Lucas groaned low when I said it.
"Good boy," he whispered again, then sat up a little. In one smooth motion he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in the dark. Blue candlelight caught the lines of his chest, the scars, the way his muscles flexed when he moved.
"Brother… why are you doing this?" I asked, voice small now.
"Come on, Kael. It's fine. Don't be afraid," he said softly, eyes locked on mine. Then he hooked his thumbs in his pants and pushed them down — slow, deliberate — until he was completely naked. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip.
My eyes went wide. Heart slammed.
"What if someone sees us?" I whispered, panic mixing with heat. "The servants… Father…"
"No one's coming," he said, voice calm. "Door's locked. Everyone's asleep."
I stared at his body — all of it — and something twisted low in my stomach. I needed to run.
I need to run, I thought.
I scrambled fast, rolling off the bed, feet hitting the cold stone floor. I bolted toward the door, heart in my throat.
But Lucas was faster.
He caught me around the waist from behind, laughing low in his throat. "Where are you going?"
"Let me go!" I struggled, kicking weakly, but he lifted me like I weighed nothing and carried me back to the bed.
He dropped me onto the silk sheets, pinning me down with his body weight. Not crushing — just enough so I couldn't bolt again.
"Take your clothes off, Kael," he said, voice darker now.
"What? Are you insane? Why would I do that?" I snapped, trying to sound angry.
"Then let me do it for you."
"No—don't!" I pushed at his chest, but he was too strong.
His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up and over my head in one rough pull. I twisted, arms flailing.
"Nn—stop—!"
Fabric ripped a little at the seam. Cool air hit my skin. My nipples were still hard and red from earlier.
Then his fingers went to my pants. He tugged the drawstring loose, pulled them down my hips in one hard drag — underwear coming with them.
My cock bounced free, already wet and flushed, tip shiny.
"Oh… you're wetting already," Lucas said, smirking. He licked his lips slow.
"W-what are you planning to do?" I asked, voice shaking.
He didn't answer with words.
Instead he grabbed both my legs, lifted them high, hooked them over his shoulders. My knees bent toward my chest. He locked me there — folded, open, helpless.
His cock slid between my thighs, hot and heavy, trapped right against my own cock and balls. Every tiny shift made them rub together — slick, slippery from my pre-cum.
"Ah—nngh…" I bit my lip hard.
Then he leaned down.
And kissed me.
Full on the mouth. His lips pressed mine open, tongue sliding in hot and wet.
"Mmph—!" I tried to turn my head, hands pushing at his shoulders. "N-no—mmph!"
But he deepened it, tongue curling around mine, sucking lightly. One hand held my jaw so I couldn't escape.
I made muffled sounds between kisses — "Mmm—stop—ha—nngh—" — pushing, but my fingers just dug into his skin instead of shoving.
He kissed harder, slower, tasting every corner of my mouth until I was dizzy. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected our lips.
I gasped for air, chest heaving.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
Lucas looked down between us — at my ass, exposed like this.
He shifted his hips. The thick head of his cock nudged right against my entrance — not pushing in, just pressing, hot and insistent.
"You're so tight," he murmured, almost reverent.
"S-stop… it's already…" I whispered, voice cracking.
"Relax," he said softly.
His hand went down. Two fingers brushed my hole — slow circles, spreading the wetness that was already leaking from me. He rubbed gentle, teasing the rim until it softened a little.
Then one finger pressed in — slow, careful.
"Ahh—!" I arched, toes curling over his shoulders.
"Shh, relax. It doesn't hurt, okay?" he whispered, kissing my knee. "Just breathe."
He pushed deeper, knuckle by knuckle, until the whole finger was inside. Warm, tight heat around him.
"Nn… ah…"
He started moving — slow in and out, curling a little, searching.
When the second finger joined, stretching me wider, I moaned louder.
"Haa—ahh—!"
He kept going, scissoring gently, opening me up. His thumb rubbed the sensitive skin outside while his fingers slid deeper.
Then he curled them — hit that spot inside.
"—Ahh!!" My whole body jerked. Cock leaked more, dripping onto my stomach.
"Hurts?" he asked, pausing.
"Stop… it already..." I panted, head thrown back.
He smiled a little, then pulled his fingers out slow.
I whined at the emptiness — couldn't help it.
Lucas leaned down again, kissed me softer this time, tongue lazy.
Lucas kept my legs hooked over his shoulders, ass raised, completely exposed. His cockhead was pressed right against my hole — hot, slick from earlier prep and my own wetness.
I stared up at him, breathing fast. "It… it won't fit, brother… it's too big. Please stop it already."
He smiled — soft but dark — and rubbed the tip in slow circles, teasing the rim. "You're wet enough. You can take it."
I shook my head, voice cracking. "No—please—"
He pushed forward anyway — slow at first. Just the head breaching, stretching me wide.
"AH—!" A loud, sharp cry ripped out of me. My whole body tensed, back arching off the bed. It burned — hot, stinging stretch that made tears spring to my eyes immediately.
Lucas paused, only the head inside. He looked down at me, thumb brushing a tear off my cheek. "It's just the head, Kael… and you're already trembling like this."
I sobbed once, voice high and broken. "It hurts… please pull it out right now—please—!"
"Shh," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "If you keep making noise that loud, someone really will hear us. The halls echo, you know that."
I bit my lip hard, trying to quiet down, but tears kept coming. My hands pushed weakly at his chest. "Lucas—stop—take it out—"
"Alright," he said, voice low and teasing. "I'll put it in okay."
"No—stop—!" I started, but before I could finish, he rolled his hips forward in one firm motion — digging deep, burying himself halfway in a sudden thrust.
"AAAAHH—!" My scream was muffled against his shoulder as I bit down instinctively. The stretch was overwhelming — full, burning, too much all at once. My legs shook violently over his shoulders, toes curling.
He groaned deep in his throat, hips stuttering for a second. "Fuck… so tight."
Tears streamed down my face now. I sobbed quietly, body trembling. "Hurts—pull out—please—!"
Lucas stayed still, letting me adjust. He leaned down, kissing the tears off my cheeks, then my lips — soft, slow. One hand slid back to my chest, thumb circling a nipple gently, trying to distract.
"Breathe," he murmured against my mouth. "You're doing good. Just relax around me."
I whimpered, but the burning slowly started to fade into something else — a deep, aching fullness. Every tiny shift of his cock inside rubbed against sensitive spots. My own cock, still hard and leaking, twitched against my stomach.
He kissed me deeper, tongue sliding in, while his fingers pinched and rolled my nipple again.
"Nn—haaa—" My moan came out muffled into his mouth. My hips twitched — not away this time, but up a fraction, taking him a little deeper.
"There you go," he whispered, pulling back just an inch, then sliding forward again — slow, careful. "See? You're opening up for me."
Another thrust — deeper now. He hit that spot inside.
"Ahh—!" My voice cracked into a louder moan. Pain mixed with sudden sharp pleasure. My cock leaked more, dripping onto my abs.
Lucas picked up a steady rhythm — slow, deep rolls — kissing me the whole time, hand switching between my nipples, pinching and soothing.
I moaned nonstop now — "Haa—ahh—Lucas—nngh—!" — tears still falling, but my hips started meeting his thrusts. Body betraying me completely.
"Please…" I gasped between kisses.
"Please what?" he teased, thrusting harder once.
I sobbed again — but this time it was needy. "Stop... it's hurt"
He groaned, pace quickening. "Good boy."
He kept kissing me, playing with my nipples, thrusting deep until I was shaking, moaning loud, close again.