Ai chan Needs Help - Writing An Ending

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Wincest or no?

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  1. Ai chan

    Ai chan Queen of Yuri, Devourer of Traps, Thrusted Witch

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    Ai-chan has two stories, you see, but both Ai-chan doesn't know how to end it. Even after several weeks, Ai-chan hasn't found a proper ending. So is there anyone who wants to give a piece of their mind?

    Story 1

    The king is dead, long live the crown prince! Oh wait, the crown prince is dead too, poisoned at the dinner table in front of all his younger brothers and younger sisters. The second prince is now taking over as de facto crown prince, but he's suffering opposition from several different fronts, mostly from his own siblings.

    His older sister, the first princess controls most of the kingdom and she wishes to be queen. She is believed to be the one who poisoned the crown prince and the king.

    His younger brother is not interested in the throne, but is more competent overall and the kingdom's army is fully behind the third prince.

    The second princess wants the throne because she wants to swim in gold. She's backed by the merchants and money lenders of the kingdom.

    The third princess is the weakest faction with her only strength being her acting skills, she's supported by the knights of the kingdom who wants to protect her from the other princes and princesses. They feel that she's too innocent, sweet and adorable to be at the mercy of the her vicious royal siblings. Boy, if they only knew her real face.

    The first princess and the second prince (the de facto crown prince) is in love with each other, but both refusing to admit it because they're both tsundere sadists. The second and third princess are incestuous lesbians but decide to seduce the third prince because they believe he's the only one who can protect them from their evil older sister and brother.

    But here comes the problem. I don't know how to end it. The story is almost completely written.

    The grand bell rang 24 times that day, signifying the end of the king's 24 years rule. On that day, the casket carrying the late king's body was escorted down the central road out through the north gate, on the opposite direction of when he took power. The procession was led by the king's first prince, Prince Altair the Piratebane.

    The late king was much loved by the people, for his continuous cultural and economic reforms that made life better for everyone, commoners and privileged all equally. Not a day went by without bards singing songs about him or merchants praising his amazing acumen or nobles swearing their oaths of loyalty. Yet, as with all good things, everything must come to an end.

    The populace wondered how the crown prince would be like. They knew he would be a good king, but in what way? Unlike other kingdoms, they could be assured that they would not get an incapable king. For in Arenara, one does not become the heir for the good fortune of being born first. In Arenara one can only inherit if they are the best among the other candidates. There can be only one winner.

    But the populace was not worried, as the first prince was clearly a capable man. Considering that his younger siblings were much too young to ever compete, the future seemed certain and everyone was assured of their future. That was, until Prince Altair died at the dinner table. Suddenly, the future was no longer sure.

    Everyone waited with apprehension as the curtain drew for a game of royal treachery the likes they could only imagine. While the commoners viewed the future with fear, some others viewed it with great interest. For where there is conflict, there is profit.

    ******

    On this very day, Prince Albert, second prince of Arenara Kingdom and Princess Fiora, first princess of Arenara Kingdom were resting on the terrace connected to the upper floor of the royal palace. It was a four hundred-foot tall terrace, connected through the throne room and the hall in front of the king's private chambers. Overlooking a vast palace garden, it provided a magnificent view of the garden and the surrounding countryside. Indeed, this terrace had been routinely used generation after generation for the purpose of stroking the ego of the royal family.

    However, the conversation taking place on the terrace at this time was anything but routine.

    Prince Albert, the very picture of a dashing prince was leaning against the guardrails at the edge of the terrace. His short hair blown gently in the breeze. He was looking at his older sister, Princess Fiora who was gracefully sipping coffee at the table a few feet away, "Why don't you come sit over here with me, dear sister?"

    She put down the cup in her hand. Wiping her mouth lightly with the handkerchief she took out from the pocket of her dress, she said, "No thank you. I wouldn't want to be pushed and die with my head crashing against the garden below. It would ruin the groundkeeper's hard work."

    "Oh, I wouldn't do something so crass," he said with a friendly smile.

    "Dear me, you think I would believe that from someone who arranged to have his own older sister raped to death?" There was no change in her expression. Neither anger nor sadness, it was as if being raped to death was expected of a royal princess.

    "Are you sure that was me, big sister? Maybe it's one of our little siblings?" he said while still maintaining his smile.

    "You're the only one rotten enough to want to see me suffer a demeaning death, little brother," the princess said as she took a sample of the moist cheese cake in front of her.

    "Oh, I'm sure I can name a few other people who would love to see your shameful death, dear sister of mine."

    The princess wiped her lips again with the same handkerchief, despite there being a perfectly clean napkin already prepared before her. "Why don't you be a man and do it yourself, little brother? Or are you inadequate?"

    She made a cheerful little smile as she insinuated that the prince was impotent.

    The prince got up from the railing and crossed over the short distance to the tea table. He bent slightly forward, hooked his fingers under the princess's chin and lifted her head so that he could look at her in the eyes, "Oh? Is that an invitation, dear sister? Could it be that my dear elder sister is eager to be used by her own brother?"

    "Hm? You are suggesting that I'd want this scum whom I had the misfortune of sharing the same blood with to sully my pure body. The answer is of course, not in your life, dear brother."

    "I think my dear elder sister is lusty for her own brother. Why don't you show how eagerness to please your little brother, dear sister of mine?" he said as he leaned his face forward.

    "Nonsense. I would rather mate with a dog than with you, dear brother of mine," she said as she also leaned her head forward.

    "One of these days, I'd love to see that, dear sister." He leaned forward even further, so much so that there was only a space of two inches between their face.

    "One of these days, I'd love to see you impaled at the point of a spear, dear brother." She also leaned forward, she could already smell his breath whenever she breathed in.

    She found it wasn't unpleasant, neither did he. For what seemed like an eternity, they simply stared at each other. Their breaths heavy as they breathed in the same air between them. Her left hand moved without her noticing. His right hand too moved without him noticing. Their hands then met and instead of being repulsed, they became entwined, their fingers entangled together.

    In his eyes, his older sister looked so beautiful with her perfectly formed oval face. Her eyes, blue as the deepest ocean, usually wide and alert, now narrowed slightly. The wetness in her eyes made her look like she was about to cry, yet also strangely drew him in, threatening to drown him in that blue ocean. In his eyes, his older sister wasn't someone whom he could act spoilt with like any other younger brother. In his eyes, she was a desirable woman with excellent beauty.

    In her eyes, her younger brother, separated by only a year looked so handsome with his short hair blowing lightly in the wind. The smug look that he almost permanently wore with that face only made him look more adorable to her. His eyes, black like the deepest hole with which no light could escape from, drew her in. It threatened to pull her into its deepest depths and refusing to let her go. She knew that if she was pulled into its depths, she would never recover, yet at this moment, she couldn't care less. In her eyes, her younger brother wasn't someone she could spoil in her innocence. This was a man, and she knew even consciously, that he was meant for greatness.

    He bent down.

    Her face pointed upward.

