V2 Chapter 56

Cian kissed Oriel!

This really quick kiss. Very fast, but very soft, on the skin of her neck. Cian’s eyes widened open and his blurry mind seemed to have jolted awake. I can’t believe I just kissed my sister…! What just happened…?

Why did I lose my self just now…?!

This is not like him!

He might have lost his control in this aspect, but he never lost them completely!

But then...just what had happened...?

Cian was flabbergasted and confused so he just sat, where he was. He can hear her breathing. He almost felt it. The way he’s hugging her so closely, so intimately, her soft, warm abundant breast pressing against his chest. Almost, but not quite. And the tiny space between them is making Cian’s skin tingle.

Cian felt awkward, cold and sweaty. Although he admit that he was a fucking stallion and would fuck anyone if he needed to—of course that is only in this world, since for some unknown reason, with the loss of his self-restraint and well-trained self-control, his freaking sexual appetite seemed to have gotten even bigger and worst, he seemed to have not restricted by any morals, just a like a real demon kind…!

This was probably one of the sacrifices (if he can call it that) when he transmigrated into this world and replaced, or probably worst, fused with Aanuel’s soul, his mind and morality become slightly estranged.

One must know, in the other world, he was a logical man who feels kissing his biological sister was a strange and immoral thing to do.

But now… although up until now, he indeed let himself lose control, appearing like becoming the real Aanuel, but at least he was still able to control himself to some extent—but now…!

Why?

Was Aanuel’s influence started to become stronger…?

That shouldn’t be possible…!

So why?

What is going on…?

Cian really didn’t know why he just did that. However, he doesn’t want to move, fearing that it might elicit a wrong reaction—with a larger reason that because he had an urge to really want to kiss her again. Kiss her shoulder. Slower this time, and longer. Cian felt as if he was starting to lose control. He just wants to leave his mouth there, and feel her warmth. He wants to press himself against her, fuck her, eat her—he just loves to taste her.

“…something wrong?” she asked, her voice lingering on his ear. The voice though was devoid of any reaction or effect on what he had just done.

“… …” And that’s all she says for what seems to Cian like a really long time.

The air feels hot and thick, Cian’s face is flushed, and his breath ragged. Damn it. Did Oriel did this…? Is she doing something…? Cian’s sweaty hands just lay behind her back, and suddenly his nerves kick in. Cian felt like this was the end of his patience. But he still can’t move.

He feels intoxicated.

Oriel broke away and stared at him, face to face, the tip of their noses, only inches away. And Cian can smell the breathe coming from her breathing mouth. She looks at Cian, stroking his cheeks with her thumb, her smile seemingly in a faint smile, with also not yet a smile.

“Are you alright…? Painful? Hurt? Tell me… I’ll help you…” she muttered with her usual indifferent yet, with a hint of unusual gentleness in her voice.

“I, I don’t know,” Cian muttered, wanting to restrain his sudden urges. His mind becoming blurry at every passing moment. He wants to say something else, but his tongue felt like it’s swollen and numb, and he can’t think of anything to say. Not a thing.

Although Cian always wants to act like a proper gentleman but he knows that he was no true gentleman; in fact, sometimes he was a voracious beast.

When Oriel was obviously seducing him, his instinct wasn’t to take a step backward but to look at her breasts. Her breasts were two busty mounds, looking as if they would rip through her dress at any moment. His gaze lowered to her incredibly slim waist, then even lower… gulp…!

Whether this was Oriel’s plot or not, Cian seriously doesn’t know what’s gotten into him today. But he feels somewhat brave. Leaning over his face forward, he kisses her again– soft slow lips on hers, tongue darting out to slip into her mouth.

Cian expected Oriel to push him away and slap him, or at least resist. But for some strange reason, she was not. Instead, Oriel’s hands went up automatically and grabbed at his waist, balling his shirt in his fistings.

As for Oriel, as soon as she felt his touch on her, the kiss got urgent, desperate and suddenly she was too aroused and too needing to be shy or hesitant or uncertain. All Oriel could think at this moment, was, 'I want you' and she met his kisses with desperate urgency.

The Oriel in front of him was incredibly beautiful and had the fragrance of a young woman, which wafted into Cian's nose, causing him to feel intoxicated. Even if a woman like this didn’t have an extraordinary temperament, she would still be able to easily seduce a man… much less the stallion like Aanuel.

If Cian said that he wasn’t interested in her body, he would definitely be lying. She was soft, delicate, and warm. Her lips relaxed and parted, allowing Cian to slip his tongue inside her mouth, offering no resistance. Cian could feel her tongue move to meet her as her hand started to squeeze his.

