A Taste of Bliss

A/N: Well, here it is. My first piece of work ever.

Tags: Ped, Lemon, Incest. All the others in the summary there too, I suppose, but those are the major ones. This fic is fairly spoiler free, although if you haven't gotten past the intro, I make reference to a location there. This is my adaptation of a scene in the game, so if you haven't seen it yet, this might color your opinion of it when you get there.

On with the lemon!

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A soft gasp, a gentle breath on sensitive skin, and sleep was banished. The rise to consciousness was a slow, laborious process, one in which the mind failed to properly communicate the physical situation. A curse for the young man currently undergoing said process, but a boon to the young lady kneeling between his legs.

Finally, the mind caught up with the body, and the young man half sat up, gasping as the realization of his predicament came to light.

The young man in question was the Prince of Falena, and the previously mentioned young lady was his sister, the Princess, and future Queen of Falena, Lymsleia. Aged ten. The situation was made more awkward by the fact that not only was his sister in the same bed with him (A perfectly normal innocent situation, given the circumstances) but the fact that his clothing has been disposed of, and his sister, normally quite affectionate was now being incredibly affectionate to a certain portion of his anatomy.

Unfortunately, fate conspired to doom his half-hatched plan to feign sleep, as Lymsleia's silky pink tongue slid softly over his stiffened manhood. This tore a soft gasp from his throat, and his sister's eyes rolled upwards to meet his.

Uh-Oh. Somehow, he was certain this was his fault. Lym was going to unleash a fury upon him that would make Lordlake pale in comparison. He took an odd comfort in knowing how his life would end though, and he felt the strangest contentment come over him at the knowledge.

Then Lym tossed a saucy wink to him, and lowered her gaze, before ever so slowly sucking an inch and a half of her brother into her mouth, complete with a slight loss of vacuum to provide sound effects. The Prince's mind decided this very much merited aural praise, and took the necessary steps.

"Gods, Lym..." he groaned as her tongue ghosted across the sensitive underside of his manhood. His hands instinctively reached to tangle in her hair, the soft chestnut strands catching the slightest light from the rising sun - shining brilliant shades of gold as he wrapped them around his fingers, and nestled his fingertips against her scalp, rubbing slightly to show his approval.

Lymsleia's right hand came up to grip the portion of his shaft that wasn't currently in her mouth, and gently began stroking it, sliding the looser outer skin up and down in a rhythm that she found easy to match, gently bobbing her head, and applying suction to her older brother.

A wordless moan, and a reflexive lifting of the hips was her reward, and another inch slid into her mouth, gently coming to rest at the beginning of her throat. She took in a deep breath through her nose, and relaxing, slowly lowered her head. His penis pressed into the soft tissues at the back of her throat, and she nearly gagged, but with a supreme effort of will she relaxed the reflex, and took the head of him into her throat.

The Prince, being the upstanding gentleman that he was had never had thoughts cross his mind that were even remotely like the ones he was entertaining now.

*Lym, writhing underneath him, skin glistening with sweat... Lym, gasping his name over and over again into his shoulder as he made her orgasm for the first time in her life... Lym, eyes closed tightly as he showered her face with his release...*

"Lym, god...uuuuhhh..." Anything the Prince might've had to say was drowned out by the sudden incredible feeling registering in his mind. Not only was his sister humming softly, sending incredible vibrations down the entire length of his penis, but her throat was working it's own special wonder. Gently pulling and pressing on the sensitive head of his penis, it felt very much like Lym was tying to swallow him.

"Lym...." The Prince tried again. This time his sister slowly disengaged, letting air in slowly to fill the void in her mouth. When she was content with her brother's squirming, she tilted her head up to look him in the eyes.

"Good morning, brother!" she beamed, her right hand still stroking him absently. She leaned down and took a long lick up the underside of his manhood, her pink tongue flicking daintily across the tip, before smiling cutely at him.

"Lymsleia...." The intrepid Prince tried to stop this. He really did try. But his body wanted something else, and the next words out of his mouth were not at all what he was planning to say.

