I collapsed onto Mother, her body a haven of softness that enveloped me in a profound comfort. I lingered there, suspended in a state of utter peace, cradled in her embrace. My hardened member nestled between her thick, silken thighs, its tip resting against the warm, moist juncture of her puffy pussy lips. The heat radiating from it, a potent lure, drew me ever closer, my head aligned with her entrance. The intoxicating promise of surrender, the seductive comfort, overwhelmed me, erasing the reasons I had not taken the last step until now.
"No, my love," Mother murmured, her voice a silken whisper that jolted me back to reality, forcing me to acknowledge the transgression.
"It feels so incredibly enticing," I confessed, gazing into her silver eyes, pools of ethereal clarity that starkly contrasted with the flushed chaos of her face – tears, saliva, and a crimson blush spreading across her cheeks and puffing her lips. The sight sent a fresh throb of desire through me, my member aching, poised at the threshold, awaiting her permission.
"You won't have to wait long, my son. Not long at all," she breathed, her voice husky with anticipation. I slowly withdrew, only to reposition myself, my arousal pressing against the lush softness between her thighs.
Her hand descended, her fingers, soft as petals, closing around my length.
"Nothing would bring me greater pleasure than being your first," she whispered, her touch sending shivers down my spine. A groan escaped my lips as she stroked me, her rhythm deliberate and knowing.
"But your first must be with your sister; only then will you reap the full benefits," she explained, her tone a seductive coaxing. I responded by biting her neck, my fangs extending, piercing her skin in a display of my mounting impatience. The taste of her blood, rich and intoxicating, washed over me, fueling my arousal to fever pitch.
"Then I shall be entirely at your disposal," she offered, her words a dark, seductive promise. She guided my member, the head brushing against her warm, glistening lips, then entering ever so slightly, a tantalizing prelude.
"In any way you desire, I am yours to command," she whispered, her voice a siren's call, tempting me toward forbidden sin. A sin I readily wanted to commit.
Moments later, a semblance of clarity returned, yet the lingering warmth of her embrace and the intoxicating tang of her blood only deepened my desire to prolong this illicit moment.
I reluctantly released her neck, having indulged in the forbidden nectar. Looking into her eyes, I saw a reflection of my own dark desires.
"Shall we refresh ourselves and then visit your sister?" she suggested, her fingers tracing the sensitive length of my member, eliciting a twitch, a involuntary shudder. The mere thought of my sister, the image conjuring in my mind, triggered a fresh wave of precum.
"Someone seems rather eager," she observed, cupping my throbbing head in her hands.
"Not more than I am eager to spend time with my mother," I replied, thrusting against her palm.
"We'll have ample time for that; we are family, after all," she murmured, finally releasing me. I stood, regretting the loss of her intimate contact. She rose as well, her naked body displayed for my appreciation, adorned with the marks of our passion – a tapestry of crimson and silver against her smooth skin. Her breasts bounced with each step, her thighs thick and voluptuous as we made our way to the washroom.
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While I cleansed myself, my gaze fell upon her soft, jiggling buttocks. The sight ignited a fresh fire in my body. With a surge of primal need, I harshly threw her over the edge of the tub, placing my throbbing member between her asscheeks, my own pre-cum released with a surge of my desires acting as lube.
I returned her earlier teasing with a relentless passion, savoring the feel of her body beneath mine, asserting my dominance. I denied her release, prolonging her agony as her cries mingled with the sharp sounds of my hand slapping against her shapely buttocks, the impact sending them trembling against my touch, leaving a bruised crimson flush. My second climax arrived with the sounds of her throaty moans, my own breath blending with hers – a mix of satisfaction from my side and desperate need from hers, a need I cruelly denied her.
Afterward, we both emerged, clothed in simple night attire. I wore a silver robe; she, a pristine white one.
"Is she still training?" I asked as we left the washroom.
"Most likely, she's been fixated on that since you left," Mother replied, her voice soft. We walked down the secluded hallway of our private floor where no person was allowed to enter or linger without explicit permission, creating an atmosphere of tranquil isolation.
Our silent journey concluded before a pair of large, white double doors.
"Is this the training hall?" I asked.
"Yes, your father had it custom-built for your sister – a sanctuary where she can train so that she doesn't escape to garden or outside alone," Mother explained.
"Let's go in, then," I said, slowly pushing open the door and stepping into a world apart from our own.
The training hall was a captivating, verdant expanse. Towering trees created a dense canopy overhead, their branches draped with lush, vibrant foliage. The ground was carpeted in deep green grass, a profusion of exotic plants adding to the jungle-like setting. Instead of taking the well-worn path leading to the centre, we circumvented the trees; I preferred a less immediate confrontation.
The sounds of rustling leaves and turbulent winds guided us towards the heart of the artificial jungle. There, bathed in dappled sunlight, stood my sister.
It was as if the trees themselves had parted to create a stage for her. The thick branches, the veils of grass and plants seemed to dance playfully around her. She had matured; her girlish charms were now enhanced by a burgeoning womanhood. Her sleek green training suit, clinging to her toned athletic body, did little to conceal her shapely peach-like breasts and a firm, well-rounded bottom – curves subtly enhanced by her lean physique. Her face, devoid of any excess fat, possessed a youthful, almost unearthly beauty; doe-like white eyes, a button nose, and full pink lips that were slightly downturned in concentration.
Her almost ethereal athletic beauty was enchanting, striking.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" she asked, turning around. I was concealed behind a tree, my breathing and heartbeat suppressed, delaying her realization of my presence. Her gaze remained locked on Mother.
"I wished to see my daughter; is that forbidden?" Mother asked, approaching her as the surrounding trees and branches gracefully moved to one side, creating a passage for her.
"Of course, Mother, but I didn't expect you to come here," she replied, meeting her mother.
"How have you been, my dearest?" Mother asked, gently caressing her daughter's cheeks.
"I am fine, Mother," she answered softly.
"But it seems you haven't heeded my advice to rest," Mother remarked as I slowly moved ahead.
I did not pay heed to their conversation as I slowly ent around them until I had clear sight of my sister from behind.
A silver crossbow materialised in my hand, my powers surging. I loosed an arrow pulsing with concentrated essence.
The arrow zipped across the clearing toward her head, aiming for death. But before it reached its mark, a wall of branches, a living shield, erupted to meet the deadly projectile.
The force of the impact sent plants and branches flying as the arrow pierced the dense defense, finally dissipating before it could harm her.
"Who's there?" she demanded, whirling around, her white eyes blazing with a white-hot anger as they swept across the place where I'd been previously standing.
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