Cian moved his other hand to her waist and began to pull her toward him, and they started to kiss harder. Slower, stronger. Cian presses her body closer to his. Then, Cian broke away the kiss to breathe—

Cian’s hand comes up slowly, cupping one of her abundant breast, the faintest hint of a squeeze like he’s testing the weight and feel of it in his hands. His hands came around to her back and slid down to cup her ass, squeezing hard. He continued sliding down to where her dress ends, his hands grasping her thighs for a second, then sliding back up under the dress to her ass again.

Cian felt Oriel exhale, hot and damp, against his skin, and it makes him shiver. And what’s more—

This woman… she wasn’t wearing underwear!

That revelation was like the last bomb exploding within him, blowing away all his restraints and hesitation.

“I have to… I need… sister,“ Cian breathed out between kisses along his jaw and neck. “Oh fuck, I need you.” Cian felt an explosion go off in his mind, and he cast all of his worries behind…

He might as well eat this meat that had been delivered right to him!!

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Everything else, he would think about it later!

Indeed, think about it later!!

Cian grabbed Oriel’s wrist and wrapped his right arm around her. With just a thin muslin-like dress in the way, he could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against him.

“Ah…” No matter how seductive Oriel had acted, in the end, she was still a virgin who had never been with a man before. This caused her to feel shocked and embarrassed, but she quickly adjusted her emotional state and started to move her body against his.

“God…sis! You feel so good,”

“Aanuel… do you desire my body…?” Oriel asked, her indifferent and stoic face flushed but she still stared at Cian.

“I do…” Cian answered honestly.

“I see,” is the only answer she gave. Pushing her breast deeper into his hand, a small moan escapes her mouth. And that’s the thing that snaps Cian’s restraint at last or any leftover misgivings: her approval. Oriel’s body pushing into him, her moan of pleasure – a Molotov cocktail catching fire, fuelled by raging wild beast-like arousal. Then, Cian leaned in and pressed his lips against her mouth. For a split second, Oriel didn't know what to do, but then passion eroded her entire being and she grabbed her brother and pulled him close as she kissed him back.

Cian felt sweetness as they exchange their saliva. Then, he proceeded to kiss her on her neck, her sweet flushed skin. He kissed her all over her neck, awkwardly and nervously. Wet, hot kisses. Cian felt absorbed by her skin, her earlobe, her breathing. She’s lying there. And then she touched his hand. Like an electric shock, her fingers grabbed his and gently squeezed. Her other hand is touching his thigh, just very lightly.

Cian can’t describe it. Electric. Warm. Intense. Her fingers are needles. Cian can barely breathe as he was greatly aroused.

Cian grabs her stomach, her breasts, her hips. He was touching her, over and over—getting greedy. Cian felt as if he can’t feel her enough. All of her feels new and familiar. Cian felt excited by the way she’s touching her thigh. He’s rubbing her inner thigh, sometimes pressing, sometimes gently moving up and down. Her other hand is still holding his.

“Relax,” Cian said. “You seem tense.”

“It’s been a long time.”

“A long time for what?” Cian grinned.

Oriel bit her lips, her expression flushed. “Since…since a man has touched me…much less, never once a man to, touch me there…”

“How does it feel?” Cian, satisfied, asked.

“... Incredible,” she said with a slur. “Simply incredible.”

Cian glanced at her chest. Her firm, ample breasts strained the buttons on her muslin-like dress. He slightly lowered his head to peek through the openings at the soft skin. Cian swirled his finger down her arm to the soft skin on the inside of her elbow.

She was panting now. Her eyes were closed and sweat trickled down her neck and disappeared behind her translucent dress. He could see the outline of her hard nipples. His finger was only inches away. So far, it had all been innocent play. He had not crossed any line, but that was about to change. His head throbbed. He could feel the blood pounding through his veins.

Cian reached over and lightly touched the side of her breast. It was firm and yet soft to the touch. Oriel jerked. She moaned and arched her back. Cian withdrew his finger. He wasn’t sure. Was that a cold reaction? Was she pulling away? Then, Oriel stretched her hand, hugged his neck and softly pulled him closer.

“Please,” she uttered softly. Her breasts were right in front of him, heaving now from her heavy breathing. Cian could see her nipples through the sweat-soaked dress. He could feel his manhood throbbing in his pants. He reached over and gently unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. He glanced at her face for a reaction.

“Faster,” she muttered.

“..fuck that!” Cian growled, “Let’s get this off of you!” Impatient, he didn’t use too much strength as he ripped apart Oriel’s azure muslin-like dress, then pulled it off her. Her curvy body was revealed to Cian, and she lay in his embrace—her perky breasts proudly standing in front of him. Their shape was wonderful, and her skin was smooth and supple. They were definitely exquisite, top-class goods!

Cool air from the outside passing through the gaps of the room washed over her exposed breasts making her nipples even harder and leaving small bumps on her skin. Cian couldn’t help but lick his lips as he saw them, all on their glory.

