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“Yes, yes!” Arianne screamed, her voice strained and hoarse from overuse. “Just like that, just like that, just like...FUCK!”

They say that no good deed goes unpunished, and while Rhaenys Targaryen had never really understood the saying before, she was certainly beginning to understand it.

“It’s your pussy, Daddy!” Arianne shrieked. “OH GODS!”

Despite losing her mother at such a young age, Rhaenys had enjoyed an almost idyllic childhood.  With a father who adored her and a stepmother who adopted her and her brother while giving her another one soon after her mother’s death, she had the stability and love a child needs to grow and prosper.  Her extended family lived nearby as she grew up, and her cousins became some of her closest friends, including her best friend, Arianne.

A year her junior, Arianne had always been wilder than Rhaenys, losing her virginity her freshman year and enjoying herself quite freely throughout high school.  Rhaenys loved her dearly, but she’d be the first to admit that her best friend was a bit of a slut.  When her youngest brother, Daemon, broke up with his high school girlfriend just after they graduated and seemed pretty miserable in the aftermath, Rhaenys thought it was a great idea to suggest that Arianne cheer him up.

“Mmm, I could stay here all day,” Arianne sighed as she enjoyed the sun in her tiny bikini.

“I imagine our neighbors wouldn’t object,” Rhaenys said dryly, laying next to her in a more conservative bikini of her own.

“I could give them more of a show than this,” Arianne said mischievously, running a finger between the dark blue material and the soft flesh of her right breast.

“Try not to give anyone a heart attack,” Rhaenys said. “The ambulances would ruin this peaceful morning.

“Touche!” Arianne laughed. “I think I might be losing my touch.  Your brother’s standing in his window and hasn’t even looked at me.”

“Daemon’s still bummed out about breaking up with Ygritte,” Rhaenys sighed.

“He’ll be joining us at KLU soon enough,” Arianne said dismissively. “He’ll be over her and under some bouncing coed within the first week.”

Rhaenys rolled her eyes at her irreverent cousin and settled back into her chair when it occurred to her that that wasn’t a bad idea.  Truth be told, she was starting to worry about Daemon, who still seemed to be depressed a few weeks after the breakup.  It had been a mutual thing caused by their decisions to study at different universities, but Ygritte was the only girlfriend that Daemon had ever had, and he was taking the end of their relationship poorly.  Hooking up with someone else, even if it was just a physical thing, might be just what he needed to move past the end of his first relationship.

“Say, Ari,” Rhaenys said. “What do you think of Daemon?”

“Oh?” Arianne asked, cocking an eyebrow and sounding amused.

“I mean, he’s tall, athletic, and handsome,” Rhaenys said. “I was just thinking that he is pretty much your type.”

“An odd way for a sister to describe her brother,” Arianne said teasingly.

“I’m perfectly capable of objectively recognizing that he and Aegon are good-looking,” Rhaenys said, rolling her eyes.

Raising her sunglasses up to rest on her forehead, Arianne looked up at Daemon and said, “he has certainly grown up.”

Rhaenys noticed that Arianne caught Daemon’s eye then and snorted when her teasing wink made him blush.

“So, my illustrious pimp, are you asking me to fuck your brother?” Arianne asked.

“Oh, shut up!” Rhaenys laughed. “I’m just agreeing with your idea about how he’ll most likely get over his ex.”

Arianne giggled at that and put her sunglasses back on. “He is rather handsome, isn’t he?”

“Who knows?  You could enjoy yourself with him,” Rhaenys said. “Ygritte never looked unhappy, after all.”

Rhaenys had no idea just how right would end up being on that last point, and now her reward for trying to help her brother move on was getting to hear him fuck her best friend’s brains out almost night.

“Harder, harder!” Arianne screamed.

“It sounds like he’s fucking her pretty damn hard already,” Rhaenys grumbled, turning up the volume on the music she was listening to to try and drown out the sounds of her cousin’s screams and the bed banging against the wall.

