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Reunion	By : Soliloquy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Velendra climbed the few steps to the Silvermoon apartment. She glanced down at the piece of parchment in her hand. She indeed had the correct address. Folding it carefully, she tucked it into her bag and proceeded to knock on the oak door. The mage’s hands fell over her round belly. The swell of pregnancy was apparent on the female Sin’dorei. The rich fabric of her robes had begun to get tight in certain places. Small, pearlesque buttons looked as though they might just pop as they trailed down the tailored bodice. Her breasts had started to enlarge in the last few weeks and Velendra knew she had to start altering her clothes soon. But for now, they would do.
It had been many years since she had last seen her brother. Childhood circumstances being what they were, the two had been separated when he was just a toddler. She wasn’t even sure he would remember her. It had taken her some time to track him down, but her efforts had finally paid off and there she stood, at the address she was given, waiting to see if he still lived there.
The door opened slowly and a young Sin’dorei male peered out. His eyes scanned over Velendra as she quirked a brow.
“Can I help you?” He asked. The mage smiled at him.
“Sylviel, is that you?” The mage tilted her head to the side, trying to determine if this was, in fact, her brother. The young man furrowed his brow at the mention of his name.
“Who are you?” He asked somewhat abruptly. His gaze quickly scanned her form, noticing her rounded belly right away. Was this some old lover of his he couldn’t quite remember? She was attractive enough to have caught his interest. Velendra smiled warmly at him.
“I’m not sure you will remember me,” she began, “I left when you were a small child,” She looked over the man. His auburn hair was pulled into to the side in a loose ponytail and his clothes were casual. “My name is Velendra. I am your sister,” she said plainly, gauging his reaction. Sylviel looked at her with an expression of slight bewilderment.
“I do not remember much about my childhood,” he said as he opened the door a bit more. He furrowed his brow, trying to recollect the woman in front of him. “I believe I was placed in the orphanage at a young age,” He frowned, “How rude of me,” he said, opening the door wide, “Why don’t you come in and have a seat instead of standing there in your condition,” His eyes moved down over the mage’s curvy form and focused on her belly. She smiled at him and stepped inside the apartment.
“Thank you,” He motioned to the couch and she gingerly took a seat. The robes hugged her figure and she smoothed them out as best she could. Sylviel glanced over at her, his eyes catching her full breasts and he immediately looked down. Velendra had caught the gaze but said nothing. Her brother had grown up to be quite an attractive man, she wouldn’t deny it. And the glance did her ego a world of good. He sat down next to her.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” He asked. He tried to keep his focus on her face, but the more he looked at her, the more he couldn’t help but feel a pull to let his eyes wash over her body. This was his sister, for crying out loud. He furrowed his brow slightly, but the tug was there.
“No, I’m fine for the moment, thank you,” The mage replied. She shifted her body to face him, “I know it’s taken me awhile to come forth. Life seemed to have taken quite the turn after I left,” she said as she looked at him. He smiled back at her.
“You’re here now. It’s good to have family about. That’s one of the things that seem to have been lacking in my life,” he said. She smiled widely.
“It most certainly is,” the mage moved a hand to her belly once more, “I think this caused me to properly seek you out. You know, I used to change your diapers,” she chuckled. Syl felt himself turn slightly red at the comment, and he smirked.
“I guess you have the advantage of already seeing me naked then,” he replied, then stopped short. Had he just flirted with her? What was wrong with him?
Velendra couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment and the fact that he had seemed somewhat embarrassed by it. She placed her hand on his lap, boldly. “There is no need to feel self-conscious.” She patted his leg then it occurred to her the action might be somewhat out of place. Her naturally flirtatious nature forgot that this was indeed her brother sitting next to her. She smiled, pulling her hand back. She couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Would this have been a stranger walking down the street, she would have stopped to admire him. She shook her head slightly to push the idea from her mind. He looked at her quizzically.
“Is something the matter?” He asked. Sylviel wasn’t quite sure how to deal with the woman sitting next to him. She claimed to be his sister and yes, there was a resemblance, but he felt an incredible pull towards her. He furrowed his brow at the thought. Not only was this his sister but she was carrying someone else’s child.
“Not at all,” She smiled once more. “So tell me, Syl. Is there a sister-in-law I should meet?” Velendra shifted slightly in her seat. He shook his head.
“No,” he replied. “Not really had much time for socializing. Spent a lot of the last year in Northrend.” he noticed her shift, the rustling of her robes resonating louder than everything else, for some reason. His eyes trailed over her form. It had been a long time since he’d been this close to a woman. The year in Northrend had been brutal. His gaze lingered on her curves. Did she notice him staring? Did he care? He snapped his eyes back up to hers. “And what of you Vel?” he looked down at her belly and back up to her.
