Night Before The Storm

It had been quite as of late... but, of course, that was to be expected. After all, princess Eirik, her beloved brother prince Ephraim and the small band of soldiers that they managed to scrape together were safely within the boarders of Frelia, a nation that harbored no ill will to the two children of Renais, nor those that would serve them to the death in their fight against the mighty Grado Empire.

To be more precise, they were within the walls of Frelia castle itself, the very heart and soul of the nation where Pegasi still fly freely amongst the clouds. An ancient structure like most castles, the exhausted and weary band could rest and relax, with no fear of an enemy attack. After all, between them and the enemy lie walls several feet thick with extra soldiers stationed within said walls to keep an opposing force short of a full scale invasion force sporting catapults and balista.

The hour is that of midnight, that giant, brilliant gem of a full moon sits high in the night sky, bathing everything in its glorious pale light. At this time, one might think all but the night watch would be sound asleep.. but not Eirik. Dressed for bed hours ago in a little piece of cloth that Tana, the princess of Frelia and one of her best friends tried to pass off on her as a nightgown, she wanders the halls of the massive structure, her small, bare feet barely make a sound as she trudges along.

She was in no hurry to go anywhere, she had no real set destination. As she walks along, she shivers a bit, it was a rather cold night, and castles have never been know for being able to keep out drafts. Her arms, still a tad pale and rather lacking muscle mass, even after all the long hours of combat in the sun she had faced wrapped around her small frame in a vain attempt to keep herself warm.

She'd been wandering for a good hour now, her brilliant teal eyes glazed over. One could speculate that she's suffering from trauma. Another could say she's in a state of deep thought. A third would say it was both. But, the second man would be correct. It had only been a few days since she met up with her twin brother, so long after he went off to war. She was so happy to see him, alive and well... but he seemed to hardly notice her.

Sure, there was a bit of talk... she even hugged him. But he just shrugged her off, barely giving her a hug in return before going off to speak with Seth about Renais and those soldiers that had joined up under her command. She had worried for him, some nights she literally cried herself to sleep, thinking he may just very well be dead

Abuse Of Power

"I told you to remove your armor, girl!"

He growled at her, his axe gleamed in the brightly lit chamber as he brought it up. She whimpered at the sight of his... it was huge, and with it, he could more than likely cleave her in half. But still, she didn't want to... she didn't want to give into him. But what choice did she have? He was her commander, she was a loyal soldier... she had a duty to Grado and to him, to obey his orders...

So, she did as he commanded. Her little hands trembled as she began to remove piece after piece of her armor, beginning with the armor attached to the belt around her slender waist. It made a dull clanking noise as it fell off her body, causing his eyes and ears to perk up. More and more of her armor fell to the stone floor, her shoulder guards, the heart shaped red plate over her chest with a white top... and then, finally, the base chest plate itself.

He looked at her slender young form with leering eyes and she trembled. She was scared of him, this beast of a man... he was vicious and cruel, totally without conscience. His eyes roamed her body, from the tops of her thigh high boots, her uncovered little thighs leading up to her short, frilly white skirt... and then further up. Her slender little waistline hidden beneath her tight, red top, her flat little stomach...

He paused at her chest, examining it. She blushed a bright red, her little hands tried to cover the sight of her supple, still growing breasts pressing the material of her top outwards, showing to the world that she was, in-fact, a woman. He growls at her, then pulled her hands away, making her whimper ever louder. He kept one of her hands in his own and applied pressure, just enough to let her know that he means business.

Placing his axe down, next to what the other soldier's sarcastically referred to as "Lord Fatasses Iron Reinforced Throne", he grabs a hold of the red fabric. Taking a deep breath, he closes her eyes, her little body trembling more and more, knowing full well that he's going to rip it from her chest. The very thought of being exposed in such a way, to him, to be so open to his own devices is enough to bring tears to her eyes.

He smirks upon seeing a few tears roll down her bright red cheeks, he gets a sick, twisted sense of pleasure out of seeing such a thing. He licks his lips in anticipation, and then, swiftly, he pulls his hand down, ribbing the fabric apart, revealing her supple little breasts, her nipples reacting instantly to the cold air by growing hard.

"Comma-"

She starts, to beg him to let her go, but he bellows at the very sound of her voice;

"Master! You will refer to me as Master!"


"Show my dick some attention, you little whore!"

He forces her down his body, dropping to her knees. She looks at his immense shaft, her cheeks growing ever more red, gasping as he pushes her face against it, making her rub her cheek over it. Pard of her wants to moan, to take a hold of it, to do all kinds of things... but that part is pushed down hard and fast as she remembers that she's being basically raped and molested.

If she gave in, then basically everything he said about her would be true.

Jealousy

Sitting him down, she lifts his chin up, so he's looking at her. He can tell she's angry at him

"Ewan... what's gotten into you? Why are you acting like this?"



The tears flow more and more freely as he looks up at her, he trembles slightly. Burying his face into her chest,

"I don't want anybody to take you away from me!"

Snuggle his head onto her chest, he sniffles a few times, his tears slowly down quite a bit. She looks down at her little brother and places a slender hand onto the back of his head, stroking his hair softly as her other takes a hold of his shoulder. She comforts him as best she can, but it seems just being with her is having a calming effect.

"Nobody will ever take me from you... you're my little brother, after all..."

She says to him in a soothing tone. He sniffles a few more times, his trembling and crying coming to a quick end. He face slips between her breasts, his breathing returning to normal, it seems that he's calmed down completely. She smiles as she looks down at him, seeing only the top of his head, her fingers trying to neaten up his seemingly forever messy hair.

"I... I know... but..."

"But...?

"I... I don't want you... to replace me..."

She pauses for a moment, wondering what he means by that. As she ponders, his hands slowly move upwards, toward her chest. Still unsure, she goes to ask... but, all that comes out from her is a gasp as his hands take a hold of her breasts. Squeezing them through her top, he removes his head from her chest and looks up at his older sister, noticing that her eyes are closed, her mouth open as she moans softly.

Pushing her down, onto the bed, he straddles her body. She writhes under his touch, her moans growing louder and louder as he squeezes them with ever increasing roughness, her nipples have grown hard, she can feel them being ground into his palms. She mewls softly between moans, her nipples dgging deeper into his palms as they're ground harder against her.

"Sister... I... I'm the man of this family... I'm supposed to take care of you, to watch out for you... to fulfill your needs and desires as best as I can.

I've ignored you for so long now, I've been so busy with my training that I forgot about you... but I want to change that. I want to prove that you don't need anybody else, sister! I'll sow you that I'm the only man you need...!"

He says as he looks down as his writhing, moaning older sister, a smile coming to his lips, knowing that she's enjoying herself. Up until now, he didn't notice it... but now, with his hands on them, her breasts seem... small than they were before he left for his training. But then again, it seems to be par for the course when it comes to dancers. Breasts are, after all, mostly fat, and dancers aren't really known for their high body fat.



"Ohhh... little brother...!"

She mewls as his lips suckle on one of her nipples, his tongue lapping at its very tip. One of his hands takes a hold of her other breast and fondles it roughly, making her moan with every squeeze. She places her hand back onto his head, her fingers worming their way into his hair, her other slipping to his back. She pulls him closer to her