Ch.202Traffic Control (3)

Lucilla had never really watched pornography.

Her main “material” was fantasies born from her affection for her younger brother, and she never searched for such content because she thought her brother might see her browsing history while using the internet.

So she had never watched it.

For siblings who couldn’t even properly own a cell phone, the option to save and watch such content on a mobile device didn’t exist.

Therefore, Yoon Se-ah, who had relatively less time to use computers and lacked knowledge in that area, had barely seen such things.

Perhaps scenes from movies at most.

So she had never thought about how her actions might appear to others, nor did she know what it would look like when her brother embraced another woman.

That’s why Lucilla stood with her mouth open, blankly taking in the scene before her eyes.

A sigh-like exclamation of “Wow” mingled with moans.

The intertwined moans of a man and woman. An explicitly purposeful, obscenely intimate coupling.

If it had been like that of beasts, it would have merely been rough, but this act clearly had human aspects to it.

There were evident traces of caring for one’s partner and being devoted to making each other feel good.

The sounds of splashing water and wet skin colliding randomly filled the bath.

‘It’s so lewd…’

Isla moved her hips in a way Lucilla didn’t understand.

Moving her waist from back to front. With a motion like scraping from below, she twisted her waist, and then Isla moved her own hips and trembled, drooling.

Llewellyn responded by thrusting his hips upward, and each time he did, Isla’s breasts bounced and her hair fluttered.

Her short but fine hair was now soaked not only with bathwater but also with sweat. The same was true for their point of connection.

The joining, sticky with semen and love juices rather than bathwater, made wet sounds each time it was thrust to the deepest point.

Lucilla stared blankly at that connection point, her face flushed.

His hips moved. As he twisted his hips, thrusting downward with sticky persistence, Isla’s clear voice distorted sweetly.

Words like confessions flowing between them. Kisses showered on Llewellyn’s face.

Isla wagged her tail gently while moving her hips repeatedly.

Their connection point was clearly visible and sticky even underwater.

‘It’s so lewd… Would I also… with Sejin like that?’

Realizing this anew made her face redden even more. Watching with ears flushed red, she felt a tingling in her stomach.

Her hand went down despite having no connection to the tingling area. Feeling her throbbing womb and vagina, Lucilla rubbed her fingers against her slit.

“Ah, uh…”

Though she had said otherwise before having sex with her brother, she actually didn’t masturbate frequently.

It was enough to suppress her surging affection and sexual desire for her brother, and it wasn’t something she did almost daily.

At most, once a week was plenty.

So Lucilla found it very awkward to be masturbating while watching her brother engage in lewd acts with another woman.

It felt wrong. But her hand wouldn’t stop.

After all, the feeling that something was wrong had been there from the moment she burst into the bath, wanting to be embraced by her brother, to be loved by him, and to bear his child.

So she didn’t stop her hand.

‘Sejin’s thing… it’s so big…’

She wondered if such a thing could really go inside, but seeing it actually thrusting relentlessly into Isla made her feel strange.

It felt like watching something that shouldn’t be happening.

Such a large thing entering would surely hurt, but Isla’s expression showed no sign of pain.

Rather.

‘She looks like she feels really good.’

She clung to him, panting with a melting face.

After twisting her hips, she nestled tightly in Llewellyn’s arms, twisting her hips from side to side, her tail stiffly raised as she bit his shoulder.

“Ah.”

That must hurt. As Lucilla looked on with concern.

“Ugh.”

Llewellyn slightly furrowed his brow as if it stung, then briefly smiled at his sister watching him.

And as if to say it was fine, he gently stroked down Isla’s spine, and Isla, who had been biting hard enough to leave teeth marks on his shoulder, released her bite and let out a sweet moan.

A moan full of coquetry and sensuality. Isla trembled, curling her toes, gasping at the happiness and pleasure of being filled inside.

By the time the teeth marks she had left on Llewellyn’s shoulder began to fade, she lay back.

Beyond the splashing water, into Lucilla’s arms.

Her stiffly raised tail slowly lowered, and Isla stuck out her tongue at the puzzled-looking Lucilla.

What that meant was simple. Lucilla hesitated briefly before meeting Llewellyn’s eyes.

Llewellyn, with his manhood thrust into Isla’s vagina, held the uninserted base with his hand, moving it up and down.

It was a strange scene that made her body jolt upon seeing it.

A scene that looked as if the goal was to ejaculate inside. Lucilla unconsciously flexed her thighs, and let out a “hah” when she felt her nipple being sucked in.

“Kiss me.”

