Sorry about the long wait, but it's up now, and exactly 1 day after the anniversary of this collection of fanfics. A whole year, and I've only managed to write four chapters...
Anyway, here it is. When you're done reading, I would like for you to go to my profile page, where there is a poll asking which one of these chapters is your favorite. I would like to know, out of curiousity. Also, a review would be nice.
Hope you enjoy it.
Infatuation
It was sunset, and the forest was alive with the sounds of birds and animals. Sunlight filtered through the trees, creating beautiful, alternating streaks of glowing orange of light and pitch black of shadow. A soft wind caressed the trees, whispering songs of love to the wilderness.
That same wind blew Reyson's long, blonde hair back behind him and ruffled the wings he had so neatly folded against his back. Reyson stopped walking and breathed in the scents the wind had carried to him. There is nothing like taking a walk when the sun is going down. He strolled down the forest path, losing himself in the beauty of nature. He had never been in this part of the forest before at sunset, and he felt the thrill of discovery take him.
Reyson felt his feet begin the ache and decided to take a breather. He positioned himself on a rock still warmed by the summer sun, leaning against a huge oak tree. He always took these after-dinner walks of his on foot, rather than by air. He felt more a part of the wonders that surrounded him if he walked, since he could actually feel the dirt under his soft leather boots and hear the twigs crack beneath him. Reyson leaned back against the tree and sighed, taking in more of the noises. Nearby, he could hear the rush of a waterfall and the murmuring of a small creek, his favorite sound in the world. Things were all right in the world.
Then, a new sound found Reyson's ears, drifting over the trees from the creek. It was a beautiful melody that Reyson had never heard before, but knew by heart. It was the heron love galdr. Reyson jumped to his feet, the pain forgotten. He could feel a change come over him. He could feel a desire, a desire for something which he had never really sought in many years of life - sex. He became hard and erect, the rather weak muscles in his body grew more toned, his mind fixed solely on the source of his desire. The beautiful female voice wrapped around his body and drew him closer. Reyson crept closer to the origin of the song, the crashing of the waterfall becoming louder and louder and the voice clearer and clearer. Finally, Reyson pushed aside a branch in front of his eyes and stopped dead in his tracks.
It was Leanne. She stood next to the waterfall, barely twenty feet from Reyson, completely naked, her back to him. Her damp wings were spread out wide, flapping the air gently to dry more quickly. Her manicured hands cupped together underneath the waterfall that was about twice her height, draining the water out onto her lovely, feminine body. Reyson quickly jumped behind some foliage, but couldn't help peering through the leaves at the beauty before him.
Reyson had never noticed how stunning and beautiful his sister was before. He had known that she was one of the most sought after women among any of the Laguz tribes, but he had never just stopped to look at her. But now, as she rotated under the gentle flow of the waterfall, Reyson took in every detail. Her long, blonde hair, which she had recently cut short, so it hung to her waist rather than her feet, was sleek and shiny from the water, glinting in the dying sunlight. Her vivid blue-green eyes sparkled with life and her full, rich lips were curled into a smile as she sang her love song. Her body was just the right size; not too fat, not to thin. Her breasts were lovely, perky half-globes that rolled deliciously in Leanne's hands as she massaged water onto them. Reyson could hardly stand himself when he saw how hard and erect her nipples were from the cold water. Her legs were long and creamy, and she had no visible tan-line anywhere on her body. She was perfect.
Reyson couldn't stop watching. His body was filled to the brim with sexual hunger, and he had barely enough self-control to keep himself from flinging off his clothes and joining Leanne under the waterfall. Even so, he hardly noticed when his hand drifted down into his robe, down to his crotch area. A small part of his mind knew that Leanne was definitely not singing to him, and was more likely expressing her love to Naesala, her husband of eight months, but the vast majority of his mind enjoyed believing the song was for him.
Without warning, Leanne got out from underneath the waterfall and sloshed through the knee-deep water to the rocks that bordered it. Reyson noticed rather belatedly that her clothes were lying barely six feet from his raging hard-on. Reyson tried to get himself to back away, to run before she noticed him, but failed. He could only sit helplessly as her gloriously nude form approached him, still singing the galdr of love. Luckily for Reyson, the sun was very low now, and he was hidden in shadow.
