Chapter 15: Fault (2) (18+)

With a final, ravenous smile playing on her lips, Nora leaned in slowly.

Her tongue hovered near the sensitive head of my dick as she whispered huskily, “Now, brother... let me show you exactly how long I’ve desired you.”

She drew closer to it. Slowly, her tongue flicked forward, teasing the very tip of my throbbing cock.

Her tongue circled and teased, as her words mingled with the rhythm of her suckles.

“Mmm~ you’ve been mine, brother,” she murmured, her voice dripping with a low, sultry satisfaction.

A soft, wet pluck escaped her lips, like she was savoring the taste of her words.

“Every night, every breath,” she continued, her tone a mix of hunger and triumph, “I’ve always been… mmm~ doing my best to… -to cleanse those remnants.”

Another faint click of her tongue, a deliberate, teasing pause, as if she were drawing something in, savoring it.

“And now… you’re finally here for me.” The words were punctuated by a slow, deliberate exhale, the sound almost obscenely intimate, familiar.

She lifted her body as she began to take off her clothes, piece by piece.

Her fingers moved with a grace that seemed almost practiced, as if she had performed this dance countless times before in her mind.

Each button slipped free, revealing a sliver of skin more pale than moonlight, more enticing than the other.

Her hands slid down the curve of her waist, her hips rolling with an instinctual, seductive sway that sent my heart racing.

She hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties and began to lower them, her movements slow, scandalous.

Then she drew closer, her bare skin brushing against my legs as she drew closer. The scent of her juices filled the area, overwhelming my nose.

She leaned in, letting her panties drop onto my face. The soft fabric clung to my nose and mouth, muffling my face with the heady, musky tang of her arousal.

Then the girl I thought I knew, got up momentarily, relieving me of the pressure.

And with a fierce, commanding thrust, she planted her dripping pussy right against my face, smothering me in her heat and forcing me to inhale a much stronger, intense scent of her desire than before.

She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my mouth and nose. Still locked in this dark, decadent dance, Nora’s hand slid down to capture my throbbing cock.

She pulled closer, and closer, her fingers caressing and teasing as she spoke. "I've craved every inch of you, brother."

Her words dripped with euphoria as she slowly, tantalizingly took my dick into her mouth, her tongue wrestling in a maddening pleasure that broke my mind.

Her thighs clamped down around my face, silencing any protest as she began to fuck my mouth with a rhythm that grew more demanding with every passing second.

Her pussy, slick, hot, smothered me in a scent that was both terrifying and thrilling. Every moan, every gasp she made reverberated through me.

The moments stretched, until the tension reached its end point.

Nora’s grip on my hips tightened, her legs pulling my face closer to her as she ground herself against me, her hips pumping faster, the wet slap of our abdomen against face echoing with each thrust she made.

Her breath grew ragged, her movements more erratic, and I could feel her approaching the edge.

Her nails dug into my legs, a silent demand for more, and I gave it to her. My tongue delving deeper, my mouth moving in rhythm with her own.

Then, she let out a keening wail that pierced the silence "Ahh~ brother!", her body convulsing as she came.

The intensity of her climax sent shockwaves through me, my cock pulsing in her mouth in response.

Her legs quivered, and she slowly pulled away, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She looked down at me, a smug smile playing on her lips, savouring the taste of my release on her tongue.

Her hand remained wrapped around my throbbing length, stroking me gently as she stepped back, panting heavily.

“Mm, that was... delightful,” Nora murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

“But it's only a sample of what I truly crave.” The grip around my cock tightened, and she began to pump it more vigorously, watching me with an almost terrifying hunger.

Her speech became slowed, timed. “You see, brother..." she said, her breaths coming out in short gasps, “-now that I've had a taste, I want all of you. Every part of you.”

Her words grew more intense, the heat in her eyes burning into my soul.

“I want your seed to fill me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, "I want to feel your life grow inside me.”

The thought of her, my own sister, bearing my children filled me with a mix of horror and a strange, twisted jolt that I couldn't comprehend.

“Our children will be beautiful,” she continued, her voice rising in pitch. Nora's hand didn't stop moving on my cock, her grip tightening with every word she spoke.

“And you'll watch me swell with your child, feel it kick and move inside me.”

