In the shadowed halls of House Valyr, where whispers of power echoed like dragon wings, Elena leaned against the stone archway, her eyes locked on her brother Marcus. 'You play the honorable knight so well, brother,' she purred, her voice sharp as Valyrian steel. 'But we both know this game of thrones demands more than swords— it craves flesh and fire.'
Marcus turned, jaw tight. 'Elena, this is madness. Our blood—'
'Our blood makes it sweeter,' she cut in, stepping close, her fingers tracing his chest. 'Tell me you haven't dreamed of claiming your sister like the Lannisters of old. Or are you too weak for real power?'
He swallowed, but his gaze betrayed him, dropping to her curves. 'You're playing with fire.'
'And you're already burning,' she smirked, pressing against him. Her hand slid lower, finding him hard. 'Mmm, this cock doesn't lie.'
Marcus groaned as she stroked him through his breeches. 'Elena...'
'Quiet,' she commanded, strong and unyielding. Dropping to her knees, she freed his throbbing length. 'Watch me take what I want.' Her mouth enveloped him in a wet, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he grew harder. He panted, sweating, hands in her hair but yielding to her rhythm.
'Gods, your mouth is wicked,' he rasped.
She pulled back, lips glistening. 'And your cock tastes like forbidden victory.' Rising, she shoved him to the bed, straddling him. Hiking her skirts, she revealed her dripping pussy, already wet and horny. 'Feel how ready I am for you.'
She sank down, taking him deep. They moved in frantic rhythm—her ass grinding, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him dominantly. 'Harder,' she demanded, panting. 'Make your sister come.'
Sweat slicked their skin. Marcus thrust up, hitting her core until she cried out, her pussy clenching. He followed, cock pulsing as he came, cum spilling deep inside her. They collapsed, bodies trembling, the game only beginning.
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