Chapter 86

It wasn’t clear by Olivia’s words whether this was something she had spoke about with Lucilla or not. However, upon seeing Lucilla, it was hard to believe that she didn’t at least hope that I would be swinging by her room. My eyes surveyed what she was wearing. She was in a tight silver teddy that left little to the imagination. The satin material encased her luscious breasts but didn’t seem to be able to contain them completely as significant cleavage crested the top. Her nipples protruded through the thin material, calling for the attention of my eyes.

“Do you always wear such a thing before going to sleep?” I asked in an amused voice after getting an eyeful.

“O-oh…yeah,” she shuffled nervously before sitting down at the edge of the bed. “Izzy has her room, and she’s not supposed to enter my room without my permission. So, I sometimes wear such things.”

I seemed to recall that she had been sneaking into Lucilla’s room to read some inappropriate content. A quick look around the room showed that none of these sultry novels had been left out, another affirmation that she had expected me to come tonight.

“Is that the kind of thing that they wear in those novels you read?” I arched up a brow.

Her face reddened only slightly. I had been hoping to get more of a rise out of her. Saria and Olivia tended to both be fun to tease. They got easily flustered when I pushed their buttons. It seemed like Lucilla’s mind was in far too many places to react like that. She gave me a hesitant look as if she didn’t quite know how to continue.

One would think that as my oldest sister, she would have had the most life experience, and in truth when she had come out to meet me, I thought she had lived up to the identity as my oldest sister. However, I had since come to learn that she had perhaps lived the most sheltered life of all of them. She had been trapped in this cage. It might have been a gilded cage with courtyards, but it was still a cage by my estimate.

As a result of her experiences, she was used to keeping her feelings to herself. A little teasing appeared to not be enough to break her out of her shell.

“Were you hoping for your devil brother to interact one of those fantasies with you?” I decided to give her a much more direct approach.

“What? Not! H-how could you say that?” she stammered out, yet the flush on her face gave away everything I wanted from her.

Her ears were lowered meekly upward, and her face was a nice shade of red now. I liked that look on her. When a sister acted this way, the devil inside me to seemed to come to the surface, and I just couldn’t help but eat her. It was more than that though. I wanted her to be truthful to me from today forth, and I wanted to show her that she was no longer alone. That led me to one conclusion.

I wasn’t even certain it would work. For all I knew, my older sister would be immune to it since back then, but I tried anyway. I brought my wrist upward, using a pinky nail I had allowed to grow long and then sharpened, I sliced through just a tiny part of my grey skin along the wrist. Crimson red began to flow down my wrist and into my palm. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw my blood running freely.

Her nose flared, and it’s as if there’s some shift in the air. I look of understanding appeared on her face as she realized my intentions. She swallowed forcefully, licking her lips slowly as I put my wrist out in front of her. She hesitated for a few moments, but the seeming temptation was too much. My devil’s blood was an aphrodisiac. Nothing I had read suggested it might be addictive, but I had seen the girls all desire to taste it again after the first time. Was it purely sexual, or was there something more to it?

She brought her lips to my wrist and started to drink. When she had lapped up the blood that had leaked down into my palm, she started to suckle on the wrist itself. Her lips wrapped warmly around, a wet sucking noise coming as she drank deeply. She only did so far a short while before finally pulling away. She put a handkerchief down on it, but for the most part, the bleeding had already stopped and her tongue had already cleaned up most of the mess.

Her lips had a slightly redder tinge after drinking, and she was panting slightly. Through her nighty, I could see her nipples growing harder as the aphrodisiac did its thing and increased her sexual desire. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I pushed her down onto the bed and straddled on top of her. I admired my sister under me fully. She was my oldest sister, and that meant she also had the most mature body. Her breasts were large and her hips were wide. Olivia was voluptuous too, but Lucilla’s body felt a bit more mature.

Her breasts sagged just a bit, and her hips were the hips of a woman who had a child. I didn’t know if the baby even came out that way, but I imagined her as a mother all the way around. That was it. She wasn’t just my sister. She was the mother of my child.

My heart seemed to beat erratically at that thought. It was a kind of odd feeling deep inside me. It was familiar to the feeling I had grown for the other women around me. It was the affection that I felt for her. Lucilla laid there, her grey hair sprawled across the bed under her, outlining her voluptuous, pale body. Her rounded ears twitched as she gazed up at me, her face red. It was time to make her mine.

That’s when a thought struck me like a gong. Lucilla was no longer enslaved. I’d already enslaved two of my sisters. This whole time, Lucilla had already been enslaved, except that was no longer the case. She had her baby, and with that, the leash I had around her heart was severed. It was true that there were lingering feelings there, but it wasn’t enough. The god who had sent me to this world had been clear. I had to enslave all of my sisters. Getting their piece of the kingdom, their loyalty, or even their heart wasn’t even mentioned. I had to Lucilla mine once again.