Lowering her head, she saw Isla. The snow leopard closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue as if she hadn’t just lightly bitten Lucilla’s nipple.

Lucilla, recalling the pleasure she had already experienced, unconsciously closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head toward that beautiful face and outstretched tongue.

Her body was flexible enough that there was no problem.

She pressed her lips against Isla’s, supporting her head to keep her from sinking even in the shallow water.

Because they were upside-down, this kiss was different from before.

Yes, Sejin would probably like his women to get along well.

After making this newly rational judgment, or excuse, a tongue pushed its way in.

“Mmm, mmm, slurp, haah…”

Unconsciously letting out nasal sounds and moans, she entwined her tongue with Isla’s. Her clumsy movements soon became something she didn’t even think about.

Isla was good at it, and mixing tongues with her felt surprisingly good.

Isla’s moans flowing through her nose were also excitingly pleasant.

Her cute ears flapped, and warmth spread along her cheeks as Lucilla cupped Isla’s face.

Saliva flowed stickily down both their mouths, but they couldn’t stop.

Lucilla continued kissing with intense focus, her eyes fluttering, while Isla happily entwined and tangled her tongue.

Even when their lips parted and distance grew between them, their tongues reached out to lick each other’s. Sticky sounds were heard, and Isla’s throat made a gulping sound as she swallowed.

That aroused Lucilla. Her love juices mixed with the hot bath water, and Lucilla, trying to steady her rough breathing, reached out to cup Isla’s cheeks and pull her closer.

Beyond their overlapping lips, twisted to meet each other, was a sweet taste. Unconsciously, Lucilla stroked Isla’s head past her cheeks, then kneaded her breasts.

Isla flinched at the touch that moved from her breasts to play with her nipples, but she didn’t push away.

Rather, she twisted her hips as if enjoying Lucilla’s touch, moaning and saying in a seductive voice:

“I think Lucilla would like it too…”

A lovable suggestion, as if saying that if Lucilla were a man, wouldn’t she like it too?

Just as Lucilla blushed and unconsciously bit her lip.

“…I can’t hold back anymore.”

Isla’s eyes widened as she grabbed Lucilla’s arms.

She bit her lip and gasped with wide eyes.

Lucilla unconsciously raised her head.

“Ah, ugh, hak, no, mmugh…!”

Isla gasped, shaking like a sailboat caught in a storm of intense pleasure, while Llewellyn held her waist, pulling his hips back forcefully before thrusting forward.

Lucilla watched as her beloved brother ravished the woman who had just been sharing a passionate deep kiss with her.

Her heart was violently shaken as if caught in a storm. As her breathing grew rough, Lucilla felt the hands gripping her forearms tighten.

“I’m, I’m coming. Stop—”

Isla pleaded, tears streaming down her face. She tried to close her legs, but they spread helplessly when Llewellyn pulled them apart.

Squelch, squelch, splurt, the successive sounds were incredibly obscene. Lucilla’s heart pounded as she watched Isla crying and laughing in her arms.

“That’s what you get for doing such lewd things…!”

The sight of his sister and girlfriend sharing obscene kisses, looking at each other with honey-dripping eyes.

He hadn’t known it would stimulate his sexual desire so much.

Not knowing, Llewellyn had watched silently, abandoning his plan to masturbate with just the tip inside her vagina and ejaculate.

Instead, he brought out the desire he had suppressed due to Isla’s near-death experience.

He pulled his hips back far, then thrust in as if scooping out her insides, his glans scraping the upper wall of her vagina.

When he pressed his glans against her cervix, Isla jerked her head back, letting out a sweet moan, and he moved his manhood inside her, gently pressing down, then scraping the lower wall as he pulled out.

Isla had already trembled through multiple orgasms. She felt like she was dying. Her reason was already beyond cloudy—it was gone.

“I’m sorry, Isla.”

Amidst all this, there was a voice.

“I can’t hold back either.”

Siblings resemble each other, they say. Like her brother, Lucilla couldn’t hold back. She lowered her head and pressed their lips together.

A moan close to a scream spread through her nose, and Lucilla mixed her tongue roughly and stickily as Isla had taught her.

Isla’s clear, beautiful blue-gray eyes clouded with pleasure, losing even reason and becoming murky.

But the siblings ravished her from above and below, giving this shapeshifter woman a pleasure so intense she could never return to how she was before.

As fluids gushed out beyond the bath, and the unconscious Isla squeezed her vaginal walls randomly.

Llewellyn moaned and pounded her womb at a level that could have been considered domestic violence, then ejaculated inside.