Arianne was usually a little more considerate of Rhaenys in the little apartment they rented to get away from home and live closer to their campus, but the older woman had been out for most of the night, and her arrival back home had clearly gone unnoticed.  She also seemed to have a much harder time keeping quiet with Daemon than with anyone else she had hooked up with in that apartment before.

“I’m going to end up being Ari’s maid of honor at their fucking wedding at this rate,” Rhaenys thought to herself. “At least I won’t have to overhear the honeymoon.”

The reasons for Rhaenys’ irritation were twofold.  On the one hand, sex that loud was distracting in general, and she was honestly amazed that they hadn’t gotten any complaints yet, but beyond that, it was also disturbingly arousing.  Rubbing her thighs together, Rhaenys whimpered as her music failed to completely overpower the sounds of what had to be better sex than she had ever had.  Arianne’s orgasmic squeal echoed through the apartment and probably beyond, and Rhaenys felt her nipple harden in her bra.

“That’s your best friend, not to mention your cousin, getting fucked by your little brother,” Rhaenys thought to herself, trying to ignore her traitorous mind’s joke about how he was clearly anything but little. “You shouldn’t be turned on by this.  You should just leave the apartment and come back later after they’ve tired themselves out.”

Rhaenys’ left hand was resting on her exposed midriff and slowly inched towards her short jean shorts.  Arianne’s staccato cries were getting louder again, as were the sounds of skin slapping against skin.  Unbidden, images of her Daemon taking Arianne on all fours filled her mind, and her fingers slipped under her jeans and panties, finding her soaking wet pussy and making her moan.

“No,” Rhaenys said, pulling her hand back like she’d just nearly touched fire.

Letting out a shuddering breath, she removed her earbuds and locked her laptop.  A long walk to clear her head was in order, and she dearly hoped that those two would be done by the time she returned.

*****

Rhaenys sipped her cup of coffee and scrolled through her feed the next morning.  She had to get to the campus in about forty-five minutes, but it was ten minute walk, and she had plenty of time.  Noticing Arianne limp out of her room, she couldn’t help but smirk at how rough she looked, and her cousin groaned at her knowing look.

“Fuck, you overheard us last night, didn’t you?” she asked.

“I think half of King’s Landing overheard you two,” Rhaenys said dryly. “I returned here while you two were still going at it.”

“Sorry about that,” Arianne said as she gingerly sat down at the table.  When Rhaenys poured her a cup of coffee, she said, “you’re an angel.”

“Long night?” Rhaenys asked. “You two had quieted down by the time I returned the second time.”

“Yes,” Arianne said. “I have nothing to get to today, so we got a little carried away.  How Daemon managed to make it to his early lecture, I have no idea.”

“I was wondering where he got to,” Rhaenys said. “His shoes were already gone when I got up.”

Arianne looked over at the door and smiled as she took a sip.

“So, you and my little brother,” Rhaenys said.

“Does that bother you?” Arianne asked, looking apprehensive.

“No,” Rhaenys said. “It is somewhat weird, but it’s not like you two are related or anything.  I imagine it will still be a shock to my parents and Uncle Doran.”

“Yeah, we’ve just decided to jump off that bridge when we get to it,” Arianne said.

“But you two are actually thinking of getting to the...well, not meeting the parents stage, but letting them know,” Rhaenys said probingly. “I’ve just never seen you so into anyone.”

“Watching my parents marriage get so bad that Mellario fucked off to another continent kind of soured me on the whole idea of relationships,” Arianne said, “but with Daemon, it’s just...different.”

“How so?” Rhaenys asked.

“I like sex and never really wanted the rest of what came with relationships, so I was happy just hooking up,” Arianne said. “The men and occasional woman were using me, sure, but I was using them too, so it never really bothered me.  Daemon’s the first guy I’ve ever been with that made me feel wanted and desired instead of used.  It’s been...nice.”

