[#twincest #dicksuck #stables #perversion]
In addition to the astronomical value of a house call by the gifted painter, Camerlengo, costing a small fortune of 70 000 arcane [Soul Coins] which the dwarven artist insisted be paid to a [Reaper] demon called Amram on his behalf for whatever reason, Rafel also rewarded him with presents of six boxes of [Grand Marnier] and a metal tub of well-aged cigars recovered from the loot of the giants.
Camerlengo thanked Rafel in earnest for his gifts.
It had stopped snowing, the ground was soft, the heavens took on a silvery lustre and the weather was fair. Rafel walked the painter Hobbit out the Manor's comely doors after their shared lunch and as they waited by the alabaster steps for Jameel to arrive with the carriage, Camerlengo lit one of the cigars and puffed.
He blew circles of white smoke into the air, tucked back an ashen strand of his loose hair and said,
"About twenty years aged, Your Grace. You are quite the first hospitable demon I have encountered, Lord BlüdThïrste. If I may ask, how do you store such fine condiments?"
Rafel replied simply, "Underground. I have a place." He didn't mention in was the roomy dungeon beneath his opulent mansion, caves of utter darkness guarded by his four Rank C [Hellhounds]. The hellbabies posing as Demiurgan rottweilers could set themselves on fire and wouldn't burn. The smoking painter puffed some more, smiling at Rafel's elusive response.
Jameel arrived with the buggy pulled along by two horses. Camerlengo thanked Rafel again before taking the hand offered by his taller assistant and entering the carriage. They started off and it took a short while for the blue wheels to vanish into the rolling fog on the vast property. Rafel watched them ride out the sentient [Wight] gates.
Turning back, he found the stablehand who had brought in the carriage with Jameel heading off in the opposite direction, his scuffed boots stained in snow and pounding across the gray fields to the western area of the estate. He was headed back to the stables. The boy was lean and brown-haired but muscled. His thin arms were defined, his legs long and eating up the distance quickly.
He was a farmboy from the nearby village of Gūndlheim. His name was Kerwin.
Rafel, as he watched the young man stroll away recalled seeing Kerwin arrive this morning through his bedchamber's window in company of a fair lass. His twin, Avelina.
At that moment, a completely depraved thought entered Rafel's mind and he moved to enact it. Softly ensuring the Manor's doors were shut behind, he stepped down onto the fresh winter grass and cautiously followed after Kerwin. He kept a safe distance though. But didn't see the need to equip any [Stealth] mode.
Kerwin soon reached the Stables. It was a long rectangular wooden building painted a coconut brown. The beams were of sturdy oakwood and birch, and fat as pillars. The stretching interior was partitioned into stalls where horses gruntled and sat amongst hay. Rafel's pegasus, Agamemnon however was vanished. The winged horse preferred the winter skies to a dull stable.
Kerwin was all the while unaware of Rafel's tracking behind him and once he entered in through the swinging doors, he glanced up and caught sight of his twin sister, Avelina standing with a pitchfork at the far end on the other side of the horse pen. She had his same brown hair, his same soft chocolate eyes, his same sun-kissed skin. She was his exact replica.
However, Avelina was a girl—and that much was evident. Her sandy brown hair was longer, reaching down to her back. Her waist narrower and her hips fuller. She saw her brother coming from far and waved dutifully. He smiled and she returned it.
'She has a lovely smile,' Rafel thought wickedly from the wooden doors. Only his head was in. He hid his body behind it. 'I've been seeing her coming and going for a while now. A true country girl she is, fair as dawn and willowy as the evening breeze. I'm sure even her brother must notice her prettiness, now let's see if there's something more between them.'
[???? Mirrors – Justin Timberlake.]
Rafel smiled a dark smile. His Luciferan features went more sinister and his skin crawled with new dancing shadows. He whispered softly in his hiding place, "System, equip Vanishing Aura and Level Pussy Wetter."
Two chimes instantly pierced the cool evening.
[Ding!]
[Vanishing Aura equipped!]
[You are made invisible to mortals.]
[Ding!]
[Rank II: Pussy wetter, Equipped!]
[Available Sins: You have been granted an innate lust ability to arouse undetected any female within a hundred feet.
Arcane Shop: Lust Realm.
Deity: Kamadeva.]
Now equipped in a cloak of invisibility, Rafel boldly strode out from behind the doors where he peeked, matching Kerwin's gait to his sister. Avelina who was staring up innocently to her approaching twin suddenly began feeling pinpricks of electricity on her body. Like hands of a skilled masseuse, they rubbed unseen oil into her flesh.
As she looked at Kerwin, she started seeing him in a different way.
Rafel snickered but held it in.
'The desire is not my doing. My sin aura doesn't bring out what isn't already there. It only amplifies it. Avelina must've already been feeling some way about her brother before now.'
"What are you doing?" Kerwin asked as his sister took his hand.
