It had made him evil, the way her voice urged him on. He'd laughed at his soul sucking up darkness like any manner of fabric in any manner of bloodbath. Perfect actress because she was being completely honest. He swallowed at the glisten along her thighs, when that proof of his superior punishments flitred with him loudly during her escape. Really, he'd though, baring himself and his impossible hardness, this was a kindness to Naella, who'd surely only made love to ghosts of him until now. After all, she was moaning the same for his caresses as for his slaps. Ego at infinite.<br/><br/>His heart became denser when he woke Iris's voice out of her role. She must have had such sadistic makers, to show off her weaknesses to plainly. Poor flower, calling at her master in confusion if he made the smallest sign of discontentment toward her. So he left her there, thinking she failed in any way, to enjoy both her portrait of a sister who didn't know what she wanted, and the grown creature who only existed for him. What a lovely ode his baby Naelle became, skewered on his every intent. Was she having the time of her life underneath those tell-tale whimpers and the revealing quaking? Ah, he'd always known she would. How fitting that her inner was being shaped to hold onto him completely. If he had the will to remember, he'd recognize it from Greta in the car, too.<br/><br/>He drag air in, ragged, like breaking ocean surface but the oxygen was dirty, when that sweet song laced into the other sounds. She hiccuped when he was being violent with her willing hips, like he was remaking her version of every verse to his liking. Kedrick licked his lower lip and squeezed one tit harshly, the one she'd not forbidden him from when they slept close, that night. It had always been this, hadn't it? Heartbroken girl looking for her brother's delicious torment. Hah. He'd been a bad sibling for not giving her this kind of escape back then. Delirious, lonely Ayes heir, dressing his pulsing want with his Naella's likeness, and inventing grand stories. Of only the flower thing had been given the means to criticize. And the burn of it was that, perhaps, this could be an exaggeration or a retelling rather than complete fiction. Naella, truly, had never denied him.<br/><br/>"What a wicked thing you are, Naella." he said, teasing with affection even as she was trying to sing a lullaby, run-through in the most forbidden way. Kedrick pinched hard at the bud of the breast he was claiming before letting go, proud of the trickle of Iris's honey that dripped from it now. While his hips had no mercy for the sopping, taut slit, his hand came between her lower back and the table to sit her up. The new angle let him be even higher inside her belly, and he hunched down for greater leverage from which to push, but also to suckle on the little honey source he'd created with his biting nails. What a decadent cruelty that ran through his selfish mind then, when he pushed her back down, breast's detail still between his teeth, keeping it for himself to leave his sister and the nymph underneath without.<br/><br/>The nipple tasted well, similar to the flower she'd served up on a palate, but rawer because she'd not planned, and he could feel it unfold into petals before meeting its end between loving, unforgiving molars. As he towered over her again, her back once more on the wooden flat, he swallowed her down as he filled her up. Narcissistic and drunk on all these delights, he held his palm to her belly, over the shallow, fleshy, slick grave in which his length's head was buried, and felt through Iris's narrow skin how he spilled inside her. He hummed the tune himself, darkly, satisfied.<br/><br/>"Aren't you just the best little house plant." he mumbled, addled by the rapture still shaking him. There was much catharsis in finally treating Naella to what he'd been saving for her, all their childhood. He leaned down to nuzzle her neck, and seek refuge against her skin the way he would when they'd been outside, and his scarf hadn't been warm enough. Endearing, if he wasn't still inside her hugging affection. "Thank you." he whispered, and it was to both.<br/><br/>Kedrick was refreshed despite his fatigued, milked heart, and he lifted her do him, legs still around his, like when she had bad nightmares, and had him collect her to his room. It wasn't so brotherly, was it, to have her bounce strangely on the still hot token inside her. At least her carried her merrily, and kissed her hair. "I think you're bad for me, Iris." he whispered. "But I think that's what I want."<br/><br/>He would keep her close for the rest of the day, and work underneath the dome of the sitting area, to let in light. He imagined it was good for her as he sent her to play or simply exist on the floor with her own glass to study up on cooking and whatever else she might want to learn and surprise him with. The new normalcy should have frightened him, but it was hard to be any kind of discontent when he could purge anxieties so easily in the new, soft doll. It probably was not a moral thing to let her thickly honeyed tongue please him while he wrote contracts and assessed quarterlies, but it seemed it was what he desired, since it was what she was inclined to initiate.<br/><br/>When evening came and the yellow light became blue shadows on whatever face he'd have her be, they'd retreat back to his bedchambers, and she could sleep beside him in Naella's old gown.