I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes. Looking around, I realized that I was in my room. I frowned. The last time I checked, I was at the hospital's washroom after eating after I had left Cyrus. Sighing, I walked to the bathroom to freshen up. Just as I came out in my towel, the door was yanked open, revealing Cyrus. "Cyrus!" I squealed in shock, heat creeping up to my face. His eyes turned golden yellow as he took in my appearance. Smirking at me, he entered the room, locked the door and took slow steps towards me.
I stayed rooted in my place, looking at him. When he finally reached me, he gently tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear. I looked up at him. Staring at each other for a while, he leaned in and kissed me. I miss him. Wrapping my arms around him, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him back. His tongue darted out to seek entrance and when I denied him, he grabbed my ass cheeks, causing me to gasp. He took that opportunity. He kissed me with some strange raw hunger, I almost thought he wanted to eat me. I pulled away when I felt my towel becoming lose. I held the towel in place.
He smirked when he noticed my action. Before I knew it, he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He didn't wait for me to catch my breath as he kissed me again while walking to my bed. "Cyrus." I moaned as he slowly put me on my bed while kissing my neck and getting on top of me. I pulled at his hair, arching my back as he began to suck on my chest. He was going to leave hickeys, surely. When he stopped his unholy ministrations, I opened my eyes and looked up at him questionably. "Why do you always leave me when I am almost there?" I asked, annoyed. Cyrus chuckled, his massive arms, on either side of my head. "You want your elder brother to make you cum, buttercup?" He teased.
I rolled my eyes, trying to get up. "If you are not going to touch me, then don't tease me. Let me go take a cold shower or better, find someone else." Immediately I finished, his eyes literally darkened as he growled. Wrapping his hand around my neck. "Try it and watch me burn the bastard alive in front of you." His threat came with a little squeeze on my throat. Instead of me to feel scared of him, I found myself getting more aroused than I already was. "Then fuck me. Make me your woman, brother Cyrus." I growled back at him. His eyes turned yellow again as he slowly let go of me. "Are you sure, buttercup?" He asked me. "Yes." I nodded, eager to have him.
Inhaling, he growled, "you're aroused." His deep voice wasn't helping me either, I feared I would wet the sheets. Rubbing my body against him, I enjoyed the sparks and the sensation. This was so wrong yet felt so right. "Do I have your permission to touch you?" He asked. Why does he always ask for my permission? Couldn't he see that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me? As if reading my mind, he spoke, "I want to be sure that you really want this. That you want me too."
"Yes, you have my permission." I replied. Smirking, he slowly unwrapped the towel, throwing it somewhere in the room. His eyes darkened at the sight of my naked body. Grabbing one of my breasts, he leaned in and took the other one in his mouth. "Cyrus!" My back arched along with my moan. He took his time, worshiping every part of my upper body until he slowly went down and spread my legs, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable for his predatory eyes.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when his tongue found my slit. "Oh my god!" I gasped at the sweet sensation he was making me feel. Smirking at me, he dove in and began to eat me out like he has been starving for a long time. My hand found his head and pushed his face more into me. "Cyrus! Oh! Don't stop." I cried in sheer pleasure. I tried to close my legs, too overwhelmed by the almost unbearable sweet pleasure. He smacked my inner thigh. "Your favorite elder brother is making you feel good, isn't he? You naughty little girl, you like what big brother is doing to you?" His dirty words made me blush at the realization that I was making my elder brother touch me.
I felt a knot in my stomach and the urge to release. I thought it was urine so I tried to pull his face away. Cyrus looked at me. "Now, when you are about to cum, you don't want me anymore?" He asked kissing my inner thighs while looking me in the eyes. "I thought it was urine." I said. Chuckling, he unexpectedly inserted two long fingers into me and curled them, fingering me. Not being able to hold back anymore, my body began to writhe in pleasure as I came undone. Cyrus didn't waste time to lick me clean. "You taste like MINE, buttercup." He said possessively, got on top of me and kissed me, making me taste myself on his lips.
I fondled with his buttons, trying to get his shirt off. Pulling away, he took care of his shirt while I sat up and unbuckled his belt. I took off his trousers and boxers. My eyes widened at the sight of his length. "Oh my god!" I gasped, staring at him, wondering if he would be able to fit. Kissing me, he whispered, "don't worry, you will be able to take it." He grabbed my thighs, keeping them apart. Curious to know how it felt, I wrapped my hand around it. It was veiny, warm and strong. The pink tip glistened with pre-cum. He growled when I began to move my hand up and down his long organ. Leaning in, I slowly licked the tip. "Aelia." He moaned in his deep sexy voice. With that as an encouragement, I took him further down my throat, gagging when he was only mid way. I wrapped my hand around the rest of him while other hand found his hip.
Clenching his jaw, he stared at me with his hands gripping the head rest. "You are doing great, Aelia." He moaned out and I chuckled, what happened to my nickname? With one hand on the head rest, he gathered my hair in the other hand and began to thrust slowly while moaning. When he was about to cum, I noticed it by how his thrusts turned sloppy and fast. He tried to pull away when he was close but I held his hips, refusing to leave him, causing him to growl out my name and release inside my mouth. I swallowed everything, registering the salty taste of his seeds.
Roughly pulling me down on my back, he positioned himself at my entrance. Looking at him, I nodded, letting him know that I was ready. He rubbed my wet core with his tip before he slowly entered me inch by inch. My goodness, the pain! "Ah!" I cried out, feeling my insides tearing apart. When he pampered my face with kisses while apologizing, I realized that tears were flowing. After what felt like forever, he was finally inside me. I felt so full by his size and length. "You can move." I told him. When he began with slow thrusts, we both moaned at the sparks we felt.
Once he was sure that I was a bit used to his size, he held my hips around his waist and began to thrust faster. The pleasure clouded my vision. "Oh Cyrus", I moaned loudly, too much in pleasure to even realize that my parents were at home and I was sleeping with my elder brother. Cyrus sucked on my neck as he rolled his hips while groaning. "You are so tight, Aelia. You feel so good." He caressed my thigh as he thrusted into me. Turning me around, I bit into the pillow when he entered me from behind. Grabbing me by my hair, he pulled me up so we were both kneeling on the bed. "I want to hear you scream my name when I am making you feel good." He growled, biting into my neck. My eyes widened at the pleasure I felt. My back arched as I wrapped my arms around his neck while he held my breasts and fucked me harder. Our wet skins slapped against each other. When he spanked me, I screamed as I came.
"Who asked you to cum, huh?" He growled. I shook my head, my brain literally empty of any coherent sentences. He spanked me again, his thrusts turning merciless. I was in bed with a beast. I noticed that my bed had started to squeak as it had been banging against the wall of my room. After four powerful thrusts, he released his seeds into me. Tiredly, we both fell on the bed causing the wooden structure to give up, sending both of us along with the mattress to the ground. Cyrus had turned so that I would fall on top of him. Looking at each other, we laughed and kissed before I put my head on his hard chest.
"I will be right back," he told me and stood up. I stared at his muscular body, biting my lip while he put on his trousers before I noticed the tattoo of wings at his back. I felt complete now. I felt different - of course, a good difference. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, I was startled when something warm touched my thigh. "It's me. Let me clean you up." He whispered and began to clean me up while I relaxed and succumbed to sleep.