Amelia's secret obsession

For a time, you both remain silent: your only sound is your heavy and uncontrolled breathing, hers is the up and down movement of her hand over your length, squishy and sloppy. Lady Amelia's breathing does not share your intensity, but you feel each exhalation directly over your glands and her eyes pierce through yours with its dark green. In that intense silence, you realise that your respiration is now synchronised, you both breath as one, equally horny, and her hand pumps you at the same rhythm of your very hearth. A moan breaks the silence, but to your own surprise, it's not yours.

"God, you smell so good." She says. A hint of desperation breaks her harsh and uncaring facade for the tiniest of moments. Her head lowers over your crotch once more, smashing her own nose against your shaft, and she sniffs you again, a long, loud and deep sniff. Her eyes are a little watery and her mouth dribbles. "It smells like... like rancid food, eaten by rats in a sewer..." She licks her own lips, looking intensely at your cock, like it was a delicacy. "This... this is the smell of a lowborn." She pronounces that word as if it was something forbidden and dirty, the most unthinkable taboo. "This is what my mother has kept away from me since my birth..." Her tongue pokes shyly against your frenulum. "I get it now, mommy... it is so addictive."

She jerks you off with shaking hands, her cool demeanour breaking before her obsession. She lowers her head now, taking one of your balls inside her mouth, barely muffling her moan, she swallows the whole thing like it was a meatball and then slurps it, trying to catch the taste. Her hips move in a weird and aggressive way behind herr, she is clearly masturbating with a furious hand. You moan in agony as she splits your balls out of her mouth. "I forbid you to clean this magnificent stench. Yo understand me, peasant?"

"Yes..." You barely mumble.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... my lady."

"Yes, MY QUEEN" She proclaims, her voice erratic and uncontrolled by her horniness "My blood comes from the most long-lived and respected houses of Europe, I was born to rule over scum like you. Do you understand, PEASANT?" Her tone becomes suddenly aggressive and scary, she looks at you as if you were a mere rat invading her home. The sound of her hand touching her sloppy folds fills the room, like a watery carnage.

"Yes, my queen." You whisper.

"Oh you are sooo cute." Her tone and demeanour changes again, now she talks to you like a good and caring sister would... which to your horror, is exactly what she is. "You have made me so horny, with your cute voice and your repulsive smell..." She lowers her mouth, and gives you quick and daring kisses all along your shaft. You react with fear and confusion. Why would anyone put her mouth there? It is dirty and serves no purpose... but it feels to good to complain. "You will never clean this cock, you will keep it dirty..." She kisses you again, this time at the very top of your glands, her lips cover the entire thing and she slurps it, producing a nice 'pop' sound as she releases it. "You will be my dirty... my dirty and smelly... peasant... oh my godhgds...."

As she cums by her own hand, the lady Amelia lowers her mouth over your shaft and engulfs it in a single move, that silences her moan completely, but creates a new and more intense one from you. You try to scream that this is bad, that no respectable lady should put her lips there, you try to scream that you have swore to keep your virginity intact, but what you scream instead is a deep yes. Her head moves up and down like a blurr, making you feel untold pleasures, she chokes on your long punished shaft, covering it in her royal saliva. Her tongue manages to go out and she licks your shaft and balls as she deepthroats you. She wants your treasures, she wants the reward of your seed and she pumps it out of you with stern determination.

The world goes black as you cum inside your sister's mouth.