Leanne steeped out of the pool, tiny crystals of water dripping from her body. In the dying light, Reyson could see her pick a towel up from off the ground and dry herself, all the while still singing. When she finished, she let the towel fall to the ground as she picked a small razor blade. She ran it up and down her legs, making completely unnoticeable improvements to her body. Suddenly, she let out a final, trilling note in her song, and the Heron galdr of love ended.
Reyson blinked once, twice, and looked around. He could hardly remember what had happened since he had heard the song. As he glanced around, he glimpsed his sister through the leaves on the trees. He let out a faint gasp as his memories returned. He had been spying on his own sister... Reyson felt an intense feeling of self-disgust. He had to get out of there before she noticed him. Most of Reyson crept away silently into the growing darkness, but a small piece of his was left behind. His sister's galdr of love has stripped away a little portion of his mind, a little bit of inhibition that had kept him from trying to bang his sister for all those years. Though he didn't know it yet, she was fair game to him now.
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The next day, Reyson still ashamed with himself for what he had done, but most of the self-disgust had left him. He found himself thinking constantly about what he had seen the night before, and spent practically the entire day erect. He did his best to avoid Leanne in the hallways of the palace, but it was impossible to stay away from her altogether. When he was forced to be in the same room as sister, he couldn't keep his eyes off her, the shadowy part of his mind that controlled sexual urges superimposing an image of Leanne's naked figure on top of her pure white robes. When they had to talk to each other, however, Reyson couldn't even bring himself to look at her.
When sunset approached that evening, Reyson found himself making excuses so he could be alone that night, so he could take another walk down the path of forbidden fruit. He just couldn't rid himself of the desire to see his sister's perfect body one more time.
But it wasn't just one more time. Reyson continued to visit his unknowing sister at that small pool deep in the Serenes Forest, miles from the palace they shared, almost every night for weeks. Some nights he would come home incredibly aroused, unable to keep himself from stripping naked and touching himself in bed. Other nights, he would come home ashamed and disgraced, and would swear never to so much as look at his sister again. He would be able to contain himself for maybe a few nights at most, before her sister's beauty and the feelings that love galdr brought him drew him back again.
His sister continued to sing as she bathed underneath the waterfall. It would always be the same galdr of love, but different portions of it. Like all other heron galdrs, the love galdr was immensely long. Since it would take days to sing the entire song all at once, it was split into many smaller pieces, all of which sounded different but still projected the same feelings. These pieces are what Leanne would sing every night.
Reyson's nightly forays into the forest all went off without a hitch, with one exception. Leanne had been singing an exceptionally long melody that night, and was already dressed before she finished. Like every night before, Reyson noticed that his attraction to her began to fade when she finished singing, but the loss of attraction had lessened each night he had seen her. Instead of leaving immediately, like he normally did, that night Reyson had been distracted by the way her hair and skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, and the way the wind blew up her tantalizingly low cut night clothes. When he finally managed to drag himself away, he continued staring at the beauty over his shoulder instead of paying attention to where he was stepping. He had moved about ten feet when he tripped over a fallen branch with a loud crash. Leanne whirled around, maybe fast enough to see Reyson scramble behind a bush under the full and bright moon, maybe not. Reyson had crouched behind a bush just out of her sight for what felt like forever, not daring to make a move, until her finally heard the soft beating of Leanne's wings as she flew away. Reyson followed suit a few minutes later, his heart still beating as fast as a racehorse.
Leanne gave no hint in the days that followed that she saw Reyson or anyone else spying on her by the waterfall. Reyson continued too see his sister naked every night.
He was hooked.
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"Naesala, why?" Leanne's angelic voice, tinged with sadness, lifted above the courtyard where she stood, soaring up through a window into a walkway that looked over the courtyard, right into the ear of her brother.
"I'm sorry, love," replied Naesala's suave and charming voice. "But it's been almost a year since I left so I could live here with you. Kilvas needs a king, and I can't stay away forever. Besides, it will only be for a few weeks."
Reyson had been passing through the walkway when he heard the soft and gentle voice of his sister rise up from the courtyard, stopping him dead. This was not normal, not even in Reyson's advanced state of infatuation, but today there was something different about her tone. Usually Leanne spoke with a quiet politeness and deference, always the very image of a princess. But now... there was an edge to her voice that Reyson had never heard before, but it pleased him in ways he never new something as minor as inflection could. She only said two words, but the tone was so erotic and suggestive that he couldn't help but listen. Reyson realized then that he had never heard Leanne speak to Naesala alone before.
