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Even though he knew he shouldn’t, Feus couldn’t help but stare at Aalke through the small opening of the door. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t seen a woman in a while — the Temple wasn’t known for having many of the fairer sex, after all. Perhaps it was because Aalke’s manner of dressing was excessively on the conservative side ever since her accident, making even the slightest hint of exposed skin a temptation in itself. Perhaps he was merely a weakling, unfit to uphold his knightly vows. None of it changed the fact that he was looking at his little sister with sexual desire.

He was supposed to be guarding the entrance as she applied the Temple’s rejuvenating waters on herself, but his gaze naturally drifted to her pale white, thin nape, his mouth salivating at merely the thought of her forbidden, incestuous, and profoundly underage taste. Small as it was, the door’s opening was enough to get a view of his sister’s beautiful, porcelain-like skin as she bent over the side of the water, and that was enough.

He pictured holding her rich, azure hair, running his fingers through its length, excessive as it was, sweeping the floor under her if left unchecked. He pictured bending over to kiss and lick her neck, holding her against him so that his crotch rested against her behind. He wanted to worship her young, inexperienced, immature body, to taste every last square nanometre of her virginal flesh, to bring her to completion gently, carefully, as she deserved.

He tried to steel himself against these thoughts because, as he reminded himself, Aalke was his little sister, and he was sworn to serve at her pleasure, to protect her, not to desire her. Besides, this wasn’t the sort of feeling siblings should have for each other. Using every bit of reason he had left, he took his eyes off her, and he focused on his assigned task, relieved that Aalke was none the wiser.

What Feus didn’t know was that she was fully cognisant of the effect she had on him ; moreover, she aspired to fan the flames. The innocent maiden she was in appearance was nought but a seductive temptress in private, and the mere thought of corrupting her dear older brother was enough to get her going. The illicit thrill of desiring one’s own blood sibling, and especially the fact that she was merely twelve years old, barely pubescent, was too delicious a thought for her to resist.

After three years of treatment on the Temple’s waters, her sensation on her skin had fully recovered, and the pigment was mostly uniform, even in the places she’d been burned the worst. However, even though sensitivity was fully restored, Aalke knew her brother was still under the impression that her skin was still too delicate for his touch. And while that wasn’t the case at all, she couldn’t deny the perverse enjoyment she received at having her beloved Feus treat her like the fragile child he thought her to be.

Covering up almost all exposed skin was her way of seducing him, a way to constantly remind him of what was so close, yet so far away ; an unclean pleasure held at bay with thin fabric. While he never showed it, she was well aware that the sexual frustration was taking its toll. He would never dare cross the line, not without her express consent, so he simply stood at attention, day in, day out, as she made sure he had ample opportunities to watch.

He had something gentle and soft in mind when he fantasised about her, but her desires were far more… violent. Some would even say degrading. She wanted her tiny, lithe body to be abused to breaking point, by a big brother who had lost all reason, and was well and truly bestial. The idea that it could be her very own Feus, so kind and gentle in reality, only made the prospect that much more enticing. She wanted the proper, upstanding knight to be so lost in lust that his entire personality would be replaced by that of a vile, incestuous paedophile. She wanted her precious first time, the most sacred gift she could give to a man, to be the time of her complete ruination.

She had laid the groundwork for her plan some months ago, when Feus had an incapacitating case of the flu. In a display of sisterly affection that he would remember forever, she’d spent every single day tending to his bedside, bringing him his meals, cooling his temperature with wet towels, and, vitally, bringing him his medicine : a small, dark ball that could as well be a pepper seed, and whose effects he’d never be able to guess even if he were educated in alchemy.

So at noon of each day, she’d sit beside him on his bed, and gently administer his treatment.

― It is time, nii‑sama, she said, almost whispering.

She fixed his hair, taking the opportunity to also stroke his cheek. His illness had taken a toll on him, and he was having a hard time focusing ; the perfect opportunity of her increased skinship to go unprotested. She slowly took off her left glove, showing him a bare palm and fingers, knowing that it sufficed to excite him.

She let out a gentle, childish sigh, and picked the seed from its box. Placing it on her middle finger, surface tension would ensure it remained in place as she moved her hand to her mouth, inserting her finger between his lips, making him take the seed, and her, as well.

As she gently caressed his tongue with her digit, she said :

― I know it is bitter, nii‑sama, but please endure. I will try to make it more palatable.

Aalke knew he was tasting more her skin than the pill, but to his mind, the flavour was probably muddled, and that was just as good. She ensured she left her finger in his mouth long enough to be awkward, but not so much that it was obvious what she was doing. Likewise, her face was ever so slightly too close to his, given their supposedly proper sibling relationship, enough that he could smell her perfume, her shampoo. Her gaze was focused, but still somehow innocent, like an expectant puppy’s.

She left her finger inside his mouth long after she felt his throat move, indicating he’d swallowed. She slowly extracted her finger from him, bringing her hand close to his face, her middle finger moist and glossy.

― Good, Feus‑nii‑sama, she said with a gentle smile, before wiping her finger and putting the glove back on.

That day would mark the beginning of Feus’ treatment.

It wasn’t a fast acting substance, but that was a virtue ; it needed time to seep through his system and find a good, stable place to wait for when it would be called upon. The best thing to do is to think nothing of it.

Feus didn’t really suspect a thing ; Aalke was such an innocent child, so her concern for him was only natural. In truth, it was a rather sweet display. His little sister taking such good care of him made him feel like a real big brother, not merely the knight that protected her. Confused by the stupor of sickness, he let the dark undercurrent of Aalke’s actions wash over him, and, despite his better judgement, he didn’t care to even imagine the implications.

Sucking on her finger would become a powerfully erotic experience for him, a desire to taste Aalke’s uncovered, raw flesh. A sweet, salty flavour he wouldn’t be able to shake off no matter what he tried. His mind would associate this flavour with the desire for his sister’s virginity.

― Try not to be addicted to the taste, she said. It would be most improper.

Every time she’d visit him, she knew that, underneath the bed sheets, where she couldn’t see, Feus would become hard as a rock, encompassed as he was with desire for her vestal flesh. It would be most improper indeed, were the subject to come to light.

He did not object to her playfulness because, though he had not said it, he greatly enjoyed it. The memory of Aalke’s taste would be enough to give him wet dreams even when she was not by his side, a memory of the forbidden sweetness of a twelve-year-old virgin’s skin. He would have delirious visions of sucking on Aalke’s nipples, or, better yet, her tongue. He would dream of trapping her tongue in his mouth as he savoured her saliva, before finally putting her to bed, her hair undone, her limbs limp from over-indulgence. He’d leave her on the mattress, unable to move, with an expression of total ecstasy on her face. And, in his dream, she would taunt him to taste lower.

― Why don’t you savour my other holes, nii‑sama ? I would not object, no matter which you fancied best.

The use of plural did not escape him, as his cock would strain against his sheets in a most improper fashion, thinking of the depravity of a twelve-year-old asking not merely for stimulation on her delicate, chaste flower, but also for the corruption of her behind. He could hardly imagine Aalke asking such a thing of him, but as she continued to offer her finger every day, and his dreams became increasingly vivid and immersive, the Aalke of his dreams became not just amenable to the sexualisation of her posterior, but positively begged for it, in ways his sweet sister could never.

― I’ve kept it clean for you, she would say.

His cock would erupt in orgasm just from that thought. The thought of an angelic, pure child, his own sister, preparing her most embarrassing and unhygienic orifice for his tasting, would drive him to the absolute brink. It was so foul, so wrong, so maddeningly climactic.

Of course, when he returned to the real world, Feus would find these thoughts to be ludicrous, and even abhorrent ; he was, after all, an honourable, upright knight sworn to Aalke. The mere possibility that he would have such thoughts, even in dreams, was shameful ; that he would dream of tasting her in… that place was revolting ; that his dream-self would desire it at all was a sign of moral decay that had no place in the brother who protected her. And yet…

Even knowing how improper it was, it was still difficult for Feus to not imagine what it would taste like every time she administered his medicine ; if her taste would be stronger between her buttocks, or on the hairless petals of her immature flower.

The way she smiled so sweetly every time, knowing not what a foul, degenerate lust she was encouraging. The way she seemed so caring, so pure, yet so capable of making him fall from grace, even knowing that was wrong, and even wanting to do it, like a corrupting temptress. It was orgasmic.

It would not be long until Feus was back in full health ; as soon as that happened, he discarded his previous thoughts as the delirium of sickness playing tricks with his mind. There was nothing to suggest his little sister was anything other than sweet and caring, after all, and he knew full well the difference between dreams and reality.

Every day, he spent at least an our in the temple in solitary prayer, petitioning the Gods for the endurance required to uphold his sacred, knightly vows of chastity. It was his duty as a man, having been sworn to Aalke, and also as a brother, to refrain from undue and improper daydreaming, especially such erotic daydreaming. He was grateful to have a little sister like her, and the Gods would punish him should he fail to uphold his duties to her.

Aalke’s virginal purity was something to be worshipped, to be cherished, but definitely not to be violated, and he knew that all too well. She was already trying to recover from her injuries, but that kind of injury would permanently stain her reputation as a woman, a woman whom Feus swore to protect. She was a maiden, and she would stay as one for as long as he could protect her.

Still, his focus on her sexual purity didn’t do much in reducing his affections. Instead, he discovered that her chastity in itself became the object of his desire, and all of his thoughts were not about deflowering her, but rather about celebrating her unsoiled, sublime modesty. Aalke, his beautiful, lily-white Aalke, an incandescent beauty, pure and immaculate. He would dream of not even touching any of her orifices, instead just licking her naked, virginal skin, and appreciating its taste on his tongue.

There was something so sacred, so divine, about being able to taste his little sister, to have even an inkling of what her skin tasted like, and there was no desire, no craving that could surpass that. Her spotless, barely pubescent body was more fulfilling than the promise of any penetration, and actually his obsessive focus on keeping her virginal made its preservation an erotic act by itself.

