Page 73 of Bloodmoon Ritual

“You know how many times I have had to repent for picturing you during services?” Rhyder asked in a low voice. “Dreamed about putting my hands all over your beautiful soft body. How many times did I stroke my cock when I should have been preparing for the Blood and Body?Yourbody has tormented me for years, sister. Now it is mine to take and you will give me what I want.”

His fingers moved down to my belly, his hands tipping the jar forward so more oil spilled on me, pooled between my hips, dripping down my thighs to my cunt.

No more!I wanted to scream as he reached the cleft of my sex and I determined to make no noise or motion.

“Beautiful sweet cunt,” Rhyder rumbled as he rubbed my pussy lips, massaging the holy oil in. “this is the source of Paradise.”

“That’s blasphemous,” I said through clenched teeth.

His big index finger brushed by my clit, the small bud straining and soaking wet with unwilling desire.

“It’s my blessing,” he said. “Blessed is the one who kills for the Allfather.”

And my hips jerked, just a bit, but Rhyder with his sharp eyes noticed, and he stepped even closer, his fingers back on my clit again, trying to figure out what had made me make that noise.

“No,” my lips mouthed.

“Temperance,” he groaned in my ear, and suddenly my skin felt too tight and itchy. “I want your pleasure. It’s not wrong, sister. I promise. How could it be wrong when it feels like this?”

And it was wickedness, it was wrongness, but the temptation was so dark and intense that I couldn’t resist it.

Moans began to burst from my lips as he circled my clit.

“Oh hell and godsdamn,” he cursed. “You’re fuckingsoakingmy hand, angel. Give it to me.”

“Rhyder—” I gasped, not knowing what to say, only that I couldn’t stand the pressure anymore as he fingers made my pussy lips swell with heat and need, my hips jerking forward and back with little desperate motions.

“Want something more?” my twin asked, slipping a big finger inside me as I gasped with pleasure. “I’ll give you more, Temperance. Every filthy fucking thing you want.”

He added another finger, my cunt sucking down on him, eager formore.

More of my brother

I came apart for him, writhing on the chair, straining at my bonds as I rode his hand until the stars burst in my vision, feeling mastered and dominated as exquisite pleasure pounded through my body, my release soaking his hand as I pulsed over him.

“Oh is that how to command your sweetness, sister?” Rhyder said, and it didn’t even need to be a question as my head rolled backwards. “This sweet little spot?”

My body was pure liquid, and he reached back to undo my bonds, pulling me out of the chair and drawing my naked panting body closer to his. My slick ran down my legs, and Rhyder drew his cock from his pants, his hands bending to prop my lolling head up with his big palm. I could tell he was still trying to go slow and be cautious, his eyes tight on me. But the soft liquid pleasure still suffused every limb to the tip of my fingers, and when the head of his massive cock parted my pussy lips I only moaned wantonly. Rhyder sucked in his breath and began to press deeper inside me, slower now, his other hand gripping the table to make sure he took me slowly.

But I was wet and open as his fingers bit down on my ass.

I gasped at his size, still a little sting even though I was so wet and open, and he froze, carefully spreading his fingers on my back.

“Keep. . .going,” I said.

As I opened my eyes, my lids feeling languid and heavy, I saw his jaw tighten at this, the muscles in his strong throat and jawline tensing even further.

I looked up at the ceiling, a drop of purifying oil rolling between my breasts and down the tips, and Rhyder bent his head and scooped it up, his tongue swirling around my tight nipple.

“You’re my wife, Temperance. Before the Allfather, I swear that I will protect you and love you as long as I live.”

He was almost all the way in and he began to rock back and forth cautiously. My cunt was sensitive and ripe from my first orgasm, and I felt the telltale twitches in my pussy that meant another one was already building.

Rhyder looked down at where our bodies connected, where my clit was rubbed against his cock, and he tangled his hand in my wet hair.

“Yes. You have no idea how you feel, Temperance.”

He clutched my hair tighter, grunting as he began to fuck me harder, in agonizing rolling thrusts.

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