Chapter 22 — A Tear

Give it to him.

Feed my little brother those fat, heavy tits that I own.

Let him wrap his hungry, desperate mouth around my wife’s swollen nipples.

Let him suck them until they’re red and dripping, until he knows exactly how sweet wife gets when she’s being offered up like a gift.

Let him taste what I fuck every night, let him learn why I can’t stop breeding this perfect pussy, why I keep her so full of my cum.

Show him how easily my wife’s body betrays her for another man when I allow it.

Her pussy spasm violently around the toy, another thick, obscene gush of slick arousal flooding out, soaking through the thin fabric of her dress and dripping down to coat Ethan’s pants where her bare folds pressed against his straining bulge.

Her clit throbbed painfully, swollen and exposed, pulsing in perfect sync with the cruel rhythm Daniel set.

Shame burned hot in her cheeks, but it only made her wetter.

Fresh tears welled up, clinging to her lashes like diamonds, because the humiliation was excruciating and devastatingly arousing.

She was Daniel’s wife.

His property.

His prize.

And yet here she was, one tit bared, nipples aching, pussy dripping.

About to let his younger brother suck on the same breasts Daniel had marked with bites, fucked between, painted with his cum night after night.

Daniel had fucked her raw just this morning, pumped her full until she was leaking his seed, and now he was remotely forcing her to offer those same cum-filled tits to Ethan.

The cruelty of it made her sob softly.

The arousal of it made her cunt clench so hard she nearly came right then.

She hesitated only a heartbeat, long enough for the shame to twist like a knife in her belly, long enough for hot, guilty tears to spill freely down her flushed cheeks, long enough to feel the full, degrading weight of what she was about to do.

Offer her husband’s most treasured possessions, breasts that Daniel had worshipped, abused, and claimed as his own, to the man who had loved her in secret since childhood.

To let Ethan suck the nipples that Daniel had latched onto while pounding her senseless.

To let Ethan taste the skin that Daniel had bruised with his grip.

To let Ethan know how soft, how full, how perfectly fuckable his brother’s wife really was.

And Daniel wanted this.

Daniel was hard right now while watching his little brother finally get a taste of what he’d denied him for years.

The egg pulsed once more, harder, faster, a final savage command from her husband.

Then, slowly, deliberately, she arched her back.

Just enough.

The motion was small, shy, trembling, but devastatingly clear.

She pushed her breasts forward, offering them fully.

The deep neckline dipped even lower, the soft upper swell spilling forward in gentle, heavy invitation, the freed breast swaying slightly with the movement, the nipple pointing straight toward his waiting mouth like an accusation and a plea all at once.

She didn’t speak.

She couldn’t.

Her throat was too tight with humiliation, guilt, and unbearable lust.

But her body screamed the answer for her.

Take them.

Suck them.

Taste what’s always been Daniel’s, and now, because he commands it, yours for this stolen moment.

Ethan’s breath left him in a rough, reverent exhale. His eyes fluttered shut for a second as though the sight alone was too much, then snapped open again, darker, hungrier.

Only then did he move.

Ethan’s breath trembled as it ghosted over her exposed nipple one final time.

The tiny, pale-pink peak was already painfully erect, swollen from the endless kisses in the boat, from the cool lake breeze that slipped beneath the willow branches, from the merciless pulsing of the egg buried deep inside her dripping cunt.

It twitched visibly with every ragged inhale Bella took, the sensitive bud jerking like it had its own frantic heartbeat.

Slowly, Ethan extended his tongue.

The soft, wet tip of his tongue brushing the very point of her nipple.

Bella’s entire breast jolted.

A involuntary spasm ripped through her chest. The nipple leaped upward, then quivered violently, glistening with the faint sheen of his saliva.

A erotic moan tore from her throat before she could clamp her lips shut.

Ethan froze. His tongue snapped back into his mouth like he’d been burned. Wide green eyes flew to her face, panic flashing across his scarred features.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped immediately, voice thick and rough. “I didn’t mean to... Bella, I’m sorry...”

