She sat down on her meat shaft once, which was enough for her love hole to release some built-up naughty juice.
A slightly warm and sticky liquid slowly started to roll down Thyra's shaft to her balls. If anything, it just made him realize how hungry her lower lips were.
It was proof of her intense desperation to quench the fire that was burning inside her. Thyra could understand that. However, he couldn't help looking at her daughter, who was standing at the door.
"You are sick." She wanted to scream but kept her voice under control.
Thyra felt she was still worried about her sleeping siblings. Then again, he wasn't sure if she was even a real sibling to Viksha's son and youngest.
"I hate you." This time, her voice was a little louder. However, she slammed the door that Thyra had forgotten to close when she came in.
"Ahhh…" Her mother, on the other hand, didn't care about her tantrums. She was already placing strain on her leg to maintain her body position and prevent herself from slipping onto his dick.
Each time she slightly relaxed, she ingested an additional portion of his meat. Even her moaning was louder than her daughter's angry curse.
With her breasts at the level of his face, Thyra could see them move up and down repeatedly to pump more oxygen into her lungs.
Every time she would slide down a little, her hand would go haywire. She would pull him away at one moment while pressing his head against her breast at another.
Thyra knew that even if Viksha might really be her blood-related brother, it had nothing to do with him. Even if his outer appearance was that of Viksha, he was still Thyra.
Yet he could not help but hesitate a little when he was reminded of her daughter's disgusted face. If anything, it made him feel awkward.
"Should we continue?" After hesitating a moment, he asked in a low voice.
Thyra had never seen a quicker turnoff. She pushed his face away as she glared at him. Looking at her, Thyra could understand that she and her daughter just looked alike. Even their disgusted faces were giving him the same feeling.
*Slap*
Thyra was shocked beyond belief. It was not even on the list of all the responses he had expected. His cheek was burning, but she didn't care.
She bent her neck a little and kissed him on the lips. As if that were not enough, she proceeded to thrust her hip against his lap.
"Ohhhh…" She moaned as she wrapped her arms around her. "You bastard." She whispered in his ears. She pulled her waist up and pressed herself against Thyra's meat again.
"Don't you dare to run away from me?"
Even when she spoke, she would raise her hip and grind her meat.
"Don't you forget that it was you who forced yourself on me in your coming-of-age year?"
Eventually, after thrusting her hips against his, Thyra's flesh touched the entrance of her uterus.
"I didn't even have my coming-of-age ceremony at that time. Why didn't you stop then?"
Her hip was like a piston, grinding the seeds out of him.
"Do you know why I didn't tell anyone?" She grabbed his face with both of her hands and turned her face towards her, saying, "Because I love you. I love you, brother."
She kissed him. No, a kiss was too big of a word. She gave him a peck on the lips at first, then licked them before biting them.
Thyra pushed her away but didn't let go of her lips. And if that wasn't enough, Thyra could taste blood as he licked his lips after she let them go.
"You gave me your seeds." She rubbed her belly before saying with a bright smile, "I gave birth to your daughter. Our daughter."
Thyra had no idea what to say. Thyra had experienced less drama in this novel so far than he had faced in the time it took him to get hard twice while doing it with her.
First, he learned that she was Viksha's sister. Just when he thought the daughter might not be Viksha's, he heard her say that Viksha had actually forced himself on his sister.
'Are all these children the result of this brother and sister's incestuous relationship?' Lucky for Thyra, she answered all his queries.
"What did you do?" She glared at him, saying, "But what did you do? As soon as you heard I was pregnant, you ran away. Do you know how many curses I have to listen to from our parents before I give birth to our daughter?"
She caressed her face, licked his bleeding lips, and gently kissed him.
"Yet you ran away, leaving me alone. You went and joined the army while everyone cursed me. Do you have any idea how difficult life could be for a woman who has given birth before her coming-of-age ceremony?"
Thyra had no idea, but he could understand where she was coming from.
Even in her previous world, there were countries where having a child without marriage was heavily frowned upon. And she didn't even say who the father was.
Even without seeing the tears that were streaming out of her eyes, Thyra could somehow understand that those weren't very happy times.
It was more challenging for her, who had to go through hormonal changes due to childbirth.
Looking into her sad eyes, Thyra couldn't help but grab her chin and give her a soft kiss.
"Let me go." Contrary to his expectations, she pushed him away. But she kept her hips still, with his impeller kissing her womb.
"Why did you come back and marry that wrench? Didn't you know I was waiting for you so long?"
"I am sorry." Thyra didn't know why, but he apologized for the actions of the man who was no longer in this world.
*Slap*
"I don't want your apology. I am happy that slut died." She gave her a bright smile on her tear-marked face, saying, "I want you to love me. Make me your woman. Give me your seed. I want to give birth to your children. I will give you more children than a whore ever could give you."
Thyra felt sympathetic towards the woman sitting on his meat, but a part of his mind couldn't help wondering if she had transmigrated into a soap opera instead of a novel.
"Don't you love me, brother?" She asked with teary eyes. "I didn't let any man touch me after that night. I kept myself only for you. You are the only man for me."
Thyra looked at her, sighing. He put his hand beneath her hips and carried her as she stood up. Before she could understand what was happening, Thyra had already laid her on the edge of the bed.
He grabbed her legs and spread them wide. A mane of long, curly hair that resembled a wet kitten's fur surrounded her voluminous pussy. They stuck to her skin, allowing Thyra a better look at her vagina, which resembled a fish's mouth on dry land.
"You are asking for it."
"Yes, give it to me. Give me your seeds. I long to have another baby with you. Even if you choose not to marry me, just keep loving me. I do not think I can live without you."