Arthur chuckled, his breath hot against her ear, enjoying the way she shuddered in his grasp.
"Oh?" He teased, his fingers gliding down to toy with the curve of her waist.
"You say that, but your body's telling a completely different story, sister-in-law."
Alia bit her lip, hard.
"I-It's just a reflex! A-a lady can't help it if she's… sensitive!"
Arthur snorted. "Sensitive, huh?"
Before she could blink, his hands gripped her ass with both palms, kneading and squeezing like he was a damn sculptor crafting his masterpiece.
Alia let out a sound so embarrassingly sinful that she slapped a hand over her own mouth.
Arthur grinned like the devil himself. "Ohhh, sister-in-law. I think I just found a new favorite toy."
His cock—hot, heavy, demanding—twitched against her ass, making his intentions crystal fucking clear.
"W-what are you doing back there…?" she managed, voice shaky, breathless. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire
Arthur leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm just getting started."
His bare chest pressed against her back—warm, solid, and undeniably possessive—while his cock, hard as hell and unapologetic, prodded her ass like it was trying to start a conversation.
"Don't you want to see the instrunt that's going to stop your… leakage, sister-in-law?"
His voice was velvet dipped in sin, each syllable a slow, deliberate stroke against her unraveling restraint. Gods, why did that sound so dangerously seductive?
She gulped, her trembling hands instinctively landing on top of his, his grip a steady anchor on her stomach.
"Y-yes…"
A shiver tore through her as he pressed a kiss to her nape—slow, teasing, lips trailing a fire along her spine.
"Look down…"
She obeyed, her gaze drifting past her bunched-up gown, past the tension coiling in her gut. And then—she saw it.
At first, it was just a shadow—thick, ominous, promising. Then, like so forbidden magic trick, a bulbous tip pushed into view—proud, daring, unashad.
"Oh… oh my…"
She whispered, clutching his hands tighter, desperate, as if they were the only thing grounding her to reality. Her mind did frantic gymnastics, twisting and tumbling to comprehend the sheer size of the beast pressing against her.
"How is it, sister-in-law? To your liking?"
His voice was a purr of dark amusent, lips grazing her ear, teeth catching her delicate earlobe in a playful nibble.
Alia couldn't look away—her wide, disbelieving eyes locked on the absolute monster between her legs.
Her breath hitched, voice trembling as she stamred,
"I-it's two… no, t-two tis bigger than your brother's. T-this… I-I don't think it's going to fit…"
Her words shook with uncertainty, but her gaze stayed locked on the cock in question—thick, veined, throbbing, like it had a mind of its own.
Then, as if taunting her hesitation, it twitches upward—the tip grazing her puffy, drenched folds, a sinful tease of what was to co.
Heat surged through her core like a lightning bolt, her knees buckling.
Her pussy clenched, empty and frustrated, practically screaming at him,
'Put it in, you bastard!'
"Oh, it'll fit, sister in law. I fucking promise."
As if sealing the vow with action, his cock twitched again—this ti smacking her soaked folds with a firm, teasing slap.
"Ahh!"
A gasp tore from her lips as another rush of molten heat shot through her, leaving her clinging to him for balance. Her legs wobbled like a newborn fawn, barely holding her up.
Arthur chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist. "Careful now. We wouldn't want you collapsing before I even get my instrunt inside."
His hand slid down, fingers strong and possessive as they sank into the plushness of her thigh. Then, in one smooth, effortless motion, he lifted her leg, spreading her wide open.
Her breath hitched—her soaked, aching pussy now completely exposed, glistening in the dim light. No barriers, no secrets, just the undeniable reality of how desperately she wanted this.
She didn't protest, not even as a startled yelp left her lips. Instead, her eyes locked onto the scene below, where his monstrous cock stood an inch below her throbbing entrance, thick, veined, and pulsing like it was about to ruin her for anything else.
Arthur smirked at her silence, his voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that sent shivers straight to her core.
"Grab it."
A pause.
Her breath stuttered.
"W-what?"