Arianne got this little besotted smile on her face, and Rhaenys was taken aback by just how much she had obviously developed feelings for Daemon already.  The idea of Arianne in love, not that they were there yet, of course, was honestly strange, and Rhaenys hoped that things worked out for them.

“Not to mention the sex,” Arianne gushed. “By the gods, he...um, is this weird?”

“You’ve been telling me all about your hookups for years,” Rhaenys said. “Maybe give less detail given that it’s Daemon, but go on.”

Arianne laughed at that before sighing. “He’s just so good.”

“How so?” Rhaenys couldn’t help but ask.

“He can fuck me for hours,” Arianne said, squirming. “His staying power is pretty incredible in itself, and he almost doesn’t have a refractory period.  His tongue is a gift from the gods, and he actually loves eating pussy.”

“Really?” Rhaenys asked, feeling herself growing hot.

“Yeah,” Arianne sighed. “He’s gorgeous, muscular, and strong, and, well...let’s just say that physically, he’s like my perfect man.  Beyond that, though, he’s just so adventurous and creative in bed too.  I’ve never had this kind of compatibility with anyone before.  It’s like he just knows all of my deepest, most depraved fantasies, and he’s amazing at helping me live them out.”

“What kind of fantasies?” Rhaenys asked.

“It started out with orgasm denial,” Arianne said. “He tied me to my bed and tortured me for the better part of an hour, bringing me to the edge over and over again until I thought I was going to go insane.  When he finally showed mercy, I had never cum that hard before in my life.  From there, we started playing around with other kinks.  It helps that he is a natural born dom and just perfectly fits my submissive ass.”

“A well-spanked ass, I’m sure,” Rhaenys giggled, making Arianne laugh. “What’s the most risque thing you’ve done?”

“We…” Arianne cut herself off, looking unsure.

Rhaenys furrowed her brow. “You told me about the time Gerold Dayne buggered you on the alter of our school chapel.  What could you have possibly done with Daemon that could be worse than that?”

“We’ve...done cam shows,” Arianne said quietly.

Rhaenys was glad that she was done with her coffee because she would have spit it out if she’d had anything in her mouth when Arianne said that.

“What!?” she exclaimed.

“I’m a bit of an exhibitionist,” Arianne said, “and Daemon convinced me to try it out, arguing that it would be safer than trying to fuck in public.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still processing the fact that you and my little brother did porn,” Rhaenys snarked.

“He’s eighteen,” Arianne said defensively.

“I sincerely hope that none of our parents ever learn about this,” Rhaenys sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“It’s unlikely,” Arianne said. “It’s not like he or I ever aspire to be famous, so I honestly couldn’t see someone going to the bother to go looking for things like this.”

“How did you even get into it anyway?” Rhaenys asked.

“We sometimes watch porn while we have sex,” Arianne said, “and this one time, we were watching this gorgeous camgirl ride a horse dildo while Daemon was fucking me from behind, and he just leaned in and whispered in my ear, ‘imagine if this was us, if all these people were watching me fuck you just like this.’”

“And you liked the idea,” Rhaenys said.

“Came so hard I passed out,” Arianne sighed, getting up.  She went to her room and returned a moment later with her phone in her hands. “This is the site: mycams.net.”

Rhaenys took the phone and looked at the website.  There were a number of active streams being showcased on the main page as she scrolled through it.

“At least none of these people seem to be using their real names,” Rhaenys said.

“Some might, but I don’t know of any who do,” Arianne said. “I go by bustybabygirl on there.”

“What does Daemon go by?” Rhaenys asked, snorting at the name despite her reservations about the idea.

“My boyfriend,” Arianne said. “Even though I don’t stream without him, we figured that I’d be a bigger draw than him, so the channel’s in my pseudonym.”

