The breakfast table became their battlefield, a stage for their unrestrained passion.
Torn clothes littered the floor, and the room was filled with the lewd symphony of moans and the sound of flesh colliding against flesh.
Fortunately, the room was soundproof, allowing them to lose themselves entirely in their lust without fear of interruption.
Their desires consumed them, and their bodies moved in perfect sync, drowning in a sea of mutual ecstasy.
Riser, taking her virginity in every way possible, kissed Ravel deeply, muffling her cries of pleasure as he moved with slow, deliberate thrusts.
He gave her time to adjust, ensuring she could take all of him before plunging fully into her tight, obscene hole.
Her pussy clenched around him, wet and impossibly tight, rivaling even Le Fay's in its perfect accommodation of him.
"Deeper, brother... Deeper!" Ravel gasped, her voice trembling with need as she clung to him desperately.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into his back, leaving red scratches in their wake.
She begged him with every fiber of her being, her body shuddering with pleasure as she pleaded for more.
Riser, spurred on by her cries, let go of all restraint.
His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming rougher and more forceful, driving into her wet hole with unrelenting intensity.
The juices from her arousal splashed onto his thighs, coating them in her essence as their bodies slammed together.
The table beneath them creaked under the pressure of their movements, threatening to collapse as they lost themselves in their primal desires.
"I missed you, brother," Ravel moaned, her voice laced with longing and desperation.
"I want you inside me always... to fill me with your seed. Don't ever leave me again." Her eyes locked onto his, her gaze filled with a mix of love, lust, and a desperate plea.
Riser felt a surge of pride and arousal, knowing Ravel was his completely—mind, body, and soul.
She no longer belonged to that mongrel Issei.
No, she was his and his alone.
He chuckled darkly, any remnants of guilt or hesitation vanishing. "Yes, Ravel. You've always been mine. Mine alone."
Hearing his words, Ravel's face lit up with pure joy.
She pulled him into a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as she surrendered herself entirely to him.
Riser responded by pressing her harder against the breakfast table, pinning her beneath him as his thrusts became even more forceful.
The sound of their bodies colliding, her wetness squelching with every thrust, and their breathless moans filled the room.
He drove her deeper into depravity, her body arching beneath him as she gave herself over to the overwhelming sensations.
Neither of them held anything back. This was their moment, their world, and nothing else mattered.
...
When he stepped out of the dining room, just outside the door, Le Fay stood waiting for him, her teary eyes locked onto his.
"Riser," she whispered, her voice trembling.
In that moment, his heartbeat froze as if the entire world had stopped when she spoke his name.
Seeing the heartbreak etched across her face, he knew she was aware of what had transpired inside the room.
There was no need for words; her expression said it all.
He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair, and met her gaze directly. "Are you mad, Le Fay? I've told you from the very beginning—it's never too late to leave me, to walk away from all this."
Le Fay shook her head, her voice defiant yet tinged with raw emotion. "No, I'm not angry. In fact, I even helped you. I made sure no one found out what happened inside, Riser. I ensured your parents or anyone else wouldn't hear or suspect anything. I even provided better soundproofing for you and your sister, so no one could disturb you."
Her words hit him like a thunderclap. Riser's eyes widened in shock, confusion clouding his mind. Questions swirled relentlessly in his head.
Why would she go so far for him? Why would she protect him, even after he had betrayed her by sleeping with another woman—his own sister, no less?
Sensing his turmoil, Le Fay let out a soft, almost amused snort.
Her gaze softened but carried a steely resolve. "I've told you from the start, Riser. I will always stand by your side. Always. No matter how depraved or monstrous the path you choose to walk."
Her honesty struck him harder than any blade could.
"Like any human being, yes, I find it repulsive—the fact that you committed incest with your sister, that you sleep with other women so freely. It disgusts me. But... I'm also trying to understand you. You're more than just your sins, Riser."
"Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly, his voice almost trembling. "Are you sure you still want to stay by the side of someone as wretched as me? Because I know myself better than anyone... this won't be the first time—or the last."
Le Fay's lips curled into a pout, her tone both firm and affectionate. "I've always loved you, idiot. Stop doubting me, Riser."
Her tears were gone now, replaced by a fiery determination in her eyes.
She stepped closer, pressing herself against him, her delicate hands resting on his chest.
Her lips met his, soft and warm, as they shared a deep, lingering kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, they stood still, their foreheads touching as unspoken emotions passed between them.
"I can feel your heartbeat, Riser," Le Fay murmured, her hand trailing teasingly over his chest. "When we're connected like this, I feel it. I feel all of you. You might share your body with your sister, indulging yourself with her, but your heart... your heart has always been here, with me."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "If being with her eases your pain and helps you carry your burdens, then so be it. But don't forget, Riser... your heart belongs to me."
Hearing her words, Riser felt his confidence return, a soft smile spreading across his lips.
He cupped her cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.
"I've always been yours, Le Fay," he replied softly. "And I promise you the world. I swear that every race in existence will bear witness to our wedding."
Le Fay smirked, her tone turning teasing. "Oh, Mister Romantic. And when, exactly, will this grand wedding of ours take place?"
He leaned in closer, his affectionate gaze meeting hers. "When I've finished creating my masterpiece, fulfilling my dream, and achieving my ambition, Le Fay Pendragon."
Her smirk softened into a smile as their eyes blurred with desire, the space between them closing once more.
This time, their kiss was deeper, more passionate, their shared longing consuming them as they surrendered to the moment.