One summer day, as he was accompanying Aalke during her gardening duty, she got a small stain on one of her kneesocks ; normally a trivial, routine happenstance. But Aalke wasn’t about to let an opportunity to tease her older brother go amiss, so once she was done, she approached him with a request.

― Nii‑sama, would you please help me carry these to my quarters ? she asked, nodding slightly towards her gardening equipment.

Though he was not feeling entirely secure in entering the private chambers of a girl, given his current state, neither was he one to force a young girl to carry much weight.

― As you wish, he said, and picked the basket up.

With Aalke leading the charge, they made their way through the garden, back into the temple itself, then navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, until finally reaching an unsuspecting room that from the outside could have been assumed to belong to any nun. She opened the door, and walked inside ; Feus followed, carrying her basket to her nightstand. She closed the door behind him.

Though there was nothing unusual about the room, every item or piece of furniture carried with it the implication of having been touched by Aalke. The books were touched by her fingers ; the bed by her body. The chair… by her bottom.

She went about, putting each item in its proper place, given a definition of propriety private to her, fully escaping him. Feus looked around. The desk was overflowing with letters, writing equipment, papers, tomes, and other uncharacteristic objects for a young girl to own ; amongst others, he saw notes on alchemical transmutation. Although a little princess would have no use of such things, Aalke did always have a good head on her shoulders, and she took her stay in the temple in earnest, making the most of her time to learn and to refine her aptitude towards the natural sciences and the mystical arts, it seemed.

Feus sighed, still with the basket on hand. It was truly unfortunate that that accident befell her, as she could have been of much use as a statesman, given her intellect. Nevertheless, her piety and knowledge were now devoted to the betterment of the people of Ealdton, as befitting one who lived within the Temple’s walls. It made her more admirable to his eyes that she had not let her circumstances despair her, and sought instead to grow as a person, but if Feus had his way, she’d still be enjoying an affluent life, untainted by calamity.

Noticing he was lost in his thoughts, Aalke put her plan into motion.

― Oh dear, it appears I have soiled myself, she said, her tone not even trying to hide that there was more to her exclamation than the words let on.

Her expression betrayed nothing. She was sitting on the bed, and looking right at him with her icy blue eyes. She wore her typical smile, both sweet and suggestive, and she had raised her dress almost to her knee, revealing ever the slightest stain on her white kneesock.

Feus could swear his heart skipped a beat as she showed herself. It was… obscene, was it not ? Or, well, she was still completely covered, with the only directly exposed skin being her face, so maybe it wasn’t ? Maybe his mind was in the gutter, and he was seeing things where nothing was.

― Nii‑sama, since you’re already here, would you mind terribly helping me change into a clean one ? she asked.

He knew it was probably for the best that he simply took his leave and allowed her some privacy. But if he stayed, he would have an opportunity to touch Aalke’s bare skin with his own hands and her blessing, and it wouldn’t look like a weird thing to anyone. She was, after all, his sister, and all he had to do was to fetch her some legwear. Yes, there was nothing weird about it at all.

He moved to her drawer and selected something that matched the colour of the unstained half, then back to her. She extended her leg so that her foot pressed against his thigh, and looked at him expectantly.

― Go ahead, nii‑sama.

She was very tiny.

Of course, he knew. He knew, because she was merely twelve, and she was very mindful of her figure, and the polar opposite of gluttonous. But still. Still. Her limb was so, so very tiny. So small it was almost funny that such a little thing could lift her weight ; then again, the rest of her body was just as small, and just as light.

Removing the kneesock would require touching under her dress, over her knee. That… would be very inappropriate, and he really shouldn’t do it. But if he were to do it, he’d get to experience something truly divine, something most men would kill for. He wasn’t going to have many opportunities like this in the future. Aalke was only going to be twelve years old once.

In that moment, some part of him realised that his urges might be a wee bit paedophilic. Ever so slightly. But wherever that part was, he did not care for its deduction.

He knelt down and slowly traced his way up to the hem of her kneesock. He took his time savouring the soft fabric, the small indentations on bone and muscle hiding underneath, the sheer excitement of every contact of his fingers with the leg of his perfect, pure little sister. His blood rushed to his loins as he approached closer and closer to her thigh.

Aalke was looking down on him with the most impish grin, and if he had his wits about him, he might even have figured out she took pleasure in teasing him. She watched every last microëxpression, every sign of her older brother’s surrender, the growing tent on his pants, the beads of sweat on his forehead, his chest heaving, all signs of the effort he was putting in containing his desire.

As he finally reached the hem, he pinched it between his fingers and lightly pulled. Taking care not to touch her skin, so as to avoid looking improper, he pulled the garment down, exposing her soft, smooth, hairless, and pale white flesh, until finally pulling it over her ankle and off. He could not take his eyes of her leg, his mind completely empty save for one thought :

Taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it TASTE IT TASTE IT TASTE IT—

Aalke pulled her leg back, raised it and rested it on his shoulder.

It was so close now. So close.

― Why so restless, nii‑sama ? Don’t tell me you’re the type of man who gets bothered by his little sister’s skin.

As if to torture him, she pressed her ankle against his cheek, the pale, chaste, sacred flesh of her youth touching him, reverting all the meticulous effort he’d put to avoid touching her, and only stoking the flame of his lust.

Feus wanted to kiss the inside of her ankle, and suck on her calf, and lick the inside of her thigh, and to keep going until he finally reached her genitals and tasted the virginity of his own sister. Looking at her wearing her smug, mischievous expression, it was almost as if she was asking for it, challenging him, daring him to press further and take her for his own.

It would be so easy. She was so small, so frail, so very irresistible.

But he knew, in all likelihood, she was just trying to tease him. It was not unheard of for girls her age to get a bit rambunctious, especially when it came to relationships with males, even family. After all, if one were to explore their budding femininity, it might as well be with someone she knew wouldn’t take advantage of her.

Right ?

― Of course not. I’d never let myself be bothered by you, Aalke.

With that said, he carefully, slowly put the new kneesock back on, allowing Aalke to stretch and position her leg so that he had better access. Still, her movements remained a bit too sensual for his liking, like the way she had parted her legs, as if to invite him to touch higher, to ogle at the colour of the underwear she had chosen for him that day.

She lowered her leg to the floor, taking extra care to rub it against him along the way.

― Thank you for your service, o·ni·i·sa·ma, she said, pausing after each syllable.

When he stood up, at least, he felt the trance of being around her presence lessen, if only for a little. Aalke let her expression falter for only a moment, as if she was disappointed he had not taken things further. Her brother’s restraint was going to be a major hindrance to her plan ; if she was going to bring him to the brink of madness, she was going to need more leverage.

Oh, well. The time was nigh. Just a little while longer…

― Then, if you have no more use for me, I will excuse myself, Feus said.

He took his leave without turning back, as if by doing so he could push all the thoughts out of his head, and not allow himself to see anything he wasn’t supposed to. He could endure a fair bit of her teasing, but his reserves were surely finite, and he wasn’t keen on finding out exactly where the limits were.

He spent the rest of the day busying himself, trying to force himself to forget the softness of her skin, the delicacy of her scent, and the warmth of her flesh, even though he knew it was a fruitless endeavour. Her small body was of a girl’s, but her eyes were of a woman’s, and that duality was enough to drive him mad. He was a grown man, and he ought not to be this attracted to a young maiden, merely 12 years of age. Wasn’t he ? Surely, there was nothing erotic or sensual in the body of a tween girl, such that an older brother was bound to feel an attraction.

But if such desire was unnatural, why was her body so feminine and soft ? Why was her face so beautiful and radiant ? Why did her mannerisms enchant men and lure them to ruin ? It was almost as if… As if… As if inside every man was a sleeping beast, hungering less for people his own age, but for someone younger, smaller, and most definitely not of age. And the more virtuous, caring, and protective the man was, the more bottomless the beast’s hunger, as if the instinct to protect his little sister did not fight with his desire to mate with her, but rather it was its reflection in the mirror, one and the same.

The weather was overcast over the next few days, as if to represent Feus’ rumination. He couldn’t stop his mind from drifting back to the brief memory of Aalke’s tantalising skin, and his dreams were no respite, either. The way she was rubbing her limbs against him, and her suggestive glances and remarks were making it difficult not seeing her with lecherous eyes. He understood an adult man and an underage girl — his own sister, no less — could hardly be said to be on the same page, but that didn’t stop his imagination from going places.

His heart would melt if he were to find out she wanted him to love her the way he was fantasising about loving her. If she would offer her untouched, spotless body to be worshipped, cherished, and adored in her radiant purity. He would love nothing more than to bring her to completion without ever despoiling her chastity, and to merely be in awe of her presence as a vestal maiden, who was meant to be caressed, tasted, and fondled, but never to be penetrated.

His duties would never allow for such an act, however, regardless of how wholesome his affections were. After all, she was his sister. His precious, fragile, little sister, who relied on him. She might just have the greatest mind among all the nobles, and she deserved better than a forbidden, incestuous romance. He loved her too much to complicate her life like that.

But no matter how much he repressed his feelings during the day, at night, when his defences were weakest, his mind would go back to that special place. Or rather, that place would force itself on him, when he did not have the awareness to resist it.

He would dream of being powerless as Aalke looked at him from above, her hair brushing against his face, whispering demonic temptations to his ear.

― To feel like this about your own sister ; my, how very depraved ! I never thought my kind and gentle brother Feus would turn out to be such a degenerate pervert !

He tried to reach for her face, to beg her for forgiveness, but he couldn’t move his limbs. They wouldn’t budge no matter what he did. Aalke giggled and rubbed her hands over his naked skin.

― Hohoho, what a pathetic display you make, onii‑sama. How deplorable you are, to show such affection for your little sister. What would mother and father think of you ? What would they say if they were to find out you lust over a girl ten years younger than you, one that you were supposed to protect ? Would they feel disgust ? Disappointment ? Regret for bringing you to the world ?

