Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones - Ephraim's Vice

It was not midnight yet, but he was certain he did not have to wait longer. He wore loose pants of soft cloth that he could remove quietly and a simple, light shirt that left most of his arms bare. His depravity knew no bounds, what was previously sickening was now exciting, and hot blood rushed through his veins as he came closer to his vile act. He exited his room.

There was a guard on patrol, and Ephraim swore inwardly.

"Is there something I can do for your Lordship?" the guard asked.

"At ease. No. I just need some fresh air."

"That medicine not working out, Milord?"

Ephraim thought he looked familiar. He had been at the apothecary.

"Thought to try it out the old-fashioned way, first."

"You mustn't go out alone, Lord Ephraim. It's dangerous outside the castle, with the shady activities as of late."

"You're right. Thank you for your concern."

"My duty and pleasure, sire," said the guard, and slowly walked away, as Ephraim posed to rest outside his door. With the guard at a safe distance, he went to Eirika's chamber, his mood slightly dampened.

Eirika had left the lamp on. Ephraim considered putting it out, but the flame of lust relit inside him, and he decided he wanted the light on for this night.

Eirika was sleeping sideways on her bed, with the blanket haphazardly over her. On her bedtable rested the plate with two cups of tea. Ephraim checked Eirika's cup, and found she had drunk the rest of it since he left. But even half of the sleeping medicine would have been enough.

He called her name softly. No reaction. A little louder, likewise. He moved closer and lifted the blanket completely off from her.

She was wearing a two-piece in matching colors, a top and underpants in ultramarine blue and white. The slim outfit revealed most of Eirika's body to Ephraim's luscious gaze, but the parts looked like they fit snugly on her and would be hard to remove, besides her tricky position. Ephraim hadn't expected this. He would have to move her eventually, but for now he was content to drink thirstily from the sight of his beautiful sister. The curve of her waist and the roundness of her hips were accentuated as she lay on her side, and the flickering light of the lamp seemed to delight in dancing on her smooth skin.

Ephraim caressed the front of her underpants, and there was no reaction, no movement or whimper. Her thighs were tightly together, so he didn't try to squeeze his hand inbetween yet, instead he took his caress up along her side. He lusted after his sister and wanted her to be completely his, and his deviant desire was fully apparent in his organ. It pressed demandingly against the loose pants, until he let it free. Caressing Eirika's smooth, bare stomach and himself, he noticed her mouth was temptingly half-open, and he yearned to feel his sister's lips on his rigid flesh.

He supported one knee on her bed, and maneuvered his member closer to her face. He had to pull her head forward some, but soon his smaller head pressed against her lips and slipped inside her mouth. He pushed in deeper, and hit the roof of her mouth. Again, into her cheek. Then against her tongue, which seemed to accommodate his member slighly. A few times he rasped against her teeth, but driven by a wild passion, he tried again and again, and found a rhythm which made the bed squeak quietly, as if timid to wake its mistress to the shock of her brother violating her mouth.

In a reckless frenzy, Ephraim drove his lust between Eirika's innocent lips, and barely even noticed when the lamp went out. At the same time, he fondled his sister's smooth face softly, but soon his sin-addled perversion corrupted that act as well. The ignoble Prince took his vice, illicitly wet, and rubbed his wretched member without shame on Eirika's face, only delighted to see his sordid member against her beautiful features in the dim light. He sensed the muddled chaos inside building up for a temporary release and considered penetrating her now, but he decided to finish now before moving her.

In a haze, he fondled her lips with his lewd instrument and aided his corrupt bliss with strokes. Then his final restraint broke, and his loins thrust forward as if of their own will, pushing his dishonorable discharge further into his sleeping sister's unprepared mouth. She sputtered and coughed as the unholy fluid endangered her breathing, and even the lust-crazed Ephraim realized to pull back to empty the rest of his degraded semen in the front of her mouth.

When he recovered from his mindless pleasure, he pulled his spent shame out, and saw a trail of his seminal fluid drooling down from Eirika's mouth onto the pillow. His first deed done, he let a longing gaze trail over his sister onto her round hips. But then she made some sort of a suckling noise, and then another that almost sounded like a word or a yawn. Had she woken up? Ephraim quickly leaned over and drew the blanket over her, then picked up his pants and without bothering to put them back on, moved out, quickly glancing back. Her eyes were still closed. With controlled haste, he moved through the corridor, naked from the waist down, and dared breathe out only when he was back in his room. Had he overreacted? Or might she have seen? His heart pounded. What would happen tomorrow if she knew?