But Bella didn’t speak.

She only turned her head slowly to the side, golden waves sliding over one shoulder, exposing the long line of her throat.

Her cheeks were blazing scarlet, tears still clinging to her lashes. Then, she arched her back again, pushing that heavy, milky breast forward once more, offering it higher, closer to his waiting mouth.

Her gaze drifted sideways, landing on the small round robot keychain dangling innocently from the strap of her bag. The tiny lens blinked once, red and knowing.

Daniel… your little brother is about to suck on your wife’s tits right now.

He’s about to wrap his mouth around the nipple that’s only ever belonged to you—only ever been yours to bite, to pinch, to paint with your cum.

If you speak now… if you just say one word through that robot… you can still stop this.

You can still keep what’s yours.

But you’re not going to, are you?

You want to watch Ethan take it.

You want to see him lick it, suck it, make me moan like a whore for your own little brother.

You want to hear the exact same sounds I make for you… only this time they’ll be because of him.

Daniel… do you really want this?

Do you really want to watch your faithful wife’s heavy breasts—breasts you’ve worshipped, bruised, fucked between every night—get claimed by Ethan’s mouth?

Do you want to see my nipple disappear between his lips, see him pull on it until it’s red and swollen and dripping with his spit instead of yours?

Do you want me to come undone… shaking and crying and gushing… all because your brother is sucking the tits you’ve always said were yours alone?

Tell me, husband… how does that make you feel?

Does it make your cock throb knowing I’m about to betray you like this?

Does it make you harder than ever, watching me offer up what I swore belonged only to you?

The egg answered for him, pulsing once, brutally hard and deep, slamming against her g-spot like a punishment and a reward all at once.

Her inner walls spasmed violently, a thick rush of slick flooding out, soaking the place where her bare cunt pressed against Ethan’s straining bulge.

The shame burned hotter than the pleasure.

She hated herself for how wet she was.

Hated how her nipple ached and twitched, straining toward Ethan’s mouth like it was begging to be taken.

Hated that even now, knowing Daniel was watching, knowing he was choosing this, her body still wanted it.

Still craved the forbidden heat of another man’s tongue on the place her husband had marked as his territory.

That single, savage pulse from the egg answered it all.

Ethan hesitated only a heartbeat longer, his green eyes dark with reverence and guilt, then, with agonizing slowness, he leaned in again.

This time there was no tentative brush.

The flat of his warm, wet tongue dragged up the underside of her nipple in one languid, deliberate stroke.

Bella’s breath shattered.

The sensation was devastating, hot, slick, velvet pressure sliding over the hypersensitive tip.

Her nipple throbbed violently under the slow lick, the tiny peak swelling even further as blood rushed to it.

She felt every microscopic ridge of his tongue, every faint taste bud catching on her skin.

A fresh bead of her own slick arousal leaked from between her thighs, dripping down to soak the place where her bare pussy pressed against the hard ridge of his cock through his pants.

Ethan paused at the top, letting the very tip of his tongue circle the point once, lazy, exploratory, before dragging down again, slower this time, savoring.

Bella whimpered, hips rocking once, helpless.

He grew bolder.

The next lick was firmer. He flattened his tongue completely and pressed it hard against her nipple, dragging upward with deliberate pressure, then flicking the very end so the bud bounced free with a wet little pop.

Her breast jiggled softly from the motion. Another high, pleading moan spilled from her lips.

Ethan groaned low against her skin, the sound vibrating straight through her nipple into her core.

He lifted her nipple again with the curled tip of his tongue, raising the stiff peak until it pointed straight up, then let it fall.

It bounced once, twice, glistening brighter with his saliva, before he caught it again, pushing, nudging, rolling the swollen bud between the soft pad of his tongue and the roof of his mouth like he was trying to coax something deeper out of it.

Bella’s fingers dug into his thighs. Her own thighs trembled violently.

Then he changed tactics.

He swirled.

The point of his tongue traced slow, wet circles around the areola first, mapping every tiny raised bump, every faint, delicate texture.

