A/N: Alright guys, time to see what you're made of! Last story, 'Heaven & Hell' had a total of 10 reviews- 5 per chapters. So, let's see if we can beat that, alright? Cause this chapter, all you perverts like me get to read what ya want..~
PS, No "ewww, incest..yuck!" people here okay? I get that incest isn't all "omg you're cute and I don't like anyone else so let's have sex despite the genetic mutations and emotional issues that would occur if this were real life~!" Cause in case you didn't know, it's actually very common in royal families for siblings to have sexual relations with each other and sometimes they even had children together in order to keep the bloodline "pure" and "blue blooded". Fun fact: Because so many rich families had incestuous relations, children eventually began to look "blue" due to the same genes repeating themselves over and over again. This is why some royal "clans" and lineages are called blue bloods.
The more ya know.
Childish Wars:
Chapter 2- The Next Match
The day after her stolen victory, he realizes he's let her get away with far too much; the minute he let her walk out of that room without a word, she'd deemed the competition over.
Every second someone isn't directly on their tail she's yipping in his ear,
"Bow to your future ruler, brother."
"Now that's not a way to talk to a queen, peasant."
"I won, I won, now give me everything I ask for, butler."
Of course he very well could tell her off and smack her- he's honestly thought about it one two many times already- but what would that do for his image?
To do or not to do. It's a predicament he seems to face everyday.
She rolls her eyes and sighs in disappointment, "Why don't you just make a decision and get on with it?"
"Can I not have a single moment of privacy?" He whines in frustration, quickly hitting his head on the wall closest to him.
"Not when you're acting like a girl and talking to yourself. Some of us are trying to be productive and read up before we rule our subjects. I wouldn't expect you to understand."
Oh great, here we go again.
"Rin."
"Oh, I'm sorry, that was mean wasn't it? I forgot that big brother is a sore fucking loser..." She flashes an innocent smile at him before plopping onto her vanity chair, throwing her bare legs onto the dresser top and then continuing to read. "I should've known you were still on the fence about giving up."
"I'm not on the fence!" He begins indignantly, staring the back of her neck down from his dark, sulking corner. "I'm just weighing my options more carefully than most. It's something you should learn before even attempting to lead."
"Only a loser would say that~" She sings before speaking coolly, "And you may want to rethink your tactics since they've already failed you."
"They've failed me once." Len points out, briskly walking to Rin's side and gripping her arm tightly in order to grab the book, yank it from her grasp and throw the literature halfway across the room.
"Hey-!"
"Atleast my tactics don't require me to act like some whore who uses people as their own play things." He snaps, digging his nails into her skin while yanking her small body closer to his own.
"The hell're you-"
Suddenly, his lips are on hers and he's maneuvering her against the wall, pressing against her tightly despite the protest she's trying to push out.
She moans airily, twisting and adjusting her hips just as he uses his hands to push her thighs farther apart then quickly yanking her hips to meet his own, pulling her body even farther underneath him on his plush mattress.
"Hah-!" He feels her body jolt against him, short yet sharp nails digging into his chest and then moving up over his shoulders. A pained groan rips itself from his chest as her scratches burn and, somewhat instinctively, one of his hands go to grip the offending fingers and pull them away from his body.
With another thrust, her head falls to the side- one of her burning cheeks falling against the crumpled, heated sheets as her hips shove themselves towards Len's and she lets out a desperate moan.
"I never thought an heiress would manage to be this slutty." He growls darkly in her ear as he leans over her frail, slightly sweaty form and delights in the shiver she gives him before she opens her mouth to give a retort.
"Shut your god-" He's already a step ahead of her and quickly covers her mouth with his hand, smiling for a moment as her hot breath washes over his hand and she jerks against him, attempting to pull her wrists from his iron grasp so as to pry his fingers off her mouth. Before she can succeed however, he thrusts into her roughly- smirking at the low, muffled moan he's given.
Then suddenly, he feels her lips twitch and open against his skin, pausing only for a moment before her jaws snap open and Rin sinks her teeth into his large hand as harshly as she can, locking her jaw into place and growling as he tries to pull it from her grasp.