“Well, I hope you two know what you’re...oh shit!” Rhaenys exclaimed, noticing the time on Arianne’s phone. “I have to go.  I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay,” Arianne said. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Rhaenys said, rushing to get her shoes on, grab her things, and try to make the ten-minute walk to campus in five.

*****

“Fucking finally,” Rhaenys groaned as she finished her essay on the multiple impacts that the Spice Wars in Essos had on Westeros.  It would need to be edited and have a few finishing touches done, but the basic draft was finished.

Ding

Rhaenys grabbed her phone and felt her heart flutter as she saw what the notification she had just gotten was.  In the depths of her mind, the woman had convinced herself that she created an account on that adult streaming site and subscribed to Arianne’s page just because she wanted to track how often they streamed.  It wasn’t because, deep down, she wanted to watch her best friend get her brains fucked out by her brother, not at all.  The only proof of that she needed was the fact that she hadn’t actually watched any of their streams yet and wasn’t going to.

“Get a grip,” she muttered to herself, turning her laptop off and closing it.

It was just as well that Daemon and Arianne were going to have sex because Rhaenys had a date and would be out of the apartment for much of the night, potentially all of it.  Smiling to herself as she thought of Willas Tyrell, the handsome doctor she had met at some charity function that her parents had but begged her to come along for, she realized that she had probably just enough to get ready and set about doing so.

Over an hour later, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.  Her makeup was perfect, as was her shoulder-length dark hair, and the little black dress she’d squeezed herself into was absolutely the right choice.  Clinging to her body to showcase every generous curve, the tantalizing view of her cleavage was sure to draw her date’s eye.  The high slit on the right side of the skirt showed off just the right amount of her toned leg as well.  She looked hot, and she knew it.  Slipping on a pair of heels, she noticed that she hadn’t heard Arianne yet, which was odd.

“Oh,”  she thought to herself as she checked her phone yet again to see if Willas had called or texted.

The notification she had seen before must have been letting people know that their stream would be starting soon, because she had another one from about fifteen minutes ago indicating that it had.  Glancing over at Arianne’s door, she shook her head and grabbed her keys and purse.  She had better things to do that night than worry about what they were getting up to.

Willas and her had agreed to meet at the restaurant he had made reservations for because he had a shift at the hospital that day and it would be easier that way.  She had agreed, having no problem with that, and smiled again as she got into her cab and gave the driver the address.  The trip to the restaurant was short and traffic wasn’t bad, so she arrived soon enough and was shown to her table after giving Willas’ name to the host at the front.

“Good evening, miss,” the waiter said as he approached. “My name’s Satin, and I’ll be your waiter tonight.  Could I get you anything?”

“No, thank you,” Rhaenys said. “I’ll just wait for my date.”

“Of course,” Satin said. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

He left, and Rhaenys found herself thinking about how much he reminded her of Daemon.  His hair was darker, his eyes brown, and his frame less bulky, but there were certain similarities.  She took out her phone and figured that she could pass the time online as she waited for Willas.  So she waited, and waited, and waited, growing increasingly irritated by his lateness.  He had yet to contact her, so she had no idea just how bad whatever was holding him up was.

“Erm, miss,” Satin said, interrupting her from glaring at her phone. “Your menus.”

He handed her one of the menus he had brought, placing the other across from her.

She stared down at the menu for a moment before saying, “thank you.”

“I could bring you water while you wait, if you like,” Satin said.

Spotting a wine she was particularly fond of on the menu, Rhaenys said, “actually, if you could bring me a glass of the Redwyne Cabernet, that would be lovely.”

“Of course, miss,” Satin said, dutifully going to get what she’d ordered.

The rich wine tasted wonderful, and it gave her something to focus on other than her rude date.  Rhaenys looked over the menu, noting some of the truly delicious-looking salads that they offered, as she continued to wait for Willas to arrive.  After a few more minutes, she decided that enough was enough and shot him a quick text, asking if something was wrong.  About ten minutes and most of the glass later, she received a call and felt her heart sink.

