The static of white noise wasn't so loud anymore. Ebbing away, as faint as it was, allowed her reeling mind to focus on the other details of the escalated encounter. To concentrate more, perhaps, on how her heart throbbed so painfully against its calcium cage, almost as if it were in tune to the bucking of Cayn's masculinity. Blanketing the bedroom was hot air, sticky like a film that clung to the skin, and despite the bedroom door's half-open state, it did little to ease up the swelling of rampant one-sided passion. She could barely notice the cooler atmosphere.<br/><br/>Valeria's attention was frequently trained on the sense of pain lacing against her insides, the precious organ of her womanhood stretching further apart to accommodate the unfamiliar weight of her brother's girth. The rigidity of the male organ was surprising, capable of maintaining stiff form solely from the pressure of blood flowing to the lower extremity. Life was impressive; investing in such crude and intimate habits to allow the easier passing of seed into the flower. She was only familiar from high school sexual education classes and the occasional chapter on reproductive health in biology. Other than the most basic of knowledge, the rest was a lack of experience - something her brother held far above her head. His long list of girlfriends had taught him something it would seem.<br/><br/>There was no denying it hurt, even with the way Cayn shifted a bit more gentle through her heat. Tight tissue pulled in all the right ways, and despite the ache of their twisted consummation, the slick friction riding so hypnotically against melding walls was almost pleasant. The body was more primitive then the brain, far more easily persuaded by the push and pull of the union; frequency of grinding hips together. It was positively heady in the worst of ways.<br/><br/>Her once painted lips were partially agape, easing out the high-strung breath of a female overcome with both emotional and physical dishevel. The mind reacted one way, and the flesh the other - welcoming the growing pressure that started to take root. God, why did it feel so good to be creating the union of something so wrong? At ends with the turmoil, Valeria snagged onto the breathless purr sweeping into her ear, and numbly let warm lips stroke their tender trail across the smooth contours of a feminine jawline. Cayn was much more gentler, now that his madness was preoccupied in burying itself in deep. If it were to spill over burrowed inside, would she catch the sickness that inflamed his brain like a fever?<br/><br/>"I..." Valeria was unsure how to respond to his quiet inquiry of appraisal, voice thick with unshed tears. "I don't know. I-it hurts." It was as quiet as a whisper, nearly rendered incoherent when the sensation of pleasure started to fracture through her nerves, warping sigh into a muffled moan. Her body was disconnected from her brain. And when her dear older brother propped himself up on long limbs, she finally permitted her head to turn; splaying further the black hair that stuck wet to her forehead with sweat, relaxed line of her eyes probed the sight of his face. Cayn's features were dappled with the red flush of strain, and it was apparent he was enjoying every second. It was blurry, however, for her eyelashes were stuck together with the waterline of weeping. Pain, sadness, the visage could be deciphered in many ways.<br/><br/>Everything below the waist felt tampered, damaged in the way the first time occasionally was with woman on the smaller scale. The scent of blood was the faintest of perfumes, and the coppery twinge alone harked to the ordeal the mark of purity was ruptured. She let the beads fall just as she let her hand be lifted to the line of her brother's neck. Hooked around the skin, a collar Valeria hesitatingly completed with her other shaking appendage, she locked her slender fingers together to give him the affection he sought out so badly like a lost dog.<br/><br/>It was better to just heed the tepid advice Cayn had fed into her ear. She wanted to struggle, to free herself from the erect acquaintance of intimacy, but Valeria figured that every act of disobedience set off his mounting aggression. He'd grow rough the more she managed to disrupt the rhythm he sought to find, and came to quickly catch onto his little game. Play it safe least the fresh tears of crimson widen. He wouldn't hurt her if she let him finish taking what was already becoming his, trapping her further into a derailed experience of pain and pleasure.<br/><br/>The colorful collection of bruises were already forming on her shoulders, in between her legs that she mournfully kept open for him. With the points of skinny knees digging into his waist and her half exposed chest shuddering out a sigh, she lay spread out before him over the rumpled covers. Valeria was a fake bride in the tatters of a makeshift wedding dress.