Two Swords and the Angel’s Feather - Chapter 22

“River, Lord River, Aheuk, Ah, Ack!”

Ellen’s body arched almost like a bow on the bed. She could feel the sense of explosion from inside her body flowing down her legs, then the next moment he came up to her. She spread her still inexperienced lips as wide as she could to take him in, but the beads in her bottom made her body narrower. Her mind went blank at the overwhelming sensation. Only his voice made her keep in touch with reality.

“Do you feel it? Can you feel how narrow it is? Imagine two coming in together. Here, imagine another body part entering you instead of the beads. How full are you going to be, huh? Between the two of us you’ll be very beautiful and wonderful, Ellen. Ah, Ellen.”

River’s hand held her rear and fondled its crack. The artificial dick moved inside, stimulating the inner walls while River’s manhood was stimulating the front from within. All the sensations felt like a scratching and lacerating of her skin. Every time River lifted Ellen up and down, her body felt stabbed deep in the stomach, and the beads shook.

“Ah, ah, ack, ahack!”

Ellen’s body stretched back. The next moment his hot liquid filled the inside of her body, and at the same time he grabbed the end of the pearl necklace and pulled it hard. In a strange sense of liberation, Ellen screamed again, and he hugged her tightly as he collapsed on the bed.

“What do you think of my brother?”

River asked, hugging Ellen’s naked body to his chest. One of his hands gently stroked her breast, and the other stroked her tender lower abdomen. His lips kissed her and bit her scarred shoulders, neck and ears lightly.

“Uh, um… he seems to treasure you a lot.”

“I doubt he said so himself. What made you think that?”

Ellen glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Well, he looked very distressed about your wounds.”

River sighed.

“Yes, that’s his problem. He has too many thoughts in his mind. For me it’s already all in the past.”

Ellen carefully rolled around in his arms. There was still a tingling sensation all over her body and her lower part was still twitching, leaking his juice out, but she felt being held in his arms very comfortable. She didn’t even think much about her scars when she was in his arms.

“Ellen, look at me.”

At his words, Ellen looked up at him. River put her hair damped with sweat behind her ear with one hand and stroked her chin.

“What do you think of my brother? Are you attracted to him?”

Ellen had her eyes wide and looked at him. As her face grew hotter and unable to make eye contact in front of River’s serious gaze, she kept her own gaze around the scruff of his neck and talked in a haste.

“Of course- of course he is very nice, yes, he is the Duke after all. But there’s something…”

“Ellen, you can be honest.”

She bit her lips. She didn’t understand what he wanted her to be honest about. It’s just that.

“He looked very…lonely. I don’t know why. It just, kind of, looked like that.”

River hugged her and sighed softly. He rubbed his face in her neck and quietly said:

“As I said, my father was a bastard. Being beaten since I was a kid, I realized early on that in his eyes I was a hopeless bastard. But my brother didn’t. It seems he thought that if he became an even greater successor, maybe my father would be nicer to us, or rather, to me, and maybe stop with the beating.”

“He seemed very sorry that he never got beaten.”

Ellen whispered. River sighed again.

“That’s right. Most of the feelings he feels towards me are guilt and redemption. Actually, I’ve never felt he should feel sorry for me. I think I’m doing pretty well right now.”

Her curiosity about the two siblings grew bigger. With a furtive glance at his face, she asked:

“When did the previous Duke die?”

“After my brother and the Wise King returned from studying abroad. My brother was unofficially granted permission by the Wise King – still Crown Prince at that time – to execute him due to charges of blatant treason towards the royal family.”