Re: Demon's Tale
With disaster ahead, Iniel spun abruptly and threw herself back on her brother, slamming into him with all she could manage as he tried to skid to a stop to react to this. It was somewhat effective, with him being caught by surprise and trying to stop, her added slam was enough to send him off balance, and he began to fall backwards. Not he also grabbed onto her as he did so, perhaps to try and keep himself on his feet, perhaps to try and drag her down too. Regardless of intention, however, it was the latter than won out as she was pulled forwards and off her feet by Tamiel, and the pair fell to the ground.
"Naughty boy," Iniel scolded him from atop him. "Going to take your sister by force when she said no." Getting over his momentary daze, he smirked as he looked up at her. "You're one to talk, considering what you've already done, and what I've caught you out on. Besides, it's hard to believe you don't want it when you're grinding yourself against me like that," he retorts.
It was true enough at that. Tamiel still firm within his pants, as she had noticed before, and as soon as she felt it up against her, she had began to bring her body against it, perhaps unknowingly. "Let's face it, you want me, you just don't want to lose to me," he added, putting his hands on her hips as she tried somewhat to pull away, and grinding back against her firmly. "But at this point, it's too late for that, isn't it?"
Leaning back and running one hand through her hair, Iniel increased the grinding in her hips and bit her lower lip. "Mmm, such a naughty younger brother, willing to rape his older sister like that," she remarked in a pouty tone of voice, already beginning to softly pant. "Rape implies you don't want it, dear sister. If I'd had it poking out of my pants when you cam out of that room, I doubt you'd have even been able to walk past. Right now, you need me, you dirty little demonic whore."
Iniel gave a more audible moan at that last statement. "Mm, I'm a little slut, but you're a brute," she retorted. "You would have shoved me against that door, pinned me there and forcefully taken me from behind," she declares, still grinding firmly, now sliding a hand under the hem of her skirt. "And you'd have loved every moment of it. Getting fucked hard from behind, you want it, don't you? You're fantasising about it."
Her attempts to take control of the situation were failing, and she knew it. He was right, she was fantasising about him forcefully having his way with her. She was losing to her lust, and losing to him. Unless she could turn the tides dramatically right now, she'd be lost for the next... however long it took.
Decision Time!
a) Stand up, walk over to the door and lean against it, spreading her legs slightly.
b) Slide off her top, and place his hands on her chests.
c) Slide up his body to move closer to his head, and turn around so she faces the other way.
d) Call out for help.