The Vipers' Nest

That same morning, at Dorian's Keep...

Soon, the world would belong to them.

Isolde was a beautiful and comely woman. Many men had lusted for her body and fought for her hand with words and swords, but she never responded or even considered their ambitions. She had always had eyes for but one man, the greatest of them, the strongest of them: her one and only brother. Never had she felt more beautiful, nor more comely than when her big and strong brother pounded her into oblivion on the bed that once was her father's.

"Harder" She whispered in Dorian's ears, as he kept ramming his glory stick deep inside her, using her like a mere sleeve for his cock. His balls slamming against her butt with a hard and wet sound. Her brother was a soldier, a scion of war and battle, and so she fucked her in a military fashion: mercilessly, relentlessly, spreading her legs with a strong hand and taking no prisoners. His own legs moved under a strict and percussive rhythm, a soldier's march to claim dominion over her cunt, ramming her with his cock as an actual ram would hit the gate of a castle.

"You are specially wet this morning." Said he with his harsh voice. Their heads were close enough for a kiss, eyes piercing into each other, their raven manes blending with each other. Their bodies becoming one through passion.

"I'm always wet for you... brother." She had always loved to say that word. It remembered her how forbidden and taboo their lust was. How true was their love. It always worked for him too, as he started to fuck her harder, melting their bodies in a sweaty mess of limbs and torsos.

"I have tasted all manner of cunts, from peasant girls to noblewomen, from the barbaric northerners to the sun-kissed sea people... and yours is still the tightest, dear sister." He loved to tease her with all his romantic conquests, both the ones he had achieved and the ones he had just taken. He loved to see the jealous rage that shined deep in her eyes. She nailed her nails deep in her brother's back and drew a trace of blood.

"Am I not the most beautiful, brother?" She hissed with her red lips.

"Ummm... you are good, I guess." He teased.

Her nails dig deeper.

"Just good? ...Is this wet cunt you enjoy just good?"

"It does not matter" Said Dorian, defying her sister's anger as he defiled her interiors. "Is still mine." He plunged deeper into her and pulled her hair harshly. "I could beat you like a dog and throw you into a dungeon to rot and wither and you would still long for me."

"Is that what you believe?"

"That is what I know." They closed their eyes as they kissed with bloody lips. No one in the whole kingdom of Numantia would dare to speak like that to princess Isolde. Outside of the walls of this very room she was feared, respected and revered. Known to be King's Dorian left hand, a silkier and subtler hand, but not less cruel or lethal. United, the two siblings had conquered and subdued most of the lesser kingdoms, baronies and dukedoms around Numantia by his sword and her cunning. But inside this very room she was but a puppy, a set of holes to be filled and **** to give pleasure. She wanted to prove this to him, to make him remember that she was the one, her truest, not that idiotic child that he was going to marry. She had concocted the poison that took their father's life and schemed the plot that denied their mother's claim of succession. She had given him a kingdom, and she would do anything else, just anything.

They had argued for days about the matter. Her brave Dorian had finally conquered that old joke of a kingdom that was Illiria, but instead of putting them all to the sword, as it was in his nature to do, he had chosen to execute just the king and his sons and take the hand of the young Karla. It was a smarter move and one she would had approved as logical if it didn't involve him and the wonderful cock that was stuffing her. Marrying the princess would bring legitimacy to his conquest, and make his expansion legal and undeniable by neighbouring kingdoms, but she couldn't bear it. For days and days she had been listened to tales and descriptions of this Karla: about her fair skin, her long auburn mane, her slim and proportionate body, her righteous will and her virginal beauty. My brother does not love virgins! He loves whores! He loves ME! A visiting bard had been singing praises and songs about the soon-to-be-queen's beauty, in preparation for her arrival. Isolde had ordered for his head to be mounted on a spike, and now it was but a rotten pulp that could be seen from her window.

"Are you still jealous, my little minx?" He teased again. She just grunted for an answer. "Oh I have plans for the dull princess... great plans indeed. I was hoping to bring her here to this very bed, this very night. I won't led the servants clean the mess you are making, no. I will **** her to smell it and make her know that it is yours, that she will never sleep in a bed that smells just like her." He slapped her sister's ass loudly, making her moan and tremble. "Does THAT satisfy you? I may even let you watch..."

She was not satisfied, not even close, but she kissed him nonetheless. She needed her strong brother's lips. She could feel his orgasm getting closer. Soon she would be filled... for a while. "Say that you love me." She commanded.

"Of course I do." He said with a smile.

"Say it."

He made but a sly grin. "Take my cum... my love." He cummed long and dense gushes, his cock trembling and convulsing as did the rest of him, their bodies falling into each other as they moaned the same song. She hatted and loved him at that very moment. That whore of Karla would not take him away from me, no matter how young and beautiful she is. He is mine, and mine alone! She knew she should get angrier at him, and express that rage to his lover and brother...

Instead, she got on all fours and spread her buttocks to expose her tiny pucker. It was that hole's turn now.

Hi, this little incestual addition was loosely inspired by one of the branches in Juggernorth's The Captive Prince. I recommend you check it out, because you have already proven to like weird and depraved smut by getting this deep into this mess of a story. We will have a weeding in the next episode!, isn't it wonderful? And I have very juicy and creamy plans for it, now that Lunnara is actually getting closer and closer to an actual seat of power and that her little harem keeps growing... but of course, since this will be a sort of climatic and beautiful moment I would love to hear your suggestions and requests for it, which I will presume involve a lot of fucking, you pervs. Don't worry, it would span multiple episodes, so we will have time for a lot of things.

Hope you are all doing fine.