“I am so sorry, Rhaenys,” Willas said, sounding mortified.

Rhaenys’ grip on her phone tightened until she feared she might break it as she said, “what happened?”

“It was an absolute zoo here today, and I ended up being forced to pick up another shift after one of the other doctors fell ill,” Willas said. “It’s no excuse, but I’ve been run so ragged today that I honestly forgot what day it was, much less anything else.  You’re at the restaurant now?”

“Yes,” Rhaenys almost growled.

“Gods, I’m sorry,” Willas said. “I swear, if you let me, I’ll make this up to you.”

“We’ll have to discuss that some other time,” Rhaenys said through gritted teeth, refusing to make a scene when she couldn’t even express her displeasure in person. “Like the 31st of never.”

She hung up before he could say another word and placed her phone on the table, lest she break it.  She had gotten an idea from their long talk about just how hectic life as a doctor could be, but that didn’t make her any less furious at being stood up.  Downing the rest of her wine, she caught Satin’s eye and summoned him with a look.

“Have you decided to order, miss?” he asked.

“Yes,” Rhaenys said. “What can you tell me about these single-serving beef wellingtons?”

“They’re eight-ounce filet mignons covered in a mushroom and shallot duxelles and wrapped in puff pastry,” Satin said. “They’re served with a rich, velvety red wine sauce.”

“Cooked medium-rare?” Rhaenys asked.

“Yes, miss,” Satin said, “though if you prefer, we could cook it more…”

“No,” Rhaenys said. “I’ll take that and Volantene Salad.  You can take both menus with you.”

“I see, miss,” Satin said, grabbing them both. “Could I get you a refill?”

“Please,” Rhaenys said.

She took her frustrations out on her dinner, which was wonderful despite her mood, and finished off another two glasses of red wine before asking for the bill.  Satin was wonderfully attentive throughout the night, seemingly determined to make her experience there as good as it could be in spite of the circumstances, without seeming like he was hovering, and more than earned the generous tip she left him.  He also turned out to be very, very gay, so Rhaenys returned home alone, still utterly furious.

“YES, YES, YES!” Arianne’s screams reached her the second she entered their apartment.

Rhaenys felt the muscles around her right eye twitch and marched into her room, removing her heels as quickly as she dared first.  The sounds of Arianne and Daemon’s passionate, vigorous lovemaking echoed through the apartment, and Rhaenys found herself more irritated by them than she could remember being.  She hadn’t necessarily intended to sleep with Willas that night, but she had enjoyed getting to know him in the conversations they had had since the night they met and wasn’t unwilling to if the date went extraordinarily well.  Instead, she was angry, alone, and deeply frustrated.

“I haven’t had sex in weeks,” she muttered to herself, trying not to think about her last, utterly disappointing encounter.

The truth was that she hadn’t had good sex in ages, not since she broke up with her old boyfriend, and the lack of satisfaction had left her terribly horny.  She was also more than a little tipsy, and as she continued to listen to the sound of Arianne’s pleasured cries, she felt heat begin to pool low in her belly.

“Fuck,” Rhaenys sighed, sliding a hand down along her flat stomach towards her pussy.  Even through her panties and dress, she could feel the heat emanating from her sex.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had opened her laptop and was about to click on the link to Arianne’s stream when she stopped herself.

“It would be wrong,” Rhaenys thought to herself. “She’s my cousin, and he’s my brother.  There’s a reason I’ve never even touched myself while listening to them.”

“Gods, I love your fucking cock!” Arianne shrieked.

Rhaenys clicked the mouse button before she could stop herself, and as the stream loaded, she froze in her chair, unable to move a muscle.  It was muted, but that was probably for the best, since she could hear them well enough as it was.

“By the gods,” Rhaenys thought to herself as she took in the sight of the two of them.

