Chapter 20: [Lovemaking] Skill
Later that evening, after Grace had drifted off to sleep, a quiet stillness settled over the farmhouse. Kray found Alice still by the dying embers of the hearth, lost in thought, the lingering tension of their earlier, forbidden intimacy hanging heavy in the air.
He sat beside her, the silence stretching between them, thick with unspoken emotions and the weight of their shared secret. The warmth of the embers offered a small comfort against the cool night air, but the air between them felt charged, electric, humming with an undercurrent of unresolved feeling.
“Alice,” Kray began softly, his voice barely above a whisper, breaking the quietude, “about… earlier…” He struggled to find the words, to articute the whirlwind of confusion, guilt, and nascent desire that still swirled within him.
Alice turned to him, her gaze meeting his in the soft firelight, her eyes still holding the vulnerability and raw emotion from her confession. “Dray,” she whispered back, her voice equally hesitant, equally uncertain, “I… I don’t know what to say either.”
They sat in silence again, the unspoken words echoing between them, the weight of their forbidden kiss pressing down on them, both thrilling and terrifying. Kray felt a profound sense of closeness to Alice in that moment, a connection that went beyond siblinghood, a shared experience that had irrevocably altered the ndscape of their retionship.
He reached out, instinctively seeking connection, comfort, understanding, gently taking her hand in his. Her hand was small, warm, trembling slightly in his grasp. He intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hand tightly, seeking soce in the simple, physical contact.
“Alice,” he murmured again, his voice softer this time, filled with a raw honesty, “I… I care about you so much. You know that, right?” He looked into her eyes, searching for reassurance, seeking forgiveness, seeking… something he couldn’t even name.
Alice squeezed his hand, her gaze unwavering, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight, mirroring the turmoil within him. “I know, Dray,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I know you do. And I… I care about you too. More than… more than just a brother.”
The confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, the unspoken desires and forbidden longings id bare between them. The intensity of the moment, the raw honesty of their emotions, the shared transgression of their earlier kiss, all coalesced into a potent, votile mix, creating an atmosphere thick with unspoken intimacy.
In that charged silence, as their hands csped tightly, as their gazes locked, something shifted, something sparked. A sudden, unexpected wave of warmth washed over Kray, not just the familiar tingling of the [Pleasure] skill, but something deeper, more profound, more encompassing. It started in his chest, a slow bloom of heat that spread outwards, through his limbs, through his very core, radiating outwards to encompass Alice, intertwining with her own warmth, creating a shared sphere of intense, almost overwhelming sensation.
A gasp escaped Alice’s lips, her eyes widening in shock, her body stiffening slightly beside him. She looked at him, her expression a mixture of awe, confusion, and a dawning realization. “Dray… what… what was that?” she whispered, her voice trembling, her hand gripping his even tighter.
Kray felt it too, the intense rush of sensation, the overwhelming wave of warmth, the profound sense of connection, unlike anything he had experienced before. He checked his status screen instinctively, his eyes widening in disbelief as a new system notification pulsed into his vision, stark and undeniable.
[+6 Love Points]
Gained a new skill : [Lovemaking : Lvl 1]
[New Skill Discovered: Lovemaking (Lvl 1)]
Description: Harnesses the profound connection and intense pleasure of intimate union to generate powerful healing energy and a surge of Love Points. Requires deep emotional intimacy and mutual desire. Effectiveness and LP gain scale significantly with Love Points spent and emotional resonance.
Lovemaking. The word echoed in his mind, heavy with implication, shocking in its sudden, unexpected manifestation. Lovemaking skill? Triggered by… this? This moment of shared intimacy with Alice, this forbidden confession, this raw emotional vulnerability?
He looked at Alice, her face pale, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a dazed, almost euphoric wonder. He could see the same realization dawning in her eyes, the same understanding of the profound, and profoundly complicated, nature of what had just transpired.
“Alice…” he breathed, his voice barely audible, his own mind still reeling, trying to process the overwhelming rush of sensation, the shocking system notification, the staggering implications of this newfound skill. “Did you… did you feel that?”