She whispered her mockeries in his ear, knowing he couldn’t deny anything. But even though the words read like accusations, her tone was that of a temptress, as if meaning to inspire a shame in him that fuelled his desire rather than quell it ; as if meaning to be sadistic.

― How horrid, for a man to desire something so young, and tight, and hairless, and untainted by other men’s hands. How truly, very horrid.

Her small palm gripped his penis and began to stroke. She held her face close to his, smiling widely.

― Where are you thinking of putting this, nii‑sama ? Front… or back ?

And in his dream, the pleasure would be so orgasmic as to wake him, panting, wet, and fully spent. And then he’d immediately feel ashamed of what he had done, for the degradation his mind had come up with. Aalke had treated him so nicely, and all he wanted was to soil her body and mind, corrupt her virtue, and desecrate her. Such a pure, beautiful girl would never want to do anything like this, and his perverted dreams were nothing more than testaments of the decrepit, unclean lust that dwelt deep inside him, begging for release.

What kind of monster was he to even dream of a little girl asking him to… To pick a hole ! To even contemplate of engaging in sodomy, with his own sister no less ! How low could he possibly be !

But no matter how much he beat himself over his improper dreams, he couldn’t erase them from his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t rid his thoughts of how utterly beautiful Aalke’s body looked. Her adorable features, her skinny figure, her graceful bearing, her unblemished skin, all of her called to him in an intrinsic level.

And so his sleepless nights would continue, almost a waking nightmare, tortured by the promise of sinful pleasure. Every morning he awoke to the cold embrace of guilt, and every afternoon he found it harder and harder to bear.

For several days, Aalke would make sure Feus never missed an opportunity to be around her, and judging by how fidgety he had become, she was very pleased with the progress of her scheme. Her dear brother’s sanity was beginning to erode, and only a couple pushes were needed to get him to his limit. It was fortunate for her that the mental strain caused by sexual frustration could affect even the most steadfast, knightly, and righteous men, though it was a little bittersweet that she had to go to such lengths to persuade him.

She was certain now that even if she was honest with him and dropped her façade, he would deny her, because he valued his honour that much. Even if she ordered him to do it, his heart wouldn’t be into it ; why, he’d sooner kill himself than entertain the possibility of despoiling her. She wasn’t interested in a conflicted Feus, trying to balance her decency with his desires. She wanted him to lose himself fully, for all his thoughts and efforts to be focused to the simple deed of violating her, and for her violation to be done not in spite of her youth or blood relation, but rather for it to grow fiercer and more hurtful because of it.

Her dear, sweet brother, always having taken care to ensure she was alright, putting her health over his own ; it was almost unthinkable that such a noble soul would commit such a depraved violation, but that was why it was so delicious. He was too nice of a person. She could already see it : him losing control of his desires, his knightly honour forgotten in the wind, and letting his savage instincts take hold of his actions. Him being driven to such extremes that even his gentlest gestures became brutal and aggressive. Her, being on the receiving end of every one of those raw emotions. In his madness, who knew what he could do, and in which ways he would take her to satisfy his wicked urges. The possibilities were endless !

Poor Feus’ insomnia was taking its toll. Thankfully, if the weather forecast was right, tonight was the night to look forward to. Aalke tried not to let her excitement show too much, lest her brother catch a hint… Well, in his condition, it was doubtful he could catch anything subtler than an elephant, but be that as it may, it paid to be careful.

At dusk, she approached him near the gardens, where he was practising his fencing.

― Nii‑sama, it is getting late. Would you care for some tea ?

In his state of mind, spending more time with Aalke was perhaps not the most intelligent choice, but it was true that he was feeling under the weather, and a hot cup of tea would do wonders in relieving him. It was a bad idea, but everything he had done recently had been a bad idea. What was one more ?

― Yes, of course.

― Come, then.

Once again, she lead the way to her room, where she made sure to take her time serving him, so that the sun had enough time to set, and for the stage to be set for the celestial object she had been looking forward to all month. While her brother was enjoying his drink, she gradually moved closer to him, but not so much that he would take notice.

― You’ve been awfully tense recently, nii‑sama. Whatever has been on your mind ? As your cute little sister, I will happily dilute your woes.

Her smile was all sweetness, but there was always an indecent undertone in everything she spoke. It was unfair how hard it was for Feus to control his erection in her presence, and it became especially difficult whenever she addressed him so… weird. It was like she had picked up on something. But what did Aalke know, anyway ? Nothing. Right ? He hoped so.

― Your company is plenty.

She inched closer.

― Is that so ? How fortunate, for a little sister to have a big brother who loves her so. There is nothing quite like fraternal affection, is there ?

He was nervous. The closeness was unnerving. It was always difficult for him to meet her gaze, but this felt different from all the times before. There was something dangerous lurking behind her eyes. She was staring intently at him.

― Ha ha, perhaps, he laughed awkwardly, trying to hide his insecurity. But you are not frugal in your affections either, Aalke.

Even closer.

― Why, of course I would hand it out freely to you, nii‑sama. You’ve always been by my side. Even mother would envy your protectiveness.

Every word sounded so scandalous, but she wasn’t saying anything strange. Was it all in his head ? Was his imagination overactive ? Was he seeing double meanings when there were none ?

― In my defence, I am sworn to you, so it would be a dereliction of duty not to protect you. And of course, every man worth his weight feels protective around a lovely maiden.

And closer still.

She was close enough now for their hips to touch. Wearing a grin, she leaned in to his ear, and as she did, she intentionally pressed her foot atop his — she wasn’t wearing her shoes, he realised. When had she taken them off ? Was he so lost in thoughts ? He tried not to stir at the contact.

― What would you say you love the most about me, then ? Since I am so lovely, as you said.

His thoughts went blank. That was a bad sign. His cock twitched under her touch, and his brain felt fuzzy. She smelled heavenly, a mixture of flowery perfume her very own, chaste smell. The tips of her hair grazed the nape of his neck, sending chills down his spine.

― I could not begin to say. Everything about you is perfection.

― Hmm… How indecisive…

She placed her finger on his thigh, and even though his trousers, it made his entire leg spasm, the tip of her fingernail feeling like it could tear through fabric. Her soft finger dragged upward, and then curved in a tortuously slow manner.

― Every man has a preference, nii‑sama. Some like a lady’s hair, others her eyes. Dare I say, some would merely want her for her surname. It speaks volumes of a man’s character which feature they fancy the most. So, nii‑sama, which is your favourite ?

It was not proper for Feus to entertain these kinds of thoughts about Aalke. She was too young ; it was obscene ; he would disgrace his house if anyone were to find out. Yet, at the same time, there were so many things that made her seem mature for her age. The way she talked, the way she carried herself. She might have looked like an underage girl, but—

Was there truly a but ?

― I…

He was torn on how earnest he could afford being with her. Did she want him to flatter her ? She seemed to have asked for real, but how should he answer ?

― Yes ?

― I swore to protect my lady’s honour and purity. And of all the women I’ve ever met, none have been more pure.

Aalke paused her teasing for a moment.

― Why, thank you for your sweet words, nii‑sama. You flatter me.

She looked at her tea for a moment, the small sip that was left. It had already grown lukewarm. Her attention turned back to him.

― But you know, that is a most unfortunate preference, she said.

― What do you mean ?

― Well, you see, when a man weds a woman, the first thing they do together, alone, has the unfortunate side-effect of sullying the woman’s purity. And, it goes without saying that one day, I, too, will be wed.

She took a pause. She turned towards Feus, pressing her body against him, looking straight in his eyes.

― How does it make you feel, nii‑sama, that another man will ultimately claim me ? That for all the effort and adoration you’ve invested in my person, it is but a stranger that will get to savour me ?

Caught off guard by her interrogation, his first instinct was to push her away, but she tightened her grip around his shoulder, not letting him move. She drew closer, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck.

― Does it make you jealous ? Does it make you angry ?

Feus froze up. His heart started racing, his hands balling up into fists. His eyebrows furrowed, and his breathing grew erratic. This line of questioning was inappropriate. Aalke was being inappropriate, but in his shock, he could not react, much less reprimand her.

― What would happen if you got angry, I wonder ?

As she finished her question, she bit his earlobe lightly, and slid her hand onto his pants. Instinctively, Feus reached to grab her, but he found his extremities difficult to control, as he was shaking to an unhealthy degree. His heart was beating so hard, it was hurting his chest ; beating hard enough to break out of his ribcage. His arms wouldn’t stay in place, his legs were jittery, he couldn’t breathe properly, and his eyesight was blurred.

― Oh, look, the moon is so beautiful tonight ! Aalke exclaimed. So big, so bright, it could drive anyone mad.

He heard some part of him snap. Not metaphorically : some joint was feeling terribly unwell.

― It’ll get worse before it gets better, nii‑sama.

He got up, frantically holding his chest, which had got so tight, he feared he was having a heart attack, and that his last moments were playing out.

― I know all about the kind of thoughts you’ve been having. I know you’ve been dreading the possibility of deflowering me. Well, tonight, you won’t be given a choice. You are ordered to deflower me. By the holy contract that binds us, my word is law.

There was no way… ! She couldn’t possibly be asking him to do this… ! That sort of thing, him with her, his own sister !

― It was not my first choice either, but who does not venture, neither shall he gain, she said, pushing him back ever so slightly, and that small force was all he needed to fall onto the bed.

The back of his head landing softly against the mattress was the last thing he remembered.

When he opened his eyes, his entire field of vision was Aalke’s face, and he was surrounded on all sides by her seemingly unending, sky blue hair. He attempted to reach up and push her face away, but he soon realised he couldn’t.

― You thought you were so smart, didn’t you ? You thought you could hide your desire for your little sister. The way you would always steal a glance of her naked skin, the way you would treat her, ever so carefully, as if she were the most precious treasure, as if she were made of porcelain. The way you squirmed as she touched you with her leg.