"A few weeks?" gasped Leanne. Reyson peered through the window beside him, careful not to let either of the lovers notice him.
Naesala pulled Leanne into his arms, and began to gently stroke her back. "I'm afraid so, love. Unless, of course, you come with me. But I know you don't want to leave the home you so recently re-won."
Leanne shook her head, and, though Reyson couldn't see her face, he knew her well enough to know that she was crying. She let out a choked sob.
"Shhh..." Naesala rested his chin on the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair soothingly. "It won't be that bad. It's only a month, and it's not like I'm going to war or anything. The only fights I'm going to be getting into are verbal duels." Naesala's face contorted into an exaggerated grimace and Leanne giggled a little through her tears.
"Wh-When will you leave?" Leanne stuttered, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.
"Next week," Naesala replied. "So we're going to have the remaining time we have left until then worthwhile.
Leanne looked up at him, a mischievous grin on her face, the red rims around her eyes doing little to lessen her attractiveness. "Shall we get started, then?" That tone was back.
Naesala chuckled briefly, a warm smile on his face. "I knew that would cheer you up. C'mon, let's go." He took her hand and led her into one of the buildings that rimmed the courtyard. Leanne's long, gold hair streamed out behind her, the little sun that filtered down through the fog reflecting off it. Reyson's breath caught in his throat. She was truly an angel.
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Naesala left six days later for Kilvas. It was the first time Leanne had been alone since she was married eight months before, so naturally she was upset. Every fiber in Reyson's being wished to comfort her, to hold her in his arms. An only slighter smaller part of him wanted to use the comfort he could giver her as a springboard to something much more intimate.
But the days passed, and Leanne got used to living by herself. She no longer cried and no longer needed comfort, so the haphazard attempt at a plan of action Reyson had put together to get into Leanne's bed fell to pieces.
Leanne's nightly routine did not change following Naesala's departure, so neither did Reyson's. What she did during her nights at the forest spring underneath the waterfall did change, however. Two weeks after Naesala had left, Reyson had taken his stroll to the waterfall, not taking in any of nature's beauty, not feeling the dirt beneath his boots, not hearing the snapping of twigs as he stepped on them. His entire being was under siege by Leanne's song and an image of her unclothed body, leaving no room for anything else. Reyson began to slow his pace as he heard the sweet melodies of the love galdr and the soothing rush of the waterfall intertwine in his ear. Reyson crept closer to the bush he always hid behind, beating his wings softly to lighten his footsteps. He had to be more careful now, since the days were getting longer as the summer ticked by, and now Leanne almost always left before the sun completely set. Reyson was careful, however, and she didn't notice a thing as he took his normal position among the foliage at the edge of the spring. Reyson settled down and got comfortable, and the evening promised to be no different than nay of the ones before.
That was, until Reyson heard Leanne's melodious voice falter in its song. Reyson jerked as if he was waken from a deep sleep. Leanne had never messed up her songs during the almost two months since Reyson had begun watching her. But now, after her tongue first slipped, she did it again, and again. She couldn't hold her notes for longer than a few seconds. Finally, Leanne stopped singing altogether.
She leaned back against the stone face behind her, a stressed look in her eyes. She lifted one of her hands up into the air, and Reyson could see it was shaking. Then she placed the shaking hand on her chest, before slowly letting it slide down over her breast. Reyson leaned in closer, becoming incredibly excited. Under the setting sun, he could see Leanne's fingertips brushing over her nipple, rubbing it gently. Her hand then slid down to the underside of her breast, wrapping her fingers around it and placing her thumb over the nipple. She began to squeeze it and rotate it on her chest, and her head fell backwards, her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly. Her gorgeous body tightened with pleasure. She brought her other hand into play, drawing it down beneath her waist to her hips. She slowly let it pass in between her legs.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Leanne dropped the hand pleasuring her breast to her side, and jerked the other one out to see the light of day. She sloshed through the water to where her clothes were laying and, without even bothering to dry herself off first, threw them on and flew away. The expression on her face as she left was one of deep self-disgust.