    Their eyes drowning in each other's gazes as their lips came so close together. Closer and closer, inches from each other. Until...

    ... their lips came into contact with the silk fabric of a fully opened folding fan.

    "What exactly are you two doing, esteemed elder sister and esteemed elder brother?"

    Both Albert and Fiora turned their heads to the owner of the voice, a young girl barely thirteen summers old. She wore an elegant blue silk dress, with petticoats fluffing the inside of her skirt and laces decorating the outside. In her hair was a pair of matching blue ribbons, tying her hair up in twin sidetails.

    The girl in elegant blue silk dress withdrew her hand and closed the folding fan. Placing the tip of the folding fan at her lips, she softly said, "Could it be this is not your first time doing this?"

    "Helena!" Fiora yelled.

    "Celia!" Albert barked at the same time.

    Fiora and Albert snapped their heads back at each other, still in their previous position. Fiora headbutted Albert's forehead, causing Albert to withdraw in shock while covering his forehead.

    "It's Helena!" Fiora repeated.

    "No, it's Celia! Look at her face!" Albert argued.

    "They're identical twins! How can you tell from just the face?!"

    "Celia is cuter!"

    "Excuse me, esteemed royal brother. I am Helena!" the girl introduced herself.

    "Yes! Wahahaha!" Fiora punched the air in a gesture of victory. "See how foolish it is to go against me, little brother?"

    "No!!! This can't be!" Albert was on all fours on the floor, beating the marble floor with his fists.

    "Now you understand why your big sister is always right! Hahahaha!"

    "You are both too weird. I shall take my leave, esteemed elder sister and esteemed elder brother," Helena said as she left while minding her steps so that she didn't make any sound that would draw the attention of her older brother and sister.

    She thought perhaps she should've picked a better time to talk to either of them. But she couldn't stand watching it. The entire scene was annoying her. It was annoying her a whole damned lot. So much so that she involuntarily came out of hiding.

    "Is she gone?" Fiora said in a low voice without looking at the doorway behind her.

    "Seems like it," Albert said as he stood up from the floor, "Let me check."

    When he came back, he said, "She's not there anymore. I know you're just going to lie, but is she your collaborator?"

    "Of course not. She's too sneaky. I don't like it."

    "Funny hearing that from you."

    She looked annoyed, but understood what he was trying to say. After all, she was the one suspected of killing their big brother Altair with poison, although nobody had any evidence. Instead, she said, "We have a bigger problem than Helena."

    "Yes, and that problem is you."

    She giggled at his remark and said, "Well, can you blame me? If only you don't kiss like a wimp, little brother."

    He slapped his sister until she bled from the mouth from having bitten her lips. He backhanded her just because it wouldn't feel right. After all, one must have proper balance. Slapping only one cheek would be unfair to the other cheek.

    "You slap like a little girl, little brother," she said with a smug grin as if the blood on her lips didn't exist.

    "Oh, I will enjoy beating you up in my own convenience, big sister. I would especially enjoy seeing you die in shame for everyone to see. But jokes aside, I admit, we do have a real problem here."

    "Yes, Alphonse is meeting up with the king of Laika and this is going give him more legitimacy to the throne. This is a big problem."

    "I was actually thinking about Helena seducing the nobles and Celia appealing to the knights with tears. But that one is a problem too."

    "I'm aware of what Helena and Celia are doing. Nothing escapes my notice, my scumbag little brother."

    "Yet you do nothing?"

    "Why would I dirty my hands when my pitiful, short sighted little brother has been killing off their contacts one after another?"

    "So why bother talking about it?"

    "Of course because I was worried you didn't know about it. I wanted to see what you're going to do about it. Watching you struggle in vain is my greatest joy."

    "Ahh... you really get on my nerves. I shouldn't have bothered listening to you."

    "Poor you," she got up and pushed him into the empty chair right beside hers. "Doing all those things," she said as she sat on his lap, "and yet it's all for naught. I'm almost starting to pity you now, dear little brother."

    As he was being sat on by his elder sister, he could only squeeze her voluminous breast meat roughly. It made her wince slightly from the pain of his fingers digging into her flesh, but otherwise, she made no reaction. She didn't even try removing his hand from her breast.

    "Oh? So it's all useless, isn't it?" he asked, still trying to provoke a response from her by squeezing her breast harder with his right hand. "Then what about your attempt to poison all our siblings? At least what I did succeeded."

    "That was not a failure. I gave everyone non lethal poison to teach you your place," she tried to stand but his left hand pulled her back down again by her slim waist.

    "Let me go!" she commanded as she tried to push away his hand around her waist and on her breast.

    "Did I touch a sore spot, dear sister?" he said with a sneer.

    "There will be other opportunities. Next time, my mercy will not save any of you. Humph!" she said with confidence. After all, she already had the suitable poisons prepared.

    "And the fact that you executed a maid the very next day had nothing to do with that, I bet."

    "That's right, she was executed for treason. It had nothing to do with the poison."

    "But I've been curious, big sister. Why wasn't I included in that poisoning attempt? I almost felt neglected."

    Of course, he didn't want to be poisoned, but it had been playing in his mind.

    "Humph. You're special, dear brother."

    "Don't tell me you having romantic feelings for me and you can't bear killing me, my dear blackhearted sister. That would be too funny."

    "You wish! No, dear brother, you're the only one I want to kill with my own hands. But that will be after our little siblings are no longer around. I don't want anyone to disturb us when I kill you."

    She kissed him deeply in the lips before she broke it off to say, "I hope you understand this is nothing close to romantic feelings, dear little brother. I want to watch you closely when you're dying. I want to see that fear in your eyes and-"

    He silenced her with his own lips. His right hand squeezed her breasts gently now before it travelled down her dress. His left hand pulled her closer by the waist as her arms wrapped around his neck and her eyes closed in bliss. His right hand continued down her dress, touching her calves, then travelled upwards under her skirt. He touched the trio of small throwing knives wrapped around her lower left leg on his way, but it didn't even stop him as he went further upwards. His progress appeared unimpeded until she pressed a small knife at his neck before breaking the kiss.

    "I can kill you this easily, little brother. Would you like to go further?"

    He laughed as he pulled out his right hand from under her dress.

    "Very well then, I wouldn't want to die before my little brothers and sisters. So how about we call it a truce for now, dear sister?"

    "I always love our negotiations, little brother."

    "I hate having a bitch for a sister."

    She giggled without even getting up from his lap. She straightened up and with a quick pull of her arms around his neck, his face was buried in the suffocating mass of lace and breast meat. With her face red from having his face mashed against her breasts, she said, "So let's discuss how we're going to kill off our little brother and sisters properly."

    ******

    - Snippet incomplete. Scene missing -

    ******
    He kicked her door open as she was sipping tea at the balcony of her reading room. "You bitch!"

    "Oh my, how nice of you to drop in, little brother. Please come in, the door wasn't locked," she said as she told the maids to move her tea set into the room. Certainly, she wouldn't put it pass her little brother to throw her and her tea set off the balcony in his anger.

