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Lucian’s words slithered into her soul, sending a shiver down her spine. A twisted blend of fear and anticipation gripped her, making her tremble as the weight of his demand settled deep within her.

"Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know, starting with how to wrap your pretty lips around my c*ck," Lucian purred, his voice filled with wicked delight.

"But why me?!" She replied with a hint of lust.

"Why not you? You’re a grown woman, and you clearly have a passionate side hidden beneath that prim and proper facade. Trust me, I’ll make sure to bring it out of you, one way or another."

Lucian’s fingers brushed a stray lock of blue hair away from her face, his touch lingering just long enough to send a shiver through her.

His fingers traced the curve of her cheek, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

Isabella’s chest tightened, a storm of fear and excitement swirling within her. She could feel her pulse quicken, each beat a stark reminder of the dangerous allure standing before her.

"Become mine, and I’ll grant you everything your heart desires," he murmured, his voice a velvet whisper laced with dark, unspoken promises.

Her mouth went dry, and her heart pounded so fiercely she could barely hear her own thoughts.

"And if I refuse?"

Lucian’s smile turned wicked, an almost predatory gleam in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a chilling, intimate whisper.

"Don’t delude yourself, my dear sister. You can’t resist me. I’m the very temptation you’ve longed to deny, but you can’t escape it. Deep down, you crave something more — a desire only I can offer."

Her cheeks burned with shame, his words slicing through her pride like a sharpened blade.

Yet even as his voice filled her with dread, her body betrayed her, a slow, intoxicating warmth spreading through her as the scent of his masculinity enveloped her senses.

His words struck a chord deep within her, awakening a forbidden desire that clung to her soul like a shadow.

The thrill of surrender, of a forbidden embrace, tugged at her, drawing her in like a siren’s call that she was powerless to resist.

Slowly, reluctantly, her hand drifted down to the hem of his trousers, the fear and arousal swirling in her head threatening to overwhelm her.

With shaking hands, she reached up and undid his buckle, slowly loosening his belt and opening his zipper.

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As his trousers fell away, her eyes widened, her breath catching in her chest as she took in the sight of him, his hardened length jutting out before her.

A wave of emotions rushed through her, her mind torn between fear and desire, the scent of his blood-red c*ck thick in the air.

She hesitated for a moment, staring blankly as Lucian smirked, knowing full well that she would not be able to resist him for much longer.

His throbbing d*ck loomed over Isabella. It looked so large, so hard, and she was suddenly consumed with a hunger she could not understand.

Slowly, her hands trembling, she reached up and cupped the base of his erection, a thrill running through her as she felt its heat against her palm.

The smell of his masculinity flooded her nostrils, and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs.

Her fingers wrapped around him, and she slowly slid her palm up and down his length, exploring the velvety texture of his skin.

"Open your mouth," he said, "use your tongue and wrap that little tongue around my c*ck like a good little sister."

She whimpered, her cheeks flushing as she glanced up at him, his dark gaze meeting hers.

Still holding his shaft in her hand, she leaned forward, her lips parted slightly, her tongue slipped out, and she gave his tip of his c*ck a small flick with it.

To her surprise, it tasted good, a strange mix of sweetness and musky masculinity that made her feel warm and tingly deep inside.

Her eyes flicked up to his, her face reddening further as she realized he was watching her, his gaze dark and predatory.

Without hesitation, her tongue darted out, and she ran it up and down his shaft, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of his skin against hers.

Prec*m was starting to bead at the tip of his c*ck, and she licked it up, reveling in the salty taste of it on her tongue.

She had never dreamed she would be doing such a lewd act, but the feeling of his c*ck between her fingers made her feel strangely excited, and she found herself quickly falling under his spell.

Her tongue lapped at the base of his c*ck, her fingers gripping his shaft and squeezing gently as she worked her way towards the tip, moistening his c*ck as she went.

She was getting more confident now, her tongue swirling over his thick mushroom head, teasing the sensitive skin and coaxing out even more prec*m.

Her nipples began to harden, the sensations of his c*ck filling her with a strange, delicious heat.

