Cocoa West Village was dotted with small cottages, but the path from the bonfire to the orchard felt impossibly long for Darian.
He pulled Nojiko along, his grip firm but eager. By the time they arrived at the cottage, Nojiko was breathless. The run, combined with the heat of the fire and Darian's intoxicating scent, had left her flushed and trembling. Her eyes were watery, her skin slick with sweat.
If she had wanted to resist, she should have done it back at the party. Now, alone in the cottage with the man who had saved her village—and her sister—she was completely at his mercy.
Tonight, Nojiko was dressed conservatively in tight black jeans and a sleeveless plaid shirt buttoned to the neck. But her ample breasts strained against the fabric, making the simple outfit incredibly alluring.
Darian locked the door behind them. The thrill of the night was coursing through him. He preferred voluptuous, mature women, and Nojiko fit that description perfectly.
But what truly ignited his blood was the taboo. She was Nami's sister. The thought of having both sisters—the navigator and the farmer—was a fantasy he couldn't suppress.
He ripped off his mask, tossing it onto the table.
In the moonlight streaming through the window, his face was illuminated. Enhanced by the Human Path, his features were strikingly handsome, his skin glowing with a supernatural charm.
Humans are simple creatures. Even the most principled person might falter if a god stood before them. Nojiko was no exception. She had seen him with Nami last night. She had seen his power this morning. And now, she felt the tenderness in his hands.
The forbidden nature of it—being with her sister's man—only added to the intoxicating mix of guilt and desire. It was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Darian..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
He didn't speak. He stepped closer, his eyes dark with hunger.
Nojiko's chest heaved. Sweat beaded on her forehead and neck, making her look like a delicious meal waiting to be devoured. Her lips, painted a soft cherry red, were parted slightly.
Darian chose to be a beast.
He pulled her into his arms. Nojiko instinctively raised her hands to push against his chest, but her resistance was weak, almost nonexistent. It was a token protest, a lie they both accepted.
He captured her lips.
Nojiko's heart pounded wildly. She closed her eyes and let him in.
Her lips tasted of cherries, her mouth of orange liqueur. Darian kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping inside to taste her. The Human Path pheromones in his saliva acted like an aphrodisiac, melting her resolve instantly. After a moment of hesitation, Nojiko kissed him back, her tongue meeting his with clumsy enthusiasm.
While his mouth ravaged hers, his hands went to work. One hand stroked her back, soothing her, while the other slid down to grip her shapely buttocks.
Nojiko was twenty, more mature than Nami. Her body was firmer, forged by hard labor. Her ass was tight and elastic, offering a delightful resistance as Darian kneaded the flesh through her jeans.
She moaned into his mouth as his strong fingers dug in.
Satisfied with her ass, Darian moved his hand up. He wanted to feel the weight of her breasts.
He slid his hand from her back to her front, cupping one of the massive mounds through her shirt.
"Incredible," Darian murmured against her lips. "One hand can't even hold it all."
He squeezed gently. He knew from experience with Nami exactly how much pressure to use. He treated her with a mix of reverence and dominance, kneading the soft flesh until Nojiko went limp in his arms.
"Sister," Darian teased, pulling back to look at her flushed face. "I'm really going to devour you."
Nojiko gasped for air, her eyes glazed and hazy. She looked like a kitten—docile, pliant, and utterly ruined.
Darian kissed her forehead, her neck, her collarbone. Every touch drew a soft, needy whimper from her.
His fingers went to the buttons of her shirt. Pop. Pop. Pop.
He parted the fabric and unhooked her bra with a practiced flick.
Her breasts spilled out, bouncing heavily. They were magnificent—full, heavy, and tipped with large, erect nipples that begged for attention.
Darian leaned down and kissed each peak, swirling his tongue around the sensitive areolas. Nojiko cried out, arching her back.
He pushed her onto the bed. He climbed over her, his knee parting her legs.
His hand slid down her flat stomach, past her navel, to the waistband of her tight black jeans.
He undid the button. Zip.
Moonlight bathed her body. Her tattoos—blue swirls on her arm and chest—glowed against her tan skin. She was a masterpiece of curves: wide hips, a narrow waist, and those endless legs.
Darian hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and panties.
"Lift up," he ordered softly.
To his delight, Nojiko obeyed, lifting her hips to help him.
He pulled the denim and cotton down in one smooth motion.
What he saw made him pause.
Unlike Nami's clean-shaven look, Nojiko had a thick, triangular patch of dark blue hair between her legs. It was curly but neatly trimmed, a hidden forest that contrasted with her cool exterior.
It was primal. It was mature. It screamed fertility.
"Beautiful," Darian breathed.
Nojiko blushed furiously, trying to cover herself with her hand. "Don't look..."
Darian smiled, stripping off his own clothes in seconds. His erection sprang free, hard and eager.
"Sister," he growled, leaning over her. "I'm coming in."
He kissed her neck again, his hand moving to part her thighs. He gently moved her hand away from her crotch.
He spent a moment admiring the view. The thick blue bush resembled a sea anemone, hiding the pink, wet clam beneath.
As a lover of seafood, Darian intended to feast.
He lowered his head, burying his face between her legs. He licked and teased, tasting her juices, savoring the unique flavor of the older sister.
Nojiko gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
After a few minutes of torture, when she was slick and trembling, Darian moved back up. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet entrance.
"Relax," he whispered, kissing her lips. "I've got you."
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside.
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