Alice nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on his, her voice a soft, breathless whisper. “Yes, Dray,” she murmured, her eyes wide with wonder, with a nascent understanding of the power, and the perversion, of their intertwined destinies as healer and… something more, something forbidden, something… inextricably linked. “Oh Saints… I felt… everything.”
In the quiet farmhouse kitchen, bathed in the dying embers of the hearth, the silence stretched again, now thick with a new kind of awe, a stunned wonder at the raw power of their connection, the terrifying, exhirating realization that their forbidden intimacy had not just been a transgression, but a catalyst, a key to unlocking a power far beyond anything they could have imagined – the potent, morally complex, and undeniably… perverted… power of Lovemaking. And Kray knew, with a chilling certainty, that their journey as Pervert Healers, and as something… more… than just siblings, had only just begun.
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He studied her face, the delicate curve of her cheek, the soft shadows pying in the hollows beneath her colrbones, the way her neckline dipped just low enough to hint at the gentle swell of her breasts. Earlier, in the barn, that forbidden touch, the taste of her lips… it had awakened something within him, a longing he hadn’t known he possessed. And now, this… warmth. It felt linked, somehow, to that kiss, to those stolen moments of intimacy.
“Maybe… maybe it’s because of what happened earlier,” he ventured, his voice barely audible. He felt a flush creep up his neck as he spoke, the memory of their kiss, of her soft body pressed against his, flooding his senses.
Alice’s breath hitched. “You mean… because we…?” She trailed off, unable to voice the forbidden act.
Kray nodded, his heart pounding against his ribs. He tightened his grip on her hand, needing the physical connection, needing to reassure himself that he wasn’t imagining things, that this wasn’t just some fevered dream. “Maybe,” he murmured, “maybe we’re just… closer than we thought.
His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Closer than siblings should be. Closer in a way that sent shivers down his spine, both of fear and a strange, intoxicating excitement. He watched as understanding dawned in Alice’s eyes, a mixture of apprehension and something else, something that mirrored the burgeoning desire within him.
Her gaze dropped to their hands, still intertwined. She flexed her fingers in his, a small, unconscious movement that sent another jolt of awareness through him. “Dray,” she said again, her voice barely a breath, “we shouldn’t… we shouldn’t be like this. It’s… wrong.”
Guilt, sharp and cold, pierced through the nascent warmth in his chest. She was right. It was wrong. They were siblings. This attraction, these feelings, they were forbidden, taboo. He should pull away, should end this now, before it went any further.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to release her hand. He looked at her again, at the confusion and longing in her eyes, and something within him softened, eroded by the undeniable pull he felt towards her.
“I know,” he whispered, his voice thick with conflict. “I know it’s wrong, Alice. But… I can’t help how I feel.”
He saw a flicker of something in her eyes, a brief spark of… hope? He wasn’t sure. But the tension in her body seemed to ease slightly, as if his words, his admission, had somehow lifted a small part of the burden she was carrying.
Silence descended again, but this time it was different. It wasn’t the silence of uncertainty and unspoken fear, but a silence charged with possibility, with the dangerous allure of the forbidden. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls, and the only sound in the farmhouse was their mingled breathing.
Kray’s gaze drifted to Alice’s neckline again. The flickering firelight cast intriguing shadows, hinting at the delicate curves beneath her simple cotton dress. He remembered the softness of her skin under his fingertips in the barn, the way she had trembled when he kissed her. A dangerous curiosity stirred within him, a yearning to explore, to touch, to taste again.
He shifted slightly closer to her, the warmth of his body radiating towards hers. He could feel her gaze on him, questioning, hesitant. He lifted his free hand, slowly, deliberately, and reached out towards her.
Alice flinched slightly, her breath catching in her throat. He paused, his hand hovering in the air, giving her a chance to pull away, to stop him. But she didn’t. She just watched him, her eyes wide and fixed on his hand as it drew nearer.
His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her neck, just below her ear. He felt her shiver, a tiny tremor that resonated through him. He traced the line of her jaw, his touch feather-light, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Alice,” he murmured, his voice husky, “can I…?” He didn’t finish the question, didn’t need to. The unspoken desire hung heavy between them.