Arianne was facing the camera, though her face was mostly buried in the bed.  Her ass was high in the air, and she was throwing it back rapidly to meet Daemon’s hard, brutal thrusts.  She had always known that Arianne was a hauntingly beautiful woman.  Even back when she was a chubby little girl and the two of them had practiced kissing, Rhaenys thought her cousin was far prettier than the other girl had believed herself to be.  She was utterly beautiful now, and the sight of her plump ass jiggling as Daemon pounded her from behind was one of the hottest things she had ever seen, and yet that wasn’t even the hottest thing on the screen.

Daemon Targaryen was fucking gorgeous, and Rhaenys truly didn’t know how she had failed to notice what an absolute hunk he had become.  The two of them were drenched in sweat when the marathon fuck she had come into part way, and while the sheen did wonders to make Arianne’s olive skin shine beautifully, it did even more for Daemon.  She feasted her eyes on his every corded muscle, most of them flexing as he fucked Arianne, and felt her pussy drool at the sight.

“Fuck me,” Rhaenys muttered to herself, watching the show they were putting on in awe.

“HOLY FUCK!” Arianne squealed at the top of her lungs as she came, her entire body writhing and convulsing in pleasure.

“She just can’t get enough of this cock,” Daemon said cockily, smirking to the camera in a way that made Rhaenys shiver.

Realizing that she was lusting over her own brother, Rhaenys forced herself to look down to the comments and instantly regretted it.

“Pound that slut!”

“She’s going to limp for a week, lol.”

“I doubt she’d even feel me.”

Arianne slumped forward and collapsed onto the bed, panting for breath as Rhaenys plugged in her headphones and turned on the volume, knowing that she wouldn’t hear them speak quietly.

“Oh wow,” Daemon said, looking at the screen. “You guys managed to get us to four thousand more tokens.”

Rhaenys furrowed her brow and looked over the screen until she spotted something in the upper left corner that read ‘4000/4000 Anal.’

As she realized what was coming next, Daemon grabbed Arianne’s hair, close to her scalp, and pulled her head up until she was looking into the camera.

“Thank the generous people, pet,” he ordered, his voice deep and rumbling.

“Yes, Daddy,” Arianne moaned, her glassy, unfocused eyes just staring forward blankly. “Thank you so much.”

“Holy shit, I think he might have actually fucked her brains out.”

“What a good little whore!”

Rhaenys had to stop reading the comments, but looking at what else was on the screen was even worse.  They were so sexy, and it was getting her so hot and wet, but nothing that she had seen so far compared to what happened next.  Daemon pulled his cock out of Arianne, who grunted and fell flat onto the bed, and moved backwards, giving the stream a clear view of his cock.  Rhaenys’ jaw dropped as she took in the sight of what had to be the largest cock she had ever seen.  Long and frighteningly thick, Rhaenys would have wondered how the hell it even fit inside her short cousin if she didn’t know her so well.

“He’s gorgeous, muscular, and strong, and well...let’s just say that physically, he’s like my perfect man.”

Rhaenys had given Arianne’s words little thought back when they talked about her relationship with Daemon, not really wanting to think about her brother that way.  She should have realized what her massive size queen of a cousin would consider her perfect man, and now that she was faced with an image that was burning itself permanently into her brain, another thought occurred to her.

“Ari’s going to try to take that up her ass?”she thought to herself.

What little resolve she had left broke, and Rhaenys decided to remove her dress and underwear, returning to her chair as quickly as she could.  She whimpered embarrassingly when she first touched her pussy and found it soaking wet.

“That was amazing,” Arianne cooed, finally fully conscious again.  Looking off to the side for a moment, she asked, “you guys really hit four thousand?”

“It happened while you were cumming,” Daemon said. “They’re really desperate to see me fuck you in the arse.”

“Is that true?” Arianne asked, feigning shock. “Do you all really want to see him split my tight little asshole open?  His cock is so big, it might never be the same again.”

The comments were almost universally in agreement, with a couple outliers wishing that they could take her place.