He watched her carefully she slid her palm into the callus of his. Avelina felt blood roar into her ears. Her brother had the hands of a warrior. She had always known Kerwin was beautiful. The damsels in the village talked about him by the wells and creeks. He was the golden boy.
The strapping cowboy. Had she deviously wished for a taste of him?
Yes.
They kissed wildly and Avelina ground against her brother's shaft, giving him a handjob as he sucked on her tongue. He bent her sideways and pounded into her hand and bit into the fluttering pulse of her neck. Though spaced only by twenty seconds at birth, Avelina was firstborn but Kerwin had six inches over her. She turned around to give him her back, still stroking his cock below.
He dragged her hair, bending her back to drown her in a shattering liplock that left them both breathless. Avelina licked at her palm and switch hands to her left. Kerwin pulled his cock away from her damning blowjob.
"Damn you, peaches!" He cussed. "—for doing this to me." Then he shoved her forward into an empty stall. "Grab the fucking beam!"
As the amused, invisible voyeur, Rafel followed them in. He watched the jolting session closely.
Avelina jiggled her rump and spread her legs wide in her muddy boots. She encouraged her brother.
"Yes, Ker, take this little pussy. You wanna fuck your sister. Well, fuck me now. Shag me hard. It's snowed. Everyone's inside.
They won't come out this far to the stables. I need you, Ker. I need you inside me."
Kerwin was a man gone mad at her sweet pleas. He completely ripped down her blue jean knickers to her knees. She stepped one leg out of it but didn't have the patience or frame of mind to pull it all the way off. Avelina helped him with her red panties, dragging it to the side. She dipped two fingers in her wet pussy and held it up to Kerwin's face. He leaned in and swallowed her taste.
Standing behind her, he angled his cock over her ass, dipped, and slowly pushed in. His sister was tight and hot as fuck.
"Oh peaches," he groaned.
Avelina moaned and fell onto the beam. She grabbed at the horizontal stick and spread her booted feet wider. Kerwin smacked her pert butt and left the imprint of his hand. He grasped her curvy hips and slammed into her. His strokes were tensed, spaced by two consecutive hits, then a pause, then a flurry of three more pounds. Another pause.
Kerwin just couldn't bring himself to drill repeatedly. He would come too soon.
Avelina bucked in her sprawl and was biting on a petal of the flowery wreath bangle on her wrist to stop from crying out loud. Kerwin drilled fast about a dozen slamming stroke before quickly pulling out. He hissed through clenched teeth. He spanked her tiny ass again, with both hands.
"Your soaked cunt with be death of me, Aveline."
His penis was wet with her pussy. He tapped the gleaming shaft on the underside of her slit. He kneaded her ripe booty in until she could feel the rough planes. He spat in between her ass cheeks.
"Why'd you fucking stop? Shag this fucking cunt!" Avelina breathed thickly and took hold of his cock. She eased him back in and they both shivered. "Shag me, Ker. Shag me good. I want this.
I need this! Give it to me."
"Yes, take it. Take it, sister," Kerwin growled.
He began a driving rhythm that sent the both of them on their toes. He clutched to Avelina's damp waves and rode her hard. Her beautiful, reddened ass was slapping against his abdomen. He put his thumb in her asshole and she spontaneously combusted in his grip.
"Ohh fuuccckkkk!" Kerwin panted as her juicies made him pull out.
"Aaaaaahhh," Avelina yelled out as she went squirting all over his abs. Her wetness leaked down her thighs and his legs.
Kerwin abruptly popped on her jiggling booty. As she shot spurts of her love juice on him, he jerked off loads of white semen onto her back. His cum dribbled down her shiny, cream skin into her ass crack. It was dirty. And for Kerwin, it was a great discipline for him not to bang her for the popular creampie.
He forgot all about thinking when Avelina turned around and lowered to a squat before him. She licked and swallowed his moistened cock into her mouth. He left a trail of more semen on the side of her face. She drew it into her mouth and licked his dick clean.
When she finally let him go, Kerwin's head fell back and he peered through hooded eyes to pupils exactly like his.
"Oh, Peaches. What have we done?" He whispered.
Avelina stood up and hugged his bigger frame. She caressed his soft, wet hair, whispering back,
"—what we've been itching to do for a long, long time."
They stayed that way, catching their breaths and glued to each other for a while. The horses around snorted and huffed at hay. A silent agreement was reached between the twins though. No one must EVER know. But for dear Avelina, a taste of her rugged brother was not enough. Not at all.
Fuck those village bitches! He was hers now. She intended to keep him—at least in the moments they could steal.
A few feet away from the embracing siblings stood their Demon Master. Oblivious to the presence of his employer, Kerwin softly stroked Avelina's damp curls and settled into a hammock with her. Silently, Rafel turned and left the Stables, in the same way he'd come—invisible.
As he reintegrated into reality, molecules of his body collecting and forming into a tangible self, his system chirped with a new reward.
[Ding!]
[Successfully initiating a Capital Sin has blessed you with additions to Arcane Rune.]
[ +24 000 soul coins. ]
[New balance: 3 125 000]