He did not understand what was going on. He could not see right, and could not think right, and he had the most murderous headache, as if he’d had a hundred barrels too many to drink. The room was spinning, and it felt as though reality itself was shifting.

― I’m going to tell you a little secret. Do you want to hear it ?

He could hardly move, but he could try nodding. Or at least, that’s what he thought. But that motion was also beyond his capability. He had completely lost control of his body, and it was… so, very scary.

― I wanted you to feel this way. The sacred, irresistible bond between sworn knight and lord, laid on top of the unshakeable foundation between brother and sister ; from the very first day, I used it to fan your lust. Of course, I didn’t have to do much. Just the slightest push.

She pressed her hand against his chest, and all at once, he felt something rush through him. The pounding in his chest felt so loud, and the ringing in his ears deafening, as if they were two drums playing in a concert, yet so far apart.

― But you are a hard-headed fool. You would sooner turn into a beast than bed your beloved, however gently. No matter. A beast is fine, too, so long as he fancies his little sister.

As she touched his chest, two things were apparent : he was no longer wearing any clothes, and he had grown significantly hairier. One might even say he had grown fur.

― Nii‑sama, I order you to take your little sister as you would your wife.

Her little hand slowly moved down, touching his belly, his hips, until finally reaching his crotch, where his manhood was as stiff as a diamond. With all his strength, he desperately wished for it to relax, but her touch had stirred so much lust that it was as though he was looking at an ocean and trying to force its waves to go the other way.

She tried to wrap her grip around it, but could not make it the whole way. That was strange — he knew she was small, but even with their age difference, he wasn’t that large. And as her touch continued, he could feel parts of his anatomy that had a completely different shape, as if… as if his member had turned into something else. Something more bestial.

― Look, she said, turning to her side, and allowing him a better view of his crotch.

That thing was canine. He could immediately tell : somehow, he had been cursed with lycanthropy.

― You are so big, nii‑sama. Why, if you used that on me, no other man could ever satisfy me.

It was impossibly large. Thicker than her arm ; thicker than her thigh ! She raised her leg, rubbing her knee on him, and he realised that Aalke, too, was naked. Her skin felt so warm and smooth, that just that small touch was almost enough to make him come. Her tiny, lithe body felt even more minuscule now, because Feus’ proportions had inflated, increasing the size gap between them. It was like they were a different species.

The mere sight of her immaculate, underage body being near his, of her bare hands stroking his red, knotted cock, was almost enough to make him blow. She was so small, so soft, so dainty. It felt wrong to let such a flawless creature dirty her hands on such a beast.

But even so, his wolf dick reacted to her. It felt like heaven as she rubbed her smooth knee on it. Even though she was so criminally, impossibly young, she knew how to make a man lose his mind with her innubile eroticism. Or perhaps Feus had grown into a debauched, child-interested rapist ; either was fine.

She moved lower, slowly moving her face towards his crotch. She was practically salivating as she looked at his bestial member from up close, her eyes sparkling with excitement at his superhuman, monstrous size. She placed her palm under his testicles — they, too, engorged past her ability to engulf them — and gently squeezed. They were so heavy and full that the pressure would have normally brought pain, but Feus was high on adrenaline and hormones. All he could think of was breeding her.

The sudden spike of sensitivity made his hips twitch upwards, and his shaft bumped lightly on her forehead, smearing it with precome. She smiled at that, her expression revealing a great deal of perversion, her cheeks red, her breathing erratic.

She wiped the fluid off her forehead, then, after ensuring he was looking at her, she licked her fingers clean. Her eyes closed as she savoured his taste, the smallest sigh of pleasure escaping her lips.

― Does it excite you, nii‑sama, watching a barely pubescent child taste animal seed ? Men your age are supposed to be attracted to adults, you know ? How very sinful…

His sense of shame had been transmuted into an erogenous region, and he loved the fact that he was feeling sexually attracted to his own sister. To treat one’s own kin with lust was so foul, so degenerate, and Feus wanted nothing more than to debase Aalke further with his inhumanly sized bestial member, until she was dripping with his thick, gloopy come. He wanted to paint her white with it, to leave his scent on her for days on end. She was his sister ; no one else was allowed to touch her, only he. She belonged to Feus.

Slowly, Aalke pressed her cheek against his member, letting it rest on her face. She took a deep, protracted whiff of his strong, masculine scent, savouring his raw, unfiltered maleness. Her small mouth opened, her tongue sliding out as if possessed, and she extended it, dragging it over the base of his penis, focusing in particular on his bulging knot. It looked stupidly oversized, and she was giddy at the idea of fitting that massive beast inside her.

As if controlled by her, his manhood swelled to greater lengths, rising and lifting up, somehow even more bestial.

― My, my, nii‑sama… You are a child enthusiast, aren’t you ? To get so large over someone so small…

She pressed her palms on either side of his member, trying to exhibit his brutish size ; of course, it outsized her in every dimension.

― But you like them small, don’t you, nii‑sama ? Oh, I know you do. You’re a dirty, dirty boy. You’re sexually attracted to children, aren’t you ? Oh, how vile, how wrong… For a virile, healthy man to desire someone not yet ripe !

Aalke licked her way up his length at an infuriating, slow pace, relishing the effect she had on him. As she moved from base to tip, his knot engorged, expanding outwards, leaking precome. He wanted nothing more than to force that giant rod down her throat and plug her up with his bestial weapon, a penis so large it would hurt her and damage her. He wanted to take his sister like an animal, not a man ; to use her throat like a second pussy, and breed her as such.

And with her every lick, that fantasy grew stronger, as his consciousness warped along with his body, morphing him into an aggressive, brutish beast that did not care for his own sister, as long as he got to take her by force and rut her. His mind knew she was young and delicate, and his rationality told him she was too small, too thin, too frail, too weak, too fragile to handle him, but the animal inside him was just hungry for the feast. He did not care that his sister would break under him and tear apart. He cared that she had teased him mercilessly, that she had provoked his lust, and that he needed to satisfy the fire that she had ignited within him.

― Do you want me to take every single inch, nii‑sama ? You want to fuck your little sister, don’t you ? You want to plunge this gargantuan shaft all the way down, till the very bottom.

She raised her hands to his tip, carefully surrounding his peehole. She pressed it shut, and some superficial precome poured out. Then, after growing comfortable with his anatomy, she spread it, allowing more of it to leak.

― How many inches would you say it is, nii‑sama ? Your ballsac alone could fill both of my hands. Why, you would make a horse jealous.

She opened her mouth and poked her tongue out, staying close enough that the heat of her breath could be felt, but so much that her tongue was touching him. Her saliva started dripping out, and she used the tip of her tongue to guide it onto his cock, and, to the extent it was possible, right into his urethra.

Her sublime, royal fluids, feverish as they were inside her body, descended around and inside his manhood, as if they were melting away any barrier his flesh would otherwise put up. His dick swelled harder than it had ever, becoming the most violent erection imaginable.

Her warmth enveloped him. He had never felt such an intense need to copulate. And even as the words she said made clear the crime of her action, there was nothing that Feus wanted more than for her to go through with it, than for his mind to be silenced, so that the beast’s urge was all that was left.

Even though she wasn’t even touching him directly, even though she wasn’t sucking him off or letting him penetrate her, this denial only made the experience more pleasurable. He loved knowing that what he did was not allowed, loved seeing Aalke’s mouth watering over such a big, indecent beast. A perfect, virginal, unsoiled, pure mouth, over a disgusting, throbbing, veiny wolf manhood. What an absolute sin that was.

Once again, Aalke circled her palm around the bottom of his cock, and gave it a tight squeeze, forcing a thick glob of precome to spill out of his tip. And then, without delay, she lathered the entirety of his bulbous head with her saliva, doing everything she could to make that beast lubricated.

― I bet it has more inches than I have seen winters. How reprehensible… For a beast of your size to want to mate with but a child. A child. A child.

She repeated the word that she knew was riling him off. She wanted to see him turn into a fully fledged feral, uncontrollable, paedophilic dog. She wanted him to commit a shameful act, one so horrible it would be worthy of a death sentence. The very idea was electrifying.

She spread his urethral opening wider ; so large had his penis become, that she could look right into it.

― Would that little mouth fancy a kiss, nii‑sama ? Would that itty-bitty entrance like a little lick ?

Her little fingers teased it. They began to probe his slit, tickling the rim, applying gentle, delicate pressures that drove him wild. Never in his life had he known pleasure like this. She was making his cock tingle from within, like his manhood was being stroked by the very fluids she’d poured into him.

― To want an underage girl lick where you piss from… Why, onii‑sama, you are demonic.

She lowered her tongue to his tip, finally allowing him to feel the warmth, the silky wet softness of his little sister’s tongue on his most sensitive spot.

She dipped her tongue over and around, just shy of penetrating his urethra, but each time she inched closer to the forbidden act, each time, Feus’ expectations built up. Each time she nearly went through with it, the thrill that shot up his spine became more pronounced, and the pleasure greater. Her tiny, dainty fingertips kept his hole open, so that her saliva could descend, and in order to receive more, Feus leaked profuse amounts of precome.

― What a paedophile… What a filthy, disgusting paedophile…

As the pleasure overtook his brain, so did the delirium, and her mocking words came not to harm him, but rather to stroke his ego. That a man could be so utterly and wholly debased, could take pleasure in a girl calling him names and treating his erection like a tool, nothing could be more enjoyable. The pleasure was so profound, it made him feel like an idiot. He could no longer formulate sentences, or complex thoughts, or hold back his grunts ; he had turned into an animal, who existed only for the purpose of coming.