"What do you think you're DOING young lady?"

That's what he'd meant to say, honestly. Instead, he heard himself speak.

"Come here, Lym. Let me taste you." He was surprised at how husky his voice was, and just as quickly realized how close to coming in his sister's mouth he'd been. Someone had to have given her pointers, she'd done an incredible job. Or perhaps it was just the taboo nature of the act that made him extra cognizant of her every action.

Like how she was shifting around in her spot between his legs, but had made no motion to move up towards him. This would not do at all. So, he reached down and slowly pulled her forward. A soft squeak of surprise, and she was straddling his upper chest. Unfortunately, she was still clothed.

"Lym, take off your robe for me, would you?" The Prince asked. Lymsleia looked down at him, gently biting her lip with trepidation, and then nodded softly. Her hands slowly slid the loose garment from her shoulders, where it pooled around her waist. She expected her brother to focus on her chest, or lack thereof. Instead, he swiftly untied the sash that held the robe closed, and removed it, before sliding the garment off her hips and pushing it onto the floor.

"Look at you, Lym. You're beautiful." The Prince praised. She blushed softly. "You really think so?" She asked shyly.

"Of course Lym. I'd never lie to you about something like that. You're gorgeous."

Lymsleia' blush deepened, and she squirmed softly. The prince felt warmth on his chest that had nothing to do with the flush staining his sister's cheeks, and his eyes glittered with mirth as he realized what it meant.

"Lym." He said. "You're *this* wet already?" A fingertip traced the small of her back slightly, and then slid down around a smooth buttock. Lym lifted herself obligingly, and the finger stroked the edge of her labia softly, teasing a soft moan and a gentle squirm from her.

"That sensitive already, Lym? You haven't hit puberty yet." The Prince observed, the glint of playful teasing never leaving his eyes as he complimented the statement with another gentle touch.

"I-It's Miakis' fault..." Lym groaned, gently letting her head roll backwards as her brother rubbed her more firmly, shifting his finger directly to her womanhood.

"Oh yes." The Prince agreed. "I've heard the two of you at night." Lym took in a sharp gasp of air, whether from the revelation or from the fact that her brother had just flicked her clitoris with the tip of his finger, and was now dragging his nail across it softly was unknown. "The first time, I simply couldn't sleep. I went for a walk around the palace, and as I passed by your room I heard the strangest noise. A whimper. Concerned, I stopped, and listened." The prince paused, and looked up at his sister, having been previously absorbed in his task.

"Need I continue?" The prince asked. "You look like you're about ready to blow your top Lym." A deep, soft chuckle resonated through his chest, drawing a rather interesting squeak from his sister.

Lym moaned softly, murmuring nonsensically under her breath as she writhed softly atop her brother. "So close...." she groaned her back stiffening and arching, her toes curling tightly, and then stretching to maximum extension to try to heighten the feeling and hasten the impending explosion of sensation.”Pleaaaase...Brother...M-Make me..." Lym begged deliriously.

"Say it Lym. Say it, and I will." The Prince taunted. Lym gasped in a lungful of air, her body screaming for release. "Make me come, big brother. Please..." Lym whimpered softly, her body moving instinctively, trying to achieve the release her brother held from her.

The prince's probing finger slid into his sister and gently rubbed the very apex of her opening.

Lym's world exploded in a burst of light, rainbow sparkles dancing before her eyes as she screamed soundlessly to the heavens, her body trembling as her muscles locked up.

Minutes later, Lym's mind slowly descended from the pleasure induced fog it was wreathed in. Her body relaxed slowly, and she drooped down, exhausted. Her brother caught her about the waist before she could fall forward, and slid her into the bed with him. She curled up against him, and after pressing a soft kiss to his chest, fell asleep almost immediately.

The prince smirked, and sucked thoughtfully on his finger, savoring the taste of his sister. Waking up later would be something to look forward to, he thought, as sleep reclaimed him as well.