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Chapter 66: Chapter Sixty-Six: Aria

I didn’t waste time on teasing. I pressed the thick head of my dick against Aria’s soaked, stretched entrance, rubbed it there once, twice, feeling her shudder, and then I drove my hips forward.

It was a brutal, complete invasion. My massive cock speared into her, burying itself to the hilt in one deep, splitting stroke. She had no time to adjust.

Aria’s back arched off the cold stone, her eyes flying wide. A scream, raw and shattered, tore from her throat. "*TOO BIG! NNNGGGHAAAA~! IT’S TOO BIG~!*"

I didn’t stop. I started fucking her, setting a rough, punishing rhythm from the first thrust. *Squelch. Slam. Squelch.* Her tight cunt was a slick, clenching paradise of resistance and surrender.

"Ah! Ah! Unh! Unh!" she chanted, her moans turning into a continuous, slutty wail. "Nhnnn! Nhnnn! So deep~!"

Vesper stood over us, watching with a cruel, amused smile. "Listen to her," she mocked, her voice cutting through Aria’s cries. "Screaming like a stuck pig. Is that how you sounded when you were trying to ride my fiancé’s knee, you desperate little whore?"

Aria could only sob in response, her body jolting with each of my deep drives.

Then Vesper’s taunts took a darker turn. "Of course you would. You have our mother’s lack of taste. Her complete absence of dignity."

I almost faltered in my rhythm.

...What?

"Don’t... *ah!*... don’t say that, big sis!" Aria gasped, the words broken by my thrusts.

*Big sis!?*

Vesper’s laugh was bitter and cold. "*Big sis?* Don’t you dare. You’re the stain our whore of a mother left after spreading her legs for a passing merchant." She looked at me, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Did you know, stud? This sniveling slut you’re pounding is my half-sister. A bastard. And this *bastard* dared to lay her filthy hands on my Dorian."

"I didn’t!" Aria wailed, another brutal thrust cutting her off. "*Nnngh!* He... he forced me!"

"Liar!" Vesper snapped. "You spread your legs for anything with a title and a pulse, just like our shameless mother! Cheating on her husband, *my father*, and then having the gall to die and leave her mistake in *my* house!"

I kept fucking Aria through the family drama, my hips pistoning mechanically. The maid was a wreck, tears and sweat and drool mixing on her face. Her body, however, betrayed her. The intense stimulation, the emotional chaos, kept triggering sharp, squirting orgasms. "Nnnnghyeah~! I’m... cumming! Again! AH!"

Each time she came, Vesper would sneer. "Disgusting. Cumming while being insulted. You really are a true slut. It’s in your tainted blood."

"S-shut up!" Aria sobbed, her hips meeting mine in a frantic, involuntary rhythm. "Nhnnn! You... you jealous... bitch! AH!"

"Jealous? Of *you*?" Vesper’s voice dripped with venom. "Of a maid I pay to clean up cum? A bastard I pay my new stud to fuck? Please. I’m simply ensuring the family bloodline is... properly managed. By outsourcing."

This shit was insane.

The sound of wet slaps and broken moans. I was the fucking machine at the center of their hateful, tangled history, pumping into the illegitimate sister while the legitimate heir watched and hurled insults, her own perverse desires hanging over it all like a promised reward.

My hands, which had been braced on the stone floor, moved to Aria’s tits. They were full, soft, and bounced wildly with each of my thrusts. I grabbed them roughly, squeezing and kneading, pinching her nipples until they were stiff, dark peaks. The added sensation made her scream louder, her back arching sharply.

"Nnngh! Yes! Play with them!" she begged, the fight momentarily gone, lost in the physical overload.

"See?" Vesper taunted, her voice a husky, hateful whisper close to Aria’s ear. "He doesn’t even have to try. You’re so easy. So *cheap*. Just like when you let Dorian feel you up in the pantry. Did his noble hands get you this wet, you traitorous slut?"

"He... ah!... he *promised* me things!" Aria cried, her anger flaring again through the pleasure. "Things *you* would never share! You greedy, cold *bitch*!"

"Promises from a man promised to *me*?" Vesper’s laugh was sharp as a blade. "You really are our mother’s daughter. Believing the lies of any man who glances your way. He was bored. You were convenient. A hole to stick his dick in while he waited for the *real* prize."

The insults escalated, becoming more personal, more vile. They cursed each other’s parentage, their worth, their very existence, their voices rising in a furious duet over the soundtrack of my relentless fucking. *Squelch. Slam. Slap.*

"You’re just a glorified broodmare for the family name!" Aria shrieked, her body clenching around me.

"And you’re the unwanted calf they forgot to drown!" Vesper shot back, her eyes blazing.

I was a piston in a storm of hatred. Aria’s cunt was a soaking, convulsing paradise, tightening rhythmically as her climax approached again, fueled by rage and sensation. My own release was a freight train bearing down, inevitable.