“Ah, we are not married. The father is away for a few months. Battle has taken him to the Twilight Highlands,” She nodded, placing her hands carefully on her lap. Sylviel nodded in return, his eyes glancing at her hands. Her skin was pale, almost milky in complexion. It looked soft. He reached out, hesitantly, hand hovering over her belly.
“May I?” He asked quietly. Velendra smiled.
“Of course!” her hands fell to her side as she felt him touch her belly. He let his hand rest there, feeling the curve of it. But as he marveled at her pregnant form, he felt the tug of arousal within him and became tense suddenly as he felt himself hardened. She furrowed her brow, noticing him tense. “It’s quite alright. It doesn’t hurt or anything,” she said reassuringly. He chuckled nervously, pulling his hand back and shifting in his seat, trying to hide his excitement. She looked at him curiously.
“I just didn’t want to overstep any boundaries,” he said, nodding curtly. She tilted her head to the side, somewhat confused, and then looked down. She paused somewhat, then looked at him, smiling gregariously and patting his lap once more.
“You worry too much, Syl. Strangers in the street come up and place their hands on my belly. I believe people think they have every right to with a pregnant woman,” she chuckled lightly. He shifted again, her touch causing him to harden more. She furrowed her brow, glancing over at him. Her eyes widened slightly as she noticed the cause of his movements. Her brother was aroused. Her cheeks seemed to flush with light colour as they sat in the awkwardness of the moment. She couldn’t deny the draw to him, and his current state of arousal only egged her forward. She slid closer to him, the hand on his lap remaining as it inched further up.
He watched her carefully. What was she doing? Was she purposely trying to tease him? His breath caught in his throat.
“Vel,” he began. His eyes focused on her hand, then moved up over the roundness of her belly and up to the curve of her full breasts. She smiled at him.
“You worry too much, Syl,” she repeated, this time in a hushed tone. Her hand boldly moved to his crotch, brushing against his trapped bulge. He groaned. “Forgive me, it seems I cannot help myself,” she whispered. It had been too long since she had felt such arousal, been fed such attention. His eyes moved up to hers, their gaze heady and unfocused.
“I don’t believe there is anything to forgive,” he said quietly, his own hand moving to her lap and slowly trailing up her thigh, bringing the skirt of her robe with it. Gradually he hitched up her robe, letting it bunch up at the base of her belly. She let out a small gasp as she felt her legs and thighs exposed. His hand pressed between them, gripping them slightly and feeling the supple flesh mold. She moaned, removing her hand from his groin and leaning back on the couch. He hands fell to her sides as she let her thighs part ever so slightly.
“I want you to overstep your boundaries, Syl,” she whispered as she looked at him. He grinned slowly, his hand creeping up between her thighs. It paused, inches away from her thinly veiled nether. She shivered in anticipation, but he pulled his hand away, moving it over her round belly and up towards her generous breasts. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as she felt her nipples harden beneath the fabric of the robe. One by one, the small buttons on her bodice were slowly undone as her abundant breasts spilled out. He groaned at the sight, his shaft jerking slightly in his trousers. His strong hand came up to cup one as he leaned in, pressing his lips against the pert nipple. She gasped as his mouth closed in on it, tugging and suckling softly. “Syl, I should warn you, I-“, but before she could explain, the slight trickle fell onto his tongue. Velendra’s face reddened as she felt the droplet escape from her nipple. Sylviel grinned against her breast, coming off it gently and looking at her.
“Isn’t today all about overstepping boundaries, sister?” he smiled darkly, licking his lips. The lust had begun to take him over. Her compliance had urged the boldness out of him. He squeezed the supple orb. “You’ve come here, teasing me with this soft, round body. You tell me you’re my sister, but yet, the fact does not deter me. You carry another’s child, and I don’t care. This is a fine treat, and I will indulge in it,” His mouth leaned in once more, latching onto her nipple as he began to suck. Velendra moaned as she leaned back. The sensation was bewitching. His tongue twirled around the stiff nub as his lips suctioned on, slowly forcing the milk to escape into his eager mouth. She arched her back, her smooth thighs spreading further as her brother fed from her full tit. Her hands came up to cradle his head there, the soft suckling sounds filled the room as he milked the lavish breast. His eyes looked up at his sister, watching her expression soften and morph into pleasure. A free hand placed itself again on her lap, crawling up her inner thigh until it pressed against her thin panties. Again, she moaned, instinctively bucking her hips towards his touch. He came off her nipple with an audible pop. His fingers traced the outline of her lips through the panties. She looked down at him, eyes half-lidded.
“It appears to be,” she replied to his earlier question. He smiled, tongue darting out to catch the rogue droplet that lingered on her hard nipple. His fingers began to rub against her clothed sex and she moaned.