With a gasp, her mouth closed around his thick c*ck, her tongue running over its head as she slowly sucked, her hands sliding up and down his shaft, making his shaft more slicken with spit.

"Don’t you think it’s about time you take the whole thing in?" Lucian growled, his voice raspy with lust, "suck it, my dear sister, wrap those lips around my d*ck, and make me come with your filthy mouth!"

She did not resist, her body quivering with a desperate, aching need.

Her mouth slowly opened, and she enveloped more of his c*ck, savoring the salty taste of him against her tongue.

She gasped, his shaft filling her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, ’it’s too big!’ she thought as the tip pushed into her throat.

She fought back the urge to gag, taking inch after inch, her mouth stretched to accommodate him, her throat constricting around his length.

Only half of this length entered her mouth when she couldn’t take it any longer, pulling back, gasping for air.

She sat back, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling, her mouth coated with his prec*m.

"Please...no more, I can’t..."

"Yes, you can, and you will."

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her hair matted with sweat, "no, I can’t! It’s just too big!"

"Shhhh, just relax, my dear," he soothed, his voice calm and commanding. "Open wide, and let me guide it. Trust me, I promise you’ll feel like an expert by the time we’re done."

Isabella hesitated, looking unsure, but she could feel her body betraying her, the heat and need still thrumming through her, making her mind and body pliable under his gaze.

She couldn’t hold out, she realized, and with a final, trembling breath, she nodded, her lips parting once more, his c*ck sliding into her mouth, deeper this time, making her feel full to the brim.

It was a strange sensation, her mouth stretched to capacity, her throat working as she swallowed him, trying hard not to gag.

As he moved in and out of her, she could taste every bit of him, the warmth of his skin, the prec*m, the musky scent of his masculinity filling her nostrils.

With an effort, she managed to swallow, her lips pursed around him, her body quivering, aching with need.

He didn’t stop, his pace increasing, his fingers winding through her hair, tugging her head back and forth, her mouth wrapped around him in the most delicious, intimate way.

"Use your tongue like you did when we kissed," he groaned.

Isabella struggled to breathe, but she obeyed nonetheless, her tongue tracing over every vein and ridge, his prec*m slick against her tastebuds, making her taste buds tingle with pleasure.

"Such a naughty sister I have, getting all turned on and dripping wet from sucking your brother’s c*ck."

"Just suck, my dear sister. Use your hands to caress my balls as well, and my c*ck will shoot out your rewards."

She obliged, reaching down, her fingers encircling his balls, lightly and carefully caressing them like some precious treasure as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

"Good," he growled, his voice ragged, his c*ck swelling inside her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag, her eyes watering.

Gluurgh~ Grrkk~ Glrk~

He held her firmly, pushing deeper, his fingers tugging at her hair, forcing her to take him all in, her nose buried against his abdomen, her lips stretching thin.

Lucian’s hand reached down to massage her breasts, rubbing her nipples in circles, causing her to moan around his shaft, the vibrations sending tremors through her body.

Gawk~ Gawk~

Slowly, he started to thrust faster, pushing deeper into her mouth, his fingers rolling her nipples between his fingers.

Mmmph~ hrmmph~ uummph~

She couldn’t help but let out muffled moans, her body responding instinctively to his touch, his fat c*ck pumping in and out of her.

"Swallow all my milk, dear sister," he whispered hoarsely.

Lucian’s fingers clenched tightly on the sides of her face, his shaft pushing past her lips.

She could feel her lips bulge out, the tip of his c*ck hitting her soft palate, his balls slapping against her chin.

inggggg... "

Spurt~ Splurt~

Before she could react, he pumped his hips roughly, and she was suddenly hit by a stream of hot, sticky c*m, flowing into her mouth, filling her throat and trickling down her chin.

As his shaft slowly withdrew from Isabella’s mouth, a long, white string of fluid dangled from her lower lip, shimmering in the sunlight as she gasped for breath.

She looked up, her lips coated in his hot seeds, her body quaking with a strange, primal heat, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.

Gulp~ Gulp~ Glug~

The scent of his release flooded her nostrils, the sweetness of it making her head spin, her throat convulsing as she swallowed the last remnants of it down.