Instinctively, Unconsciously (Idrien Ksakru) (2)
The rising sun filtered through the window and into the room. Fresh green leaves clinging precariously to the branches gently shaded the sunlight, casting faint shadows across the floor. Beyond the glass, trees and golden light stretched into view.
Idrien had woken, yet she remained lying still. The heat that had filled the room with ecstasy and madness had long since dissipated, leaving only the damp, soiled bedsheets. When she turned her head, all that remained on the crumpled fabric was the bed, stained with sweat and fluids that radiated a cold chill. She had only lifted her hand and set it down again, but the liquid soaking the mattress carried a biting cold, as though urging her to rise. Idrien silently endured the sensation. She felt hollow. Being left alone like this was unbearably miserable.
A wave of discomfort prompted her to sit up at once. The sight of crumpled tissues scattered across the floor made her grit her teeth. How many times had they done it? She thought her sister had wiped her clean, or perhaps she had wiped her sister. The memory refused to surface. No, it was too blurred to recall. Thick, half-dried semen still clung to the tissues she picked up, smearing her fingers. The viscous clumps had not yet fully dried, leaving the paper damp and sticky.
“This is the worst…”
Idrien sank back down on the spot. Her body brimmed with vitality, yet her exhausted mind refused to move. How wonderful it would be to simply collapse here and sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the memories of the previous night surged forward, so vivid she could not bring herself to shut them again. She missed it. “Miss it…?”
Idrien let out a hollow laugh. She had no choice but to laugh, so she did. She had masturbated while watching her sister being taken. The three of them engaging in that absurd act was gradually becoming natural to her, even stirring a faint sense of anticipation. When reason teetered on the edge of instinct, kissing Ilien like mad and being pierced together by the boy’s penis while receiving his seed felt perfectly natural. It was so pleasurable she feared she might become addicted. The first time had been difficult, that was all. After being taken by the boy alongside her beloved sister, the boundaries of ethics and reason had blurred. Instinctively, she would hook her arm around her sister’s neck, push her tongue into that beautiful mouth, and drool into it without restraint. That was the last thing Idrien remembered from last night.
After gathering tissues for a while, she stared blankly at the semen-caked floor and sank into a chair. Her gaze drifted to her increasingly sticky lower abdomen, and she bit her lip hard. Crazy bitch. Getting aroused while cleaning up tissues stained with semen—crazy bitch. The wastebasket was already full. Empty tissue boxes lay scattered about. The general store must be doing brisk business, she thought idly, then let out a long sigh. Crazy bitch. Crazy bitch. She muttered the words several times. No matter how much she scolded herself, the feeling refused to improve. She merely snorted in disbelief at the sight of pale clumps mixing with the fluid trickling from between her legs.
Her hand moved naturally toward the petals from which the white fluid flowed. “Damn brat… doing this to me… hnn… ah…!”
Idrien spat curses more suited to an older man than a young boy and slipped a finger between her gently parting thighs. Her toes stretched forward, trembling. —Squish. Her vagina swallowed two fingers at once, so flooded that no other description would suffice. A gush of fluid spurted out. Idrien leaned back in the chair, curling her body tightly. Like this. Was it like this? Ah. Good. So good. So good. “Aah…! Hnn…! Nngh…!” —Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. The climax that struck her was on an entirely different level from the time she had cried alone in the bathroom days earlier. Simply imagining the young boy and pushing two fingers inside sent her nipples hardening, her seductive body shaking violently as pleasure overwhelmed her. “You bastard… you horny little bastard… really… aah… too much, too much, nngh… hnn…!”
—Squish, squish. The moment she pictured the boy’s face, curses spilled out alongside her fingers plunging wildly into her own sex. Unconsciously, Idrien began comforting herself while imagining Marei’s face instead of Ilien’s. You bastard. Horny bastard. Crazy bastard. Damn brat. I can tighten up just like my sister. —Squish, squish, squish, squish! “Aah…! I-it’s too sensitive… I-I hate this… already, already… hnn…! Nngh…!”
Though her body had been asleep, the lingering sensitivity from the previous night’s pleasure remained. A few movements were enough to send her soaring, and she continued masturbating without stopping her fingers. “Aah…! Y-you’re going to impregnate me, aren’t you? Huh? Hnn… you filthy thing… you’re going to fill both me and my sister… aah… I-I hate it… my sister, my sister hnn… she’s mine… hii…! Ah, you can’t come inside, you can’t… aah…!” —Squish…! Squish…! Squish…! Instead of simply pushing her fingers in, Idrien now thrust them as deeply as possible, mimicking Marei’s pistoning motion—pulling them out almost entirely before driving them back in to the hilt. With each movement, fluid sprayed like a fountain beneath the chair. “Aah… hnn… I-I hate this… I’m coming, I’m coming… hii…! You can’t keep thrusting… it’s too sensitive… hnn… d-don’t stop… aah…!”
Even as her upper body collapsed forward in climax, Idrien’s hips remained perched precariously on the edge of the chair. Her hand continued driving into the vagina that gaped and spilled fluid, as though it were the young boy’s member that had taken her the night before. To calm her once again burning body, she had no choice but to finger herself furiously until her arm cramped. She kept going in that position—until she even fell to the floor midway—until she herself became repulsive. Once she had somewhat extinguished the fire in her body, Idrien struggled to steady her ragged breathing and trembled as she recalled the boy who had mounted her the previous night, crying out in pleasure. “Haa… hnn… haa… this is… ridiculous… this is… Marei… hnn… sister… aah… hnn…! I-I’m going to… nngh…”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
At the familiar voice, Idrien jerked her head up. She had forgotten how disheveled she looked while masturbating and simply stared blankly at Ilien’s face. “I-I… sister, I… I mean…”
Realizing that her green eyes reflected the sight of her own masturbation, Idrien hurriedly tried to rise. She bit her lip and averted her gaze. Without realizing it, she had pressed her thighs together and covered her flooded sex with both hands. The image of her panting while taking the boy’s penis together with her sister felt like a lie now. Idrien’s ears flushed crimson as she avoided Ilien’s eyes. “Idrien?”