    "Out!" he told the maids the moment they finished setting the tea on the table in the princess's reading room.

    She simply smiled as she stood up from the chair at the balcony while sipping her tea. He took two steps forward and slapped the tea cup away, causing it fall to the floor and breaking with a loud noise. He pushed her against the wall trapping her head between his hands

    "You bitch!"

    "Oh my, what could you be so angry about, dear little brother?"

    "You dare use your authority to chase the envoys out. Tell me why I shouldn't just throw you out of the window right now."

    "Is this about Erunoss?"

    "You know damned well what it's about."

    "Dear brother", she caresses his face with her right hand, "Do you know absolutely nothing?"

    He grabs the hair in the back of her head with his right hand and holds her right hand in a firm grip with the other, causing her to wince in pain.

    "Explain or I will kill you right now."

    "Do you know what Erunoss is famous for?"

    He doesn't answer.

    "Puppets. They can sniff the smell of succession conflicts, dear brother. I know you want to get some foreign assistance to handle the help that our little brother and sisters been massing right under our noses, but this is not the way. I will not allow our kingdom to become another kingdom's puppet."

    "You could've just told me last night."

    "You were trying to kill me," she wraps her arms around his neck, "Why would I help someone who's trying to kill me?" she gives him a sly smile before pulling his face closer and gives him a light kiss full of mischief.

    "Because of you, weeks of hard work went down the drain."

    "It doesn't have to. I have prepared a letter on my desk. All it needs is your signature and the royal seal."

    "Why would anything that you write need my signature?"

    "The answer would be evident if you would just take a look at the contents."

    "If it's not satisfying me, I will kill you on the spot."

    "What makes you think I will be the one dead, dear brother?"

    The prince releases his grip on her hair, but pulls her by the hand to her reading room. He throws her onto the leatherbacked chair roughly, watching her as she rubbed her bum in pain.

    "Aiya, why are you so rough with a lady, little brother."

    Seeming satisfied, he pulls her back up before taking a seat on the same chair.

    "Oh, I get it, you thought I prepared a death trap on that chair, didn't you?"

    "It would be strange if you didn't do anything. You haven't tried to kill me for the past two days. Makes me think you've been preparing something more elaborate."

    The princess made a wicked grin.

    "Oh yes, I've been preparing something very special. Why don't you open the letter, my - hyaa!"

    The princess screams as the prince pulls her down on his lap.

    "Your constant urging for me to open the letter is making me suspicious, dear sister. Please open the letter for me with your own bare hands, dear sister."

    He said with his left hand wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand makes a firm hold on her slim neck.

    She giggles. "You're such a cute little brother, aren't you? There is no poison that retains its murderous ability when dry, little brother."

    "Oh you would happen to know, of course. After all, you killed our big brother with poison when it appeared as if he would succeed the throne."

    She giggles. "Ah, dear brother." She leans back and moving her lips right on his left ear, she says, "Can you prove it ever happen?"

    "Why would I? His death is good for me too. But you're delaying, dear sister. What are you afraid of from this seemingly harmless letter?"

    "Afraid? Oh no, dear brother. I just want to drive up the suspense. You will love this, I assure you."

    He bit her neck lightly as he growled into her ears, "I don't like surprises, dear sister. You gave me plenty in the past few years. Some of which I barely escaped alive. Just show it to me."

    "Here you go," she said as she picked up the letter carefully, but seemingly carelessly so to avoid him from suspecting anything. She brought the paper closer, close enough for him to read but not close enough that he could feel threatened from the poison she indeed put on the letter.

    It was not a poison to kill him. No, this poison had a different purpose. She knew all about what the poison could do and what it was usually used for. She had hoped that he would hold the letter himself, but it wouldn't matter. After all, he'd still touch the poison when he sign it later, and he definitely would sign it.

    "This... you monster." He said as he read the content of the letter.

    "That makes two of us, dear brother. Because you will be signing it."

    "Hahahaha, truly you're an evil bitch, dear sister. I can't believe your would send our youngest sister to that cursed place Fortesia. This is no worse than a death sentence for a princess."

    He now understood what his sister had been planning. After all, Fortesia may be small, but it boast a strong, disciplined army, its morale maintained mostly due to the large number of women being sentenced to prostitution under false charges by people from the highest nobles to the lowest peasants. It is a place where women have no rights and need constant protection from a strong male and absolutely dependent on their males. Marriage ties with Fortesia will mean a new trade route and their military support.

    "Funny that you call me a wicked woman, little brother," she put the letter down on the desk, leaned backward and turned her face slightly to the right. She pulled his head forward so that her lips were close to his left ear as she said, "After all, it's your signature that will send our dear Celia to that hellhole."

    Albert understood it was the perfect solution to Celia's knights order problem. By marrying Celia to a prince of Fortesia, she would be stripped of all ability to move on her own. The male-centric society of Fortesia will also never take orders from a woman. But this solution had a problem.

    "I understand why you need my signature. After all the king of Fortesia will never accept any suggestion from a woman. But what if Celia refuses to marry a prince of Fortesia?" He said as he gave the sister in his lap playful bites on her neck.

    "Then we can have her hanged for treason. After that, we can start work on Alfonse or Helena. I'm thinking of having Alfonse have an accident sometime soon. What do you think, little brother?" she said as she gave him a seductive look and rubbed their crotch together on the chair.

    "What about Helena?" He asked ask he endured the rubbing between their privates. He hated how she always managed to break his pace by doing something like this.

    Fiora turned around on his lap. With her well-formed breasts pressing against his broad chest and his hardening manhood poking against the entrance of her womanhood just like the night before, she looked down, trying to hide her triumphant grin.

    <i>Just a little bit more now,</i> she thought as she looked up at his face, seducing him with her eyes. "Now, why don't you pick up the quill and sign it, little brother? Once we've sent the letter, Celia will no longer be our problem."

    "You're too dangerous to keep alive, dear sister. Maybe I should kill you first, after all." His left hand wrapped around her thin neck in a vice grip, ready to strangle her at any moment.

    "Oh dear, what makes you think I won't kill you first, dear brother?"

    "Well, I can break your neck any time now."

    "Then who would give you the antidote for the poison I fed you last night? Are you willing to die together with your sister?"

    He went quiet for a moment, before he bit her earlobe and said, "After this is over, I will keep you in chains where the sun will never shine, dear sister."

    Albert picked up the quill on the desk and signed the letter in four confident strokes. Once he finished, he realized something was wrong. He dropped the quill letter, the tip of the quill scratching against a small part of the letter creating a short line on an empty spot of the letter.

    "You bitch! Poison - the poison is on the quill!" Albert cursed as his muscles became paralyzed. He tried to break his sister's neck, but found he could not put any amount of strength in his hand or even his arm.

    She grinned at his helpless state as she easily freed her neck from his left hand. "You can never beat me, little brother. You're only alive because of my mercy. It would've been so easy to kill you like big brother Altair, boys are stupid after all."