“Hmm, it seems like they do, baby,” Daemon said. “Why don’t you turn around and show them what I’ll be destroying while I lube myself up?”

Arianne giggled and turned around on the bed.  Lowering her head to the sheets, she reached back and pulled her plump, round asscheeks wide.

“Holy shit,” Rhaenys murmured as Arianne put herself on full display.

Her very pink, gaping pussy was enough of a shock on its own, but what really drew Rhaenys’ eye was the buttplug she was wearing.  The part of the plug sticking out of her asshole was silver in color and had within it a red crystal in the shape of the sun.

“How much does my little slut like her plug?” Daemon asked, coating his cock generously in lube.

“Not as much as I’ll like your cock, Daddy,” Arianne cooed.

“Fucking hells,” Rhaenys thought to herself.

Once Daemon believed that he was lubed up, he crawled over to where Arianne was kneeling and grabbed the buttplug.

“Ahh!” Arianne gasped as he slowly pulled it out, clawing at the bed. “That feels so good!”

“You were such a good girl,” Daemon said softly. “Keeping this inside you the whole time I fucked your sweet little pussy.”

“I was so full!” Arianne moaned.

The plug popped out of her, and Rhaenys noted that it was about as thick as Daemon’s cock.  At least she’d be mostly prepared for what he was about to do to her.

“Turn a bit, baby,” Daemon said. “These guys might like seeing your arse, but I doubt they’d like mine much.”

“Speak for yourself,” Rhaenys muttered.  Daemon had one of the most muscular asses she’d ever seen.

After squirting a little lube inside Arianne’s gaping asshole, Daemon lined himself up with her and pushed until the bulbous head of his cock popped inside.

“Fuck!” Arianne grunted. “Gods above, you’re so big.”

“And yet you take me so well,” Daemon said, pushing a little more of his cock inside her.

“Shit!” Rhaenys gasped as she rubbed her clit in tight little circles.

This was easily the hottest thing she had ever seen, and as she grasped one of her large breasts, she couldn’t help but moan softly.  This was wrong on so many levels, but she was far too horny to care about anything like that just now.  The chat was going nuts, and donations were pouring in.  Rhaenys didn’t know what a token on this sight was worth, but she got the feeling that these two were making more money than she realized with their little porn shows.

Arianne grunted and groaned as Daemon pushed inch after thick inch inside her ass.  From the way that the chat was reacting, Rhaenys got the sense that this was something that these two hadn’t done on camera before, but it was clearly not the first time that they had done it.  It looked like an incredibly tight fit, and the intensity of the stretch had to be insane, but Arianne looked anything but pained by it.  After several minutes of slowly working his cock in and out of her no doubt sweltering depths, Daemon finally managed to fit the last of his cock inside his girlfriend’s tightest hole.

The satisfied sigh that Daemon let out as he finished pushing himself inside Arianne was one of the hottest things that Rhaenys had ever heard, and she felt her pussy flutter.  She was so wet that her arousal was dripping down onto the chair under her, and she was far too into this to consider that it was her brother turning her on so much.

“So fucking big!” Arianne cried, her whole body shaking from the effort of taking him inside her. “What’s the chat saying?”

“Most are saying that this is the hottest thing they’ve ever seen; a few are wondering how the hell a girl so short managed to take so much cock; and one or two are asking if we’ll be uploading this stream after the fact,” Daemon said. “To that last point, no.  Sorry guys, but if you want to watch us, you have to catch us live.”

“I’m 5’2,” Arianne grumbled, lifting herself up to look at the screen. “I swear, some of you guys think I’m four feet tall.”

“It’s the contrast,” Daemon laughed, reaching under her and pulling her up until her back was flush against his chest. “You gotta admit, with me being more than a foot taller than you, we do look funny together.”

“What can I say?” Arianne asked, smirking. “I like my men large.”