But he couldn’t come. He tried to, but he couldn’t. Not even the smallest of squirts could escape, and Aalke’s teasing was relentless, depriving him of release. He was just about to erupt, his shaft had never been as swollen or as large, and the build up to his climax was almost painful in how unbearable it was to endure. But no matter how he tried to orgasm, it was just so difficult. He felt ready to burst, he could feel it bubbling up, boiling and frothing at his base, but no matter what he did, no matter how he twitched or writhed or fidgeted, his load simply wouldn’t come out.

His mind was focused only on Aalke’s soft little fingertips, tracing his bulging, leaking veins, and her sweet, velvety little tongue flicking all about, threatening to enter where it shouldn’t.

― I wish father and mother were here to see you, nii‑sama. To see you lose it to a twelve-year-old’s tongue !

With that last announcement, finally she poked her tongue inside, mere millimetres of distance, yet more than enough to summon a torrent of come right out of Feus’ cock. The initial jets were like bolts of lightning, they shot out so fast they would have broken glass. Aalke kept her mouth wide open, allowing each shot to be fully poured into her throat, filling her up more and more quickly, yet her focus never wavered : her tongue kept poking at his opening, even as she drank the salty, bitter, and disgustingly canine semen he was pumping into her.

It was like he was trying to impregnate her. His seed was runny, hot, smelly, and beyond all that, there was an absurd amount of it. His volume was more than enough to make a brothel’s worth of whores pregnant, yet still, he had more and more to give, an endless wellspring that emptied itself into his beloved, cherished younger sister.

His virile, powerful semen was wasted right into her digestive tract, right into a hole for sodomites, into an infertile, unnatural cavern of flesh. None of it would ever touch her womb. His seed would swim uselessly among her peptic acids, trying against all hope to fertilise an egg, in spite of being deposited into the wrong hole, the wrong way. Such quantities of fertile sperm, to think they would never find a place to call home — how truly, very tragic.

― Too bad I can’t bear children in my mouth, nii‑sama. But you are welcome to try… I’m sure if you rape it hard enough, I would eventually bear fruit.

She cleaned up all that was left on his tip, then licked her lips with a satisfied grin. She looked up at Feus, who had been attentively staring the whole time. Eager to tease, she pressed his pole parallel against her neck, rubbing the immense length on her skin, making him see just how impossible a penetration would have been.

― Nii‑sama’s penis is a good boy. It loves his little sister. It wants to pump her full of cream, doesn’t it ?

He was still throbbing hard.

― Well, nii‑sama, your sister isn’t about to fuck herself. It’s terribly rude to let your lady do all the work, don’t you think ?

She caressed the top of his cock with the palm of her hand, sandwiching against her cheek. The pleasant, soothing gesture calmed his nerves, and some part of his brain regained control over the animalistic urges. It wasn’t much, but enough to at least have control of his limbs, oversized and awkward as they were, being unused to his lycanthropic form.

Standing on his feet — well, paws now — would be a tall order, but he did manage to grab her by her shoulders and turn her around, so that he was the one on top of her, laying her down on the bed. She giggled as he manhandled her, being easily lifted around by his strength. He took a moment to observe her nude, undeveloped body. She was tiny. He knew it already, but now, she looked microscopic with his hands wrapped around her ; even using just one, he could almost enclose her fully…

― Hah-hah, how predatory of you, nii‑sama ! she said. So, what are we going to do on the bed ?

She puffed her chest, trying her best to present her breasts to him, not that there was much to show ; at least they were adorable, with small, pink nipples, and were incredibly sensitive, and she hoped he’d like to suck on them.

Aalke guided his hands over her wrists, helping him muster the fierceness to lock them together.

― I look even more tasty with my arms raised, nii‑sama.

Of course, as he raised her hands up and stretched them as much as they could go, it didn’t escape him that it had the secondary effect of showing off her feminine charms better. The girl was entitled to her preferences, of course. She was very proud of her trim, bony figure, and with her limbs in that position, she could better show him the hard-earned results of her efforts ; the way her nipples stood erect from her breasts, the way her ribs poked out from her sides, the way her belly caved in when she exhaled, and the way it moved into place when she inhaled.

She looked into his eyes with unadulterated want, licking her lips and biting on the bottom one ; even with that beastly form, his handsome features had remained in place, and there was a certain allure to a grown man getting excited over a juvenile body. She turned her head to the side, presenting him with her neck. It was as if she was telling him to take it, to sink his teeth into her, to mark her and make her his property, his toy, his doll, his fuckmeat, whatever he desired.

He lowered his muzzled face to her cheek, and began drawing licks, lightly tasting her skin. He moved to her ear, breathing in the fragrance of her hair, flowery and freshly washed, and so, so very soft.

It was like heaven to be so close to her, and her perfume made it feel all the more intoxicating. He nuzzled her hair, gently taking in the sweet aroma of his little sister. Oh, he was acting like such a creep towards her, but all he cared for was her smell and her feel, so smooth and forbidden and warm. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He didn’t want to. And since she wasn’t resisting him, he wasn’t afraid to continue, either.

He ran his fingers through her hair, seemingly endless, flowing, soft blue silk that he could indulge in forever. Ah, the smell of a little girl’s hair ! The taste of a little girl’s ear ! The taste of his very own kin ! She was so very irresistible, and the little slut wanted it — craved it ! — so there was no reason why he should abstain.

Feus took his affections lower, towards her neck. He took a bite, not even close to drawing blood, but hard enough for her to feel something hard against her skin. His little sister cooed, and her legs began twitching in reaction. Her voice sounded so very pleasing to his ears, that he couldn’t help himself : he licked from her clavicle to her cheek, again and again until the right side of her face was covered in drool.

She tilted her head backwards, her breathing heavier now, her chest rising and falling at a slightly irregular pattern.

― Nii‑sama… I love you so much.

His heart felt a million times lighter when she said those words, and the way she spoke them made his cock so, so very stiff. He lowered his head once more, aiming for those undeveloped breasts. He started by softly, so very softly, taking her nipple into his mouth, enjoying the taste of her soft, silky, milky white skin, and feeling her body beneath him.

It felt so divine, so holy to hold something as pristine, as immaculate and as perfect as her. Oh, he should have done this way sooner. Girls of her age are absolutely perfect ; still childish and innocent, but having the marks of budding femininity. Womanly enough to turn even a proper, devout knight into a child-abusing beast.

He sucked on her nipple, letting his tongue brush against her sensitive flesh, which prompted more of her enchanting moans to fill the room, as she melted at the sensation of his hot, thick tongue sliding about on her cute little breasts. He felt as though he could lick her entire body, that her tiny, frail body was an endless dessert he could just consume, and consume, and consume until the world collapsed on itself.

He turned her to her side, and, while keeping her arms in place over her head, he began licking from the base of her hips, to her waist, to the side of her chest, taking extra care to feel ever indentation of her bones along the way. Her bony, tight body was more erotic to him than even the most developed woman. When he felt her so slim, so fragile, so easy to crush between his teeth, that instinctual hunger came forth, and he had to exercise every ounce of willpower to not attack her and start feeding. Her warm, salty body was an invitation for violation, for feasting, for savagery and rape.

He ended his lick on her exposed armpit, completely hairless and child-like. And once he reached the end of that motion, he switched directions, back to her hips, moving as though he was dragging a long sword through the mud, paying attention to her shape, to her bumps and ridges, to all the places that felt the most tender, and where a small graze of his sharp fang would bring an extraordinary level of pleasure.

― I want it…, she begged.

He turned her over once more, this time face down. He used a finger to move her hair out of the way, and, starting from the base of her neck, he followed the curvature of her body down to the middle of her back, tracing an arch around her vertebrae. In her current pose, there was a delightful shape to her hips. She didn’t have a plump ass, but instead a pair of shapely, tight, round buttocks, decorated by a pair of dimples right above them. He teased the indentations on her skin with his thumbs, and she rolled her hips in response to that.

― You’re such a tease, nii‑sama ! I know where you want to lick, and rest assured, I’ve been very thorough with my hygiene.

Her pert little derrière felt like something out of a fantasy. There was a hypnotising rhythm to the swaying of her hips, in the way her small body twisted and rotated atop the bed ; so light and small, she hardly weighed anything, so there was an undeniable charm to lifting her and throwing her around as though she were a living pillow.

He placed his hands on her buttocks, groping her like the small animal she was, digging his claws into her soft flesh, rolling and pinching it between his fingers until he heard her coos and mewls. The little whore wanted it. She knew full well the risks of offering herself so lewdly to a man twice her size, but she was horny enough to ignore her safety. Her pleasure, her lust, her depravity had completely overtaken her brain, leaving her an empty husk that only existed for the purposes of breeding, to be used by a bigger, better creature.

He licked up and around her buttocks, from where they met her thighs to her butt crack, and then all the way around again. She raised her hips to his mouth involuntarily, leaning into the pleasure, wanting him to lick her special, dirty place. The musky odour of her sex made her so much more inviting, as well as the growing puddle on the sheets, conveniently placed under her crotch…

Having been given free reign, she lowered her own hands to her hips, spreading her rear, displaying to him her daintiest, most embarrassing hole.

― Here, nii‑sama. Please eat your little sister out.

Ah, this little girl, how nasty ! How shameless ! To offer her posterior before she’d even lost her virginity ! How truly, very wicked of her…

― Nii‑sama, I wasn’t asking.

His instincts spurred him forward, towards the heavenly scent, where a big, meaty meal was waiting for him to destroy. Albeit having been thoroughly cleaned, her fragrance was at its most intense there, sweaty, heavy, and incestuous. As he tasted her, he understood right away : no other dish would ever sate his thirst for perversion. There was not a single thing in the world he would rather feast on, and the realisation only strengthened the already powerful urges within him.

He circled his tongue around her anal ring, drawing immediate coos from Aalke, and an arousing squirm that he didn’t know was possible from someone so petite.

― To eat something as foul as your sister’s butthole… Nii‑sama, you certainly do have quite the fetish, don’t you ? To seek sexual pleasure from this sinful hole… I suppose that makes me a little pervert myself.

