Incest Seeds of Sin

[Sengolan]

Gayathri grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers into her mouth with a hunger that made his cock twitch. She sucked them clean with a hum, eyes locked on his, before letting go with a wet pop. "Now who’s trembling?"

He laughed, low and rough, and yanked her forward by the hips until her ass bumped against his erection. The lace tore easily under his hands—he heard her breath catch at the sound—and then his palm was pressing against bare skin, sliding up her stomach to cup a breast. Her nipple peaked against his palm instantly. "Still scared?"

"Only of Raji finding out," she breathed, but arched into his touch as his other hand slid between her legs again. This time, when she came, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry, leaving crescent marks in his skin.

The AC sputtered weakly as Ravi finally freed himself from his jeans, her eyes dropping to his cock with a mix of hunger and nervous fascination. "You’ve done this before," he murmured, guiding her hand to wrap around him. Her grip was tentative at first, but when he groaned, she squeezed experimentally, thumb swiping over the head. "Fuck—like that."

Gayathri’s laugh was breathless. "You’re easy." But her fingers trembled as she stroked him, her other hand braced on his thigh like she needed the anchor. When he pushed her back onto the mattress and hooked her legs over his shoulders, she made a sound halfway between a gasp and a whimper. "Wait anna. I am still a—"

He silenced her with a slow lick up her inner thigh, pausing just shy of where she ached. "I know," he murmured against her skin, inhaling the warm, musky scent of her arousal. "That’s what makes this fun."

Her hips jerked when his tongue finally touched her—not tentative, not gentle—lapping at her in broad, wet strokes that had her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Oh my god," she choked out, thighs clamping around his head.

Ravi chuckled, the vibration making her moan. "Relax," he ordered, gripping her hips to keep her still. "Or I’ll stop."

She went rigid, breathing hard. "You wouldn’t."

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. "Try me."

The challenge in her eyes was irresistible. Gayathri bit her lip, then deliberately rocked her hips against his mouth—once, twice—before he pinned her down with a growl. "Cheeky."

Her smug grin dissolved into a cry when he sucked her clit between his lips, his fingers plunging into her tight heat in tandem. The motel bed creaked as she arched off the mattress, her heels digging into his back. "Fuck, fuck—*anna*—"

The honorific sent a jolt through him. He added a third finger, crooking them just so, and watched her unravel—mouth open, eyes wild, her orgasm crashing over her in shuddering waves.

When she finally went limp, Ravi kissed his way up her trembling body, pausing to nip at her collarbone. "Still think I’m easy?"

Gayathri’s hand slid between them, wrapping around his cock with a confidence that belied her earlier hesitation. "I think," she murmured, stroking him slowly, "you talk too much."

He caught her wrist, pressing her palm flat against his chest where his heart hammered. "Then shut me up."

Her smile was wicked as she rolled them over, straddling his hips. The torn lace of her panties brushed against his stomach as she leaned down, her hair curtaining their faces. "Like this?"

Ravi’s grip on her waist tightened as she sank onto him, inch by excruciating inch. Her breath hitched—pain, pleasure, he couldn’t tell—but her eyes never left his. It turned big as her virgin cunt found it's first intrusion.

"Anna...Anna..." she wimpered. Paiin and pleasure making a heady mix. She was tight. Very tight. But she was wet enough to take him.

He thrust deep inside her. She screamed and clawed his back. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Ravi whispered, kissing her tears away.

Gayathri nodded, biting her lip. But her hips rocked against him, urging him deeper. "Don't stop," she breathed, nails digging into his shoulders.

The motel room smelled of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled around them as Ravi moved inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Gayathri's breath hitched with each movement, her body arching to meet his. "You feel...so good," she gasped, her voice breaking as he angled his hips just right.

Ravi chuckled, low and rough, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "You're taking me so well," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "So tight...so fucking perfect."

Gayathri moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "More," she demanded, her voice trembling. "I want...I want all of you."

He obliged, driving into her with a force that made her cry out, her back bowing off the mattress. The headboard knocked against the wall, the sound muffled by the hum of the struggling AC. Ravi watched her—the way her brows furrowed in pleasure, the way her lips parted with each gasp—and knew he was lost.

Her climax hit her suddenly, her body clamping around him like a vice as she shuddered beneath him. "Fuck—*anna*—!" she cried, her voice raw.

Ravi followed her over the edge, his own release crashing over him as he buried himself deep inside her, his groan muffled against her neck. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, tangled together in the aftermath.

Gayathri traced idle patterns on his chest, her breathing still uneven. "So..." she murmured, a sly smile playing on her lips. "What now?"

Ravi smirked, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. "Now," he said, his hand sliding down her spine to cup her ass, "we rest. Because I’m not done with you yet."

She laughed, low and throaty, and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Promises, promises."

Outside, the world continued—cars honked, people shouted, life went on. But in that dim, dusty motel room, time seemed to stand still. And for the first time in years, Ravi felt truly, *dangerously* alive.

Gayathri traced the curve of his ear with her fingertip, her expression unreadable. "You know," she said softly, "this is going to complicate things."

He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. the same moment his other hand slid between her legs, fingers teasing her slick folds. "Complicated is my middle name."

She gasped, her hips jerking against his touch. "You’re insatiable."

"And you’re still trembling," he murmured, rolling them over until she was pinned beneath him once more. "Tell me to stop."

Her nails scbangd down his back. "Never."

The motel sheets clung to their damp skin as Ravi kissed his way down her body, lingering at the hollow of her throat, the curve of her breast, the flutter of her stomach. Gayathri arched beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his tongue traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "You’re—oh god—you’re going to kill me."

He chuckled, the vibration making her shiver. "Not before I taste you again." His mouth closed over her clit, sucking gently as his fingers slid inside her. She cried out, her thighs clamping around his head as he worked her toward another climax.