    "I'll kill you, you bitch," he said as his mouth started foaming.

    "Oh dear, kill me? In your current state? Fufufu, I love seeing you struggle in vain. Please never change, little brother."

    "Just... kill me... if you want. I... have no ear... for your... drivel."

    "Little brother, killing you would be so easy. But I want more than your life. But let's talk about you. Your tongue is getting numb, isn't it? What's that? I can't hear what you're trying to say. What? You want me to whip you like a lowly dog? With pleasure, little brother. But first things first."

    She got up from his lap, opened the door leading to the corridor and screamed, "Guards! Something's wrong with my brother. Please help me carry him to my bed quickly!"

    The guards were quick to follow her orders. Within moments, Prince Albert who was foaming on the chair was carried to Princess Fiora's bed, his outer clothes swiftly removed at the princess's orders, leaving only the white shirt and drawers on him. When the guards volunteered to go call for the royal apothecary, she forbade them, telling them she already had the cure. Instead, she told them to go to the end of the corridor and stay there no matter what happens.

    "You... what..." the prince tried to say with difficulty.

    "You played with my body last night, little brother. This time it's my turn to play with your body. But first," she wiped her brother's foamy mouth with a clean towel, before proceeding to cover his mouth in hers.

    She licked his tongue, sucked it into her mouth. She drank in his saliva as if it was the most delicious tea. Swallowed it into her stomach. She sat on his waist, eyes closed, licking her lips as she savoured the taste of being in control. She went back for more, drinking in even more of his saliva, enjoying the power she had over his prone body. She opened her eyes, and the anger in his eyes almost made her giggle. After all, there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her.

    "There, wouldn't want you choking in your own spit now, would we?" she said as she popped the button of his shirt one after another, slowly, from top to bottom, going ever slower as she got closer to his waist.

    When the last button was removed, she pulled the shirt apart, revealing her little brother's hard abs and wide chest. She bent forward, placing her right cheek against his chest, rubbing it gently with her left hand. She looked up at him, but of course, being paralyzed he had no way of looking down at her. But that was not a problem, because, this was her way of torturing him for being so rough on her last night.

    And just like how he licked her nipples last night, she was doing to same to his left nipple. It wasn't really to arouse him, merely to inform him that she could do whatever she wanted to his body and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Right now, she wanted to lick his nipples, and was doing just that.

    When she felt bored of licking the nipples of an unresponsive person, her lips moved lower, until she stopped a couple of inches below his belly button. She didn't feel any anger or dissatisfaction for not receiving any response from her actions. After all, she knew the poison also had a side effect of reducing sensitivity. This side effect would make this particular poison pretty much useless for seduction, but that wasn't her reason for doing this. She was doing this to remind him of her superiority.

    To show him who's boss. To show her little brother that she was the older sister. To teach him humility before her. To teach him to obey her like a good little brother, just like how he did years before they started biting at each other due to the succession crisis.

    For in Arenara, only one may succeed the inheritance. She was determined to be the one who succeed the throne. Then, she could throw some scraps at her little brother, the way it should be. She could not bear the thought of her little brother acquiring the throne and putting some unknown women next to him.

    Was it sibling rivalry? She kept telling herself that she couldn't let herself lose. As for why, she thought up so many reasons, but in the end, she couldn't decide on one. She only knew she must be the queen and that was all that mattered.

    She untied his drawers on her knees, blowing air into it and giggling at seeing his drawers inflated briefly. Then slowly pulling it down, stopping when she saw the base of his manhood. She ran her index finger sensuously on the visible part of his manhood. She pulled the drawers down furthermore, while her finger never stopped playing on the surface of his privates. Her finger made circlish movements, ran along the length until it stopped at the hole where piss would've come out.

    "I wonder, dear little brother," she said as her finger played with his slightly hardening manhood, "Can you get hard when you're paralyzed?"

    She giggled when she heard his deep groan. She took off his drawers completely, leaving his naked on her bed. With an impish smile, she turned around, her face moving up his body until they were eye to eye. She was on all fours on top of him, her voluminous elaborate dress the only thing covering his nakedness.

    "How does it feel to lose all control, dear brother? How does it feel to know that I can do whatever I want to your body and there is not a single damned thing you can do about it?"

    ******
    - Chapter incomplete. Dick stuck in ceiling fan. -


    Story 2

    The protagonist is a high school girl in a secluded academy somewhere on Earth. Then starting from a certain passing of a comet, various people started popping up around her.

    First there was Helios, a handsome older guy who is very seductive and tries every hand to date her.

    Second was Edea, a beautiful girl of the same year who calls her 'beloved'. And tells her she'll wait forever for her to return.

    Third was Astraea, who comes like the wind and steals kisses from her. She is a sporty girl and excels in everything sporty.

    Fourth was Sagitta, who is a teacher at the school. She tries to protect the protagonist and seems to have some kind of understanding with Terra.

    Fifth was Terra, her little sister who ends up transferring into her high school despite being a middle schooler. Terra calls her 'mother', because she's like a mother to her, having raised Terra on her own.

    Then as if that's not enough, everyone started throwing fireballs and beams of light at each other. Eventually the protagonist found that she was not human, that she was the personification of the origin of the universe who became curious about the humans who once prospered on Eden but had to be moved to Terra after Eden became uninhabitable. Helios was the first supersun created after the creation of the universe and he was once closest to the protagonist.

    Helios wants the protagonist to return and shed her human skin. Edea wants 'mother' to impregnate her now-habitable planet with humans again. Astraea doesn't care as long as she can be close to 'mother'. Sagitta is only interested in status quo and will do whatever the protagonist wants to do. Terra is the personification of Earth and only wishes for 'mother' to live the rest of her many lives in peace, as the protagonist as the avatar of the origin once told her.

    So I don't know which ending to choose and how it should end. Help?
     
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  2. Sordahon

    Sordahon 『One Person Virtue Is Another One Sin』

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    This God says, we should reincarnate together and have wincest.
     
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    ReadOrDie already dead

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    Wincest is a game all family members can play...lo/
     
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    Raneday Not Rane

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    2nd story make a clone for each of the one?
     
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    SirPinha #Vaporwave

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    All wincest bangs together!
     
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    Ai chan Queen of Yuri, Devourer of Traps, Thrusted Witch

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    Unfortunately it's not the personification they want. If it's not the 'Point Origin' itself, it's meaningless. To become Point Origin again, the protagonist has to let go of her human life. She can create a human clone in her place, but that won't be her personally and her wish of living her many lives in peace won't be fulfilled.
     
