Amelia was riding her second high of the night, Nox had total control of her and just when she was starting to have her soul return to her body after her first cumming.
He hit her with a sneak attack that pushed the boundaries of what he was attacking her with, which instantly snapped the built up tension and sending her rocketing into her second orgasm of the night.
The first was violent, while the second caused her body to go more limp, having already been exhausted and simply shook and writhed in place as her skin flushed full body turning her pink.
Nox carried on those, his direction of the young lady before him was happening surgically.
First her top was taken off while she was still aware.
But now she was mentally absent and her skirt had come off.
She was laying in her underwear beneath her lover and in full view of her brother.
But the girl herself couldn't care less, all she cared about was that she never wanted this night to end.
Nox having stripped her of her skirt, slowly worked his way back up her exposed body.
Hands traversing her body like an artists brush across a blank canvas.
The built up tension and arousal had been wiped out almost fully by her 2nd orgasm and he need to build that tension back up once again to prepare her body to stand at the peak once again before she started to return to herself, so that he was ready to send her over the edge once more whenever he chose.
His hands were not alone in their wanderins as his mouth once more began to kiss, suck and lick its way up her abdomen and chest.
While his one leg remained planted keeping her legs spread open, while the other softly ground up against her soaking covered mound.
She was still pinned under his body as the inferno within continued to rage throughout herself.
Nox's touches were calculated, leaving her body gasping and heaving.
Always heating up and targeting areas that needed his touch the most in that moment.
Completely lost and at the mercy of his touch.
And even without knowing it, all the different sides of her were loving it.
Her body still gripping the sheets, nails tearing through the fabric itself.
As Nox's lips continued to ghost their way across her sensitive skin.
Each touch sending lightning shooting through her veins, each calculated pause torturous as he purposefully kept her teetering on the edge.
She was shivering occasionally as the cool underground air kissed the places left alone by Nox.
His hot breath and hands, the feather-light brushes against her skin, and along the hems and lines of her remaining clothing, and then-nothing.
Simply nothing at all.
She was left 'in the dark'.
In response her body writhed harder, whining, and mewling, the absence of his assault and contact was even more agonizing than anything else that had been happening to her.
Her hips began to buck and shift on their own, seeking him out trying desperately and helplessly to locate him and have his assault continue on once more.
Seeing this from above Nox let out a little chuckle as his little cumslut had fallen even lower, unconsciously desiring to be tortured sexually to a point of insanity.
Whether she heard his light chuckle or not, her whimpers did not stop.
Her body wasn't listen to his earlier desires for patience.
She was burning up and needed release by his own hand.
Her thighs were now involuntarily clenched, and with each squirm and with the squelching sounds of her extreme wetness resounded throughout the room.
Thankfully her consciousness was not around to know just how utterly and completely she had already been ruined by his hands.
Were she still normal, she should have felt shame.
But now all she felt was need.
The suspense building from her belief that he would not leave her like this and would eventually continue his work upon her person.
But not just watched as she was tortured her body desperately trying to summon back her consciousness so as to regain its lost ally in seeking out their lover.
The suspense itself was sending shudder after shudder as the fevered pitch reached unbearable aching of waiting, feeling like rolling thunder was rippling through her body.
Different from an orgasm, almost like a ruined orgasm in one sense but also so, so, so pleasurable in the other sense that her lover had ruined her so complelty that she could be hit with such a strong aftershock without even needing his touch to send her into it.
But rolling thunder was different from a lightning strike and while the thunder was appreciated her body aggressively wanted the lightning strike.
And then just when her body was about to get her wish, and have her consciousness return to her.
He finally moved.
Her bra in all of this had somehow managed to be removed and discarded exposing her heaving breasts, and stiffened nipples.
One hand dove for her left nipple, as his mouth dropped onto the left.
And just like his kiss to her covered pussy a simple flick of her nipples from his finger and tongue it was like the match that was needed to set off the mountain of gunpowder.
BOOM
Her fluttering eyes signalling the return of her consciousness shot wide open before rolling back into her head, as the orgasm he delivered shot her soul back out of her body with force.
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Brandon was well and truly beyond madness at this point.
His poor little sister was being defiled before his eyes.
And even as aroused he was to finally be able to witness her bare breasts with his very own eyes, but it also caused him great torment as all he could do was stare at her perky breasts and stiffened nipples from afar, seeing his enemy delving into what he'd always dreamed would be his favorite meal.
Things were progressing faster and faster even at such a slow pace and while it was agonizing for all three involved, due to the adrenaline brought on by his rage even with things happening slowly it was all occurring to him almost like he was watching the footage in fast forwards.
And now his sister, the source of his obsession was left with only a single simple piece of paper thin cloth defending her most intimate of places but that defence would surely fall in no time at all.