With a final, guttural cry that was half-sob, half-triumph, Aria came. Her pussy clamped down on me in a series of violent, milking spasms, her juices gushing around my shaft. "NNNNGGGGHHEEEEE~!"

That trigger was all I needed. I slammed into her one last time, grinding deep, and let go. I came in buckets. Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded her womb, painting her insides. I kept pumping, filling her until I felt it start to seep back out around our joined flesh.

Vesper watched, her breath coming faster, a flush of dark arousal on her cheeks. As Aria lay beneath me, twitching and gasping, utterly stuffed, Vesper leaned down, her lips almost touching her half-sister’s ear.

"Get pregnant, you fucking bastard whore," she whispered, the words dripping with a lewd, vicious hope. "Get fat with commoner seed. Let Dorian see the proof of what a cheap, used hole you are. Let my father see the living proof of his wife’s infidelity *breeding* in his house." She straightened up, looking at the mess I’d made of Aria with disdainful satisfaction. "That’s one gold coin earned, stud. Now, get off her. The beastkin pens won’t clean themselves."

She turned and walked back to her throne, leaving her half-sister weeping and overflowing on the floor, and me spent, sticky, and one step closer to the dubious prize at the end of this degrading rainbow.

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After Aria had been dismissed, stumbling away on shaky legs, a visible trail of my cum dripping down her thigh... Vesper gestured for me to sit on a low, plush couch tucked between two towering shelves of arcane components. The adrenaline and exertion were crashing down, leaving a hollow, sticky fatigue. I sank into the cushions.

Vesper didn’t sit. She paced slowly in front of me, her shadow dagger gone, her hands clasped behind her back. The cruel amusement had faded from her face, replaced by something colder, more distant. She wasn’t looking at me; she was looking through me, at a memory.

"You’ve met the bitch," she began, her voice flat. "Now let me tell you about her story."

She stopped pacing, her heterochromatic eyes fixing on a point somewhere over my shoulder. "My mother was a beauty. The kind that makes men stupid and wives nervous. She married my father for his merchant empire. He married her for her noble family connections. A classic tale."

A humorless smirk touched her lips. "I was seven. I couldn’t sleep. I went looking for her. I found her in the west wing conservatory. It was supposed to be her private sanctuary." Vesper’s voice didn’t waver, but it grew quieter, tighter. "Three men. Guards, I think. Maybe merchants. I don’t remember their faces. I remember the sounds. The wet slaps. The grunts. The way she moaned... not like a noble wife. Like a bitch. They had her bent over the divan, one in her mouth, one in her cunt, one waiting his turn. She saw me. Standing in the doorway in my nightgown. And she... smiled. Winked. Then went back to sucking."

The image was lewd and brutal... Damn.

"My father found out, of course. He didn’t divorce her. That would be bad for business. Instead, he had the men killed. Slowly. Made her watch the first execution. Then he locked her in her rooms. She was a prisoner in her own gilded cage for five years." Vesper finally looked at me, her eyes hard. "She died of a ’fever.’ Convenient. She left behind her legitimate daughter—me—to inherit her husband’s cold disdain. And her bastard daughter—Aria—the living proof of her infidelity, to be raised as a servant in the house she betrayed."

Vesper’s story-telling calm evaporated, burned away by a fresh, bubbling geyser of contempt. She resumed pacing, her movements jerky with suppressed fury.

"And that thing," she spat, gesturing violently in the direction Aria had gone, "learned nothing. Absorbed nothing but the whorishness. She is our mother’s sin, walking and breathing and dripping all over my home."

She stopped, facing me, her eyes blazing. "Do you know what she did? Within a year of her first blood, she was spreading her legs for the stable master. Then the head guard. Then the fucking groundskeeper’s apprentice. She has the moral compass of a rat in heat. And then..." Vesper’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Dorian. My Dorian. She waited until he was deep in his cups, draped herself over him like the cheap velvet she is, and tried to convince him that a taste of the ’help’ would be... exciting. A diversion."

Her voice dropped to a seething, venomous whisper, laced with curses so foul and creative they would make a dockside brawler blush. "That rancid, cock-hungry cunt. That spillage of defective genes. That walking, talking advertisement for retroactive abortion."

... Wow.

I feel that she doesn’t like her sister very much.

She took a ragged breath, trying to regain control. "So I humiliated her. I thought, if she wants to be a whore, I’ll dress her like one. I’ll make her a living, breathing joke. Those ’clothes’ are her uniform. A reminder of what she is." A bitter, frustrated snarl twisted her lips. "But the joke’s on me, isn’t it? Men see her like that and their brains leak out of their cocks. They don’t see humiliation. They see a free sample. Dorian certainly did. My punishment only made her more appealing to the very filth she attracts."

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