He followed the faint, pale-pink halo with patient devotion, tasting the slight salt of her skin mixed with the sweetness that was purely Bella.

Only when her nipple was quivering and straining toward him did he return to the center.

He pressed the flat of his tongue flat against the tip again—holding it there, letting her feel the heat, the wetness, the steady pressure, before he started to flick.

Short, rapid, teasing flicks right against the slit at the very top, as though he were searching for an opening, as though he wanted to push inside the tiny hole that was not actually there and claim even that secret part of her.

Bella’s head fell back. A long, shuddering sob-moan escaped her.

Her pussy clenched brutally around the egg, spasming, fluttering, trying to milk something that wasn’t there. Her hips rolled shamelessly against Ethan’s lap, grinding her soaked folds along the thick length straining beneath his zipper.

Ethan’s hesitation shattered the moment his lips closed around her swollen nipple.

He took it in slowly at first, soft, reverent, lips sealing around the stiff peak, tongue cradling the underside as he drew it deeper into the wet heat of his mouth.

The suction was gentle, testing, like he was afraid she might vanish if he took too much.

Bella’s back arched.

A long, broken moan spilled from her lips, high and trembling.

Her hips jerked forward on instinct, grinding her soaked, bare pussy harder against the thick ridge of his cock straining beneath his pants.

The friction sent sparks racing up her spine, her clit throbbing painfully against the rough fabric.

And then the egg answered.

It began to pulse in perfect rhythm with Ethan’s sucking, slow, deep throbs that matched every pull of his mouth.

Each time his lips tightened and drew on her nipple, the toy hammered against her g-spot in sync, as if Daniel himself were inside her, fucking her in time with his brother’s hungry mouth.

The synchronization was devastating.

Every suck made her cunt clench brutally around the vibrating egg, milking it desperately.

Every flick of Ethan’s tongue sent a fresh gush of slick leaking out, soaking through his pants where her folds rubbed shamelessly against him.

Her thighs trembled violently, her small body rocking helplessly as pleasure crashed through her in punishing waves.

Ethan groaned against her breast, the low, guttural sound vibrating straight through her nipple into her core.

He grew bolder, hungrier. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, pulling the fat, milky peak deeper, tongue swirling relentlessly around the tip, flicking the tiny slit at the top like he wanted to drink from it.

Bella’s head fell back again, golden waves cascading down her spine. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting skin as another brutal suck ripped a high, needy cry from her throat.

Then Ethan pulled off with a wet pop, her nipple springing free, redder, shinier, glistening with his saliva and twitching violently in the cool air.

He stared at it for a heartbeat, chest heaving, eyes wild and guilty.

“B-Bella…” His voice cracked, rough and pleading. “I’m sorry... I… Can I… Can I suck the other one too?”

Bella’s breath hitched.

She was shaking so hard her teeth chattered. Her body betrayed her again—nipples aching, cunt dripping.

Without a word, she lifted one trembling hand.

Her fingers found the thin strap on the opposite shoulder of her bodycon dress. She hooked it slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric slide down the smooth slope of her shoulder inch by torturous inch.

The moment the strap cleared the curve, the heavy breast spilled free, full, pendulous, bouncing softly once before settling against her chest. The pale-pink nipple was already painfully erect, flushed dark from arousal and the cool breeze, standing stiff and begging like its twin.

Bella leaned back further.

She braced both small hands fully on Ethan’s thick thighs behind her, fingers splaying wide for balance. The motion forced her spine into a deep, graceful arch, thrusting her chest forward, offering both massive, milky breasts up to him like a sacrifice.

The position was obscene.

Her petite body curved backward in perfect surrender, golden hair spilling like liquid sunlight over her shoulders.

Both breasts jutted proudly upward, full and heavy, swaying slightly with every shaky breath she took.

The twin nipples pointed straight at Ethan’s mouth, swollen, glistening, begging to be claimed.

