One Sister's Hopes Another Sister's Desperation Replay

Fran stood over her step-sister as she started to strip off her lower armor. Fran knew Moira was right where she wanted her to be. So exhausted and horny that with the right words, Fran could bend Moira to her will and give John a grand army of loyal warriors. And he’ll reward me by placing me in charge of them! Fran’s mouth curled into a smile as she imagined Moira chained to her new throne in the Brighton Mansion where, with a snap of her fingers, Moira would crawl over to her and begin to eat out her pussy like her life depended on it.

“Damn you, Fran!” Moira mumbled as she freed her lower half from its metal protection, her chastity belt still securely locked on her, however. “Once I blow off this steam, You. Are. Dead!” growled Moira as she produced her key to the belt and quickly unlocked it. With her nether regions now free, Moira tossed the belt aside as she slid down her panties to free her aching pussy.

“Ah, ah, ah,” said Fran as her hand swooped down to cup Moira’s sacred loins, which caused Moira to thrust her hips a little bit at the sudden touch.

“W-what are you doing?!” Moira said between ragged breaths as her lust reached peak levels now that she had now clothes on her lower half.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m denying you your orgasm!” Fran said as she stared directly into Moira’s eyes. Moira stared right back at her, a mix of anger, lust, and frustration clear in her eyes.

“Why?!” cried out Moira, her lust palpable in her voice.

“Simple, really. I want you to swear your undying loyalty to me once John finishes off our dear old dad,” Fran told her step-sister.

“What?! Never!” she said as she reached down to pry Fran’s hand off her pussy. Fran, however, flipped around to be on top of Moira. The palm of her hand dug into Moira’s clit, which caused the young Warden to let out a loud moan until her face was buried beneath Fran’s own pussy.

“Come on, Moira, lick it like you used to!” Fran commanded as she rubbed her pussy back and forth against Moira’s face. Moira’s nose tickled her clit and slit every time her nether region slid across Moira.

“Mflkjfk!” was all Moira could say as Fran’s pussy prevented her from speaking normally.

“Come on, you stubborn girl! Just start licking my slit so I know you agree to my terms! After that I’ll make sure you never get this backed up with lust as my faithful attack Warden!” Fran told Moira as she slowly ground her palm against Moira’s clit, which caused the lustful Warden to moan into Fran’s pussy.

“Mfffffpfh!” Moira cried as she slapped Fran’s thighs. Fran, in retaliation, decided to squeeze her thighs together around Moira’s face, which dug her pussy further into Moira’s helpless face.

“Come on! Just lick it like you used to! I know how much you loved it when I played with your pussy! You’re the only one, dear Moira, who can hit just the right spots with that fantastic tongue of yours!” suggested Fran as she continued to grind her pussy against Moira’s face.

Moira shook her head from side to side to indicate her feelings on Fran’s proposition. Instead of upsetting Fran Moira actually rubbed all along her assaulter’s pussy, which caused Fran’s wetting pussy to spread its juices all over her face. Fran shuddered as the pleasure ran up her spine from Moira’s movements.

“Mmmm, thank you for that, my dear,” Fran said as she now had her fingers trace along Moira’s outer lips. “Did you know that I am actually the Grand Inquisitor of this kingdom’s religion?” Fran asked as she squeezed Moira’s super sensitive clit. Moira responded with a moan into Fran’s dripping pussy. “I was...inaugurated by the High Priestess in a rather unique fashion, I was blessed with new, unique magic for a special form of interrogation. I’ve been practicing on a prisoner John had but we let her go back to her family before you all invaded. Shame too, I was thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis close to breaking her, I think. Ah well, I can continue on you. Now behold my first new technique: Lust Crest!” Fran said as she once again cupped Moira’s sex in her hand, which now glowed pink.

After a second or two, Moira felt a strong heat on her sex that caused her to involuntary shake her entire body from the immense amount of pleasure that ripped through her body. She could now feel a pulse every few seconds on her pussy. It was low pulse, but still had a pleasurable effect on her, almost as if someone had put a low power vibe on her pussy and clit.

