Even in the Capital, Orias couldn’t keep his eyes off of his sister’s boobs. Specifically when she was naked and lying on the bed. The notepad and pencil were on her stomach and her ruby eyes stared at the ceiling.
The smell of lavender incense filled the room and the candle light made her skin look golden.
“What is my wife thinking of?” He teased.
He rose from the chair and crossed the carpet to her. His fingers caressed her adorable feet.
She pouted and kicked him lightly.
“I’m ticklish, brother. Stop that.” She whined.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he ran his hand up her smooth calves, feeling the warmth of her skin.
Bella shivered under his touch, her toes curling.
“So what were you thinking of?” He asked again, his hand moving to her thighs.
Sitting up, she placed the notepad on the bedside table and turned to face him. A dimple appeared on her cheek as she smiled. Her hair fell around her shoulders.
“A wedding.”
His hand froze, his eyes widening.
Oh boy, his sweet sister was thinking of their wedding? He never really thought about it, especially not in this fucked up world they lived in. Poverty and monsters were not particularly romantic settings for a wedding.
“Ours? Or someone else’s?” He asked, trying to hide his nervousness.
Bella laughed and patted the bed next to her. He moved up and laid down, his head on her lap. Her fingers played with his dark hair.
“Obviously ours. But the only guests would be Charles and Mom,” she chuckled, “We don’t really have any friends to invite.”
He smiled. She was right, they didn’t have any friends. The two of them were always together, and the only other person they cared about was their mom.
“Are you telling me to make friends, sister?” He asked, looking up from her lap.
She shook her head. “No, just a thought I had. What if we ran away? To some foreign kingdom. Take on the identity of a merchant and live quietly somewhere with no king or succession.”
Orias sighed. That was a nice dream, but he knew it was impossible. They were the children of the King, and no matter where they ran, their blood would always be a target.
The bed squeaked as he sat up and kissed her lips. They were soft and warm, just like the rest of her. Then he squeezed her lips with his fingers, making it look like a fish.
“Fish mouth.” He giggled.
She glared at him and slapped his hand away. Before she could retaliate, he kissed her again and pushed her down on the bed. His body pressed against hers.
Their tongues intertwined, and the taste of wine still lingered on his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, he left a trail of kisses on her neck, making her gasp.
“Are we going to have sex in the capital? In the king’s palace?” She asked, her voice husky.
He lifted his head and gave her a playful look. “What’s wrong, Bella? Do you want to do it somewhere else? Maybe on the throne?”
Her eyes lit up but then she shook her head. “No, not the throne. Too cliché.”
“Then where do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered, his hand moving down, past her navel, and to her wet folds.
Her breath hitched as he rubbed her clit.
“Here?” He asked, kissing her lips.
She nodded eagerly. A candle flickered in the background as he slipped a finger inside her.
“Nghn~ brother...” she moaned, her back arching.
He moved his finger in and out of her, feeling her heat and wetness.
“Are you my good little sister?” He asked, his voice low.
“I’m older than you,” she gasped, her eyes closing.
Pushing her down to the bed, he removed his finger and licked it clean. The familiar taste of her juices on his tongue made him hard.
“You’re still my little sister.” He said, “Turn around.”
Isabella obeyed and turned over on the bed, her ass in the air. Two soft cheeks were presented before him, and he couldn’t help but slap them, watching them jiggle.
“Ow, brother. I’m not a piece of meat.” She complained, turning her head to glare at him.
Orias laughed and rubbed the red mark he left on her ass. The moonlight shone through the window, illuminating her curves.
He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, his hands massaging her breasts as his member rubbed against her wet folds.
“Ready?” He asked, his breath hot on her skin.
She nodded and held onto the pillow.
Grabbing his cock, he aligned it with her entrance and pushed in slowly. The sensation of her tight heat wrapping around him made him groan. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust to his size.
“By now you should be accustomed to my size, sis.” He chuckled.
She pushed her hips back, taking him deeper.
Wet noises filled the room as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Her moans were muffled by the pillow, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and clear.
The bed creaked with each thrust, and the candles flickered.
His pace quickened, his hands gripping her hips tightly. His eyes were glued to the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, his balls slapping against her ass.
“Ngh~ Ori~” She moaned, her body trembling.
He felt her walls clench around him and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his own release. Pushing her down on the bed, he pinned her under him and fucked her harder.
Her muffled moans turned into screams of pleasure. The walls of her core squeezed him tightly, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Bella, I’m cumming!” He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic.
She nodded, her face buried in the pillow.
With a final thrust, he came inside her, his hot seed filling her womb. They both panted heavily before he pulled out and collapsed next to her.
Turning to face him, she kissed his cheek and snuggled close. The heat of their bodies warmed the bed.
He looked at the moon outside the window, his mind lost in thought.
“Bella, can you imagine a world where buildings touch the clouds?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the night sky.
She opened her eyes and followed his gaze. “Like the stars?”
He shook his head. “No, not stars. Just tall buildings.”
A hum came from her throat and she thought for a moment.
“Maybe one day you’ll show me such a world, brother,” she said, sniffing him.
Orias chuckled and pulled her closer. He would like that, to show her a different world, a better one.
“Also, on the topic of babies... your womb tattoo is glowing.” She murmured, her eyes closing.
His eyes widened and he looked down at his abdomen. A faint light was emanating from the tattoo below his stomach.
He stared at it for a few seconds before it faded. The prince sighed in disappointment. What the fuck is his blessing even supposed to do? He knew it had something to do with the womb and babies but he still had no idea how it worked.
Was he going to get pregnant? How did that even work? He had no idea.
Closing his eyes, he decided to worry about it back home. Though the tattoo had never glowed before tonight, and he had cummed inside her a few times already.