His smirk widened. "You heard , sister-in-law. Grab it. Guide it in."
His words dripped with authority, sending a new wave of needy, desperate heat coursing through her body.
"Grab it," he commanded, his voice dark and dripping with authority.
Before she could even think, her fingers wrapped around the beast between them.
Holy fuck.
The intense heat, the sheer size, the pulsing veins beneath her palm—it was less of a cock and more of a goddamn life choice.
Her fingers barely closed around it, her grip faltering as she just… stared.
This thing isn't ant for humans.
Arthur let out a deep chuckle, reading her mind with that cocky, knowing smirk. "Now," he murmured, voice like molten sin, "grind on it. Make the entrance nice and wet."
Her body obeyed before her brain could even process the command.
The bulbous tip nudged against her soaked entrance, sliding through the slick ss of her dripping folds. The sheer size of it made her core flutter and clench instinctively, as if her pussy was trying to drag it in despite the impossible stretch it would demand.
The sensation was… primal, filthy, overwhelming.
"O-oh y-yes…" she whimpered, her voice a breathy confession.
His grip on her soft thighs tightened, a low groan rumbling against her ear as his cock throbbed in her grasp. "That's it," he praised, voice like a reward for her obedience. "That's fucking perfect. Look at you, my little slut. You were made for this, weren't you?"
Her cheeks burned, but the filthy words only spurred her on.
With each grind, her sensitive, needy lips parted more, cradling the tip as if her body knew exactly where it belonged.
The slow, torturous drag of slick heat against steel-hard length sent shudders raking up her spine, lting her against his chest.
She barely noticed when her head lolled back, resting against his shoulder, her breath hitching with every teasing stroke.
Arthur's smirk widened. "You're soaking already, sister-in-law. So eager. You're gonna take every inch, aren't you?"
He said, his voice laced with that wicked edge she both hated and loved.
His left hand joined the party, snaking around her stomach and holding her tightly against him. His cock twitched against her dripping pussy, clearly enjoying the ridiculous tale he was spinning.
Her breath hitched, her grip tightening around the throbbing monster in her hand.
"You are so fucking hot, sister-in-law," he purred against her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of her lobe.
A violent shudder wracked her body, her pussy clenching hard around nothing, desperate, aching.
**Gods, he was insufferable—**and insanely, unfairly hot.
How the hell had she even gotten here?
Her mind was a scrambled ss, barely able to hold onto coherent thought when he was like this—touching her, whispering filthy things, making her body betray her in the most obscene ways.
Arthur let out a dark chuckle, his smirk pressing into her flushed skin. "But enough teasing—" his voice was a husky demand now, thick with need, "now, guide it to your entrance."
She swallowed, her pulse pounding in her ears. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she angled his cock down, the fat, leaking tip pressing against her swollen, slick folds.
The second it made contact, a gasp tore from her lips.
Heat.
Hardness.
A teasing, torturous stretch that sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to her core.
"That's it," he murmured, his hands spreading her thighs wider as if to offer her up to him completely. "Go slow, let your little pussy feel every inch before I ruin it."
Her legs trembled, her entrance fluttering around the thick intrusion, barely taking in the tip, but already the stretch was making her toes curl.
Her voice was breathless, almost pleading. "I-it's too big…"
Arthur growled, his fingers digging into her waist, holding her steady. "You'll take it, love. Nice and deep. Just like that."
She let out a whimper, her hips twitching as she eased herself down another inch, her walls struggling but desperate to accommodate him.
He groaned low, his head tilting back for a mont before he leaned in again, nuzzling into her neck with a wicked smirk.
"You feel that?" he murmured, his voice smug and knowing. "You're already stretching for . Look how well you're taking it, sister-in-law. Such a good fucking girl."
His praise sent a shiver of raw pleasure through her, and before she could stop herself, her hips moved on their own, pushing down another inch, swallowing more of him.
His cock throbbed inside her, pulsing against her clenching walls, forcing a gasped moan from her lips.
Arthur smirked. "Mmm… Keep going, love. I want you to take it all. Every… last… inch."
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