She looked like sin incarnate, Daniel’s perfect, faithful wife, now bared and trembling, presenting her husband’s most treasured possessions to his little brother without a single word of protest.

She held the pose.

Waiting.

Offering.

Aching.

And the egg inside her pulsed once more—slow, approving, as if Daniel were whispering through it:

Good girl.

Now give him everything.

Ethan's large, calloused hands trembled as they rose slowly, reverently, to cradle her offered breasts.

His palms cupped the undersides first, lifting the heavy, milky swells with a gentleness that bordered on worship.

The weight settled into his hands like warm silk,soft and yielding, spilling over his fingers in plush abundance, the creamy flesh molding to his grip.

They were impossibly warm, radiating her body's heat straight into his skin, the slight give under his touch both plush and taut, like ripe fruit begging to be savored.

Bella's pulse thundered in her ears. She felt every rough ridge of his hunter's hands against her sensitive skin, the contrast of his scarred palms against her flawless curves sending shivers racing down her spine.

With deliberate care, Ethan drew her breasts closer together, pressing the full globes inward until the stiff, glistening nipples brushed against each other. The twin peaks rubbed in a slow, teasing friction, hard and swollen, slick from his earlier saliva, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core.

Bella's lips parted on a high, needy whimper, her hips bucking once against his lap as the sensation amplified the relentless pulsing of the egg inside her dripping pussy.

Ethan groaned low in his throat at the sound. Then, unable to resist any longer, he leaned forward and captured both nipples at once.

His mouth opened wide, engulfing the clustered tips in wet, encompassing heat. His tongue swirled between them immediately, laving one, then the other, flicking back and forth in rapid, hungry strokes that made them bounce and rub together inside his mouth.

He sucked gently at first, drawing them deeper, the dual peaks stretching and throbbing against his lips as he worshiped them with every swirl and pull.

The egg inside her synchronized perfectly, vibrating in time with each rhythmic suck, deep, throbbing pulses that hammered her g-spot whenever his mouth tightened.

Her inner walls clenched desperately around the toy, milking it with every tug on her nipples, fresh slicks of arousal soaking through to coat his pants where her bare folds ground against his straining bulge.

Bella's mind fractured under the onslaught.

Daniel's mouth on her breasts had always been a conquest, rough, possessive, claiming what was already his with bites that bruised, pinches that stung, sucks that pulled until she screamed his name.

He took her nipples like territory he owned, fucking between her tits with his cock or his fingers, marking them with his cum as if to remind her they belonged to him alone.

It was raw power, unyielding dominance, making her feel owned, devoured, reduced to his perfect, obedient wife.

But Ethan... Ethan was different. So achingly different. His hands cradled her like she was fragile divinity, his tongue tracing her nipples with the devotion of a man who had prayed to a goddess from afar for years, never daring to believe he could touch her sacred form.

Now, with this stolen chance, he tainted it, defiled the peaks that had only ever known his brother's rough claim, stealing them right from Daniel's grasp.

Yet even in his hunger, there was hesitation, a fear of soiling something too pure.

His sucks were tender, almost apologetic, pulling with reverence rather than force, as if he worried one wrong move might shatter the illusion and banish him back to the shadows.

He worshiped her breasts like forbidden relics, his mouth trembling with the weight of his guilt, his adoration making her feel exalted even as it broke her heart.

How could she let this happen? How could her body arch into his touch, her moans spill for him, when these nipples, these heavy, milky tits, had sworn fidelity to Daniel alone?

The shame burned, twisting with the filthy thrill of betrayal, her pussy spasming harder around the egg as Ethan's gentle devotion unraveled her piece by piece.

He grew bolder still. Releasing the dual hold with a wet pop, he focused on one breast while his hand kneaded the other, then switched, his mouth now thrusting in a rhythmic, insistent pattern.

It was like he was fucking her tits with his lips and tongue, sucking deep and hard before pulling back, only to plunge forward again, the motion mimicking the cock she could feel throbbing beneath her.

