Riri and Her Younger Sister (3)

Unable to resist any longer, he pressed his mouth against Riri's pussy.

"Hyaaak!"

Riri—no, she must have woken up—couldn't suppress her moan and let out a cry.

Startled, she glanced to the side. Thankfully, Lisa was still asleep.

"Shh, you'll wake her. Try to hold back your moans."

Lucian whispered softly before hungrily licking and sucking at Riri's pussy with his tongue and lips until her love juices began to flow.

"Hnng! Nngh—mmph!"

Drip, drip—

Riri, unable to hold back her moans, tried to push Lucian's chest away, but her arms had no strength left.

After what felt like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an eternity of sucking and drinking, thick, sticky juices began to flow incessantly from her.

Now fully prepared, Lucian climbed on top of her without hesitation. He rubbed his cock against her entrance a few times before thrusting in all at once.

Squelch!!

"Aaaahhhh!!!!!"

A scream—no, that was unmistakably a scream of pain!?

Startled, Lucian yanked the blanket covering her head away.

Gasp!

It wasn't Riri lying there—it was her younger sister, Lisa.

Tears welled in her eyes as she trembled violently.

"Why?!"

Lucian shouted without thinking, too shocked to contain himself.

What the hell was going on? He was utterly confused. He could have sworn Riri had been lying there just moments ago.

[Some time earlier]

Lisa couldn't sleep.

The sounds of her sister and the Count's raw lovemaking from hours earlier still echoed in her mind—the slapping of flesh, the muffled moans—leaving her dazed.

But then, suddenly, the Count had returned, stripping her clothes off.

'Huh? Wh-what?'

A chill ran down her spine. The seemingly gentle alpha male noble was, in truth, a pervert who intended to violate his woman's younger sister while she slept beside her.

She wanted to scream immediately, but his imposing physique and overwhelming strength left her frozen.

And she feared that if she resisted, she might anger him—what if he cast her sister out?

All she could do was pray her sister would wake up soon.

Lisa, who had pulled the blanket over her head, flinched when she felt something cool and refreshing brush against her lower body.

'Wh-what is this? It's cold... but it feels nice...'

She had to pretend to be asleep—she couldn't open her eyes or make a sound. Trapped in the darkness beneath the blanket, she could only hold her breath in terror as a stranger's hands took control ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of her most intimate place.

"Ah!"

The Count's large, hot hand groped her chest, twisting her nipple. A jolt of electricity shot down her spine.

Lisa felt like her breath had been stolen.

Her mind grew hazy just from the rough kneading of her breasts—but then something hot and wet suddenly enveloped them.

It was his mouth.

The rough scrape of his tongue against her nipple sent tingles radiating through her entire chest.

Sluurp, schlick!

"Ngh... nngh...!" 'No... I can't be this loud...'

The obscene wet sounds echoed in her ears.

The Count was sucking on her breast like candy.

The powerful suction stretched her nipple taut, as if every nerve inside her chest was being pulled out.

It was terrifying—like being devoured by a beast. But at the same time, the overwhelming sensation, unlike anything she'd ever felt before, made her toes curl involuntarily.

'It hurts... no, it tickles... My chest is pounding...'

Her back arched beneath the blanket.

She should push him away. She should pretend to wake up and scream.

But every time his tongue flicked against the tip of her nipple, more of her juices trickled between her legs, melting away her will to resist.

A mix of fear and strange curiosity welled up inside her—she was experiencing the same pleasure her sister had felt.

Lisa bit her lip, but she couldn't stop the moans from escaping.

A man's touch—something she had never experienced before. It was terrifying, but at the same time, an excitement that threatened to melt her brain was slowly taking over.

'Ah! No! I have to scream! What are you doing?!'

Her mind screamed at her to resist—to push him away and shout. But her body wouldn't listen.

'I have to say something now... but... ngh... it feels too weird...'

She had missed her chance.

Lucian moved downward, burying his face between Lisa's freshly cleaned folds.

He skipped the foreplay entirely, thrusting his tongue inside without hesitation.

Schlick!

"Hhk!!"

Lisa's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breath hitched.

What touched the soft skin of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her inner thighs wasn't a finger.

It was something hot, wet, and rough-textured.

As it slid against her skin, leaving behind a slick trail of saliva, goosebumps rose along her spine.

'His... tongue? No way... with his tongue? There? Ngh... this is... weird...!'

Lucian sucked on her labia majora with his lips before flattening his tongue and dragging it up the entire length of her slit.

