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My skin buzzed as he came up right in front of me, that unmistakable sign that I was a filthy, depraved sister who wanted her brother.

And he picked me up by the throat, lifting me in the air and shoving me against the heavy wooden burning stake.

I forced my body to stay calm even as his strong fingers tightened around my neck.

He bent to my throat, his nose under my ear, taking a long, deep breath.

“It’s me,” I said again. “It’s Temperance.”

He made a low noise I couldn’t interpret, his mouth opening over my throat to bite down on the sensitive skin. It was a quick pop of pain, my blood trickling out of my cunt and seeping down my bare legs.

Then he dragged his beard across my cheeks and forehead.

Was there a glint of something in his pupils? Did he recognize me yet?

My vision swam with how tightly he held me, spots and flares of light exploding in the corners of my eyes.

If I was going to die, it would be here trusting my brother.

“Rhyder, you can fight this,” I rasped, barely able to talk.

His lips seemed to almost part over my forehead, almost a kiss, but not quite.

Then with a low animalistic growl, he let me down and shoved me face-first into the raised grassy platform. Before I could even pull my skirts up, he sunk his cock painfully into my pussy.

He pulled out to slam in again and he must have spotted the blood.

The low raw noise from his chest sounded like nothing I’d ever heard in my life, so base and animalistic it was monstrous, prehistoric.

I was raised up on my elbows, and I looked down my body to see his cock covered in my fresh, bright blood, gleaming wetly in the moonlight as the rain streamed over us.

“It’s OK,” I gasped. “It’s just my period. . .it’s my flow.”

But his hands had moved back and he suddenly jerked my ass cheeks painfully apart, stretching my hole into the air.

Fuck and godsdamn

His dick slick with my blood, he began to press it into my asshole, growling in a low, menacing tone when my tight little asshole resisted.

With one big hand, he slapped viciously at my cheeks, massaging them with big, rough hands, trying to get me to open for him.

I sucked in a deep breath, tried to let it out carefully, relax every part of my body as he jerked me back, shoving my face into the mud.

He was rocking back and forth in my asshole, angry and unable to progress further.

And I felt my pussy tighten and I knew one thing.

I was going to come for my brutal, bloody brother.

Whether he took me savagely or gently.

I was his.

My nipples pebbled as he slapped my ass fucking raw, only a few inches inside me, with a lot of his fucking massive dick to go.

“I trust you, brother,” I said, even as his feral grunts made the hairs on the back of my neck rise up with the awareness of his power and size.

And Rhyder snapped his hips forward and bottomed out in my tight virginal asshole.