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They were by the waterfall. She was standing in the water fully clothed, staring at Reyson, a coy smile on her face. Reyson stepped into the knee-deep pool, gliding over to her. Her perky breasts were pushing through the fabric of her robe, begging Reyson to come and tend to them. His hands gave them their wish, coming up to grab their soft bodies. As Reyson's hands frolicked, Leanne leaned towards him, her sensual lips falling into his. They kissed and Reyson let one of his hands open up the front of his robe, exposing his erection to the girl in front of him. She opened her own robe, and Reyson smiled through their kiss. She was his now.
There was a soft knocking at the door. Reyson's eyes opened blearily, staring out the window next to his bed. The sun hadn't even begun to creep up into the sky yet. The knocking came again, more persistent this time. Reyson sat up and got out of bed, pulling on his robe. "Coming!" he called out and opened the door.
It was Leanne. Reyson nearly jumped out of his skin with shock, and quickly closed the door slightly to hide the erection he still had from his latest dream about her. She smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry to wake you up so early," she apologized, twisting a lock of her lovely, flower-scented hair on a finger. She was wearing her sleeping gown and her blonde hair was sleep-tousled, but she still managed to look elegant and classy. Not to mention beautiful. "But I need to ask you a favor."
"No problem," Reyson replied, struggling to keep his eyes from drifting downward. "What do you need?"
"This'll probably sound really idiotic, but I was wondering if you..." she blushed before continuing, "If you would watch the sunrise with me. I know it sounds stupid, and I really shouldn't have woken you up so early, it's just that I didn't want to sit through another sunset all alone."
It was such an innocent request, and so at odds with the dream he just had, that Reyson began to feel guilty. He had been hoping very much that she would ask him, no, beg him, to join her in her bed. Ever since he first saw his sister naked under the waterfall, his perception of her had changed drastically. "Of course I will," Reyson answered, giving a friendly smile.
A few minutes later, they were on their way. The entire way their, Reyson couldn't help but look sideways at his sister's unsupported breasts jumping a little with each of her steps underneath the low-cut sleeping gown. He was aware of how painfully obvious his erection was beneath his robe, and he prayed that Leanne wouldn't look down there.
They arrived at Leanne's sleeping chambers without incident. She unlocked the door and let Reyson in. Several torches were burning, bathing the room in a soft, orange glow. "Over here," Leanne told him, taking him by the hand and leading him over to a small loveseat staring through a large window that ran from the floor to the ceiling. The first tinges of pink were appearing on the horizon now, and Leanne sat down on the sofa, her wings folded behind her back, beckoning Reyson to come sit next to her. He sat on the far edge of the sofa, careful not to tempt himself by touching her soft, silky skin. His heart was still beating wildly from when she took his hand. He felt a tap at his shoulder and turned to look at the woman beside him. Leanne held up a bottle of expensive wine. "Want a drink?" she asked innocently, handing him a glass.
Reyson began to wonder if the woman was torturing him on purpose. "Sure thing," he replied, pouring himself some, hoping it would calm him down.
Neither of them spoke a word as the sun gradually made its way over the horizon. Reyson was content to just sit and watch, simultaneously hoping that the situation would and would not lead to something. His eye ran lazily from the beautiful forest view outside the window to his sister's legs. They were long and creamy, and as his gaze traveled up her thighs, it was greeted with an immensely exciting and frightening shock. The short night gown, which barely passed the middle of her thighs while sitting, was hitched up to her crotch. He could see the back of her right hand buried in between them, gently shifting up and down. He gaze flicked up to her face in disbelief, but she wasn't looking at him. In fact, the only sign she gave that her body even knew what was happening was a slight pink tinge in her cheeks.
Reyson tore his eyes away, back to the picturesque view of the Serenes Forest through the window. He had never been so sexually excited in his life. There was wine, there was a breath-takingly romantic view, and, of course, the woman of his dreams masturbating barely a foot away. He began to sweat, and his hands were clenched at his side. He poured himself another drink, hoping to soothe his nerves.
The sun was about half-way up when she spoke. "Thank you again, for coming here like this, so early in the morning," she said, giving him that heart-melting smile. Her hand was still at work. "Naesala and I watch the sunrise together every morning, and I guess I just got lonely."
