Page 72 of Bloodmoon Ritual

“No one else takes their sisters,” I said as he spread my thighs wide. “Aren’t you afraid this is a sin?”

“No one else hasyou, Temperance,” he replied.

His hands moved down to my robe, flicking the fabric away so it fell off my body, his breath sucked in as he looked at my body, naked and bound before him.

I pulled and strained at the ties as Rhyder bent down to up the holy oil and he began to pray.

Consecrate her O Allfather

Bind her to me like she always should have been

He raised the jar and let one drip of holy oil fall onto my face, his fingers tracing the sweet, supple drop, his fingers gently massaging it into my forehead and down my cheeks.

Then another drop. And another.

I felt covered by him, not by his piety before the Allfather, since I thought that was bullshit, but by the strength of his suffocating love and protection.

I wanted to look away, stare at the ground, but I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rhyder. The way his chest heaved at every inch of me he covered with the oil.

I wanted to arch my back from the chair when his finger traced a path down my throat and into the hollow there.

His fingers rubbed gently, hypnotically, the oil soaked into my skin, seeping between his fingers.

I wanted to rip my arms out of the ties that bound me and run away from Rhyder.

Run away from the confusing mix of feelings in my gut.

I shouldn’t want him.

Ididn’twant him.

Whatever he did to me was simple biology, just unnatural animal attraction, and nothing more.

My brother tipped the oil on my forehead, letting it run in long, velvet lines down my nose and cheeks, seeping down to my mouth.

“Spit it on me,” Rhyder said.

His eyes shone with a zealous, obsessive light.

I opened my lips and let the savory, smooth liquid fill my mouth.

Rhyder’s heart thudded through his chest, beating so loud and so close to me that my skin started buzzing.

“More,” he said, his voice low. “Fill your mouth.”

I obeyed him, trembling, as he slipped the robe from my shoulders with one hand. His other hand was on the back of my neck, his eyes shining with a frightening light.

When it had begun to dribble out both sides of my mouth, I drew my cheeks in and spit it at my brother.

He made a low groaning noise, closing his eyes in ecstasy as the oil sprayed over his face.

Then his mouth opened eagerly and he sucked the golden drops of oil onto his tongue.

I felt my cunt fuckingliquifyat the expression on his face, as I sat bound on the chair before him.

He made another low noise, then he raised both hands and dragged the drops of oil from my throat down my chest with his fingers, trail of depravity down my breasts, down to where my pink nipples were diamond-bright hard points.

I tightened my lips as hard as I could, swallowing the moans that threatened to spill from my throat. The callouses on his fingers caught on the tips of my nipples as he rubbed them gently in a circular motion.

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