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    Yukkuri Oniisan 『Procrastinator Archwizard Translator and Writer』

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    The third prince, using the information of the second and third princess, induced a fallout and distrust between the second prince and first princess by a false poisoning attempt at the second princess using the poison that the first princess uses to poison the king and the first prince.
    After the fallout became public knowledge, the third prince spread out rumor that the first princess tried to poison even the innocent third princess, who fell sick in the ball (or any other public event where the nobility and the gentry could saw her acting like being poisoned), to make the rumor spread out faster, he used the second princess merchant faction network as rumor mongers.
    Of course, the third prices agree to second princess dream of luxury, by a gratuitious yearly stipend promise, and merchant faction by reducing tariffs and taxes. Third princess get similar promise, and even a royal villa for she and second princess yuri fantasy.
    As the first princess' public opinion hit rock bottom, the third prince launch a soft coup d'etat using the 'casus belli' of: Exposing the First Princess malicious act and save the Second Prince from poisoning attempt. Then the third prince force the second prince: "You can keep the throne, but agree to these points". Thus Magna Charta was written........................ Wait? This is weird...
    Give me one week to research European/Asian backstabbing monarchy politics. Let see if I can come out with better idea...
     
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    nuubman Russia greatest love machine !

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    it should end with all of them being part of the harem of invisible dragon
     
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    honglath I miss my PC

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    1st story:

    The tsundere sadist couple are exiled to an island and left on their own to spend their days in peaceful arguments.

    The youngest son gets the throne as a figurehead and goes off doing his own stuff while the two lesbians are left to run the kingdom together, complementing each other's weaknesses.

    Happy end

    2nd story:

    The origin (temporarily) splits consciousness: the human component is left on earth to live a normal life (then return to origin and merge experiences) while the main part goes to work fixing stuff. All of her companions are given the choice to do the same and you pick who stays and who goes.

    No bad ends.
     
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    Sordahon 『One Person Virtue Is Another One Sin』

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    Anyway to add something worthy to this thread, I know a woman who was born from incest, she is ugly(not enough gene randomness) and strange(she talks and acts strangely), she also has a daughter, to conclude this, if you have wincest then better safe than sorry guys and girls!
     
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    What is wincest ? I only know incest its when blood related people f*ck each other in the ass.
     
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    Sordahon 『One Person Virtue Is Another One Sin』

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    Divayth Fyr made clones of himself to get daughters who call themselves his wives, because none were worthy to bang him.(small background - he is considered one of most badass sorcerers of elder scrolls and is over 4000 yo.) cheers!
     
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    Sordahon 『One Person Virtue Is Another One Sin』

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    Not only the ass, mind you, win-wincest, incest - wincest, wincest if the other side is hot.
     
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    Yukkuri Oniisan 『Procrastinator Archwizard Translator and Writer』

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    Depend on the theme I guess......
    If the story is about duty and responsibility: The MC aware of her greater duty, but said to Edea and Helios to wait until the school year is over. As the MC enjoyed her human experience, when the school year finished, she returned back to her post as the Origin, etc blablayadayada.

    If the story is about freedom to pursue my happiness: The MC aware of her greater duty, but said to Edea and Helios to wait until her human lifespan ended, she even invited the other... Astral Being? And create a 'false-real' family. Then far in the future, the MC she too returned to her rightful place in cosmos with the Astral Being(?) in her side as an eternal family, etc blablayadayada.

    Wait... There is no duty and responsibility or freedom at all....... I suck at writing a grandiose themed story, hence why I stick on Slice of Life.
     
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    Ananya Top lvl Gokiburi Buster

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    Hey Love chan are u trolling us?
     
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    pirateking36 [[-Worst King-]]

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    You might want to start with Julius Caesar?
     
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    J-Mitch ⚖ Tipping the Scales of the World

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    Only read the 1st one. Sounds complicated. If you want to end it, the obvious course of action is someone wins the throne. When you have multiple competitors, some need to die, others need to be made incapable of ascending the throne.

    Factors for why someone can't gain the throne.
    1. Found to be an illegitimate child
    2. They are dead
    3. Politics - ex. People found about the incest
    4. Man was castrated, or Man or Woman was found to be gay (either way, succession to the throne after their rule is thrown into suspect as there will not be a blood-related heir). If succession is placed in doubt, that Princess or Prince will lose political capital.
    5. Prince or Princess is found to have worked with an enemy of the State
    6. And the list goes on.
     
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    Yukkuri Oniisan 『Procrastinator Archwizard Translator and Writer』

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    I think I look at my old CK2 saves... Perhaps I could find a good story in the disintegrating Frankish kingdom
     
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    Ai chan Queen of Yuri, Devourer of Traps, Thrusted Witch

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    I'll share a snippet of the story here. It's only the one I have in my mobile. The rest is at home in my laptop. CAUTION: Lewd incest.

    The grand bell rang 24 times that day, signifying the end of the king's 24 years rule. On that day, the casket carrying the late king's body was escorted down the central road out through the north gate, on the opposite direction of when he took power. The procession was led by the king's first prince, Prince Altair the Piratebane.

    The late king was much loved by the people, for his continuous cultural and economic reforms that made life better for everyone, commoners and privileged all equally. Not a day went by without bards singing songs about him or merchants praising his amazing acumen or nobles swearing their oaths of loyalty. Yet, as with all good things, everything must come to an end.

    The populace wondered how the crown prince would be like. They knew he would be a good king, but in what way? Unlike other kingdoms, they could be assured that they would not get an incapable king. For in Arenara, one does not become the heir for the good fortune of being born first. In Arenara one can only inherit if they are the best among the other candidates. There can be only one winner.

    But the populace was not worried, as the first prince was clearly a capable man. Considering that his younger siblings were much too young to ever compete, the future seemed certain and everyone was assured of their future. That was, until Prince Altair died at the dinner table. Suddenly, the future was no longer sure.

    Everyone waited with apprehension as the curtain drew for a game of royal treachery the likes they could only imagine. While the commoners viewed the future with fear, some others viewed it with great interest. For where there is conflict, there is profit.

    ******

    On this very day, Prince Albert, second prince of Arenara Kingdom and Princess Fiora, first princess of Arenara Kingdom were resting on the terrace connected to the upper floor of the royal palace. It was a four hundred-foot tall terrace, connected through the throne room and the hall in front of the king's private chambers. Overlooking a vast palace garden, it provided a magnificent view of the garden and the surrounding countryside. Indeed, this terrace had been routinely used generation after generation for the purpose of stroking the ego of the royal family.

    However, the conversation taking place on the terrace at this time was anything but routine.

    Prince Albert, the very picture of a dashing prince was leaning against the guardrails at the edge of the terrace. His short hair blown gently in the breeze. He was looking at his older sister, Princess Fiora who was gracefully sipping coffee at the table a few feet away, "Why don't you come sit over here with me, dear sister?"

    She put down the cup in her hand. Wiping her mouth lightly with the handkerchief she took out from the pocket of her dress, she said, "No thank you. I wouldn't want to be pushed and die with my head crashing against the garden below. It would ruin the groundkeeper's hard work."

    "Oh, I wouldn't do something so crass," he said with a friendly smile.

    "Dear me, you think I would believe that from someone who arranged to have his own older sister raped to death?" There was no change in her expression. Neither anger nor sadness, it was as if being raped to death was expected of a royal princess.

    "Are you sure that was me, big sister? Maybe it's one of our little siblings?" he said while still maintaining his smile.