Sluurp! Schllp!

"Nngh... nnghh..."

Lisa clenched her teeth, swallowing her moans.

A man's tongue was licking her pussy—a situation she had never even imagined.

For a moment, she worried about the smell. She should have screamed for him to stop, but instead, she found herself more concerned about whether she was clean down there.

Lucian's tongue was far too skilled.

Every time the tip of his tongue parted her delicate labia minora and flicked against her clit, Lisa's hips jerked on their own.

Lucian suddenly closed his lips around her now-swollen clit, sucking it like a tiny bean.

Then, vibrating his tongue rapidly, he rolled, rubbed, and flicked the little nub.

Schlick, schlurp, schllp!

"Hhk! Hnnggh...! Ngh! Ngh!"

Lisa gripped the blanket tightly.

It felt like her brain was melting. Electric jolts of pleasure spread from her lower abdomen throughout her entire body.

She should push him away. She should scream.

But even as fear gripped her, the pleasure from that rough tongue was too intense—her body refused to obey.

"Haa... you're so responsive."

Lucian murmured to himself before sticking his tongue out again.

This time, he pressed the tip against her tightly closed entrance.

Though it was narrow—as expected of a virgin—Lucian knew Riri's pussy was unusually small. So he hardened his tongue like muscle and forced it inside, prying her open violently.

Squelch!!

"Hyaaak?!"

Lisa's eyes flew open beneath the blanket.

Something thick and slippery had invaded her body.

Too small to be his cock, yet too flexible and hot to be a finger.

'It's inside! His tongue... his tongue is inside me!'

Squelch, schlick, sluurp, schllp, schllp.

Lucian thrust his tongue deep inside, licking and swirling it against every fold of her inner walls.

His movements were like cleaning out a jar of honey—sucking, scraping, and lapping at her sensitive flesh.

Each time her hymen stretched taut against the tip of his tongue, Lisa writhed between pleasure and discomfort.

'Ah! Nngh! Ah! No... not there... don't put your tongue there! No!'

Under the relentless assault, Lisa's body finally gave in.

A hot liquid surged from deep inside her, gushing out uncontrollably.

Thick, sticky juices flowed over Lucian's tongue, drenching her entrance.

"There we go."

Lucian didn't pull away.

Instead, he gripped Lisa's plump, firm ass with both hands and lifted her hips high into the air.

As her pelvis tilted, her pussy gaped open, and the pooled juices spilled straight into his waiting mouth.

Schluurp! Schlurp! Schluuurp!

'Ah! Aah! No! Don't... don't drink that! Nnnaaahh!'

Lucian sealed his lips around her pussy, sucking fiercely as if determined not to waste a single drop.

The loud gulps echoed through the silent room.

Schllp! Schlurp! Gulp! Schllp!

"Nghhk! Nghh, nghhk..."

Lisa, with her hips still raised, sobbed in shame and pleasure as the man devoured her fluids.

The sensation of being sucked dry between her legs.

Her pussy, now a mess of his saliva and her own juices, clenched eagerly—ready to take his cock.

"You're dripping nonstop."

Lucian climbed over Lisa, spreading her legs wider with his own.

Then, without hesitation, he pushed inside.

Foreplay was over.

He guided his massive shaft between her thighs, rubbing the head against her dripping entrance.

Her slick petals twitched, inviting him in.

Lucian braced himself and thrust upward in one swift motion.

Crunch—Squelch!!!

"Kyaaaahhh—!!!"

A scream tore from Lisa's throat—nothing like the moans her sister had made.

This was a cry of agony, as if her flesh were being ripped apart.

Lucian's thick cock mercilessly tore through her tightly stretched hymen.

Her impossibly narrow walls were forcibly spread open by the intruding girth, screaming in protest.

Flesh was pushed aside, the thin membrane ruptured, and fresh blood spilled out.

"Aah! It hurts! It hurts! Mommy!!"

Lisa threw her head back, trembling violently.

The pain was unbearable—like a red-hot iron rod being shoved into her stomach.

Though startled by her screams, Lucian didn't stop. He buried himself to the hilt.

Thud.

The tip of his cock pressed against her cervix.

Lucian frowned.

'Huh? The sensation... feels off.'

Something was different.

Instead of the usual snug, velvety warmth, her inner walls were stiff and rough—like forcing his hand into a tight rubber glove.

And most of all... that unmistakable feeling of breaking through something.

It was the same tearing sensation he had felt countless times before—when taking a virgin for the first time.