He knew women and he knew what pleased them. He reached over with both hands and lightly touched the sides of her bare breasts. She jumped slightly but moved even closer. He slowly moved his fingers to the underside of her breasts, caressing the soft skin, coming close to her nipples but never touching them. He then formed circles around the breasts even closer to her nipples, occasionally, brushing them as if by accident. At this very moment, Cian was like a master sculptor feeling his very own masterpiece.

By then, Oriel’s chest was rising and falling as she gasped for air. Cian firmly grasped her ribcage and leaned towards her. He lightly touched her lips with his. As she moved closer to kiss him, he pulled away, then lightly, hovered his lips over hers.

Crazed with lust, Oriel pulled him close to her, savagely kissing his lips, albeit she was a bit clumsy on it. The taunting and teasing were over. Cian wrapped his arms around her and kissed her long and hard. Still locked in a tight embrace, Oriel slid her the torn dress over her body and let it fall to the bed.

“Since you want it so much, I’ll satisfy you.”

Oriel’s face was beet red but she didn’t say anything, her mind full of excitement and expectation as she saw her brother crawled onto the bed in front of her, moving in between her legs.

“Kiss me…again,” When his moist lips touched her skin, Oriel’s voice fluttered in the room, like a concert of Mozart or Beethoven. “…do me as you do to other women, Aanuel,”

“Thank you for the reminder.” Cian grinned, his beautiful mismatched eyes gleaming with a savage light. “I’ll do it even if you don’t tell me to,”

Easing her into the pillows, Cian kissed each nipple and rolled his tongue around the harden nut at the peak. As she watched him taste her, Cian’s accelerant was her gaze. They were locked in a mutual give and take.

Cian traced a line down her flat stomach with the tip of his nose, like he was an explorer in a new responding land. Her sexy scent beckoned him toward her female heaven. Cian’s gaze watched the marsh at her smooth underbelly and couldn’t help but reach out his hand to caress it. When he leaned down between Oriel’s legs, the width of his shoulders pushed her knees apart, opening her wide for him.

He put his face down into her pussy, and kissed her through a piece of a white silk-like thong, inhaling. Does she not know about underwear…? Cian wondered…then, he recalls, right…underwear only recently got popular and only the women around him, his mother, Ruka, Sibylla, and some female had known about it—

Oriel who didn’t give a damn about her family aside from Cian and the fashion in the Capital, wouldn’t know about it…

As to whether that was the case or not, Cian didn’t care. “You smell so good,” he said. “You smell so fucking good.”

Oriel shuddered at the rumble of his words against her pussy and felt his fingers take hold of the small piece of cloth, pulling them to the side, exposing her. Oriel groaned. She raised her hand, embarrassed, wanting to cover it with her hand but meeting Cian’s gaze, her hand fell down on his head, as if losing power—and could only caress his hair. Seeing her brother between her legs caused Oriel to feel ashamed that her face turned beet red—which was completely rare of her displaying such expression.

“Really beautiful …” Barely receiving a caress from Cian’s hand, Oriel’s body at once trembled. Her intense desire seemed to overcome the cage of chastity, her body went limp, and her mind blanks out. His fingertips drifted over the skin of her thighs, and Oriel almost lost her strength in an instant. His sigh warmed her.

Enjoying this close-up view of her vulva, Cian stroked her bare glistening skin with one finger, up and down, reveling in the wetness created. When Cian glanced up, Oriel’s expectant nod reassured him—he leaned down, trusting his lips and tongue and placed his first kiss on his sister’s sex. An exquisite moan erupted in the room.

“Fucking hell,” Cian breathed out, pausing to look at her for long seconds, then pressing his tongue onto her.

Oriel shouted a gasp and yell all wrapped up together, as his wet tongue lapped at her – long steady strokes over her entire pussy. That tender and fair vulva made Cian feel like not violating her right away, and he rather stooped down near it and kissed it. Cian liked to kiss a girl’s vulva very much, therefore, each time he has sex with women, he first kisses that fair vulva once.

His sister’s body couldn’t help but tense up when her tender vulva received Cian’s kiss. She shyly looked towards her pussy, and even raised her body a little, to stick it outwards, so that she could see the scene of her brother licking her vulva. She groaned as his face slid up her thighs. His breath caressed the shaved folds of her pussy.

Oriel groaned, staring at that handsome youth she was longing for who knows how long—and now, her brother's lips nuzzled into her vulva, far better than her dreams could give her—no, probably since that time when she accidentally saw his brother making love for the first time, when she slips through to check up on him, and seeing his antics, techniques, and skills as he made the ugly servants of his breathless and conquered—her longing for him had become even stronger, greater than ever.

Despite her not having any experience, it doesn’t mean she didn’t know about sex—she had heard many talks about it, but only her brother, only him did she knew that he would go to such length just to please a woman…!

He was different…!

He was far manlier than any man she knows…!