Unable to meet Ilien’s gaze as she leaned forward and stared, Idrien merely lowered her head. Her sister’s bright, smiling face was far stickier and more seductive than the one she had once loved, making it impossible to look at directly. “No… that’s not… hnn…? S-sister, why…? Kyaa?!”
When Ilien grabbed her by the backs of her knees and lifted her slightly, Idrien struggled weakly. She had no idea what was happening and could only call her sister’s name repeatedly, unable to mount any real resistance. Wearing a thick smile, Ilien laid her twin sister down on the bed. “Hnn…!”
The bed, left untouched after being soaked in fluids, felt sticky and unpleasantly cold against her skin. Idrien shuddered at the filthy, vulgar sensation and the chill against her back. “W-what are you trying to do, sister…!?”
Ilien positioned her sister on the bed with only her upper body supported, then bent her long legs and draped them over her own shoulders. Idrien’s body trembled violently. Her green eyes were filled with fear at Ilien’s sudden action, yet fluid trickled from between her legs as though she secretly desired something. “Just a little. I’m only going to taste a little, okay?”
When Ilien’s breath touched the platinum pubic hair still coated in semen, Idrien shuddered with an inexplicable pleasure. What? How? Why? She should have asked, but instead she wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck with bloodshot eyes and cautiously lifted her hips. “Sister, don’t… please… please… sister… hnn…!”
Though her mouth kept protesting, Idrien’s eyes were fixed on the cleft that continued to ooze thick clumps of semen. Her clitoris, which had been pink moments ago, was now flushed red, proof of her recent masturbation. “Don’t kiss me… I-I hate it… aah…! Sister, if you put your tongue in… aah… aah… aah…!”
“I’m sorry, Idrien… I’m sorry… Lady Labella kept whining for Master to be returned, so I couldn’t properly eat Master’s semen…!”
Offering an excuse that would never work on Idrien but made sense to herself, Ilien devoured her sister’s sex greedily. —Suck…! Slurp… suck…! Slurp…! Suck…! “Aah… sister, don’t suck so hard… uuuh…! Sister is sucking…! Hnn… ah, no… hnn… she’s sucking with her tongue inside… aah…!”
Though Ilien was merely thrusting her tongue into the vagina that held her master’s precious semen and scraping it out, to Idrien it felt as though the things she had only dreamed of were finally happening. Gripping her sister’s hips firmly as if to keep her still, Ilien’s tongue plunged roughly into the cleft and stirred violently inside. “Aah, uuuh, sister, aah…! I like it, I like it… aah…! If you suck too hard… hnn… aah…! I’m coming… I’m coming… hnn…!”
Unable to control the trembling of her convulsing lower body, Idrien’s upper body swayed helplessly from side to side. Her ample breasts swayed without direction under gravity’s pull. As much as Ilien sucked and drank the semen, she kept thrusting her tongue deep into the vagina that was growing stickier with Idrien’s own fluids, stirring roughly. At the same time, she pushed her fingers inside her sister’s cleft. “Haa… haa… sister is… sister is sucking my place… uuuh… stop… it’s too sensitive… aah… aah…! S-stop… sister, this is weird… hnn… hnn…! S-sister? Sister! S-sister…! W-wait… I-I hate this… aah…! No, no… sister aah…!”
Because her body was already hypersensitive, Idrien reached climax almost immediately. She sprayed fluid so forcefully it could be called a fountain, drenching her sister’s face as Ilien continued to ravage her sex. “A little more… more… more… Master’s semen…”
Even as the liquid—whether fluid or urine—sprayed across her face with enough force to be called ejaculation, Ilien paid it no mind. She mercilessly drove her tongue deeper into the parted petals. “More, give me more, Idrien… more, more…” “Uuuuh… uuuh… hnn… kuh…!”
Idrien could barely open her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and it was doubtful she could even hear her sister’s words. She could only let out a long, beast-like wail as Ilien continued to force pleasure into her. “If I put my fingers in… slurp… more comes out, doesn’t it?”
Despite her sister’s trembling, Ilien unilaterally pushed a finger into the wrinkled pink hole beneath the cleft, shaped like a chrysanthemum. —Thrust…! The moment her own sister’s finger entered, fluid mixed with semen sprayed across Ilien’s face. “Hnn…! N-no… hnn…! S-sister…” “Ahaha, Idrien. You came just from putting it in? There’s still plenty here, isn’t there? Huh? I’m only going to drink a little… Idrien… I’m sorry… just a little…!” “It’s dirty. D-don’t… sister, sister… hnn…! Don’t…!!!” —Thrust…! Thrust…! Thrust…! “Aaaah, my butt hnn… fingers, fingers, sister’s fingers… hnn… aah… d-don’t…!” “Even while saying that while spraying so much fluid… slurp… gulp. You can give more, can’t you? You ‘still’ don’t like Master’s semen.”
Already trained by the young boy dozens of times, Idrien let out a long moan of pleasure rather than pain when her sister’s long, slender finger pushed between her buttocks. The thought that this pleasant, terrifying, never-ending nightmare would continue a little longer left her unsure what expression to make. She trembled again as she felt her sister’s tongue against the hole between her cheeks. This was hell. An inescapable hell. And that made it all the more terrifying. Alluring. Hell.