Each "thrust" of his mouth stretched her nipple taut, releasing it with a bounce that made her cry out, the egg matching every plunge with a brutal vibration that built her toward the edge.

Bella’s long bodycon dress had ridden up, whether from the natural rocking of her hips or because her own trembling fingers had unconsciously tugged it higher, she couldn’t tell anymore.

The soft gray fabric now bunched well above her thighs, exposing the creamy expanse of her legs to the dappled afternoon sunlight filtering through the willow branches. Her skin glowed pale and flawless, the inner curves of her thighs already slick with her own arousal.

She fought the urge to slide her hand between her legs, to rub frantic circles over her swollen clit that throbbed in time with the egg still pulsing inside her.

But before she could give in, Ethan’s rough palm found the hem of her dress.

His fingers hesitated at the bunched fabric, then slowly, questioningly, began to draw it upward.

Bella’s breath caught. For one long second she froze, shame and need warring inside her chest. Then, wordlessly, she lifted her hips just enough.

The dress slid higher in one smooth motion, gliding over the generous curve of her ass until it gathered in a messy ring around her waist. Now nothing shielded her from the open air except the thin strap of the vibrating egg’s remote cord, dangling obscenely from between her glistening folds.

Ethan exhaled roughly. With careful strength he shifted her body, guiding her legs to straddle him properly, knees bracketing his narrow hips, her dripping pussy settling directly over the monstrous bulge straining against his pants.

The thick ridge of his cock pressed right up against her bare slit, the heat of him searing through the fabric. The little cord from the egg draped across the length of his erection like a taunting ribbon, every twitch of her inner walls making the toy shift and the cord tug lightly against his clothed shaft.

He stopped sucking her breasts.

Instead he lifted his head, green eyes dark and feverish, and claimed her mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.

His tongue plunged past her lips, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the lingering sweetness of strawberries from earlier.

At the same time, both large hands returned to her breasts, kneading, squeezing, thumbs brushing over the swollen, spit-slick nipples in slow, possessive circles.

Bella felt it then, the terrifying completeness of it.

Her entire body belonged to him in this moment.

The only thing left was for him to reach down, free that terrifyingly thick cock from his pants, line it up with her soaked entrance, and push inside.

One final step. One thrust and she would be ruined, truly, irreversibly taken by her husband’s little brother while Daniel watched every second through the tiny blinking lens.

A sudden cold breeze swept across the lake, rustling the willow leaves and kissing her exposed skin. Goosebumps raced over her arms, her thighs, her bare breasts. The reality crashed into her like ice water.

She was practically naked, dress rucked up around her waist like a belt, tits heaving, pussy grinding shamelessly against Ethan’s clothed cock in broad daylight.

Dry-fucking her brother-in-law under an open sky, surrounded by nature, letting him do whatever he wanted, only one thin barrier away from full penetration.

Letting Ethan lick and suck and claim every inch of her while her husband, her Daniel, watched from somewhere else, probably stroking himself to the sight of his wife turned into a whimpering slut for his own little brother.

Guilt slammed into her so hard she choked on a sob.

She felt filthy. Disgusting. A traitor.

Daniel… what are you thinking right now?

Are you watching your woman get devoured from head to toe by your little brother?

Watching him knead the breasts you’ve always said were yours?

Watching me cry while I grind on his cock like I can’t get enough?

Do you hate me?

Do you love it?

Tears poured down her cheeks, hot and unstoppable, even as Ethan kissed her deeper, swallowing her quiet sobs.

He felt the change immediately.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her face, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy and red-rimmed, tears streaming freely.

“B—Bella, I’m sorry,” he rasped, voice cracking with guilt. “I didn’t mean to—I’ll stop, I swear—”

But Bella shook her head frantically.

Still crying, she lifted both hands to her heavy breasts, cupping the undersides and pushing them upward toward his mouth again—an offering wrapped in shame.

She guided his head back down.

Ethan groaned, a low, broken sound, and took one nipple back into his mouth, sucking gently this time, reverently, as if trying to soothe the pain he’d caused.