"I-I understand," Reyson croaked, his voice cracking. "I'd be lonely too if my spouse needed to leave for a few weeks," he added, subconsciously hoping that referencing her husband would stop the madness. Just an hour earlier, he had been dreaming about making love with his sister. Now, when faced with the actual prospect of doing it, he felt more nervous than he had ever felt in his life.
Mentioning Naesala didn't work. "I'm glad I know you, Reyson," she said, shifting sideways so she was leaning on him and placing her arms around his own. "I love you."
"I-I love you too, Leanne..." Reyson didn't know what else to say, didn't know how he could keep her from going any farther without hurting her feelings. He wasn't even sure he wanted her to stop.
But she did. Soon the sun was shining brilliantly in the morning sky, flooding the Serenes Forest in light. Leanne's arms were still wrapped around Reyson's right one, her head still on his shoulder. Reyson waited nervously for her to do something, and when she didn't, gave a slight cough. Leanne looked up at him, smiling apologetically. "Oops, sorry Reyson," she giggled. "I forgot that you weren't Naesala." Reyson forced a laugh, and Leanne released his arm, but not before planting a kiss on his cheek. She smiled again. "Thanks for everything, Reyson."
When Reyson left Leanne's chambers a few minutes later, his cheek was searing as if touched with a hot coal where Leanne's lips had brushed him.
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Reyson watched the sunrise with Leanne every day for the rest of the week. These meetings became daily torture for him, filling him with sexual tension that he had no way to express. That's why he was initially reluctant when Leanne asked him for another favor.
"Reyson?" Leanne's soft voice brought Reyson to a standstill, turning him to her. She looked very uncomfortable. She was biting her lip and wringing her hands in front of her.
"Yeah, Leanne?"
"Um..." Leanne looked away, blushing. "Never mind, it's nothing." She was about to go when Reyson called back to her.
"What is it, Leanne? You know you can talk to me, whatever it is." She turned around, swallowing.
"Okay... I-I was wondering if you would... sleep with me... No, no, I didn't mean that!" she gasped, shaking her head hurriedly when she saw Reyson's shocked expression. She continued quickly, "I meant to ask if you would sleep next to me. It would so much easier for both of us if I didn't have to walk all the way to your chambers every morning and drag you back here to watch the sunrise. Also..." The red tinge in her face deepened. "My bed also feels really empty, since I'm alone..."
Reyson was touched by how innocent she was, asking such a question. He had overflowed with shock and excitement and nervousness and fear when she originally said 'sleep with me', but he should have known better. "Of course I will," he answered kindly. "What time should I come by?"
"We'll go together after desert is served tonight." She gave me her patented heart-melting smile. "Thank you so much, Reyson."
That night, they walked to Leanne's chamber together. They walked in silence, mainly because there was nothing to talk about. Nothing ever happened among the tiny population of bird Laguz that lived in the Serenes. When they arrived, she doused all of the torches, leaving the candles lit to give a little light. She let Reyson get changed in her dressing room first while she brushed her hair. Reyson couldn't help but breathe in the sensual scent of the perfume which clung to her clothes. He changed quickly and left the dressing room, climbing into her bed. A few minutes later, after changing into her very revealing night gown, she climbed in as well. Though it was too dark to see much, Reyson could feel himself becoming even more aroused beneath the sheets. He shifted to the very edge of the bed, forcing himself to keep his back to her. After listening to her sleep for an eternity, Reyson finally fell into the darkness of sleep.
Reyson woke a few hours later. He had rolled over in his sleep, and his opening eyes were greeted by the still-sleeping form of Leanne. He was about to close his eyes again when they widened again with shock. Leanne was sleeping on her side, facing Reyson. The blanket that covered them both came up to her waist, so the rest of her body was only covered by her nightgown. It wasn't doing a very good job. While she slept, the shoulder-strap had slid down her arm, exposing the right half of her chest. Her nipple winked at him under the candlelight, beckoning him closer. Reyson could feel his left hand stretching out, pulled by some hypnotic force. His fingers carefully closed around the soft half-globe, and began to massage it gently. The firm tissue melted under the pressure, stretching and squeezing under Reyson's direction. Reyson was leaning on his elbows now, unable to keep his hand away from his sister. His fingers pinched the soft pink nipple at the peak of the breast, gently tugging on it.
