Page 11 of Velka Manor

Seconds tick by, and I don’t hear anyone come into the room. I wait until it feels like long enough and peek my head above the cover. My room is empty, and the door to the bathroom still slightly cracked, just as I left it. I creep over to it again to find the bathroom empty and the door to theirs on the other side closed.

They didn’t see me.

That’s a good thing. It’s for the best. Just because they like to…have fun…with each other doesn’t mean they would feel the same way towards me.

It… a… fuck!

It is so fucking confusing. I was staying away from them because I thought they would think I was sick and disgusting for wanting them the way I do, but after what I just witnessed, could I be wrong?

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Bastian

Igrin wickedly, glancing up at Dorian, catching his smirk. We both hear her breathy gasp as I gather up our salty cum, sensually moving my tongue along Dorian’s muscles. Only a few seconds later, we hear her footsteps rushing off with a panicked yelp. I rip my head from Dorian’s grasp; the fucker took full advantage of our audience to boss me around.

He opens his mouth to say something, and I use that opportunity to grip his cheeks, spitting the cum on my tongue straight into his mouth. If I have to taste us together, so does he.

“Next time, you can be the one on your knees like a little bitch. Instead of consuming my cum, I’ll force my dick down your throat until you choke on it.”

We played a game of slash, stab, or spear to see who would be getting on their knees. We both select a weapon, and the first to draw blood wins. Unfortunately for me, I lost. The bastard got me in the back of the neck with a small dagger, a weapon hedidn’tselect. He picked the butcher knife knowing that it was my favourite and I would be pinning over it while he used it. He took advantage of my obsession with the pretty weapon and cheated.But the fuckerdiddraw blood, and he had the dagger on him before he started, so I suppose it was fair.

The taste of us together doesn’t bother me that much. It’s not like I haven’t tasted my own cum before. It was a first tasting Dorian’s, although it wasn’t much different, possibly a little muskier. Still, it got us where we needed to be, pushing us a step closer to our end goal. Little sister has had a pure taste of forbidden sin, saw our depraved souls in action. She’s seen us kill before, but she needed more.

Dorian stands, gripping my wrist, removing my hand from his cheeks. His eyes stay locked with mine, holding his tongue out, letting me see the creamy whiteness before slowly pulling back and swallowing.

Fuck… Okay, that was hot. I see what baby sis sees in us: we’re temptation wrapped up in a poison-laced bow.

“Next time, win the game, and you’ll get your wish, little brother.” He smirks, patting me on the cheek, walking naked into our bedroom.

My gaze slides to the other door, the one to her room still left open a crack. I bet she’s laying in bed touching herself. I bet if I went in there right now, her legs would fall open eagerly, her pussy begging me to sink deep inside, desperate for me to fuck her until she’s screaming my name. I would consume her until all she could see is me.

“Bastian,” Dorian calls, and I hear the order in his tone.

I pull my eyes reluctantly from her door, narrowing mine at him as he raises an eyebrow. Huffing in annoyance, I stomp into the room, barging my shoulder into his and aggressively digging out some clothes.

Dorian gives a hum of approval, shutting the door, sliding over the lock before he gets dressed. I've never been bothered about him being in charge; he possesses the right temperament for it. I got all our aggression, and he got all our patience. Together,we make a great team. If you took away one of us, it would fall apart. We cover each other’s weaknesses, and leadership has never been my strength. Still, I’m getting a bit fed up with all this waiting. When it comes to her, we’re equal. When it comes to her, I would kill my twin if he thought he could place me second.

I growl, kicking the drawer closed with my booted foot, burning frustration running through me. I need to either fuck or kill something, and seeing as I can’t fuck anything at the moment, I suppose I’ll have to settle for killing.

Dorian grabs my shoulder, holding me in place as I try to storm out of the room. I have a knife held up to his throat in a blink of an eye, pushing it deep until blood trickles against the black metal. Dorian sighs, but he doesn’t let go of my arm or pull away from the knife.

“Tonight,” he says, one singular word, but it has my anger disappearing in a second.

“Tonight?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, pushing the knife a little harder.

“Yes, brother. Tonight.” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, making more blood flow freely. “I believe our show has given her another push into our darkness.”

Dark, electric energy buzzes through my veins, thundering electricity lighting me up from the inside. Tonight, it will finally happen: I will get to have her beneath me as I feed the ravaged demon that’s been clawing for a taste of her flesh. She has always been mine, and tonight, she will finally realise it.

“Go kill something before you end up fucking everything in sight.” Dorian chuckles, staring into my bloodthirsty eyes and down to my waist, where my dick is rock hard.

I flick my knife away, grabbing my brother on the cheeks, smacking a wet kiss on his lips. “You handsome fucker. Sometimes it’s hard to remember why I shouldn’t kill you, andjust when I think to do it, you remind me why I shouldn’t.” I wink, slapping him on the ass, cackling while he scowls.

“I share the sentiment, brother, but right now, I’m more inclined to kill you for that slap.”

I lick his blood off the knife, skipping away, poking my tongue out over my shoulder. I slam into a butler in the hallway, making him drop a tray of food. His startled, wide eyes tell me someone was listening when they shouldn’t be.

“Ooh, someone has been naughty!” My unhinged smile widens, and the butler stumbles away, falling back onto the wall.

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