Valeria was unable to stop herself from shuddering around him, but refused, as best as she could, to give in to the budding pleasure even when Cayn angled his hips to press with determination. So eager. It was almost enough to wrench out from her a quiet moan and with her head titled back, the pulse point in her throat ran rampant.<br/><br/>But then it was all over.<br/><br/>Her breath caught hard and painful when dear brother dug in one last time; an injection of intense heat pooling deep into the caverns of wet folds. It was a desecrated union of blood, ejaculate; the seed he sowed like rust through her body. Cayn sunk into her heat, and tired, traumatized Valeria wearily tolerated his hot mouth over her own as she took her time to pick through the wreck of her brain.<br/><br/>It was over, finally over. She had survived the rape that throbbed up her inflamed core. A crown of bruises was sure to spawn once their connection were to finally be broken, and her brother far away from the humid bedroom - the tainted space that saw the tears of crimson shed. It trickled down like the water that spilled unburdened from her eyes. He had had his fill, and she had been subjected to enough torment.<br/><br/>The young woman's arms were slack, limp about Cayn's neck as he chose to hide himself away in her throat. Bringing himself close easily saw her blanketed in his scent, thick and salty with the film of sweat and the spilled entanglement of masculinity. His declaration was sweet, slithering out those meaningful words like a brother would say to a sibling, but out of context it was simply twisted - less familial, more romantic. One of his hands lay over her exposed breast, and she wondered if he could feel how her heart pounded with anxiety beneath the flesh.<br/><br/>In the arms of a snake she was threaded quiet demands. The madness had not yet seeped over, refusing to completely drain into the depths like the climax of the act had granted. Her brother, hair wet in his eyes, looked much more relaxed against her bones, and she permitted the half-lidded glint of her gaze to peer where his fair features lay in the crook of shoulder and neck. Cayn wanted her word, yet all she could do was bless him with honeyed lies. "I'm not... I won't do it again." But the anxiety of being subjected to her newest intimate acquaintance was real. "Just please... please don't force me to do this again. Albert won't know." She gritted out against the fingers that gently grazed against her aching lips.<br/><br/>Valeria was ragged in the tearing of her gown, a tarnished love bleeding raw and bloodied in the cradle of Cayn's limbs. The wedding bed was sullied, tangled between them with the spots of red, and darling sister was slowly coming out of the haze of what just passed. Mother, father. Her heart skipped into her throat and the blood froze in her veins. Unspeakable, what he had just torn away from her.