Thick white fluid overflowed. Isla’s body trembled, contracting her vagina, and Llewellyn felt every fold inside wrapping around and squeezing his manhood as he exhaled a long breath.

It was the most pleasurable ejaculation he had ever experienced. As he trembled his hips slightly, enjoying the afterglow, Lucilla also moaned as she separated her lips.

She came just from kissing. Lucilla’s vagina was also contracting strongly, as if it had received a manhood, creating friction between the folds.

Even that felt good. Lucilla rubbed her legs together as she looked at her brother.

“Sejin…”

A sister calling her brother in a sensual voice.

Llewellyn felt himself growing hard again inside as he leaned forward, and Lucilla met her brother halfway, pressing their lips together.

And she applied what she had learned from Isla. Instead of twisting her head and extending her tongue, she moved to receive, pressing her lower body against him.

Then her brother’s tongue invaded. Lucilla proved herself to be an accommodating sister by accepting and entwining with her brother’s tongue.

Though some awkwardness remained, even that awkwardness felt fresh and good.

Llewellyn kissed his sister while still feeling Isla’s vaginal walls squeezing out his semen, and reached out to gently grasp his sister’s breasts.

A soft moan spread from her mouth. But she didn’t avoid it. She didn’t shrink her shoulders but accepted it.

The sister’s masochistic tendency to be used like a tool by her brother subtly emerged, and Llewellyn kneaded her breasts.

Not with the careful and gentle movements he had just used.

But strongly, as his desire led him.

He roughly grabbed the soft, full breasts that felt subtly hot from the bath, and slightly moved his hips.

In response, Isla’s vagina tightened and writhed. Llewellyn squeezed out the last drop of semen into that womb, enjoying the afterglow with his sister’s breasts and lips.

“Sister… do you want to have a baby too…?”

Feeling the twitching inside, Isla moaned even while unconscious, and sensing this, Llewellyn pulled his manhood out.

His manhood was still wet with semen and love juices. Seeing her brother’s tempting organ dripping water over the bath, Lucilla swallowed hard and held Isla in her arms.

While Isla, embraced by Lucilla, unconsciously expelled semen from her vagina, Lucilla thrust her hips forward to make it easier for her brother to satisfy his lust.

Lucilla’s slit eagerly craved her brother’s manhood, just like Isla’s vaginal opening that gaped open with her tail drooping, even though nothing had entered yet.

Llewellyn gripped his painfully erect shaft as he looked at his sister’s tempting flesh.

“Love me lots?”

Unable to resist the seduction, he thrust in.

As Lucilla let her long hair fall over her face and writhed, letting out a long, seductive moan in the intense pleasure that blurred even the sense of taboo from incest.

Llewellyn overlaid his body on top of his sister and Isla.

Until Isla regained consciousness and they changed location to the bedroom.

*

When Llewellyn, entangled with the two women on the bed, opened his eyes, the sky was still dark.

Moonlight filled the skylight.

Though he didn’t feel thirsty, he wanted to drink water.

A strange feeling of thirst seemed to wrap around his body. Llewellyn gently laid down his sister, who had been resting her cheek on his chest, and placed her in the arms of Isla, who was using his arm as a pillow.

The two women moaned or stirred at the sudden emptiness but didn’t wake up.

‘Well, after all that activity.’

It was natural, having gone at it from early evening until deep into the night.

‘If they woke up, I might feel a bit defeated.’

Llewellyn, building unnecessary pride, left the bed to find a water bottle and drank from it.

The cool water moistened his throat and went down, feeling as if it soaked even his soul.

By the time he put the water bottle down, he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied “Whew.”

The water tasted as if it had just been poured. Though it contained no ice, it was refreshingly cool.

Llewellyn enjoyed the coolness by lightly pressing the water bottle against his heated body, and humming a tune, he looked up.

The moon was high. The stars were countless, and the sky was beautiful at a level he had never seen where he used to live.

Even though beyond that sky were those unknown beings called transcendents.

A world where gods had departed, filled with beings whose allegiance was unknown.

Hope was scarce, but it was a land where everyone tried to choose their own method of resistance.

It was the land where Llewellyn would continue to live. To seek solutions and find happiness, he needed to do his best.

Though he wasn’t sure if doing his best would be enough.

Llewellyn strengthened his resolve as he looked at the two lovers sleeping entangled on the bed, and he stepped back into their embrace with good thoughts.

So he didn’t even notice that one star in the sky was shining particularly brightly.

Only the God of Dreams was looking up with a shocked expression in the empty garden.

“…Night?”

His bewildered voice echoed through the garden.