Suddenly, Leanne turned over in her sleep, rotating onto her back. Reyson dropped her breast, freezing up as watched it bounce gently on her chest. Under the flickering flame of the candle, Reyson could dimly see a faint tinge of red on her sister's cheeks and a slight smile on her lips, but no other sign that she might have awoken. Shaking with a combination of fear and exhilaration, Reyson forced himself to lie back down, turning away from her luscious breasts. Those breasts visited him in his dreams that night.
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A week and a half later, Leanne showed Reyson a letter she had just received from Naesala. It said that he would be returning to the forest the night after that, along with some new immigrants who had decided to migrate away from Kilvas. Leanne was beside herself with glee, throwing her arms around Reyson and pressing the lovely breasts that Reyson had fondled without her knowledge against his chest.
Reyson was also glad upon hearing the news, since it meant an end to the nightly torture he put himself through to make Leanne happy. He had spent every night since the first one in Leanne's bed under self-enforced celibacy, forbidding himself from even looking at the sleeping form next to him, all the while remembering and re-living their first night together. From there, he would undergo even more suffering as they shared drinks while watching the daylight creep out from the horizon, letting rest her head on his shoulder and wrap her arms around one of his own. Only then, after the sun had completely risen, could he excuse himself and leave her company, going back to his room where he could masturbate and envision all his sexual fantasies, each of which contained his own sister in the starring role. Reyson had already decided that, upon Naesala's arrival, he was going to go on his own trip, leaving all the shame and degradation he had faced here since the first night he had seen his sister bathing under the waterfall behind.
That night, after changing into his nightclothes and feeling Leanne slipping into her bed beside him and bracing himself for this final night of anguish, Reyson felt a tap at his shoulder. Reyson sighed noiselessly, knowing that he would not be able to banish the image of his sister lying next to him in bed from his head for the rest of the night, and rolled over onto his elbow to face her. He was right.
Leanne was kneeling on top of the covers of her bed, her knees spread apart. He could taste the scent of her perfume and shampoo in the air. Her golden hair fell down her body, framing her angelic face. In place of the normal, white nightgown she usually wore to sleep, she was wearing a very erotic black slip that night. Its shoulder straps ended at two triangular pieces of almost transparent fabric that covered each breast, showing a lovely amount of cleavage. The gown would have ended a few inches below the hip had she been standing, but because she was sitting, rose up above her hips, letting Reyson at his angle see everything underneath. She was wearing no panties.
Seeing Reyson's dazed stare, she smiled coyly, bending over towards him. Her lips stopped a bare three inches from Reyson's forehead, her breasts almost rolling out from behind the cups of her nightgown. Seeing no resistance, her lips ran kisses down his head, letting her tongue jab at Reyson's burning flesh, before ending at his mouth. Her tongue pushed through Reyson's stunned lips, exploring the inside of his mouth, caressing his tongue. Reyson finally awoke from his stupor, pulling his face away from Leanne's, backing away. "W-What are you doing?" he gasped, unable to keep his eyes from admiring her perfect body.
"Don't tell me you don't want it," Leanne whispered back, the oh-so sensual edge to her voice almost breaking his will. She began to crawl closer on her hands and knees. "I won't believe you,"
Reyson reached the brink of her bed and stopped dead, unable to force himself to get out, unable to irrevocably take away his chance at sleeping with Leanne. She crept closer and closer, slowly letting the straps of her black slip drift down her shoulders. "Leanne, don't..." Reyson pleaded, knowing his voice held no conviction. "I... I don't want you to..."
"I already told you, I don't believe you." Her perfectly manicured fingers reached out to him, coming down on his leg. He jerked away from her touch, sliding up the backboard of the bed, so he was sitting up. She gave him a flirtatious smile, and reached out again. His mind was powerless to keep his body's desire at bay anymore, and her hand successfully found his thigh. She caressed the skin there, slowly letting her body climb up his, her face approaching his again. Her hand reached under the folds of his robe, finding his massive erection. "And here is my proof," she murmured, her lips an inch away from his ear. She opened up his robe and his erection jumped out into her open palm. She began to slide her soft hand up and down its length.
Reyson could feel her hand on his penis and her breasts flattening against his chest, but he couldn't let himself give up. "Please, Leanne..." he gasped. "I don't want this. I-I'm your brother..."