Her smile grew wider, twisted, foul. Like a crushing weight of hopelessness. “You'll be there when I give birth, Markus, and together, we'll raise them as one family.”

I despaired with each syllable of her words, like a knife twisting in my gut.

“You'll see, brother,” she cooed, her voice growing more ecstatic by the second, “our love will make everything better. We'll be- we'll be forever linked by our children.”

Her hand on my cock grew firmer, her eyes never leaving mine as she spoke of a future, she licked her lips as if she was tasting the distress in my eyes.

“You'll watch me with our baby,” she whispered, her breath warm and moist, “You'll see the love in our child's eyes and know that we were meant to be.”

Panic surged through me, a desperate, dire need to escape this twisted reality. I started to thrash harder, my body fighting against the invisible chains that held me down.

“Aww, I know you’re excited but being too eager isn’t good for you.” she spoke in her lustful haze, taking my struggle as a sign of my excitement.

With sharp movements she straddled me, her legs on either side of my hips, her pussy wet and eager as it hovered over my cock.

She leaned down, her big breasts brushing against my chest, her moth wings fluttering behind her.

“Don't fight it,” she breathed her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to coil around my mind.

But I had to try. With a burst of desperate strength, I managed to shrug off the slogging feeling that controlled me and gasped, with every ounce I could put into my words.

“Nora, please... don't do this.”

She simply smirked, leaning in and she kissed my cheek. Her pillowy lips, filled with an endearment so intense it was suffocating.

Her breath tickled my ear as she whispered, “I love you,” and I could feel her love wrapping around me like a noose, tightening with every beat of her heart.

Her hand left my cock, and she reached down to position herself over me. And with an almost violent motion...

She impaled herself on me.

The suddenness of it made me cry out. I could feel her tight, hot walls stretching around me, a sensation that gnawed at me.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip, a gasp of pain escaping her. I saw a crimson blossom open between her legs as she continued, her virginity lost to the intrusion of my cock.

The sight was both depraved and disturbing. Her body trembled around me, and she took a moment to adjust, her breaths coming in sharp, shallow bursts.

Then… she gradually got used to it, the idea of it, the reality of it, and the more she did, the more it seemed to fuel her. Her breaths grew heavier, her movements more measured, gaining purchase to my release.

Nora's voice dropped, like a low murmur, each word curling around me like a snake. "Mhm~ you’re perfect,” she whispered. “So warm, so lovely… beneath me like this. Ahh, just like I’ve always imagined.

“A-ahh~ you don’t have to fight it,” she cooed, pressing closer. “I know you feel it too. That pull, that need. We belong together.”

Her hips started to rock, back and forth, like a machine for milking. Grinding against me in a slow, mechanical rhythm.

With each movement, she took more and more of my length, inch by inch, until she was fully seated on top of me, buried into her wet folds.

I gasped, but no sound came out. My voice… my breath… everything was trapped inside me, suffocated by the sickly feeling of pleasure.

My arms trembled, straining against her hold, but no matter how hard I fought, I couldn’t move her.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.

Her grip tightened, embedding into my back. “Mhm. Don’t ruin this,” she said, her voice almost pleading, almost desperate, dripping with thirst. “I need this more than ever now, Markus.”

Her hands curled around the back of my neck, holding me in place. “Ahhn~ J-just let it happen. Ah, stop… resisting.” Her words fragmented, with the intensity of pleasure, her hips moving back and forth faster and faster.

The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the quiet of the woods, interrupted only by her gasps and the rustle of leaves beneath us.

Her breasts bounced with each bounce of her hips, the moonlight casting strange shadows across her light skin.

Her movements grew faster, more demanding. She was practically slamming her hips onto my dick, jack hammering it.

Her nails digging into my chest as she used my body for her own pleasure.

I felt it… felt the growing release beneath.

“That's it,” she urged, her voice a seductive hiss. “Let go for me, brother. Give me everything.”

Her pace grew frenzied, the friction of her pussy against my cock a blend of pain and pleasure that sent tremors across my body, eating away at it in its entirety.

Her wings fluttered faster, creating a breeze that chilled the sweat on my skin and sent leaves dancing around us.

The pressure inside me grew, a dam ready to burst. My eyes tearing, as I tried to resist, tried to hold it in.