Daemon brought his hand up to her throat and held her as she looked up at him, saying, “only the biggest for my beautiful little slut.”

“I’m your slut, Daddy,” Arianne gasped. “Only yours.”

Daemon smirked and, lowing his hand to her chest, held her tightly as he repositioned them on the bed.  By the time they were done, Arianne was facing the camera again, much like she had been when Rhaenys first started watching.  He let Arianne down onto all fours as he started slowly working his cock in and out of her ass.

Arianne looked like she was in heaven, and a string of lewd moans escaped her lips as Daemon started to slowly fuck her ass.  Those moans turned to loud cries as he sped up, and then screams of absolute ecstasy as he started to truly pound her tight ass.  Rhaenys could see Arianne’s ass rippling with each thrust again and wondered how that didn’t hurt.  She took the rough pounding and looked like she loved it.

“Just like that!” Arianne screamed. “Fuck me till I can’t walk, Daddy!”

Rhaenys was utterly hypnotized by the sight of the two lovers together.  Daemon was taking Arianne in the most primal way possible, and the gorgeous brunette was taking everything he gave her and begging for more.  Her cunt was a molten furnace, leaking her arousal everywhere as she slowly teased herself.  She could have cum by now, but she didn’t want to, not until these two gorgeous creatures finished their show.  There was no goal being pushed for anymore, and the anal was likely to be their finale.

Whimpering with need, she watched Daemon lose himself in the act of fucking Arianne.  He looked so commanding, so in control as he fucked her ass hard, and Rhaenys couldn’t recall ever finding a man as attractive as she did him in that moment.  Dark and dirty thoughts filled her traitorous mind.  She imagined herself in Arianne’s place, getting the reaming of a lifetime and never wanting the sinful pleasure to end.

“Oh gods!” Rhaenys cried as she realized what she was thinking.

It was too late for her just now, and there was no way she was stopping this madness until she had cum.  She decided that she desperately needed release and plunged two fingers inside her.  The squelching sound that her overflowing cunt made as she fingered herself would have embarrassed her if she could focus on anything other than the couple rapidly driving her insane.

“Gods, your arse feels amazing, baby!” Daemon groaned.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up until she was nearly flush against him, never pausing or losing his hard, fast pace.  Arianne’s face was a picture of ecstasy, her jaw slack, and her eyes rolling back into her head.  The change in position meant that Rhaenys couldn’t watch her cousin’s fat arse cheeks jiggle each time Daemon’s hips slapped against them, but instead, she got to watch the other woman’s large breasts jiggle and sway with every rough impact.

“Cum in me!” Arianne begged. “Cum in my ass, Daddy, please!”

Daemon’s self-control slipped at her words, and he started fucking Arianne as hard and as fast he could, pushing her down into the bed and pounding her into it with each brutal thrust.

“DADDY!” Arianne squealed, her whole body convulsing as she came undone and squirted all over the bed.

Her orgasm triggered his, and Daemon slammed himself balls deep inside her as he filled her to the brim with his cum.  He moaned loudly as his orgasm hit, and that sound was the last straw for Rhaenys, who had to shove a fist in her mouth to muffle her screams as she came.  Pleasure coursed through her entire body in wave after wave as a full-body orgasm hit her like a freight train.  Her vision actually went white for a moment as the most intense pleasure she had ever known consumed her.

Panting hard, she slumped back into her chair just in time to watch Daemon pull his softening cock out of Arianne’s ass.  The gorgeous brunette looked dead to the world, and her lover was forced to deal with the chat instead.

“That’s it...for tonight,” he panted. “I hope everyone...enjoyed the stream.   Goodnight.”

The screen went blank, and Rhaenys stared numbly at it, watching a torrent of praising comments fly by in the chat.  She had just had the greatest orgasm of her entire life from watching her brother fuck her best friend.  As her heart thundered in her chest and her all-consuming arousal abated, she was left with just one single thought.

“What the fuck do I do now?”