Her constant narration only added to his pleasure, because she made clear with her words exactly how much of a depraved person he was for desiring that, how unrepentantly sinful his desires were. Yes, he wanted to taste and worship every last micrometre of his little sister’s beautiful little body, wanted to fall to his knees and become a slave to its whims. He wanted nothing more than to dig into that tight little asshole, and break it open like an oyster so he could gorge on its insides.

Aalke bit her thumb as his tongue went round and round, like the ticking of a clock. Even though it was a wrong, depraved, and unhygienic act, even though it was meant for another purpose altogether, Feus was giving Aalke a rimjob, and his lust had made it a spectacular experience, such that she was constantly mewling and purring in ecstasy as her older brother’s soft, canine tongue pleasured her anus as if it was a second pussy, lubricating it to a slippery, oozing state.

And oh, that was what it wanted ! Her tight hole ached for Feus’ fat wolf tongue, that soft, soggy tongue that savoured her most taboo part, that licked her where no tongue should ever be.

― Is tween anus to your liking, nii‑sama ? That isn’t the hole where babies are made, you know. Only degenerates, perverts and men who don’t fancy women desire things like that…

Aalke used both hands to spread herself as widely as she could, wanting to present more of herself to Feus’ tongue. She pressed her hips against his face, smushing her small body onto his nose, begging for more stimulation. She arched her back as far as it could go, the electrifying pleasure of having the wrong hole stimulated crawling up her spine, forcing her to gasp and moan and utter nonsensical obscenities.

It was so degrading, even though her perfect, hairless and virginal pussy was right there, yet he was prioritising the hole only sodomites desired. Her poor, ignored cunny dripped arousal, trickling down to her inner thigh, evidence of the depths of her yearning. Her arousal had transformed into an unquenchable lust for the indecent, the morally degenerate, and the violent. She needed Feus to have his way with her, to do wrong to her body. She needed her defences stripped bare, to expose her defenceless self, a pure, young maiden in her prime, ripe to be violated and used and sullied in ways unfit for a child of her age.

To feel his mouth pleasuring her little butthole, to have him push and prod it like a plaything, was more than enough to make her juices flow, to make her dizzy with bliss. She wanted it so badly, so, so very, very, very badly, she wanted him to tear her apart and rut her and breed her like a dog. To use her body like it was built solely for the purpose of fucking. She wasn’t even a woman ; she wanted to be a hole.

― Nii‑sama, if you keep going, I’ll come like this, without your cock even inside me. I’ll come through my bad girl hole…

His tongue entered her, and that was enough to trigger Aalke’s orgasm. It was sudden and overwhelming, like glass falling apart into a million pieces. She raised her hips in surprise, and in that moment, she let loose a stream of translucent, pearly, lustful girlcome, a stream of droplets that splashed Feus’ face and all the way to his chest.

Aalke panted and gasped under her climax, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she tried to process the extreme, alien feelings running rampant through her underdeveloped body. She moaned like an idiot, all pretence of decorum cast aside as she basked in the glow of her orgasm, a mixture of joy and pride at knowing her hole was such a powerful pleasure giver, and embarrassment at having shown just how depraved she really was.

Feus let go of her body, and she writhed on the bed, trying to catch her breath and wipe her sweat, twisting and turning on the stained bedsheets. Her thighs were sticky, wet and cold, and so was the puddle she was resting on, her fluids slowly cooling as they pooled beneath her, making a mess of her bed. But that was the farthest thought from Aalke’s mind ; after her release, all she could think of was that Feus hadn’t come inside her yet, and she wanted that. She wanted her own big brother to pump her full of sperm, to leave her dripping with it, to use her like a comebucket and breed her in his favourite position. She needed it so very much, that even despite just coming, all she could think about was getting properly and brutally deflowered.

She turned around, so that she could face Feus ; he had been looking at her with lecherous eyes, as expected. As she saw his gaze move to her crotch, she closed her legs just enough for her vulva not to be visible, seducing him with the promise of something hairless, immature, and virginal. It was like peeking at someone from behind a curtain ; a hint of nudity, but not enough to truly satisfy. Just enough to give her viewer a tease.

She put her arms behind her back and stretched herself ; she knew he enjoyed seeing how flexible, lithe, and small she was, seeing indentations of bone and muscle on her flesh. She posed like that for a while, enjoying his ravenous stare. She wanted it, too. She needed it. She knew he was thinking about vile, incestuous, paedophilic things, things only monsters thought about, things that would scar 12-year-old girls for life. Oh, how she wanted to be hurt.

She could see his bestial bestial member twitch and leak, a strand of precome inching its way to the bedsheets, just about to be torn apart. It had swollen up larger than a human penis ever would ; if Feus forced himself on her, she might just break. Yet, that thought brought nothing but excitement, knowing her bestial lover had such a grotesque cock, as if designed to rape children.

She swallowed hard at the sight of it, at its bulbousness and enormity. The shape, too, its lupine features a reminder that she was about to be deflowered by an animal, and not a man. An animal who would disregard any inhibition to obtain satisfaction. Who wouldn’t stop, regardless of the pain it caused her, or if she were to scream or beg for mercy. The knowledge of his depravity had never made her wetter.

She pressed her foot on his knee, then slowly traced her way up his furry thigh. She slowly made her way to the base of his cock, right where it bulged out, then rested her toes there.

― First, you assault your sister’s mouth. Then, you taste her rear. Now you’re getting excited over her feet. My, what a perverted brother you are !

She teasingly wiggled her toes and rubbed her sole against his red, throbbing beast cock. It was so deliciously thick, so dangerously long… She wondered how good it would feel to have it forced inside her. It would reach so deep.

― You are so big, nii‑sama. So thick, so bestial. Do you like it when your little sister praises your size ? Does it make you excited to know she is small and breakable, and you have something demonic on your crotch ?

She felt the twitching against her sole, and that only encouraged her to go faster, harder. She knew he wanted her — no, needed her — to do this, to stimulate him with her petite body.

― Big brothers shouldn’t desire their little sisters’ feet. They definitely shouldn’t grow so big and hard as they are getting stepped on. This is horrible, nii‑sama. You should teach your little sister a lesson for teasing adults like that. You should teach her what happens to bad girls who taunt men with their bodies.

She swirled her tongue about in her mouth, moistening her lips as she pressed her little limb against the beast’s member. She lowered her hand between her thighs, and, after wetting her fingers with her own arousal, she made a point of licking it off, staring into his eyes with unbridled lust.

― Will nii‑sama use his big cock to punish his little sister ?

He growled, then leaned over her body. He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her towards him. He lifted her up, pushing his length against her belly, showing her just how deep it could go. Past her navel, and almost up to her chest, it was such a daunting length to consider trying to fit inside a child. And yet, her cunny quivered and leaked in anticipation.

She knew this would happen. Her beloved, most important big brother would go out of control ; his animalistic nature would take hold, and he would have no choice but to fuck her silly, or risk imploding. The pheromones wafting through the air made her feel drunk, intoxicated by an overpowering drug that loosened every mental restraint, allowing the beast within to emerge, a ferocious monster whose only desire was to claim that which was forbidden, to do what ought not to be done.

― Your lady is ordering you to deflower her, nii‑sama. Your lady is ordering you to fuck her womb. And if it hurts a little, that’s okay ; little sluts deserve to be raped.

He pushed her onto the bed, raising her legs over his head, holding her with only one arm, her weight so utterly negligible to his great strength. He was guiding his cock, pointing it right at her sex. It had been pouring arousal like a waterfall, a stream of milky translucency that smeared all over her hips. The glistening moisture was tantalising, and it had an obvious effect on the beast, who could barely hold himself back from rutting her into the bed, right then and there.

Putting something thicker than her thigh into a hole so small, so young, so innocent seemed like an impossibility. It felt so wrong, to warn to take the innocence of the girl he desired for so long, of the girl whose virginity he worshipped. But she had been so keen on having her purity taken, that his admiration for her chastity had morphed into an animalistic lust to shatter it.

He buried his tip inside, and a high-pitched moan escaped Aalke’s mouth ; a mix of pleasure, excitement and surprise, it sounded to Feus like a harmonious, crystalline song. It was pure, innocent music, composed with her soft little vocal cords, in which all the carnality of the act was intonated. Her virginal hole stretched to its limits to accept him, to allow the thickness of his tip inside her. It was a battle between two opposing forces — a feral animal determined to take and mate, and a dainty child whose body shouldn’t handle the size.

But she was his little sister. If there was any cunt that was built, from the moment of conception, to accept his ferocious lust, it was hers. In his primal state, there was no place for rational thoughts or doubts. He knew in his heart, in the pit of his stomach, that he and Aalke were tied by fate to become one. His lycanthropic form was telling him that no other hole would satisfy him. That even the most experienced of whores could not hope to satiate him in the way her underage body could. She was the tightest he could ever dream of having ; so cute and small a maiden, she made every man stir.

With an immense roar, he immersed himself in the ferocity of his desires as he thrust, in a single, powerful motion, through his little sister’s resistances, opening her wide open. Aalke winced in pain as the sensation hit her. Though her passage was generously lubricated, that still wasn’t enough for her to properly handle Feus’ brute strength. Not even a third of his member was inside her, and already she felt as though he’d filled her. It was just so hot, so thick, and the pain from being stretched made her body tense up.

Her most cherished fruit had been sampled by a filthy predator, her pristine and unsullied womanhood desecrated by the bestial lusts of a debauched older brother. And he had not even started yet ; he would not moderate his thrusts until he had buried himself to the hilt within her. The tears that had gathered around Aalke’s were a mixture of fear and excitement. Feus had begun moving in and out of her, slow but deliberate, intent on dilating her child slit until she was loose enough for him to pound her into the mattress.