"Drop it!" He snaps, trilling his fingers to scrape at her mouth as he yanks his captured hand every which way. It's not until he raises the hand that was around her wrists and threatens to strike her that she finally listens, gasping for air and shuddering as, growling, he pulls her hair back- exposing her thin neck- and harshly bites her until he tastes a familiar metallic tang swipe across his taste buds.
Rin whimpers lowly and, despite the pain, shudders and tightens around him as his hips shift against hers and his pelvis begins to occasionally stroke against her clitoris. "S-stop...!" She pleads, wriggling her hips and shoving her small hands against his chest in an attempt to get some space between the two of them as her hips buck up to his almost on sheer instinct. "Mm-!"
"Why, Rinny?" He purrs, his hands gripping her waist and almost shoving her body into the mattress as she sucks her breath in sharply, "I remember you so eagerly pushing me towards this just yesterday...Besides, biting me deserves a bit of punishment, doesn't it?"
Another moan escapes her, blue eyes screwing tight as he- her own, disgusting, blood-relative- continues to completly overpower her, nipping and marking her up as much as he possibly can while continuing his harsh, somewhat novice onslaught. "Ah-!" She twitches against him, letting out a slightly pained moan as one of his hands moves up to cup her small breasts and play with them, an amused smile crossing his lips.
This was simply way too much for her body to handle!
Her lower abs are clenching so desperately- begging for a break- and her legs that are around his waist are quivering and jerking almost every time he shoves himself into her; not to mention her lungs feel like they are about to explode from lack of air. She's completely lost at what she's supposed to do.
"G-god..! Len!" she barely manages to find time to catch enough wind to breathe the words, forcing as much desperation into her voice as possible as tears sting her eyes. He's ignoring her.
"S-slow-" she pants, wincing as he again shoves their bodies together, "Uhn~! I j-just-!"
"No, now say it." He growls, sending cold shivers up her spine as his deep voice reverberates through the both of them, resulting in yet another airy moan falling from her mouth.
"G-give m-me a-"
"NOW." The fingers of one hand quickly pinch at her nipples while his other hand firmly grips her right hip and his thumb presses directly on her taunt lower abs as he continues to thrust into her.
"Ah~! Don't p-press on i-it!" She screeches, writhing underneath him as she desperately pants in an attempt to get some air to her lungs and panicking heart.
"What did I say?!" Len snaps again, opening and then narrowing his eyes only to swallow back a groan as he sees her sweaty, disheveled body moving completely in his control beneath him.
"M-master..!" She gasps, throwing her head back and arching as his head drums against her sweet spot.
"Mm...good girl." A smirk again plays on his lips as he repeatedly begins to thrust and roll against her and she tightens in response, her breath growing more ragged and desperate by the second- even more so when he hits that spot almost dead on.
"Don't t-talk to me like I'm- uhn~ A d-dog..! I-idiot!" She squirms against him as he continues to move against her, her head tilting back and her eyes clenching shut as her small mouth opens to let her- rather hypocritically- pant and her tongue lolls out of her mouth uselessly, trying to bring more air flowing through her body. Her hips twitch towards his and a whimper falls from her mouth as she feels their bodies touch and his hot, slightly cracked lips press themselves just above her breasts. "L-Len..." Her tone is warning and as soon as he realizes that, he looks up at her with his now icy blue eyes and growls:
"I'll do what I want, princess." Then, leisurely, he kisses his way down her chest- his hips slowing only the slightest bit- and gently kisses her left breast, smirking against the heated skin as her nipple slowly erected to the simple touch.
"Nn..." The petite girl sighs, shifting her hips and throwing her quivering legs around Len's waist and hooking her ankles together- hoping that would keep her legs from flailing. "A-ah!" Instead, her toes curl and clench at his skin as her legs close around him, keeping her own brother closer to her as she clenches around his pulsing length.
Again, he draws his surprisingly cool tongue over her breasts, nipping at the small, aroused buds on each side as he sees fit and groaning when he feels her entrance tighten around him and twitch again.