“It is you who must forgive me, sister,” his warm breath cascaded onto her stiff nub and she squirmed, pressing herself against his rubbing fingers. “All I know is that I want what has been put before me. And I will take it,” his voice was subdued, but the desire in it was apparent. Velendra grinned at his words. Wantonly, she spread her legs further. He grinned at her response. “It seems you want it too. Tell me, how long have you been without?” his fingers traced along the edge of the panties, hooking themselves in as he slowly pushed them aside. She moaned softly, feeling her wet lips finally exposed.
“Too long,” she breathed, leaning back still and offering her ripe body to him. He smiled as his fingers ran along her moist slit.
“I know the feeling all too well,” he replied as he pressed those digits against her damp folds. Her eyelids fluttered and she let out a soft whimper. “It seems like you are in need of this,” His fingers found her clit and began to slowly massage it. She moved her hips up slightly to meet his strokes. “Oh you definitely need this,” he purred and dipped his head against her full breasts once more. Latching onto the other teat, he began to suck as his fingers pressed urgently against her slit. Velendra moaned, arching her back and forcing her sumptuous orbs out. She felt him feed from her as the relentless finger finally forced its way into her tight cunt. He pressed against her walls and she moaned louder, tightening her pussy around his infiltration. “So fucking tight…” he breathed against the seeping nipple, heady from the milk and the intoxicating sound of his sister’s moans.
“Mmm, this feels wonderful Syl,” she breathed, her soft form slowly undulating as he began to slide his finger in and out of her moist quim. He grinned against the plump breast.
“I don’t ever want you to go without, sister,” Again his warm breath bathed her stiff nipple. His finger dug within her, swilling around that tight rift as his thumb came up to press at her clit. He bucked against him, her body yielding to him. He grinned at her movements, watching the wanton way she gave herself over to him. “So tight with just my finger in there. I would have to wonder if you could handle my cock,” His words were forward, but they only seemed to press her further. She let out a moan, taking her lower lip in between her teeth in a soft bite.
“Maybe we should find out,” Her breathing was ragged as she the pleasure swelled within her. His tongue lapped at her nipple, mouth latching on for a quick suck.
“Are you sure you want this Vel? Your body tells me you need it… crave it. But I don’t want you to regret anything,” He looked up at her, his eyes coy as he teased her aching nipple. She smiled down at him. Instead of validating his question with a spoken response, she gently nudged him back and stood before him. He watched as his breath got caught in his throat. She slid the robe off her shoulders, her copious breasts fully exposed, round and soft. Gliding the garment over her belly and full hips, it fell to the floor with a soft thud. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she stood before him in her in nothing but her disheveled panties. Sylviel groaned as his hand immediately trailed to his crotch and he rubbed the trapped erection. She smiled at him, her eyes focused on the bulge between his legs.
“Free yourself, brother. Let’s see what you have for me,” her voice was smooth, almost a purr as she watched him unfasten his belt and hastily tug it off. His fingers made short work of the buttons and soon he had shrugged off the trousers, sitting back on the couch, his rigid veiny shaft standing at full attention for her. Her smile transformed into a delectable grin as she looked at his pristine cock. Slowly the mage turned her back to him, moving back, legs together for the most part. He spread his and moved his hands towards her, gently running them up and down her full hips. She swayed her hips slightly, jutting her ass back and grazing the tip of his cock with her lush cheeks. He groaned in delight, watching her hourglass shape slowly rock before him. His hands smoothed over her full ass cheeks, scooping underneath them to slip in between her legs and tease her sodden slit. She moaned, bring her hands up to cup her swollen breasts.
“I need you, Vel,” he whispered, transfixed by her fertile form. She smiled as she looked back at him. Moving her hands from her breasts, she nudged his knees together as she spread her own legs, gently straddling his lap. He groaned once more as he felt the hint of her wetness on his bare thighs.
“And what of you, brother?” she seemed to coo as she began a slow, supple grind against his lap. “Are you sure you want this?” She brought her body up and shifted back slightly. He moved forward on the couch, allowing his stiff length to connect with her moist nether. A low moan would spill from his lips as Velendra teasingly began to rub her sodden slit along his meaty shaft.
“Y-yes,” he breathed, moving his hands to her hips and urging her down on him. His head would poke at that succulent gash, trying to press in. She moaned as she felt his head urge itself in. She gasped as she stretched around his smooth tip. He shuddered. “Fuck,” he whispered, his senses reeling at how tight she was.
“Yes, let’s fuck,” she said brazenly as she let her full weight fall on his shaft. Her cry mingled with his loud moan as he felt himself hilt inside her tight cunt. Her walls stretched taut around his throbbing length and she trembled, feeling such fullness for the first time in a long time.