Aalke’s cunt felt so soft, so silky, so tight, so incredibly divinely good inside. Though only a fraction of his manhood was inside her, her unyielding heat and her excessive wetness encompassed him as if to drain him of ever last drop. To have her underage pussy around him was enough to send his brain into a frenzy, a potent cocktail of pleasure and adrenaline that added to his already inhuman strength. To sink into the throes of perversion felt so natural, so right. It felt as though all of existence revolved around his need to breed her, as if the very meaning of being alive was to consummate his incestuous obsession.

He tried to adjust his grip but for a second, and that was enough time for Aalke to lock her legs around his waist. Blushing, aroused, and violated, she looked at him and issued her commands.

― Deeper, nii‑sama !

The tone of her voice was equal parts threat and plea. She wanted to be fucked, and she demanded for her brother to do it thoroughly. Her hands dug into his furry arms, her nails scratching at his skin beneath. She wanted it rough. She wanted to feel it all the way to her stomach. She wanted her brother to spear her with his full length, whatever that could do to her developing body.

Feus gave Aalke a long look. The little girl was almost fully red in the face, her blue eyes now dark and glossy, her eyelids hanging heavy above them, half open as though she couldn’t wait to be claimed. Her hair was now an absolute mess, dishevelled, some strands sticking to her cheeks, others flowing freely past her shoulders and over the sheets.

Who was to deny her her request ? Why, to refuse her illicit charms, he might as well deny having been born a man at all ! And so, enchanted by her words, he sank himself deeper. With each pump, he took care not to let go of her body, to preserve his pace, to measure his speed, so that their union, albeit painful, was not in fact injurious.

But as much force he put into it, the way she locked her legs around him, pressing him ever forward, indicated that it was not enough. With one mightier motion, he finally bumped into a barrier, and it did not take much to see painted in her face the unique sensation of having her cervix prodded. Even in his bestial state, he could tell it was an acquired taste.

He leaned down, closer to her face, as he rubbed his thumb on her cheek ; Aalke responded by pushing him deeper, the strange sensation having only momentarily weakened her legs.

― Nii‑sama, it is not truly defloration if you do not also trespass into my uterus, she said. Put those muscles to good use, and discipline your little sister !

Little as she was, perhaps he had underestimated her endurance. She could not move her body on her own, but with how firmly her limbs were wrapped around his waist, she was making him lose control.

To enter such a place, he had only heard such violation in the most wicked tales. Now, he was called to commit that act, to penetrate her most womanly place, whatever the results may be. She was begging him — begging ! — to thrust his grotesque monstercock where man should enter, no man could enter ; she was begging for his full length.

Once again, he roared, steeled himself, adjusted his hold on her shoulders and back, pulled out of that tiny, bony body, then impaled himself back inside her as if his life depended on it. Her eyes widened every time the knocked on her cervix ; her exclamations, on the other hand, increasingly acquired a pleasant aftertaste.

She knew he had much more to give, and it was her womanly place to accept his canine, barbaric, transformed cock. To feel his thick, superior length scrape against her most tender insides, once angelic with chastity, now an animal’s pleasure hole. Every nerve was ablaze with lust, with the feeling of her brother’s manhood taking root in her body. The head of his penis was large and hard, and with the way he was banging her, she was certain he would rupture every stopgap in his way.

― Deeper… ! Deeper… ! Deeper… ! she exclaimed every time his tip slammed against her tight entrance.

She bit on her lower lip as his beast cock worked at it, using its monstrous shape to push itself forward. His strength made short work of her virginal defences, wanting to plough past her deepest crevices, battering against her most feminine core.

It was such an odd thing, this sensation, being fucked in places no man should go. That bestial cock, digging deeper and deeper, invading parts of her body that didn’t belong in those vulgar activities, training her to be satisfied only by his length and no lesser man’s, preparing her cunny to bear little puppies, with her soft and tiny womb as home.

Feus had grown entirely absorbed by the situation. No longer was he worried about breaking his little sister, his focus shifted entirely to reaching the utmost depths. The thought that Aalke wanted him to ravish her as far as her body allowed sent bolts of arousal throughout his body. Her beautiful little frame, so slim, so narrow, so undeveloped, contrasted by his lycan size, made him feel like a conqueror. Again and again, he lay siege on her body, prodding her cervix to open, to let him in, to rape her precious, tiny womb.

As her body stretched, little by little, taking more and more of Feus’ cock, uterine penetration was no longer a question, but a matter of time. First, there was the smallest hint of squishiness ; then, his next thrust all but pierced right through her ; finally, with the third attempt, there was no resistance whatsoever as his member entered her unprotected, precious uterine chamber, filling it with with canine lust.

Her resistances gone, there was nothing stopping him from slamming against her uterine wall, from stuffing her with a few additional inches of beastly meat. And oh, did she respond most exquisitely to it ; her face was now in an eternal grimace of unadulterated joy, the bliss of her pleasure enhanced further by the pain, as though it was the most intense thing she could imagine. Her whole body was squirming under him, her moans of bliss were as clear as a bell, and her tiny legs could do nought to alleviate the burning in her sex.

Breaking her lock, she stretched her limbs forward, wiggling her sensual toes in blinding orgasm, her pussy squirting all that she had left on his groin. The depth, the sheer absurdity of his invasion made her mind go blank for minutes, and the only thing she could think about was how full her body felt. She had a cock in her womb. A real, werewolf cock. Even though she was merely 12 years of age, her older brother’s penis was violating her barely pubescent womb.

Ah, he was filling an emptiness inside her that she did not even know she had. That tightness, that incomparable warmth, her womanhood clasping tightly around the intruder, as though she were meant to have it there. This was what it was like, to be loved by a beast. To be properly bred. To be held by his large hands and kept safe from all harm, unless he was committing it. She wanted to be his toy. She wanted to be a cute little doll that he fucked, that he used to unleash his animal lusts on, without worrying about breaking.

She placed her hands on her belly, feeling how deep the penetration was. Her once flat and trim midsection was now decorated by a phallic bulge, her stomach deforming outwards as if she were pregnant. Her big brother’s penis was stretching her so much, it was becoming visible from outside, as if to indicate that a virile wolf was fucking her, to the point he was reshaping her body. She massaged the indentation, delighting in how her fingertips caressed his cock through layers of skin, fat and muscle. To have him so far inside, that his very presence could be seen… It made her shiver with delight, made her pussy quiver with satisfaction. She had become her brother’s fucktoy. Her womb had been moulded into his shape.

She lowered her fingers to the point where their bodies joined, feeling how much of hi was still outside, how much of him there was still left to go. How much more did her brother have to give her ? She felt around it, pressing down on his cock with her dainty fingers. His knotted base was something else altogether, something so enormous she had difficulty wrapping her mind around it. There was so much more to be stuffed inside her. He wasn’t done yet.

― Put the rest of it in, nii‑sama. Force it all the way, and if it makes me tear, then make it tear.

She tried wrapping her legs around him once more, but had difficulty lifting them up.

― Ah, it appears you have fucked me a bit too hard, nii‑sama !

Deliriously, she moved her thighs weakly about, still dizzy in the aftermath of her orgasm. She turned a little bit to the side, as much as she could manage, and uttered her next provocation.

― Well, then, why don’t you fuck me nice and proper, from behind, like I’m your little bitch ?

She bit her lip as she felt a pulse through his length. Yes, that was it. It wasn’t enough for Feus to simply impale her with his length, no, he had to mount her like an animal, to treat her as his bitch, to ruin her from the front and back. To abuse her child cunt with his mighty, monstrous canine penis, until his knot was tied around her folds, trapping him inside. To knock her up.

Feus completed her motion, turning her face down on the bed and pillows, pulling out of her warm depths only to penetrate her again from behind, starting anew. Now that she was lying prone, her neck was at his mercy, and so he moved her hair out of the way so that he could wrap his jaws around her, like a predator claiming ownership over its mate.

He entered her once more, her poor cervix not even having a fraction of its former resistance, effortlessly allowing him entry into her baby chamber, as if her reproductive organs were a smooth, uninterrupted orifice. Once more, her walls stretched to accept his massive girth, trying to find space where there was none. As she accepted his girth, her dazed expression melted into pure, unfiltered happiness. Her pupils went round and huge, her smile grew wider, she mewled with unconditional love.

Inch by inch, her childlike hole opened, accepting his child-interested cock, no matter how many times it pummelled against her vulnerable womb. There was no part of her little body that didn’t want that canine monster inside ; all she could feel was an inexorable pull towards him, a call to be his breeding partner, to allow herself to be ruined, and to beg for more.

With his fangs on her neck, it was as if not even her own breathing was under her control, as it was up to his mouth how long she would be able to go before being choked again, denying her even that most basic reprieve as he bore into her uterus. The mere knowledge of being so small compared to him made her excited.

Aalke clenched at the sheets as his claws found her chest, groping her breasts, small as they were. They were far too tiny for his fingers, but nonetheless, his touch was both gentle and rough. As soon as she felt the pang of pain on her bosom, he pushed himself further into her, rewarding her for putting up with him, granting her sweet kisses in her baby room, little rewards that only she could have.

That’s right — it was only for her ! That massive, bestial cock stirred only for her underage body, that gigantic length fit for an adult woman was for her alone.

Her breaths were heavy and irregular, a mess of drooling gasps and near-choking cries of joy, spilling forth from a mouth whose purpose had been forgotten, and had become something like a fixture on her face. Each thrust pushed another ounce of sense out of her body, bringing her closer to a higher state of pleasure, an orgasm stronger than the last one, whose echoes were still reverberating in her brain, whose glow still emanated from her sex, still raw and dripping wet.

― Deeper, onii‑sama ! Stretch me to my breaking point !

His thrusts were not fast, but they were powerful. She could feel her womb stretching to new volumes every time he bottomed out inside her, taking in a little bit more, a little bit deeper. As his length filled her, Aalke became aware of his entire length, from its veiny surface, to its bulbous tip, to its ungodly thickness, all of it expanding her tightness, and reshaping it into something appropriate for the purpose of sexual gratification. She became intensely aware of every single cell of flesh he touched, every atom that vibrated with excitement when his tip kissed her womb, and the overwhelming, unbelievable amount of pleasure that followed, flooding her neurons, overloading her body, causing her to react only with ecstatic yelps of surprise and delight.