Bella wept openly now, tears dripping onto his dark hair while her hips rolled in slow, helpless circles. She ground her soaked pussy harder against the thick length of his cock, feeling every ridge, every vein through the fabric, the egg still pulsing in perfect rhythm with his sucks.

She moaned around her sobs, high, needy, broken sounds that echoed softly across the quiet cove.

Ethan’s mouth closed around one nipple again, then the other, alternating in slow, reverent pulls as if he could somehow soothe the storm raging inside her with nothing but tenderness.

But the tears kept coming, silent, relentless, sliding down her flushed cheeks and dripping onto his dark hair, onto the pale swells of her breasts that he cradled so carefully.

He felt them. The hot drops landing on his skin like accusations.

He lifted his head again, he saw her face, red-rimmed, glistening, lips trembling even as she held her heavy breasts up toward him like an offering he no longer deserved.

“Bella…” His voice cracked, rough and broken.

Bella shook her head frantically, tears spilling faster.

“No,” she whispered, voice thick and trembling. “Don’t… don’t worry, Ethan. I’m okay. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

But even as the words left her lips, fresh sobs shook her shoulders. The lie tasted bitter on her tongue. She wasn’t okay. She was breaking apart, piece by piece, under the weight of love and guilt and unbearable desire.

Ethan stared at her, really looked, and something inside him shattered too.

His own eyes filled, glistening dangerously in the dappled light. A single tear escaped, tracing the jagged line of the scar on his cheek before he could blink it away.

He understood.

He understood everything.

Bella loved Daniel with every fragile fragment of her heart. She had chosen him, vowed to him, built her entire world around the man who owned her so completely.

And now, because of him, because of this twisted, forbidden pull, Ethan was tearing her apart. He was the thief stealing kisses, touches, pieces of her soul that weren’t his to take.

He had kidnapped her morality, forced her into this wrongness, made her body betray the only man she had ever truly wanted.

He knew it was wrong.

He knew he should stop.

He should end this right now—push her gently away, apologize to his brother, disappear back into the wilderness where he belonged, and let Bella heal from the wound he had helped inflict.

But his cock…

His cock hurt.

The thick, monstrous length throbbed violently against the confines of his pants, every heartbeat sending sharp, agonizing pulses of denied pleasure through him.

Even a high-level hunter like him, someone who had faced down beasts twice his size without flinching, couldn’t withstand this.

The restraint was torture, the need to claim her so intense it felt like his body was tearing itself apart from the inside.

With a choked sound, he shifted her carefully off his hips, just enough to give himself room.

His hands shook as he fumbled with the zipper of his pants. The sound of metal teeth parting was obscenely loud in the quiet cove.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, not looking at her face. “I’m so sorry, Bella. I don’t want you to see this, I don’t want to scare you—”

The massive cock sprang free at last, thick, veined, flushed an angry red, the broad head already leaking steadily. It jerked upward in painful spasms, every vein standing out in stark relief as it throbbed with denied release.

Bella's breath caught, sharp and ragged, as Ethan's massive cock sprang free, thick as her wrist, veined ridges pulsing angrily under the flushed skin, the broad head glistening with pre-cum that dripped in slow, heavy beads.

It towered before her, jerking upward in desperate spasms, so impossibly large it cast a faint shadow across her lower belly in the dappled sunlight.

Her body reacted instantly, traitorously.

Her heavy breasts heaved with each labored breath, the swollen nipples tightening further into painful peaks, as if straining toward the forbidden heat radiating from his shaft.

A fresh flush spread across the creamy swells, making them glow with unwanted arousal.

Between her spread thighs, her pussy clenched violently around the egg, inner walls fluttering in helpless spasms.

Slick arousal gushed out in a hot rush, coating her folds and dripping down to pool on Ethan's pants.

The thin cord dangled obscenely, slick and shining, as her clit throbbed visibly, swollen and red, begging for contact it knew it shouldn't have.

For one dizzying second, she thought this was it—that he had finally broken, that he would push inside her now, fill her, ruin her completely while Daniel watched.