But she didn’t care, lost in her own delirium, her eyes rolled back in her head as she chased her peak.

Her pussy tightened around me, each spasm a silent demand for my release. Her nails dug deeper into my chest, drawing blood, but the pain was distant, drowned out by the fire between my legs.

She leaned down, her eyes snapping to mine, a wild grin spreading across her face.

“Cum for me,” she ordered.

Her hips moved faster, her pussy squeezing me in a vice-like grip that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I could feel the dam breaking, my body betraying me.

"N-Nora," I managed to gasp out.

With a final, desperate effort to stop...

I released. My cock trembled. Spurting. Like a breaking dam. My hot cum flooding into her waiting depths.

She threw her head back, a wild cry of conquest escaping her throat as she felt the warmth of my seed fill her up. Her body convulsed around me, her own orgasm crashing over her like a storm.

For a moment, she stayed there, panting and shivering, her wings fluttering erratically before settling around us.

Then, with a satisfied smile, she leaned down, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

She forced her tongue inside, making sure to taste every drop of the fear and horror that coated it.

Her hips continued to move, like she was trying to milk every drop, swaying back and forth ensuring none of it escaped from her womb. A content sigh escaped her lips, as her kiss drew deeper.

A cold wave of dread crashed over me, my mind coming to terms into a thought so vile, something I had never conceived to think of.

Children. My children. Our… ch..ildren…

The world fractured.

Nora’s warmth, her weight, her breath against my skin, it was too much, too real. But it couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.

This wasn’t happening.

I tried to move, tried to fight, but my body didn’t listen. My limbs were lead, my throat locked tight, no words, no breath, nothing.

And then the thought came.

What if it had already happened?

A vision slammed into me, grotesque in its clarity. Nora’s body changed, rounded, swollen with… with-

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no-

The air turned rancid. My skin crawled, my stomach twisted so violently I thought I’d be sick. This wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

But what if it was?

I ruined Nora. I ruined Yuki.

And then a smile tugged at my lips.

I had never been their salvation. I was their downfall, their sickness, the thing that rotted them from the inside out.

I saw it now, clearer than ever.

I was the parasite.

I had dug in too deep, embedded myself in their flesh, their minds. Twisting. Warping. Devouring.

And they- Nora, Yuki… they were just victims.

Victims of me.

A shuddering breath rasped past my lips. The world tilted, sickeningly slow, as something inside me finally snapped.

There was no escaping this. No undoing it. No breaking free.

But there was atonement.

I would take care of them. I would stay by their side. Because I had to.

Because I owed them that much.

And until I found a way to fix them. Until I found a way to cure them of me-

I would never leave.

~/~#*~

I woke with a sharp inhale, the fragments of a nightmare still lingering at the edges of my mind. It was already slipping away, its details lost in the haze of sleep.

It was something- something awful, something dark, something that made me want to puke right then.

Then I noticed, the warmth pressed against me.

Nora.

She was still holding me, arms wrapped around my torso, her breathing slow and steady against my chest.

I stared at the ceiling, willing my heartbeat to slow. It was just a dream. A bad one, sure, but nothing more than that. I couldn’t let it pull me down.

Carefully, I peeled her arms off me and slipped out of bed. The floor was cold under my feet as I went through my morning routine.

Brushing my teeth, washing my face, trying to shake off the strange heaviness still clinging to me.

By the time I made it to the breakfast table, the scent of food had settled in the air.

Nora sat across from me, idly stirring her spoon through her bowl. She glanced up as I sat down, smiling softly.

“How about brother and I head out today?” she suggested, her voice light.

I blinked. That was… random.

Before I could answer, our mother spoke up from the other side of the table.

“Didn’t you two just go out yesterday?” Cassandra asked, her tone casual, but something about it made me pause.

Nora didn’t respond.

I looked at her, waiting for some kind of explanation, but she just smiled, her gaze flicking toward me with a strange glint in her eyes.

My brow furrowed. I didn’t remember going anywhere yesterday.

Before I could dwell on it, Nora hopped up from her seat and grabbed my wrist, tugging me along with a giddy grin.

“Come on, brother,” she said, almost sing-song. “Let’s get moving.”

I hesitated but let her lead me. Something about this felt… off. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.