Alice’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, then opened again, her gaze locking with his. He saw a silent battle raging within her, the conflict between right and wrong, between fear and desire. And then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.
A surge of exhiration, mixed with a tremor of fear, shot through him. He took her nod as permission, as an invitation. His touch became bolder, more confident. His fingers traced down her neck, to the sensitive skin just above her colrbone. He felt the rapid pulse beneath his fingertips, mirroring the frantic beat of his own heart.
He gently nudged the colr of her dress aside, just a fraction, exposing a sliver more of her skin. Her cleavage, pale and soft in the firelight, was revealed. He hesitated for a moment, caught between the thrill of discovery and the weight of the taboo.
But the pull was too strong. He couldn’t resist. His fingers brushed against the edge of her dress again, then slipped beneath it, his fingertips resting on the warm, smooth skin of her upper chest.
Alice gasped softly, her body tensing beneath his touch. But she didn’t pull away. She leaned into him, almost imperceptibly, her breath coming in shallow pants.
He felt the soft swell of her breast beneath his fingers, the gentle curve hinting at the fullness hidden beneath her dress. He traced the outline, his touch tentative at first, then growing bolder, more assured. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“Dray…” she whispered again, her voice breathy, almost pleading. He couldn’t tell if she was asking him to stop, or to continue.
He looked at her, his eyes searching hers, seeking guidance, seeking confirmation. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. He saw desire there, undeniable, raw, and it mirrored his own.
He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her cleavage. He could see the delicate shadow between her breasts, the tantalizing hint of what y beneath. A wave of heat washed over him, a primal urge to explore, to taste, to possess.
He bent his head lower, his lips hovering just above her skin. He could feel her breath warm against his face, could smell the faint, sweet scent of her. He brushed his lips lightly against the soft skin of her chest, just above the edge of her dress.
Alice gasped again, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Her hands, which had been gripping his, loosened slightly, then tightened again, her fingers digging into his skin.
He tasted the saltiness of her skin, the faint warmth radiating from her body. He moved his lips again, tracing a slow, tantalizing path across her chest, teasing the edge of her dress, but not quite venturing further.
He felt her body tremble beneath his touch, felt the rising tension in the air between them. He knew he was pying with fire, pushing boundaries, crossing lines that should never be crossed. But he couldn’t stop. The thrill of the forbidden, the intoxicating allure of her body, was too strong to resist.
He lifted his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers again. Her eyes were wide and dark, pupils dited, filled with a mixture of fear and overwhelming desire. He could see the conflict raging within her, the desperate plea for him to stop, and the equally desperate yearning for him to continue.
He knew he should stop. He knew it was wrong. But in that moment, staring into her eyes, feeling the heat of her body beneath his touch, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The forbidden fruit was too tempting, the allure of the taboo too strong.
He lowered his head again, his lips finding the soft swell of her breast, just above the edge of her dress. He hesitated for a moment, his breath hot against her skin. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he opened his mouth and gently tasted her.
A gasp escaped Alice’s lips, a sound that was half moan, half cry. Her body arched against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back against the back of the chair.
He felt a jolt of pure, raw pleasure shoot through him, mingled with a heady rush of guilt and fear. But the pleasure was overwhelming, intoxicating. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment, to the forbidden desire that consumed him.
He gently sucked on her breast through the fabric of her dress, teasing the sensitive nipple beneath. He could feel it harden against his lips, could hear Alice’s ragged breaths, could feel her body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and distress.
He knew he was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of something irreversible. But he couldn’t stop now. He was too far gone, lost in the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden, in the seductive allure of his sister’s body. He continued to suckle gently, teasing and caressing her breast, lost in the overwhelming sensation, oblivious to everything but the feel of her in his arms, the taste of her skin on his lips, and the dangerous, forbidden thrill that pulsed through his veins. The quiet farmhouse held its breath, witness to the unfolding secret in the firelight.
[+4 LP]
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Name : Kray(18)
Css : Healer
Level : 3 (0/30)
LP (Love Points) : 18+4
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Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2] , [Kiss : Lvl 1], [Ecchi moments : Lvl 1], [Love Making : Lvl 1]