“Mfffpht!” Moira said in an attempt to communicate with her step-sister.

“Oh, I bet you just asked ‘Dear sister, what did you do to me? Why do I feel this pulse of pleasure?!’ Well that’s easy to answer: many of my questioning magic has been altered to deal pleasure instead of pain. Turns out orgasm denial is a really good way to make someone talk or do what you say!” Fran said in a rather upbeat tone. “And I can even control the intensity, see?” she said as she snapped her fingers. The moment Moira heard that snap, a sudden rush of overwhelming pleasure tore through her body. Moira began to buck and trash from the sheer amount of sexual bliss that she felt. Moira struggled to orgasm but she never seemed to be able to reach the peak to push her over.

“Oh, I bet you are also thinking to yourself ‘I don’t get it! All this pleasure flowing through my body but I can’t orgasm!’ Well the answer is simple, my crest lets me control your orgasms. So, tell me Moira, how long do you think you can last at max level without an orgasm?” Fran asked as she rubbed her own pussy against Moira’s face as she shook her head.

Moira was **** to not give into Fran’s demands even if she knew the release would be her best orgasm ever. Moira, however, knew she could not give Fran control of the Order since that would just give control over to John. Moira would not allow the Order to fall into the hands of a heretic who is trying to kill her father! There was no way of that happening, even if her loins burned unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her whole body screamed for release, but her step-sister’s new sex **** magic seemed to prevent that. At least Fran was kind enough to give her small gaps between rubbing her pussy all over Moira’s face some chances to breath.

“What? Still fighting against all this pleasure?” Fran asked as she watched Moira squirm below her. “You always were a stubborn one. Ah well, I’m sure this’ll change your tune,” Fran said as her hands slowly made their way across Moira’s breastplate until her hands were resting on where Moira’s shielded breasts were located. “Wanna know a neat trick? This magic works through most clothes and armor. Lust Crest!” Fran announced as Moira felt the same burning sensation on both breasts.

Moira couldn’t help but do a sharp intake of air, which felt amazing on Fran’s pussy. Moira could feel her nipples instantly harden and rub against her shirt. The pleasure felt outstanding. Moira’s senses were flooded with an overwhelming lust. Moira slowly began to forget all about her duties as her mind switched to only wanting one thing: release. Fran’s dripping pussy on her face became more and more appetizing as the young Warden’s mind was broken by the lustful feelings that now permeated her entirety. Moira’s tongue slowly snaked its way out of her mouth and hovered near Fran’s dripping lips. She knew she shouldn’t but Moira needed this release badly and would give up anything and everything for it. Moira’s tongue slid across Fran’s pussy which sent a shock through the Inquisitor.

“Mmm. I’m glad you finally agreed. I suppose I should let you orgasm, yes?” Fran said as she rubbed her pussy into Moira’s face as the Warden lapped away at the juices flowing out of Fran’s snatch. “Lust Release!” Fran said as the three crests exploded in light as Moira’s entire body violently shook as the most powerful orgasm in Moira’s life racked through her body. The yells from Moria vibrated against Fran’s pussy and gave her her own orgasm, coating Moira in her juices.

Fran moved off of Moira and collapsed next to her step-sister to see that Moira had passed out. Fran couldn’t help but chuckle at the site of her sister coated in her pussy juices while the ground beneath here was watered with Moira’s own juices.

“Ah, glad you finally agreed, Moira. Once John disposes of your father, we’ll have a nice long talk about your new place in my organization,” Fran said with a smile on her face as she closed her eyes.

“ARGH!!!” The cry ran out across the battlefield. Fran sat up at the cry of a warrior being wounded. She looked around and saw the site she feared the most, Lord Brighton standing over John Newman with his blade clearly going through him.

“No...it can’t be...” Fran said in complete shock. “His power...he should have been able to win...” Fran’s mind raced with what to do, how to fix this for herself. However, before she could think of a plan, a sharp pain to her head quickly came before blackness engulfed her.

“Looks like my father got the job done after all,” Moira said between deep breaths as she attempted to gain control over her body again.