If... if... that monstrous cock pressing against her entrance, the blunt head would stretch her tight lips apart inch by agonizing inch, splitting her open wider than Daniel ever had.

Daniel's cock was perfect—thick, commanding, molding her pussy to his shape with every possessive thrust, leaving her sore and marked as his.

But Ethan's... Ethan's would reshape her entirely, carving a new path, stretching her walls to their limits, the ridges dragging against her g-spot until she screamed.

It would erase Daniel's imprint, claim her as something new, something filthy and shared.

The sinful thought alone sent a brutal wave of pleasure crashing through her—her pussy spasming hard around the egg, clit pulsing wildly, bringing her teetering to the edge of orgasm without a single touch.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan, tears blurring the sight of his cock, but her hips lifted instinctively, as if inviting the ruin she feared.

But Ethan didn't. He slowly pushed her down.

He braced both hands on either side of her head, caging her beneath him without touching. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself back, muscles corded and straining under his tanned skin.

He looked down at her, really looked, and the sight nearly undid him.

Bella lay there like a vision of forbidden perfection, her petite frame sprawled on the blanket, golden waves fanned out like a halo, tear-streaked face flushed with shame and desire.

Her massive breasts rose and fell in heavy invitation, full and milky, nipples stiff and begging, still red from his mouth.

Below, her bare pussy glistened obscenely, pink folds parted slightly, slick and dripping, the egg's cord trailing out like a lewd tether.

Her thighs quivered, spread wide around nothing, her small waist curving into generous hips that screamed to be gripped.

He wanted to spread those creamy thighs wider with his rough hands, pinning them open until she couldn't close them. Lining up his throbbing cock at her entrance, watching her pussy lips stretch around the head as he sank in slow and deep, feeling her tight heat yield to him, clenching around every veined inch until he bottomed out.

He wanted to bury himself balls-deep, fuck her until she forgot Daniel's name, until her cries echoed across the lake and her body molded to his shape forever.

The fantasy made his cock jump in his fist, pre-cum spurting in hot ropes onto her mound.

And then he wrapped one large hand around his aching cock.

He began to stroke himself, slow, desperate pulls from base to tip, his fist barely able to close around the girth. Every upward stroke made the shaft jump, made pre-cum bead at the slit and drip down onto her lower belly in hot, shameful drops.

His face twisted in agony.

Tears slipped down his own cheeks now, mixing with sweat as he jerked himself off above her, refusing to take what wasn't freely given, even as his body screamed for it.

Bella watched him, the man she had always seen as strong and unbreakable, reduced to this crying, shaking figure, masturbating in torment because he loved her too much to hurt her more.

Fresh tears poured from her eyes.

She reached up with trembling hands, cupping his scarred cheek, thumb brushing away the tear tracks.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, voice cracking. "I'm so sorry, Daniel..."

The words were barely audible, meant for the man who wasn't here, the man who was watching through a tiny lens.

Bella of yours... your Bella... might have to become Ethan's Bella now...

The thought sliced through her like a blade.

And in that exact moment, the egg inside her pussy surged to life—vibrating with brutal, punishing intensity, hammering against her g-spot in savage rhythm.

Her inner walls convulsed wildly, a thick squirt of slick arousal spraying out in forceful jets, splattering across Ethan's thighs and the blanket, soaking everything in her shameful release.

It was as if Daniel himself were answering.

No. You're still mine.

You will always be mine.

Even if I let him break you first.

Watch me make you come while you cry for my brother—watch me remind you who owns this dripping cunt, who decides when you gush like a whore.

I'll share you, tease you, push you to the edge... but you'll always crawl back leaking my control.

Bella's back arched off the blanket with a shattered cry, hips jerking upward as the toy forced another wave of pleasure through her traitorous body, her pussy squirting again in obscene arcs that glistened in the sunlight.

She sobbed harder.

Ethan sobbed with her.

Her small hand slowly moved downward, reaching toward his massive cock.

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