    "You're the only one rotten enough to want to see me suffer a demeaning death, little brother," the princess said as she took a sample of the moist cheese cake in front of her.

    "Oh, I'm sure I can name a few other people who would love to see your shameful death, dear sister of mine."

    The princess wiped her lips again with the same handkerchief, despite there being a perfectly clean napkin already prepared before her. "Why don't you be a man and do it yourself, little brother? Or are you inadequate?"

    She made a cheerful little smile as she insinuated that the prince was impotent.

    The prince got up from the railing and crossed over the short distance to the tea table. He bent slightly forward, hooked his fingers under the princess's chin and lifted her head so that he could look at her in the eyes, "Oh? Is that an invitation, dear sister? Could it be that my dear elder sister is eager to be used by her own brother?"

    "Hm? You are suggesting that I'd want this scum whom I had the misfortune of sharing the same blood with to sully my pure body. The answer is of course, not in your life, dear brother."

    "I think my dear elder sister is lusty for her own brother. Why don't you show how eagerness to please your little brother, dear sister of mine?" he said as he leaned his face forward.

    "Nonsense. I would rather mate with a dog than with you, dear brother of mine," she said as she also leaned her head forward.

    "One of these days, I'd love to see that, dear sister." He leaned forward even further, so much so that there was only a space of two inches between their face.

    "One of these days, I'd love to see you impaled at the point of a spear, dear brother." She also leaned forward, she could already smell his breath whenever she breathed in.

    She found it wasn't unpleasant, neither did he. For what seemed like an eternity, they simply stared at each other. Their breaths heavy as they breathed in the same air between them. Her left hand moved without her noticing. His right hand too moved without him noticing. Their hands then met and instead of being repulsed, they became entwined, their fingers entangled together.

    In his eyes, his older sister looked so beautiful with her perfectly formed oval face. Her eyes, blue as the deepest ocean, usually wide and alert, now narrowed slightly. The wetness in her eyes made her look like she was about to cry, yet also strangely drew him in, threatening to drown him in that blue ocean. In his eyes, his older sister wasn't someone whom he could act spoilt with like any other younger brother. In his eyes, she was a desirable woman with excellent beauty.

    In her eyes, her younger brother, separated by only a year looked so handsome with his short hair blowing lightly in the wind. The smug look that he almost permanently wore with that face only made him look more adorable to her. His eyes, black like the deepest hole with which no light could escape from, drew her in. It threatened to pull her into its deepest depths and refusing to let her go. She knew that if she was pulled into its depths, she would never recover, yet at this moment, she couldn't care less. In her eyes, her younger brother wasn't someone she could spoil in her innocence. This was a man, and she knew even consciously, that he was meant for greatness.

    He bent down.

    Her face pointed upward.

    Their eyes drowning in each other's gazes as their lips came so close together. Closer and closer, inches from each other. Until...

    ... their lips came into contact with the silk fabric of a fully opened folding fan.

    "What exactly are you two doing, esteemed elder sister and esteemed elder brother?"

    Both Albert and Fiora turned their heads to the owner of the voice, a young girl barely thirteen summers old. She wore an elegant blue silk dress, with petticoats fluffing the inside of her skirt and laces decorating the outside. In her hair was a pair of matching blue ribbons, tying her hair up in twin sidetails.

    The girl in elegant blue silk dress withdrew her hand and closed the folding fan. Placing the tip of the folding fan at her lips, she softly said, "Could it be this is not your first time doing this?"

    "Helena!" Fiora yelled.

    "Celia!" Albert barked at the same time.

    Fiora and Albert snapped their heads back at each other, still in their previous position. Fiora headbutted Albert's forehead, causing Albert to withdraw in shock while covering his forehead.

    "It's Helena!" Fiora repeated.

    "No, it's Celia! Look at her face!" Albert argued.

    "They're identical twins! How can you tell from just the face?!"

    "Celia is cuter!"

    "Excuse me, esteemed royal brother. I am Helena!" the girl introduced herself.

    "Yes! Wahahaha!" Fiora punched the air in a gesture of victory. "See how foolish it is to go against me, little brother?"

    "No!!! This can't be!" Albert was on all fours on the floor, beating the marble floor with his fists.

    "Now you understand why your big sister is always right! Hahahaha!"

    "You are both too weird. I shall take my leave, esteemed elder sister and esteemed elder brother," Helena said as she left while minding her steps so that she didn't make any sound that would draw the attention of her older brother and sister.

    She thought perhaps she should've picked a better time to talk to either of them. But she couldn't stand watching it. The entire scene was annoying her. It was annoying her a whole damned lot. So much so that she involuntarily came out of hiding.

    "Is she gone?" Fiora said in a low voice without looking at the doorway behind her.

    "Seems like it," Albert said as he stood up from the floor, "Let me check."

    When he came back, he said, "She's not there anymore. I know you're just going to lie, but is she your collaborator?"

    "Of course not. She's too sneaky. I don't like it."

    "Funny hearing that from you."

    She looked annoyed, but understood what he was trying to say. After all, she was the one suspected of killing their big brother Altair with poison, although nobody had any evidence. Instead, she said, "We have a bigger problem than Helena."

    "Yes, and that problem is you."

    She giggled at his remark and said, "Well, can you blame me? If only you don't kiss like a wimp, little brother."

    He slapped his sister until she bled from the mouth from having bitten her lips. He backhanded her just because it wouldn't feel right. After all, one must have proper balance. Slapping only one cheek would be unfair to the other cheek.

    "You slap like a little girl, little brother," she said with a smug grin as if the blood on her lips didn't exist.

    "Oh, I will enjoy beating you up in my own convenience, big sister. I would especially enjoy seeing you die in shame for everyone to see. But jokes aside, I admit, we do have a real problem here."

    "Yes, Alphonse is meeting up with the king of Laika and this is going give him more legitimacy to the throne. This is a big problem."

    "I was actually thinking about Helena seducing the nobles and Celia appealing to the knights with tears. But that one is a problem too."

    "I'm aware of what Helena and Celia are doing. Nothing escapes my notice, my scumbag little brother."

    "Yet you do nothing?"

    "Why would I dirty my hands when my pitiful, short sighted little brother has been killing off their contacts one after another?"

    "So why bother talking about it?"

    "Of course because I was worried you didn't know about it. I wanted to see what you're going to do about it. Watching you struggle in vain is my greatest joy."

    "Ahh... you really get on my nerves. I shouldn't have bothered listening to you."

    "Poor you," she got up and pushed him into the empty chair right beside hers. "Doing all those things," she said as she sat on his lap, "and yet it's all for naught. I'm almost starting to pity you now, dear little brother."

    As he was being sat on by his elder sister, he could only squeeze her voluminous breast meat roughly. It made her wince slightly from the pain of his fingers digging into her flesh, but otherwise, she made no reaction. She didn't even try removing his hand from her breast.

    "Oh? So it's all useless, isn't it?" he asked, still trying to provoke a response from her by squeezing her breast harder with his right hand. "Then what about your attempt to poison all our siblings? At least what I did succeeded."