The tips of her tongue kissed the inside of his ear, moistening it. The soft poetry of her words caressed his ear lovingly, making love to his mind. "We're you my brother when you were spying on me at the waterfall?" those words asked him. "We're you my brother when I woke up that first night to feel you touching my breasts?" She sensed the expression of shock and dismay on the face of her brother, continuing, "Yes, I know all about that. That one night where you tripped as you were leaving my waterfall, I saw you for the first time. The night after, I looked for you, wanting to know if you would try to see me again. You did. Knowing where to look, I saw you countless times after that." Her tongue penetrated his ear again, and the hand stroking his penis sped up. "At first, I was furious with you, but then I began to enjoy the attention. Then Naesala left, and I was all alone. Me and Naesala had made love almost every night we could for eight months, since we were married. Our honeymoon was our first time, and I loved it. Once I had a taste of the night life, I just couldn't stop."
Releasing Reyson's erection, she drew her hand up to her shoulders, pushing both straps down her arms, letting the nightgown fall off her breasts. Her hand then took Reyson's, bringing it up and pressing it against one of her soft and delectable tits. His grip was weak at first, but she pressed up closer to Reyson's body, forcing her breast into his hand. Her fingers returned to attend to Reyson's penis. "After Naesala left for Kilvas, I began abstaining from sex for the first time in months. I wasn't used to it. I began to feel incredibly aroused all the time, until finally, at the waterfall, I broke down. I began masturbating right in front of you, my own brother. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I was ashamed, and I forced myself to stop. But I couldn't stop for long. As soon as I made it to the privacy of this chamber, my will broke down again. I was desperate to stop the intense arousal and libido and nymphomania. All the servants are either women or men Nealuchi's age, and at first I thought I would have to wait weeks for my husband to return. Then I remembered you, and knew that you were perfect. I'm already very close to you and I also knew you were attracted to me. Not only that," she continued, smiling. "I also find you rather attractive as well. But I was still nervous about making a fool of myself by seeming too forward, so my plan was to be alone with you as much as possible and let you make the first move." Seeming to sense Reyson's impending orgasm, her hand froze, letting him cool down, enjoying Reyson's manipulation of her breast.
"When I first invited you to watch the sunrise with me and saw you erection, I knew I could do it, but you turned out to be more... willful than I imagined. Even after a started touching myself in front of you, you did nothing. I tried wearing you down by inviting you over and over again, but to no avail. Beginning to become desperate again, I finally invited you into my bed. At first I thought that my plan was failing when you refused to even look at me that night, but then I woke up in the middle of the night with someone touching my breast." Her face drifted sideways, her lips brushing against his, but her tongue remained in her mouth. "You don't know how much that pleased me. Finally, someone else was ending my torturous libido. I rolled onto my back, letting both of my breasts become available to you, hoping you would take advantage of me. But, I guess I scared you off or something, because you stopped. Every night since, I've waited for you. Finally, I decided to do it myself. Naesala's coming back tomorrow, but I've invested too much effort in you to stop now."
Her hand began to stroke Reyson expertly again, and Reyson's breath caught in his throat. "You knew..." he whispered. "You knew..." His grip on Leanne's breast tightened with anger directed towards himself.
"Yes," she whispered back, taking her hand back. She pulled off Reyson's robe completely, letting it drop to the ground beside the bed. She touched her moist lips to his neck, letting them run kisses down his whole body, all the way down to his erection. She kissed its head, licking it gently at first, before taking it into her mouth.
Reyson's head fell back against the headboard, his eyes closed. The whole time, all those nights and mornings suffering himself to not take advantage of his sister, his sister had wanted to be taken advantage of. A slight, humorless smile curled the corners of Reyson's mouth, totally unrelated to the pleasure building up in between his legs. All the wasted time. But now, now his sister was servicing him. Now, he could get what he had wanted for so long.
Reyson's breathing tightened as the warm humidity of Leanne's mouth coupled with her tongue built up all the bliss he felt until he thought he was going to explode. Reyson could tell that Leanne knew what she was doing. She would lick him and kiss him and suck on him until he was filled to bursting with pleasure, before releasing him, ignoring his penis for a few moments while she kissed and caressed other parts of his body. She kept doing this, switching between his organ and body, extending the sexual experience as long as possible, until, finally, she kept going and Reyson shared the first orgasm he ever had because of someone else with his sister. His muscles tightened, his wings, which were folded behind his back, struggled to stretch to their very limit, and his teeth grit together as the most basic and carnal of all happinesses flooded his body.