I committed to that choice at that moment. I’d captured all three of my sisters, making it so that I will be one step closer to finally reuniting the kingdom. It was ultimately the reason I was here, and why I was going through all of it. It wasn’t just my desire. It was my duty.

“Brother?” Lucilla seemed to notice that I had stopped for a moment, my hands resting on her body as I was lost in thought.

“How about we make another child together, Lucilla?” I whispered gently.

Her eyes widened at my words. I could tell she was having a hard time trying to even think straight through the haze that activated because of the aphrodisiac she just consumed. Her face was only growing redder, and breathing thicker and heavier.

“E-Eh?” She whimpered.

“I want to make you mine again. I was to show you that it wasn’t a mistake,” I murmured, pressing my body onto her as she gasped, her body growing oversensitive as the aphrodisiac taking effect. “I think our daughter would love another brother or sister, right? I can show you that past or present, you’ll always be mine.”

Lucilla’s face was once again filled with reluctance. It was a reluctance deep inside that stemmed from a lifetime of pain, regret, and loss. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but that she was afraid things would go south. She started to open her mouth, but I didn’t allow her to say anything before I leaned down and captured her lips. I thoroughly enjoyed her sweet lips, taking in the feel and the taste.

“Mmm! Mmnnn…” She could only moan as my tongue explored her mouth aggressively.

The feel of her lips was addicting, and my cock throbbed as the warm feelings building between us started to grow and spread with each passing moment that only amplified my confidence.

“Ahhn!” her lips pulled away as she let out a cry. “David…”

A groan escaped my lips by the way she breathlessly said my name, and it seemed to have set something off in the both of us. I pushed up from her body so that I could yank off my shirt in one fluid motion. Then, my lips were on hers once more, filled with a need to dominate and conquer her. Of course, before I stuck it in, I wanted her to be ready.

I broke away from Lucilla just as suddenly as before, and then I back up to the point I was kneeling between her open legs that were still dangling off the bed. I lowered my head as I started to nibble and suckle on her delicate skin. She bit down on her lips to stifle a little moan as I trailed my tongue downwards to the fully exposed top length of her nightdress.

My hands moved to her breasts, where the palms began to cup them gently. They filled my fingers and palm up nicely. After giving the skin of her body several red bruises, I helped remove her nightdress, and by helped I meant that I tore it off of her. She gave a little squeak. Her naked breasts were now exposed in front of me, and her chest was heaving excitedly at the touches.

Before I could even allow her shyness to set in, I latched onto one of her puckered nipples, squeezing the bottom of her breasts passionately. The other free hand flicked and plucked at the other nipple, giving them undivided attention. I licked, sucked, rubbed, and lapsed up her breasts like a starved child, making her moan out my name.

With that, I let go of her puckered puffy nipple with a pop, my eyes on her. She looked down at me helplessly, her eyes having the look of a woman helpless to stop her husband from ravishing her.

“You like that, Lucilla?” I questioned.

Once more, she didn’t reply but whimpered loudly. I tsked, taking my time despite my mind going crazy with desire. “How much do you want this, Lucilla?”

“Please…” she trailed off weakly.

I knew I was being a bit cruel asking what she wanted, but I felt it was important. Lucilla had always put others first, and it was time that she got the freedom of choice. She had all of her life chosen for her, so I wanted her to say the words.

“You have to ask,” I inform her. “Or I’m not going to give you what you want.”

It’s then that she nodded feverishly. “I want you, my dearest brother…”

“What do you want, sister?”

“Please… make me pregnant. I want my brother’s baby!”

That’s what I was waiting for. My hands moved with speed and precision until I was fully naked before cupping her sex. A grin formed on my lips when I realized that she was drenched, her juices leaking all over the bed. My hands became bolder as I rubbed the bundle of nerves down below, causing her to cry out in pleasure immediately. She bucked and writhed under me while I gave her my complete attention.

“Do you love me?” I whispered in her ear.

She could barely keep her eyes open as they connected with mine. Her eyes already told me everything I needed to know, but it wasn’t me who needed to know it. Lucilla needed to admit it to herself.

“You know how I feel since we were children.” She tried to sidestep.

“Tell me,” I demanded, my fingers moving more aggressively. “Come on, Lucilla. Be a good girl for your brother, or this all stops. I want you to be truthful with me and what you want from today onwards. I want you to be selfish and only think of what you want. Now tell me.”

“Ahhhn! It’s too much… Ahhh…”

“Say it!”

“I love you!” She moaned, her hips rising as her body shook. “It’s always been you. Even when we were children, it was you that I wanted. Fuck me! Please… I need your cock. Fuck me, brother!”

I wasn’t expecting her sexual excitement to grow vulgar, but I had reached the point that I had teased her and myself enough. I pumped my cock a few times before aligning it with her slick, wet pussy. It was so warm that it was practically steaming. Her pussy was begging for my cock, and her womb thirsted for that thick cum that would make her pregnant again. I was far too excited after teasing her so much, so I slammed my dick inside her without restraint, filling her up in a single motion.