With one hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back, Sylviel slowly began to thrust into his sister’s stretched pussy. She moaned in delight, as she began to grind against the gradual thrusts. He sat up further, the hand on her back snaking around over her curved belly and up at her luscious orbs. The hand that was on her hip sunk between those milky thighs to find her slippery clit. He began to rub again as he rocked his hips up, pushing into her depths, his cock confined within the tight walls of her cunt. He massaged the fleshy orb and she moaned as she felt the milk slowly start to seep from it.
“I want to see this delicious sight,” He breathed against her neck. She whimpered and nodded and he slowly, reluctantly pushed her off him. He stood behind her and slipped his arm around her waist, leading her to a room down the hall.
Velendra walked into the small bedroom. She smiled as she saw the bed. He stepped past her and sat on the edge, taking her hand and leading her over. His mouth moved to the leaking breast as his tongue lapped at the spent milk, trailing up to the nipple and latching on once more to feed. She moaned, closing her eyes and cradling his head to her. He slurped at her tit, swallowing the treat she offered as she felt the pleasure wash over her. After a few moments, his lips came off the breast and his hands trailed down to her curvy hips. He spun her around and she noticed the mirror facing the bed. A slow grin formed on her face as she wiggled her ass teasingly to him.
“Oh, I see. Or rather, we both will,” She purred as she straddled his lap once more. He pulled her back to him, positioning his cock at her wet slit. Gingerly he pulled her down onto him until he was fully ensconced inside her. He groaned loud, feeling the exquisite tightness once again wrap itself around his throbbing cock. She settled on his throbbing shaft as she began her slow grind. Again his hand found her clit, the other one clutching at plump breast as he looked over her shoulder to watch in the mirror.
Her round, ripe body fit him like a glove as he watched her ride him. He could just make out his thick shaft gliding in and out of her wet quim, glistening with her juices. His groans mingled with her moans as he massaged the full orb.
Velendra’s body was alight with pleasure. His shaft was stiff inside her, deep and filling. It throbbed against her tight walls and coerced her arousal further. She too watched herself in the mirror, transfixed by the way her breasts rippled as she rode her brother’s perfect cock. She moaned as he squeezed her breast and she felt the slow trickle of milk ooze from her nipple. He spied it too and groaned at the delicious sight. He picked up his pace, thrusting up inside her with greater urgency. His hand kneaded the breast, forcing the milk to continue to seep out as it trailed over the full curve of her belly and trailed between her legs. His other hand was busy rubbing that sensitive nub and forcing the pleasure to slowly overtake her. She moaned, arching her back as she felt herself coated with her own milk, her brother’s cock working her pussy so flawlessly.
He drank in the sight of her. Her ripe body undulating above him as he continued to increase his thrusts into her, until finally his hips were pistoning up with such speed that she seemed to bounce up and down on his meaty shaft. He became mesmerized by the sight of her full breast oozing its milk down into a pool between her legs, making it wetter for the both of them. His finger rubbed her clit relentlessly as he watched the free breast jiggle as he fucked her mercilessly.
Velendra moaned. Between the sight of her rounded form impaled on her brother’s cock and the feel of his length so deep inside her, she felt her senses start to overload. His pressure on her clit was what would eventually break her as she let out a shrill cry, her body convulsing in orgasm. She shuddered, the climax crashing into her as her already tight pussy clenched further, milking his raging cock in her release and saturating it with her sweet nectar. She moaned in delicious agony, feeling her walls quiver with lust and spent desire around his veiny girth. She soaked his crotch with her juices and the milk that trailed from that abundant breast. Her pale skin was flushed with colour as the pleasure coursed through her.
Try as he might, Sylviel watched her in the mirror, and as the cry of release broke, he couldn’t stand it any longer. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vise and he let out a roar as he felt whatever remnants of sobriety escape him and the pleasure take him over. He squeezed the full orb viciously as he felt his cock erupt, blasting his seed against her tight walls. His body jerked as ribbon after ribbon of hot cum filled her insides, only to seep out to join her juices and milk as her tightness closed around his shuddering cock. He groaned, the pleasure sweeping over him in waves as his thrusts slowly came to a halt. He relinquished the grip on her breast, his palm sliding over the fullness of it, following the vanilla trail over her belly and between her legs.
“It seems we’ve made quite the mess here,” he panted, pressing his lips to his sister’s back. She moaned softly, smiling.
“I think it was well worth it,” she breathed, tightening her walls around his cock still. “Besides, we can always get into the shower to clean up,” she threw him a wink through the mirror and he grinned.
“What a wonderful idea,” he purred against her back, hands roaming her curvy form and basking in the softness of it as he watched on in the mirror. “And Vel,”
“Yes?” She asked, her chest still rising and falling with shallow breaths.
“Let’s not leave it so long until I see you next, hmm?” he smirked. She grinned back.
“Oh I have a feeling I will be around often. We have a lot of catching up to do,” She winked once more.
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