Leaving Reyson's penis behind, Leanne crawled back up Reyson's body, letting her breasts drag against him. She threw her arms around his neck, pushing her tongue into his mouth in a furious kiss. Reyson played an active role this time, letting his tongue play with hers, bringing his arms around her back, caressing her wings, which she let explode out behind her. Drawing back from his for a moment, she pulled the nightgown off, leaving her in her glorious nudity. Her body was shining like gold by the candles, her eyes sparkling diamonds, her breasts soft pearls. She pressed those pearls into Reyson's face, burying him in her animalistic sexuality. A lustful excitement grew in Reyson's chest and the love galdr Leanne had sung all those nights by the waterfall sprang unbidden into his mind. The song so matched his feelings of sexual curiosity and passion, and now he knew why it had drawn him to his sister that first night. He let her smother under the soft and firm pressure of her luscious breasts, letting his hands handle them with a combination of rough manipulation and gentle caressing. He ran his tongue over them, letting it wrap around her nipple, sucking on it. She moaned with pleasure, pressing her breast harder into his mouth, begging him to continue. His mouth worked on them greedily, and he could feel her nipples grow as hard as rocks. Her face was flushed a deep red, and she was gritting her teeth.
Her hand reached back behind her, finding Reyson's penis hard and erect again. She played with it for a bit, her hands frolicking around the organ. Then, she pushed him up the headboard, making his sit up straight. She let her breasts draw away from Reyson's mouth and straddled Reyson legs in front of his penis. She leaned forward again, pressing her cherry-red lips into Reyson's, drawing him into another kiss while her fingers wrapped around his penis. She lifted her hips into the air, and her back arched as she tried to keep her tongue in contact with Reyson's as she speared his erection in between her legs. Her hips dropped down like a stone, forcing Reyson into her perfect body. Both gasped with pleasure. Leanne lifted her hips up again, stopping just short enough to keep him from falling out, and then slammed down again. She began to pump faster and faster, her breasts bouncing like mad on her chest. Reyson grabbed the soft orbs, arching his back forward and tilting the breast up so he could bring his tongue to them. His senses were overloaded by the taste of the sweet, flowery perfume the clung to her skin like a mist combined with the salty and sensual taste of her sweat.
The air was filled with the moans and gasps that escaped Leanne's open mouth and the nasal grunts that came through Reyson's nose as his mouth worked on her tits. Reyson fingers tightened mercilessly around the middle of each one as he drew his mouth away, and he gently pushed her back onto the bed, careful not to let his erection come out of her body. He leaned over her, pinching her nipple with one hand and supporting himself with his other. He invaded his sister's mouth again his tongue caressing the dark reaches of her mouth. His hips rose up into the air a few inches, before slamming back down into hers. Her back arched with pleasure and pain, and she wrapped his arms around his neck for support as she fought his tongue with hers. He pounded her hips with his relentlessly, his erection coming in and out of her body. His hand shaped her breast with wanton desperation, flattening it against her chest, stretching it out, pulling on the nipple, squeezing it, forcing the ample skin to push through the gaps in his fingers.
Against all odds, however, Reyson reached his climax first. His hips stopped moving, his back arched, his wings stretching out as far as they could, his fingers a grip of steel on her breast. She let his release come out into her before flipping him over and slamming her hips down on his sensitive penis. He tried to jerk away instinctively, but she wouldn't let him, and she pounded him until she reached the zenith of her pleasure, falling off him onto his soft, pillowy wing. She let her head rest there, smiling contentedly, her breath coming in deep, silent gasps. Reyson's chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes closed with exhaustion. He had never done anything so tiring in all his pampered life. He could feel on of her wings curl over and tickle his chest as she flipped onto her stomach, letting her arm rest on him. Moments later, Reyson fell asleep with Leanne right behind, their sweat-covered, unclothed bodies lying entwined atop the covers of Leanne's bed.
From above, it was very easy to see the resemblance between the two.
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