Sigrid gave him a faint smile and placed her other hand on his cheek. “You look tired, brother.” She rubbed her thumbs along the line between beard and skin, still feeling that strange elation as he cupped her jaw.
“I am…” his expression fell slightly to one of contemplation as he looked her over once more. “You. You’ve become a woman.”
She felt herself blush. Sigrid stepped closer until she was almost flush to him and rested her forehead against his shoulder. “Woman is a bit of a stretch, I think. There are days when I still feel like a child.”
Ivar chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re very womanly.”
His calloused hand rubbed across her shoulder, brushing her long hair away from her neck. His fingers traced along a scar that stretched along her shoulder blade to her spine. She shivered and pressed closer, so their hips were together, and she felt his member flex between her legs.
Both of them took a breath at the feeling, but neither moved. Sigrid closed her eyes and took in the sense of her brother’s warmth. She spread her arms to wrap under his, so her small breasts melded against him. The arm around her waist held her tight as he nosed along the curve between her neck and shoulder. Between her legs, Ivar’s erection grew until it throbbed in a way that made her adjust her stance, so she was more open for him.
Ivar rocked his hips, so his cock slid along her slit. His throat buzzed as he let out a deep groan. “You’re so warm. We shouldn’t-”
Releasing her waist, he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it to his hip. They gasped at the contact. Their eyes met, grey-blue and blood-red, in a mutual exchange of love and lust for seconds before Ivar descended upon her and kissed his sister passionately.
Her arms moved to wrap around his neck as she met his kiss. His hair caught in her fingers, locking him close as lips and tongues met in a desperate dance. Strong fingers dug into the muscle of her thigh and shoulder. In moments between kiss and gasp, she could hear the slick sounds of Ivar stroking along her sex, coating his length in her juices and poking at her entrance.
Perhaps this should have disgusted her; Laying with one’s sibling was frowned upon no matter what culture you were in. This certainly wasn’t how she expected the reunion to go. But Sigrid moved with her shoulders, and with Ivar’s careful steps, she had herself backed to the wall of the cave. With one final shared look between them, Ivar pressed his forehead to hers and slowly slid himself inside.
Sigrid had been with plenty of women, so she was no stranger to sex, but this was a first for her. Nothing larger than her, currently forgotten lover’s fingers had ever been inside her. While the lady knight had strong fingers for the task, they were nothing compared to Ivar’s cock.
While not long, he was thick with a defined head that pressed along her sensitive inner walls in a wholly new way. He filled Sigrid more and more with each thrust of his powerful hips, all while taking care to allow her to adjust. The air of the cave softly echoed with the quiet, slick sounds of him sliding in and out coupled with their pleasured gasps and moans.
Once he was buried fully within her, Ivar held her leg with one hand and rested the other forearm against the wall. They breathed together, neither moving as her body adjusted for him. He leaned down and kissed her softly.
“I’ve never felt anything so warm,” Ivar said with a sigh. His eyes locked on her as her head leaned back against the wall. He pulled out then pushed in to the hilt in one stroke, making her gasp. Then he forced himself in her again and again.
“Ivar. Ivar!” Sigrid’s fingers gripped the back of his head. She yelped when he leaned in to bite her neck as he drove into her with vigor.
Ivar gripped the underside of her thighs and picked her up to get a better angle. He carried her to a pile of furs and grasses. Keeping her legs up, he pounded into her with short quick strokes. He watched her squirm beneath him. Droplets of drool fell from his lips onto her breasts.
She could feel him deep inside her; it was like he was trying to push himself into her womb. When she cracked an eye open, her brother’s red eyes held an almost feral expression. Ivar bared his teeth, and he growled with each thrust. It was different from her placid knight; she was passionate but never showed a passion like this.
Sigrid’s face and chest flushed. Something inside her was trying to bubble to the surface- she wanted Ivar ultimately. She couldn’t imagine being without him now that they’d found each other. But what did having him completely mean now?
Reaching up, Sigrid pulled her snarling brother down to a kiss. Both of his sturdy arms planted on either side of her head. His body pressed into hers, but he didn’t slow down.
Sigrid’s nails dug into his back, clawing down to his rear. His tongue licked along her teeth and lips, then up to her ear where he growled, “I’m so close. Sigrid, let me cum inside you. Let me put pups in you.”
The thing she had begun to feel finally snapped at his words. Her body trembled, and she felt her orgasm overtake her before she could answer. All of her muscles tightened around him, making him groan in her ear.
His thrusts picked up in pace, and he pushed deeper into her with short drives. “I love you, Sig. I’ve missed you so much. Let me keep you, make a family with you again.”
“I love y- you too, Ivar,” she whimpered. “Please-!”
Ivar’s arms wrapped around her head and held her tight. His hips pressed into her, and she felt his cock spasm as streams of thick cum spilled into her.
His body trembled with little spasms until he finally collapsed on top of her. Hot breath warmed the side of her face as her brother panted with exhaustion. Sigrid couldn’t help but smile as her own muscles began to relax. With a bit of effort, she managed to release him long enough to run her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.
Ivar sighed against her skin. Then he adjusted himself to rest on his elbows, his eyes meeting hers with tired lust and love. No words were spoken between them, but he leaned down to kiss her as he continued to slowly rock his hips into hers.
“Give me a moment,” he whispered when they parted, “then I want you to roll onto your hands and knees so I may take you as a wolf would take his mate.”
Sigrid couldn’t help but look at him, shocked. “Again? So soon?”
He gave a gentle chuckle and brushed the hair from her face. “I know you don’t mean to stay here with me. So I mean for you to leave this place with a pup in your belly. A reminder of me until I find you again.”
Sigrid couldn’t help but blush. It was such an embarrassing thing for him to say, yet strangely arousing at the same time. She traced her fingers down the dip in his spine and along his jaw. He leaned into her touch before kissing her palm.
“I’ll find you again once it’s safe,” she whispered. “We’ll be a family again.”
“Good,” Ivar said with a grin. “Now, on your knees, little one. I want to feel you again.”