    "That was not a failure. I gave everyone non lethal poison to teach you your place," she tried to stand but his left hand pulled her back down again by her slim waist.

    "Let me go!" she commanded as she tried to push away his hand around her waist and on her breast.

    "Did I touch a sore spot, dear sister?" he said with a sneer.

    "There will be other opportunities. Next time, my mercy will not save any of you. Humph!" she said with confidence. After all, she already had the suitable poisons prepared.

    "And the fact that you executed a maid the very next day had nothing to do with that, I bet."

    "That's right, she was executed for treason. It had nothing to do with the poison."

    "But I've been curious, big sister. Why wasn't I included in that poisoning attempt? I almost felt neglected."

    Of course, he didn't want to be poisoned, but it had been playing in his mind.

    "Humph. You're special, dear brother."

    "Don't tell me you having romantic feelings for me and you can't bear killing me, my dear blackhearted sister. That would be too funny."

    "You wish! No, dear brother, you're the only one I want to kill with my own hands. But that will be after our little siblings are no longer around. I don't want anyone to disturb us when I kill you."

    She kissed him deeply in the lips before she broke it off to say, "I hope you understand this is nothing close to romantic feelings, dear little brother. I want to watch you closely when you're dying. I want to see that fear in your eyes and-"

    He silenced her with his own lips. His right hand squeezed her breasts gently now before it travelled down her dress. His left hand pulled her closer by the waist as her arms wrapped around his neck and her eyes closed in bliss. His right hand continued down her dress, touching her calves, then travelled upwards under her skirt. He touched the trio of small throwing knives wrapped around her lower left leg on his way, but it didn't even stop him as he went further upwards. His progress appeared unimpeded until she pressed a small knife at his neck before breaking the kiss.

    "I can kill you this easily, little brother. Would you like to go further?"

    He laughed as he pulled out his right hand from under her dress.

    "Very well then, I wouldn't want to die before my little brothers and sisters. So how about we call it a truce for now, dear sister?"

    "I always love our negotiations, little brother."

    "I hate having a bitch for a sister."

    She giggled without even getting up from his lap. She straightened up and with a quick pull of her arms around his neck, his face was buried in the suffocating mass of lace and breast meat. With her face red from having his face mashed against her breasts, she said, "So let's discuss how we're going to kill off our little brother and sisters properly."

    ******

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    He kicked her door open as she was sipping tea at the balcony of her reading room. "You bitch!"

    "Oh my, how nice of you to drop in, little brother. Please come in, the door wasn't locked," she said as she told the maids to move her tea set into the room. Certainly, she wouldn't put it pass her little brother to throw her and her tea set off the balcony in his anger.

    "Out!" he told the maids the moment they finished setting the tea on the table in the princess's reading room.

    She simply smiled as she stood up from the chair at the balcony while sipping her tea. He took two steps forward and slapped the tea cup away, causing it fall to the floor and breaking with a loud noise. He pushed her against the wall trapping her head between his hands

    "You bitch!"

    "Oh my, what could you be so angry about, dear little brother?"

    "You dare use your authority to chase the envoys out. Tell me why I shouldn't just throw you out of the window right now."

    "Is this about Erunoss?"

    "You know damned well what it's about."

    "Dear brother", she caresses his face with her right hand, "Do you know absolutely nothing?"

    He grabs the hair in the back of her head with his right hand and holds her right hand in a firm grip with the other, causing her to wince in pain.

    "Explain or I will kill you right now."

    "Do you know what Erunoss is famous for?"

    He doesn't answer.

    "Puppets. They can sniff the smell of succession conflicts, dear brother. I know you want to get some foreign assistance to handle the help that our little brother and sisters been massing right under our noses, but this is not the way. I will not allow our kingdom to become another kingdom's puppet."

    "You could've just told me last night."

    "You were trying to kill me," she wraps her arms around his neck, "Why would I help someone who's trying to kill me?" she gives him a sly smile before pulling his face closer and gives him a light kiss full of mischief.

    "Because of you, weeks of hard work went down the drain."

    "It doesn't have to. I have prepared a letter on my desk. All it needs is your signature and the royal seal."

    "Why would anything that you write need my signature?"

    "The answer would be evident if you would just take a look at the contents."

    "If it's not satisfying me, I will kill you on the spot."

    "What makes you think I will be the one dead, dear brother?"

    The prince releases his grip on her hair, but pulls her by the hand to her reading room. He throws her onto the leatherbacked chair roughly, watching her as she rubbed her bum in pain.

    "Aiya, why are you so rough with a lady, little brother."

    Seeming satisfied, he pulls her back up before taking a seat on the same chair.

    "Oh, I get it, you thought I prepared a death trap on that chair, didn't you?"

    "It would be strange if you didn't do anything. You haven't tried to kill me for the past two days. Makes me think you've been preparing something more elaborate."

    The princess made a wicked grin.

    "Oh yes, I've been preparing something very special. Why don't you open the letter, my - hyaa!"

    The princess screams as the prince pulls her down on his lap.

    "Your constant urging for me to open the letter is making me suspicious, dear sister. Please open the letter for me with your own bare hands, dear sister."

    He said with his left hand wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand makes a firm hold on her slim neck.

    She giggles. "You're such a cute little brother, aren't you? There is no poison that retains its murderous ability when dry, little brother."

    "Oh you would happen to know, of course. After all, you killed our big brother with poison when it appeared as if he would succeed the throne."

    She giggles. "Ah, dear brother." She leans back and moving her lips right on his left ear, she says, "Can you prove it ever happen?"

    "Why would I? His death is good for me too. But you're delaying, dear sister. What are you afraid of from this seemingly harmless letter?"

    "Afraid? Oh no, dear brother. I just want to drive up the suspense. You will love this, I assure you."

    He bit her neck lightly as he growled into her ears, "I don't like surprises, dear sister. You gave me plenty in the past few years. Some of which I barely escaped alive. Just show it to me."

    "Here you go," she said as she picked up the letter carefully, but seemingly carelessly so to avoid him from suspecting anything. She brought the paper closer, close enough for him to read but not close enough that he could feel threatened from the poison she indeed put on the letter.

    It was not a poison to kill him. No, this poison had a different purpose. She knew all about what the poison could do and what it was usually used for. She had hoped that he would hold the letter himself, but it wouldn't matter. After all, he'd still touch the poison when he sign it later, and he definitely would sign it.

    "This... you monster." He said as he read the content of the letter.

    "That makes two of us, dear brother. Because you will be signing it."

    "Hahahaha, truly you're an evil bitch, dear sister. I can't believe your would send our youngest sister to that cursed place Fortesia. This is no worse than a death sentence for a princess."

    He now understood what his sister had been planning. After all, Fortesia may be small, but it boast a strong, disciplined army, its morale maintained mostly due to the large number of women being sentenced to prostitution under false charges by people from the highest nobles to the lowest peasants. It is a place where women have no rights and need constant protection from a strong male and absolutely dependent on their males. Marriage ties with Fortesia will mean a new trade route and their military support.