“Ah! David…suddenly just entering me like that,” she cried out, her eyes opening in pure ecstasy.

A shudder of pleasure overtook me as I pulled my hips back and slammed right back in. Her tight channel enveloped me, and I couldn’t stop.

“If you do it that intensely…hitting this deep inside of me, I’m not sure if I can last.” She shuddered.

“You can only last this long? I asked, grinning devilishly.

She arched her back, giving an upward thrust to meet me halfway as I slightly grazed at her swollen clit that was begging for my attention. The room was filled with the musky smell of us as our skin started slapping together.

“Ahnn… It’s completely different from the first time.” Lucilla cried through her moans. “You’re so much bigger, and the way you do that is driving me crazy!”

“That’s because I have more experience now,” I chuckled before I reached out to tweak at her nipples between my skipped fingers.

My sac slapped against her pussy with each thrust and quickly became coasted with her juices as my cock hammered deeper into her. It drove us both higher in pleasure until I couldn’t control myself anymore. I didn’t want our first time in a decade to be over so quickly, so I decided to keep talking to keep myself distracted.

“Not to mention, I’m working hard to make you pregnant again. You feel me hitting your womb, right? That’s where I’m going to release all of my seed inside of you, Lucilla.”

“Oh…my insides are getting messed up by your dick,” she panted.

Her hands began to claw at my chest, seeming to draw out a bit of blood. She started licking her fingers and then started licking my chest. I’d never seen her like that before, a delirious-like smile on her face as if she’s finally got the release she had wanted.

“My pussy will break if you keep this up. I might become addicted to you, brother.” She cried out.

“Look at you; being so honest with yourself,” I gritted out as I continued pistoning inside of her tightness. “Doesn’t it feel better to express yourself freely?”

Her tight wall seemed to clench even tighter around me, giving me the answer I already knew.

“Yes, it feels…so good,” she whimpered out loud.

“You’re mine,” I whispered to her softly, almost like a whisper.

I knew at this point that she was the same as the others. She was my family, and much like my other sisters, I needed to enslave and create a world for our children that they could live happily. I reached out to flick her bundle of nerves and pulled her in with a soft kiss. I didn’t stay there long, as I leaned down to suck, fondle, and knead her breasts. Her moans were filling the room up. It was clear she was in ecstasy.

“David… I’m going… to cum…”

“Say it!” I hissed into her ear.

“I’m yours,” she moaned out. “I’m David’s woman!”

“Good girl,” I praised her.

I started to pick up the pace and pounded with complete abandonment into her. Her legs wrapped s around me, squeezing me even tighter. Her body started shaking and convulsing as she held onto me for dear life.

“My mind is going blank…something is coming out,” she mewled out weakly.

I saw the change in her expression as her eyes seemed to lose cohesion and she began to cum wildly. I buried my face into her breasts and continued ramming my all into her. She was panting and crying out to me, thrashing her head back and forth by the stimulations. I could hear myself getting louder alongside her.

“Your big brother is going to take care of you from now on, so let go.”

“Please…make me a mother again, brother! I’m cumming!”

With that, her pussy squeezed me so hard; I saw stars before I emptied everything I had into her, filling so much that I could feel some oozing out and trickling down her thighs onto the bed. Gob after gob was injected deep into her. Both of us tried to catch out a breath after that intense moment as I continued to pump into her deeper.

“Take it all like a good little pet, my beautiful sister,” I groaned out, continuing to give her a much-needed white cream pie.

My cock throbbed excitedly, releasing enough that I was more than positive that my babies were already swimming in her cervix. She was once again my slave.

“I feel your hot stuff. You’re soaking deep inside of me,” she cried out.

“That’s because I’m making you a mother,” I reminded her as I slowly pulled out, kissing her once more on the lips before collapsing next to her. “You’re mine now.”

She instantly curled into me, seeming content by the little animal whimpers she made as she held onto me.

“I’m yours, brother. You can do whatever you want with me. Treat me like a toy. Pleasure me. Punish me. Just… never throw me away again.”

I looked down at her, a serious expression on my face. “I will never throw you away.”

She giggled a childish laugh, rubbing her face against my shoulder affectionately. That’s when I hear a light clapping. The pair of us looked down at the foot of the bed to see a little girl standing there.

“I’m so glad mom finally got the proper dicking she has been waiting for.” Isabella smiled happily.

“Izzy! Y-you…” Lucilla didn’t know how to respond.

“She doesn’t come in your room… huh?” I shot my sister a wry look.

“I said… she’s not supposed to…” Lucilla slowly hid her face under her blanket. “I never said she didn’t.”

“Mr. devil, will you enslave me too?” Isabella asked thoughtfully.

I only just found out I had a daughter, and it seemed I’d need to have the talk with her already!