― I want to be your hole… !

He tightened his jaw around her neck as he pushed ever deeper, and she lowered her hands to her belly, feeling it distend and shrink to the rhythm of his penetration. The thought of how he was pushing down on her insides, the feeling of the way her womb bulged out, as if eager to accommodate his dick, brought her an irreplaceable pleasure, and she was rapidly losing the ability to articulate anything besides carnal sounds and crude obscenities.

She could feel his knot slamming against her entrance, too thick to enter, pulsating with excitement. Oh, she wanted him in, even though he was too big, even though it would hurt ! She wanted to be an object of pleasure for her brother, and she didn’t mind whether she came away from it all with bruises and lacerations. She wanted her tightness to be broken, her little pussy torn to shreds. She wanted to feel him all the way into her, even if it made her bleed.

― Stuff me… !

His fingers slowly moved to her posterior, magnetised by her forbidden, sinful hole. She knew what he was after, and was eager to surrender herself that way. She wiggled her hips, presenting her ass, arching her back so that it would make her rump puffy and pliable. She felt a finger run circles around her tight anus, teasing her, prodding her, threatening her with the penetration of her foul, unhygienic hole.

― Put it in, nii‑sama ! Poke my dirty pussy !

Without a second thought, he thrust his finger deep inside her rectum, his digit long and thick enough to match other men’s penises. The sensation of suddenly having something inside her anal ring caught her off guard, and she could barely muster the strength to gasp as it pushed in deeper. The pleasure on her backdoor made her jump with sudden stimulation, but that, coupled with Feus’ cock smashing against her womb, made her brain turn into mush. She could feel everything ; the softness of the mattress, the warmth of Feus’ body against hers, his claw poking against her flesh, and especially the penetrations on either of her holes, the intensity of which were impossible to compare. She moaned like a cat in heat, letting Feus know just how much she loved him and, especially, how much she wanted him to degrade her.

Once again, she squirted out her excitement all over her sheets. The pleasure of being sodomised, on top of his titanic, bestial length pounding her cunt was enough to make a mess. And as her pleasure reached new heights, her muscles finally relaxed enough to let the last piece of him inside, as his bulbous knot slid past her entrance. She could hear a sound behind her, like a suction cup closing on a vase, as the mouth of her cunt locked itself against his bestial organ.

The fact that this final penetration had only been unlocked for her through anal stimulation only heightened her pleasure, only added to the knowledge that she was being defiled beyond her wildest fantasies. He was touching her dirty hole, even as he was breeding her cunt !

― I love you, nii‑sama ! I love you so much !

Straightening himself, he placed his hands on her narrow, childish hips and used them as a counterweight for his thrusting. All of it, every inch, from the tip to his base, buried into her barely pubescent cunt, all the way up her womb. His thrusts were violent, vigorous, full of hatred and animalistic energy, focused only on achieving their goal of mating a female, and not caring that said female was a 12-year-old girl.

There was no subtlety, no charm in his movements, only brute strength. He wanted to tear her apart, to ruin her for other men. Why, yes, he wanted to take her in all her holes. He spread her most embarrassing rear end with his thumbs, while her pussy milked his cock. He could see it twitching, quivering, pulsating, and even leaking arousal of its own. That little whore… she wanted him in that hole, too ! He could see her sphincters contracting every time he bottomed out inside of her, like her backside wanted to suck him in, to never let him leave.

― You’re spreading it so much, nii‑sama… It’s embarrassing.

The thought of seeing her tiny, rosy back door gape wide open, twitching, shivering, a mirror of the pleasure she was receiving in her cunt. How despicable, for a little 12-year-old girl to want to expose that place to her lover, as if inviting him to defile it. That dirtiness, that immorality drove him to fuck her harder, to push into her as if he wanted to hurt her, to split her tiny cunt to pieces on his gargantuan length.

He could feel a heat well up in his groin, a warmth that travelled up his penis, his whole body lighting on fire, the excitement building up until he knew he was about to reach completion. She squeezed him, her muscles gripping onto his penis, like a drowning girl grabbing at her saviour. Her hole expanded and shrank at his pace, to the rhythm of his pounding. She had given herself to him completely, uttering obscenities that should never have crossed such a small girl’s lips. She had made her uterus open up, had let him fuck her so deeply he could kiss her womb with his tip, her womanhood shaped exactly for him. She had offered up her small anus for his probing, filthy fingers. She begged to be inseminated.

His testicles contracted, as a bolt of pleasure rushed up his body. He thrust himself into her, burying his cock as deep as he could, smashing against her womb as he released his seed. Aalke cried out in bliss and pain as he flooded her little hole with a torrent of warm semen, making her feel as if she would burst. His penis was twitching, shooting several ropes of white, milky liquid, as his knot expanded, locking the two of them in place.

As his come poured into her belly, it distended further, inflating like a balloon with all that molten hot bestial ejaculate, stretching her smaller frame to hold such an ungodly amount of spunk. His potent, bestial semen assaulted her little womb, painting her insides white with the ejaculate of an animal, a primal essence that made her tremble and shake in joy, a pleasure so powerful that it made her shiver, her hips and buttocks shaking with powerful, degrading orgasm.

Her once pure pussy, that should never have known man’s touch, had been invaded, had been converted into a come deposit by her older brother’s monstrous shaft, by a filthy animal, a perverted predator who had claimed her precious virginity as a prize. He was wrecking her inexperienced body, using her child hole like it belonged to him.

Hot, sticky semen began overflowing from her well-fucked cunt, spilling around her thighs, leaking in copious amounts from her stretched out folds. The sight of such an innocent young lady being treated like a worthless come dump had its effect on the beast ; he remained firm inside her, as her womb continued to receive his voluminous emission straight into her defenceless, unprotected baby chamber.

He toyed with her defenceless anus as he came into her, massaging her butthole, stirring her insides with his thumbs. Even though they were in the middle of a climax, Feus was intent on assaulting her as roughly as before, thrusting his finger in and out as the sensation of a warm hole on his knuckles gave him immense pleasure, adding to the feeling of her vagina constricting around his knotted cock.

With her tongue lulling outside her mouth, Aalke squirmed around his length, as her back arched with orgasmic joy. The force of the oncoming deluge of beast come together with his assault on her rear end were driving her mad, and she could no longer understand which direction was up, or which hole he was inseminating. He could have been fucking her anus, or even her urethra for all she cared, as long as he was pouring all that fluid, all that sperm, all that juice, all that creamy, virile masculinity directly into her body. She was nothing more than an object to be fucked, a toy for an animal to come into, and the thought only excited her more.

As she came with a mighty, squeaky roar, she felt his orgasm reach its peak ; she could feel her body tensing up around him, squeezing his member for every last drop of his wolf milk. Aalke could feel the thick, viscous slime permeating her uterus, swimming about inside her baby chamber, floating from one wall to the next. The sheer quantity of it had her insides feeling warm, comfortable, and bloated ; this was how it was supposed to be, wasn’t it ? Her belly, swollen with her beloved nii‑sama’s inhuman seed.

She let her consciousness float away into the void, carried by the intense heat that pulsated through her body ; the pleasure of being made a bitch for a stronger, inhuman male. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she could feel him dislodging himself from inside her, and the sensation of all his seed rushing out of her only registered as mindless, thoughtless pleasure. There was nothing left to worry about in the entire world ; there was only the joy of having been filled.

― Ah !

That was the first sound she heard when she came to. Feus had jumped out of bed, and now that he was back to a more human shape, he was starting to come to terms with last night’s actions.

― Oh, no…

Aalke, much less distressed than him, was instead stretching herself, her eyes shut, shying away from the harsh, morning light.

― Good morning to you, too, nii‑sama, she said.

She raised a hand to scratch her head, yawned loudly, and turned her back to the sun as she put the bedsheets on top of her.

― W-what have I done ? ! I’ve lost control ! I took advantage of Aalke ! My sister !

― Dear God, how horrifying. That thing was sooo big…

Feus didn’t seem very reassured by her sarcasm, if he’d even heard her words at all, and was grasping his head, mumbling to himself about the depravity of his misdeeds. Aalke couldn’t help but think he looked ridiculous, considering he was happily fucking her in the most perverse manner just a few hours prior.

She slowly got up on her feet, rubbing her eyes, still groggy, covering herself up with her bedsheets, like a makeshift toga.

― Well, it is as you say, she said with a deep sigh. You have deflowered your sister.

Feus prostrated himself in front of her, grabbing hold of her ankles in shame.

― Aalke, please forgive me for ruining you ! If there is some way to repent, I…

― Hmm, yes, truly, I wonder, how could a man of good standing possibly pay penance for such an act ?

She stared at him with the most sardonic grin on her face, enough for him to feel it on his skin and look up. Aalke bobbed her hips as she smiled, looking down on him.

― I… I… I humbly ask for your hand in marriage.

He averted his gaze as soon as he’d finished that sentence. It was the most rational conclusion, the most logical recourse, yet that didn’t make the choice any easier. For a brother to marry his own sister, it would certainly arouse suspicion, even if the alternative was much worse.

― Well, then, don’t mind if I do, she said, presenting her hand for the taking.

Aalke blushed a little bit, though not so much as to betray this was what she had in mind all along. With a tug, she pulled her brother back to his feet, then stepped closer, placing her soft, childish lips on his. They both stood there, savouring that moment for a good, long while, until she released him.

― But let us not forget our unfinished business, she said.

― Eh ? Unfinished business ? he asked, confused.

She reached between his thighs to play with his crotch, giggling a little.

― My butt needs your babies, too, big brother. I need you to keep trying, until my rear is properly fertilised. Are you up to the task ?