    "Funny that you call me a wicked woman, little brother," she put the letter down on the desk, leaned backward and turned her face slightly to the right. She pulled his head forward so that her lips were close to his left ear as she said, "After all, it's your signature that will send our dear Celia to that hellhole."

    Albert understood it was the perfect solution to Celia's knights order problem. By marrying Celia to a prince of Fortesia, she would be stripped of all ability to move on her own. The male-centric society of Fortesia will also never take orders from a woman. But this solution had a problem.

    "I understand why you need my signature. After all the king of Fortesia will never accept any suggestion from a woman. But what if Celia refuses to marry a prince of Fortesia?" He said as he gave the sister in his lap playful bites on her neck.

    "Then we can have her hanged for treason. After that, we can start work on Alfonse or Helena. I'm thinking of having Alfonse have an accident sometime soon. What do you think, little brother?" she said as she gave him a seductive look and rubbed their crotch together on the chair.

    "What about Helena?" He asked ask he endured the rubbing between their privates. He hated how she always managed to break his pace by doing something like this.

    Fiora turned around on his lap. With her well-formed breasts pressing against his broad chest and his hardening manhood poking against the entrance of her womanhood just like the night before, she looked down, trying to hide her triumphant grin.

    <i>Just a little bit more now,</i> she thought as she looked up at his face, seducing him with her eyes. "Now, why don't you pick up the quill and sign it, little brother? Once we've sent the letter, Celia will no longer be our problem."

    "You're too dangerous to keep alive, dear sister. Maybe I should kill you first, after all." His left hand wrapped around her thin neck in a vice grip, ready to strangle her at any moment.

    "Oh dear, what makes you think I won't kill you first, dear brother?"

    "Well, I can break your neck any time now."

    "Then who would give you the antidote for the poison I fed you last night? Are you willing to die together with your sister?"

    He went quiet for a moment, before he bit her earlobe and said, "After this is over, I will keep you in chains where the sun will never shine, dear sister."

    Albert picked up the quill on the desk and signed the letter in four confident strokes. Once he finished, he realized something was wrong. He dropped the quill letter, the tip of the quill scratching against a small part of the letter creating a short line on an empty spot of the letter.

    "You bitch! Poison - the poison is on the quill!" Albert cursed as his muscles became paralyzed. He tried to break his sister's neck, but found he could not put any amount of strength in his hand or even his arm.

    She grinned at his helpless state as she easily freed her neck from his left hand. "You can never beat me, little brother. You're only alive because of my mercy. It would've been so easy to kill you like big brother Altair, boys are stupid after all."

    "I'll kill you, you bitch," he said as his mouth started foaming.

    "Oh dear, kill me? In your current state? Fufufu, I love seeing you struggle in vain. Please never change, little brother."

    "Just... kill me... if you want. I... have no ear... for your... drivel."

    "Little brother, killing you would be so easy. But I want more than your life. But let's talk about you. Your tongue is getting numb, isn't it? What's that? I can't hear what you're trying to say. What? You want me to whip you like a lowly dog? With pleasure, little brother. But first things first."

    She got up from his lap, opened the door leading to the corridor and screamed, "Guards! Something's wrong with my brother. Please help me carry him to my bed quickly!"

    The guards were quick to follow her orders. Within moments, Prince Albert who was foaming on the chair was carried to Princess Fiora's bed, his outer clothes swiftly removed at the princess's orders, leaving only the white shirt and drawers on him. When the guards volunteered to go call for the royal apothecary, she forbade them, telling them she already had the cure. Instead, she told them to go to the end of the corridor and stay there no matter what happens.

    "You... what..." the prince tried to say with difficulty.

    "You played with my body last night, little brother. This time it's my turn to play with your body. But first," she wiped her brother's foamy mouth with a clean towel, before proceeding to cover his mouth in hers.

    She licked his tongue, sucked it into her mouth. She drank in his saliva as if it was the most delicious tea. Swallowed it into her stomach. She sat on his waist, eyes closed, licking her lips as she savoured the taste of being in control. She went back for more, drinking in even more of his saliva, enjoying the power she had over his prone body. She opened her eyes, and the anger in his eyes almost made her giggle. After all, there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her.

    "There, wouldn't want you choking in your own spit now, would we?" she said as she popped the button of his shirt one after another, slowly, from top to bottom, going ever slower as she got closer to his waist.

    When the last button was removed, she pulled the shirt apart, revealing her little brother's hard abs and wide chest. She bent forward, placing her right cheek against his chest, rubbing it gently with her left hand. She looked up at him, but of course, being paralyzed he had no way of looking down at her. But that was not a problem, because, this was her way of torturing him for being so rough on her last night.

    And just like how he licked her nipples last night, she was doing to same to his left nipple. It wasn't really to arouse him, merely to inform him that she could do whatever she wanted to his body and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Right now, she wanted to lick his nipples, and was doing just that.

    When she felt bored of licking the nipples of an unresponsive person, her lips moved lower, until she stopped a couple of inches below his belly button. She didn't feel any anger or dissatisfaction for not receiving any response from her actions. After all, she knew the poison also had a side effect of reducing sensitivity. This side effect would make this particular poison pretty much useless for seduction, but that wasn't her reason for doing this. She was doing this to remind him of her superiority.

    To show him who's boss. To show her little brother that she was the older sister. To teach him humility before her. To teach him to obey her like a good little brother, just like how he did years before they started biting at each other due to the succession crisis.

    For in Arenara, only one may succeed the inheritance. She was determined to be the one who succeed the throne. Then, she could throw some scraps at her little brother, the way it should be. She could not bear the thought of her little brother acquiring the throne and putting some unknown women next to him.

    Was it sibling rivalry? She kept telling herself that she couldn't let herself lose. As for why, she thought up so many reasons, but in the end, she couldn't decide on one. She only knew she must be the queen and that was all that mattered.

    She untied his drawers on her knees, blowing air into it and giggling at seeing his drawers inflated briefly. Then slowly pulling it down, stopping when she saw the base of his manhood. She ran her index finger sensuously on the visible part of his manhood. She pulled the drawers down furthermore, while her finger never stopped playing on the surface of his privates. Her finger made circlish movements, ran along the length until it stopped at the hole where piss would've come out.

    "I wonder, dear little brother," she said as her finger played with his slightly hardening manhood, "Can you get hard when you're paralyzed?"

    She giggled when she heard his deep groan. She took off his drawers completely, leaving his naked on her bed. With an impish smile, she turned around, her face moving up his body until they were eye to eye. She was on all fours on top of him, her voluminous elaborate dress the only thing covering his nakedness.

    "How does it feel to lose all control, dear brother? How does it feel to know that I can do whatever I want to your body and there is not a single damned thing you can do about it?"

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    - Chapter incomplete. Dick stuck in ceiling fan. -
     
    Last edited: Aug 14, 2017