Page 41 of Traithorn

I take her in. So gorgeous and somine.

She won’t get away from us now.

I lost her once. I won’t lose her again.

As I lean in to tug her nipple into my mouth, I catch her writhing beneath me. A soft and delicate moan escapes her, fragile and breakable.

Her expressions morph into one of horror as her arousal grows, and I use it as lube on the bat. Then, I take it out and line it against her ass. Her entire body instantly tenses.

“No—Vernon, what are you doing?” She leans up on her elbows as good as she can with the silk ribbons restricting her movements.

“Making you scream,” I reply with a curled smirk, gentlypushing the bat inside her ass, not waiting for her complaints.

She loves this—I know it in the way she moans out, arching her back. The way she squirms, cries out, and screams from the intrusion, panting, but I can’t tell if it’s from her emotions or the heat. Probably both.

“Fuck, Vernon,” she moans, trying to get away.

I tug on her nipple harder, making her moan louder, giving her the ecstasy she doesn’t really deserve.

“I love the way you scream my name. Scream louder for me,” I command, thrusting the baseball bat in and out of her in a rapid pace that leaves wetness gushing out of her.

Her chest is heaving with each moan, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

I don’t like it at all, the loss of contact with her.She’s mine. Her attention is supposed to be on me!

“Don’t you dare look away from me. Give me those sinful eyes, Isolde,” I order. She instantly obeys.

Such a good fucking girl.

I continue fucking her with the bat, adding a finger in her sweet pussy that makes her moan even louder.

There’s a loud clatter of porcelain being laid upon stone, and I look back to find Celine staring at Isolde, coming closer.

As soon as Isolde hears Celine’s heels clicking against the floor, she stiffens.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Celine smirks.

“But—”

“Come on now. Show my brother how beautiful you look when you fall apart.”

“I’ve already seen her,” I snap back.

Celine’s right before us now. “I’ve made her come more times than you ever will.”

Isolde’s breath catches, and she goes very still, as if she has turned to stone. I watch her eyes flicker to Celine, then back tome, until her gaze settles on the baseball bat between her legs. Her cheeks flush a deep, tender shade of red as she tries to shift away.

“Can you not right now?” she breathes, more embarrassed than anything.

I nod, but the tension inside me snaps and I plunge the bat inside her one final time, pinching her clit with my other hand. Those sensations, along with Celine staring at Isolde like she were a meal to be devoured, throw her right over the edge, and she comes crashing down.

“You come so beautifully,” I lean up, claiming her lips for the first time since she left us three years ago.

She’s reluctant at first, but quickly gives in, allowing my tongue to prod her lips. Biting her lip, satisfaction fills me as beads of blood escape, and I lap every single one of them up.

“I-I…” she tries to get out, and I can practically see the war raging inside her head. Her thoughts take over her mind, until that’s the only thing she can think of. I know she’s trying to make sense of this entire situation, but there’s no making sense of it.

It just is. Like it was always supposed to be.

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