She was just asking for it...
"Say my title again, sweetheart." He murmurs, slowly picking his speed back up while continuing to pepper her chest with kisses, licks, and nips.
"Master, ah~ L-len.." Her face flushes a deep cherry red as she hears him let out a low, desperate and animalistic groan in response to her own feminine moan. Lusty blue eyes clash together as he leans down, cups her face after releasing her breasts and brings his mouth within millimeters of her own.
"Now tell me, who's won this round, princess?"
"I h-hav-" Before she can finish, he thrusts again, his hand tightening on the red mark on her hip that's eventually to turn a dark violet. He watches as she tosses her head around, frustrated, and her long bangs catch on the corners of her small lips before she finally screams, "Y-you!"
"Say my name." He orders, brushing his lips against hers as he shoves their bodies together.
"Len..~" Her chest is heaving and when he finally looks down at her, he can see the gleam of sweat coating her forehead.
"Again, louder."
"Len..!" He can feel her tightening and shifting- with the way her lower stomach is rippling under his touch and how her face is contorted, eyes clenched shut and her muscles taunt practically everywhere, he knows she's not far off from finishing.
"O-once. More." He groans, leaning over her body and moving both of his hands to grip her cheeks so he can place their foreheads against the other's.
"Len...Le..n.." Hot puffs of her air wash over his already hot face as one of her small, shaking hands comes up to hold one of his large ones. He hears her soft gasp of surprise as he thrusts against her again, her hand immediately clenching around his own and desperately trying to intertwine their fingers for her own comfort.
He almost feels a bit guilty.
"LEN~!"
It only takes one more rough shift before she's gone, moaning, twitching, and tightening around him as they ride their small bit of pleasure to the end.
When they're both finally coming down from their highs and catching their breaths, she feels the pain begin to set him- her hands are shaking and her hips feel like they're on fire. "M-move..." she mumbles with a wavering, soft voice.
Hell...it even hurts to speak at the moment.
"Give it a minute." Is his reply as he sighs contently and wraps his arms around her bare waist.
So together they lay there in almost awkward silence, the only comfort being that of the other's heavy, hot breaths in their ears.
They only notice his bruised, somewhat bloody and bandaged hand the next morning when he pulls it from underneath the dining room table to pick up his glass of water.
"Len, dear, what happened to your hand?" His mother's silverware clatters against the ceramic plate as she stands and reaches for the gauze covered extremity.
Casually, she watches as he sets his glass down and pulls his hand back to his lap, replying coolly, "I was messing with the dogs," His eyes flicker up to meet Rin's as the edge of his lip curls into a sly smirk, "One of the bitches was in heat and didn't appreciate it."
His smile only widens as her eyes slit into a glare and she kicks at him from underneath the table, "Well it was your own fault, messing with her like that." She growls lowly.
"I was just playing with her, so actually, she might just need a muzzle until she learns to not bite people, wouldn't you think? After all, it's rather childish to go around biting whomever you want just because you're irritated and don't get your way."
"Yes but if you would've just taken a hint-!"
"Enough, you two!" They both jump as their normally quiet mother springs up from her chair, its wooden legs scraping loudly against the floor. "Here you are talking about how unsophisticated a dog- a pet- is, yet you two perfectly intelligent, young adults are screeching at each other like damned banshees!" Their eyes flicker over at each other- similar hues of blue clashing with another set.
Despite them knowing what the true reason behind the injury was, they both duck their heads down as though suddenly interested in the currently empty plates and shining silverware in front of them.
He- not so surprisingly- is the first to apologize; "Sorry mother, you and Rin are both correct. Forgive me for not thoroughly thinking through all of the possible consequences."
Sighing with relief, the petite queen pulls her chair back towards her and sits, once again retaining her quiet, demure nature. "Thank you. Now, Rin, dear, would you like to say anything to your brother?"
Irritatedly, the blonde trills her fingers on the table, sending dagger-like glares at her now smirking competitor as he mouths "I win..."
"No, I would not."
Needless to say, the once mighty Rin did not win this match...
