19

Suddenly, Ebony moves, lifting herself until she’s straddling my lap frontally. Her thighs press against mine, the heat of her pussy against me unmistakable, even through the fabric. My brows pinch as she settles, her blue eyes locked on me from behind her bunny mask.

Without a word, her fingers reach to the side, plucking up a candy cane that I had hidden and while holding my gaze, she peels away the wrapper, her lips curving into a sinister grin.

“Remember when we used to fight over the last one of these?” she purrs, pressing her big tits against my chest, her soft curves testing my restraint.

I raise an expressionless eyebrow, trying to play it down. “When didn’t we fight over everything?”

Her smirk widens, teasing before her tongue darts out, slowly sliding along the length of the candy cane. She flicks over the tip before taking it into her mouth, the motion shameless and seductive as she sinks it deep to the back of her throat. I feel all my blood surge to my dick in an instant as my grip tightens on her thick thighs.

When she pulls it out with a soft, wet pop, she bites her bottom lip, her gaze shimmering with mischief.

“Maybe we can share this Christmas,” she whispers, her voice like silk, her lashes fluttering. “Or maybe...” Her eyes flicker downward as she continues, hips bucking against me, grinding her cunt over my length. “I can do the same to your cock, big brother? I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like in my mouth.”

A low growl rumbles from my chest before I grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head to the side. Her sinister grin only grows, gleaming with satisfaction as I reach down, yanking my zipper open with my free hand. My palm dips into my boxers, wrapping around my throbbing dick, pulling it free. Her eyes drop instantly, drinking in the sight, lingering on the glint of my piercing as I stroke myself downward.

Without hesitation, I guide her head, and she doesn’t resist—in fact, she leans in, eager, her lips parting as she accepts me in. As soon as she wraps around the tip, I can’t stop the sharp inhale I take from the sensation. Far too many times have I thought about her giving me head or me skull fucking her, and here she is, willingly just doing it.

Her lips slide downward, taking me with a soft moan, enjoying every inch as I hit the back of her throat before coming back up. She doesn’t rush, no, just tasting me and my toes curl in my boots, the sight and feel of her driving me to the fucking verge of no return.

“That’s it. Suck it like you love the taste of your big brother's dick down your throat.” I grit, taking a deep breath.

Both my hands find her hair, clutching tightly as I fight to keep control, the pleasure threatening to take over. Her tongue flicks over the tip as she releases, her hand guiding the candy cane to the side of my shaft.

Then she lowers her mouth again, sucking me and the candy in together, her eyes flicking upward to meet mine. Those crystal blue eyes—dark with intent—watch me come apart. She knows exactly what she’s fucking doing. She’s playing me at my own game.

The overwhelming sensation is too much, and I find myself regretting my words. The way her mouth repeatedly swallows my cock like it’s meant to be there, leaves me panting.

“Don’t do that,” I hiss through teeth clenched, back tracking, as a sharp shudder ripples through me.

She pulls back just enough to grin, her lips grazing the tip. “Do what?”

My jaw tightens, my grip on her hair firm as I spit out the words.

“Suck my dick like you know how to. Like you were fucking made for it. I’m gonna shoot my load up your face in 0.2 seconds and give a whole new meaning to snow blow.”

She maintains her smile as she licks her tongue over my piercing, her breath hot against it. “You like it, don’t you? When you feel the back of your sister’s throat?”

With that, she sucks me back into her mouth, this time harder, rougher, and quicker, pushing me to my limits. The peppermint burns against my cock as she takes me further, her head bobbing wildly. My hold on her hair tightens, ripping strands from her scalp and my breathing turns heavy as I fight the need to take over completely.

When her sighs vibrate against me, I can’t hold back any longer. I move, getting on my knees in front of her, but her mouth doesn’t leave me for a second, fucking eager and needy, she follows. She pulls the candy cane out just as I grab the back of her head with both hands, forcing myself deeper.

She gags instantly, her throat squeezing around me as the bells on her neck jingle with every thrust. I snarl low, slamming into her harder and faster, my control completely snapped. Her eyes water, but she takes it. Her nails dig into my thighs, clinging to me as if she needs this as much as I do.

Her lips are tight around the thick girth, and the wet, filthy sounds she makes drives me fucking insane. I gaze down at her, watching how her plump lips move over every vein and curve, leaving a sloppy wetness in her wake. My head falls back briefly, my eyes rolling, the sight of her wrecked face burned into my mind.

Her mouth grows wetter, saliva spilling and dripping onto the fur beneath us, struggling to take my violent plunges, but I don’t give a shit. With my hands holding her in place on the back of her head, I smash into her cruelly, making her take every inch to the base until finally, I cum.

My cock jerks violently, and I bury myself in her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. Her tonsils tighten around my piercing as I ride the waves of release, my entire body tingling from head to toe.

When I pull out, she gasps desperately for air, and I grab her face, tilting her head back so our eyes lock. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks, her lips swollen and slick with my cum, and the sight of her shocked and ruined makes my cock twitch all over again.

“You fucking asked for that,” I growl, watching her smile despite the tears streaking her face.

She pushes herself up onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a heated kiss. Her lips are soft and sticky, and when she backs away just enough to murmur, her words are pure sin.

“You tasted exactly like I thought you would, Rook. Fucking satanic.”

I lift a brow, amusement flickering in my eyes. I’ve never seen this side of Ebony before—the one who takes control. After two long years, there’s something different about her. She’s still my Ebony, but now she’s growing into a woman with a backbone. It kills me to think that strength evaporates the moment her dad comes into the picture.

She releases me and leans down, carefully picking up my plague mask from the floor. When she hands it to me, I take it without a word, staring down at it.

A symbol of who I’ve been outside this hell. The Plague. Ruthless. Unforgiving. Deadly. A side of me she's never seen. A side that has been created throughout all this. It’s what they’ve called me for two years now—though she clearly doesn’t know that.

“I want you to chase me in it again,” she says softly, her voice laced with something daring and my eyes snap to hers.

“I liked it when you chased me… and took what you wanted. It made me feel alive.”

The darkness stirring in her blue gaze, pulls me in. Watching. Waiting. Challenging me.

I slip the mask on, the familiar burden settling over me. Her lips curl into a sly smile before she backs away, holding eye contact as she steps out of the van. The snow swirls around her nearly naked figure, the delicate lingerie clinging to her body. Then, like a ghost on Christmas night, she’s gone.

I take a deep inhale, grabbing my cane, the lights wrapped around it still flickering wildly. Then, I pursue her, hopping out the van and listening for the bells around her throat. I hear them in the distance to my right and I start to walk that way, the heavy snowfall making it hard to see

I trudge through, my boots squishing as they sink into the softened ground, each step bringing me closer. The forest looms ahead, dark and quiet, except for the faint jingle of her bells. They taunt me like Santa’s sleigh, urging me forward, and I smirk beneath my mask.

As I enter the woods, my eyes scanning the ground. Her little footprints dot the snow like breadcrumbs, guiding me to where she's hiding, and the chime of her bells starts to grow louder. My breath fogs the mask as I move faster, my pulse quickening with the thrill of the hunt.

Suddenly, the sound stops, and so do I. My senses sharpen, eyes darting around the silent trees and the forest holds its breath, the tension crackling. My heart pounds as I listen, still as stone—until I spot her.

She darts from behind a tree, a flash of movement, trying to reach another hiding spot. Her giggle cuts through the silence, light and playful. I raise a brow at her audacity, amused by her little fucking game, how carefree she is.

I follow, quickening my steps, watching her every move. She dashes from tree to tree, her bells clinking with each step, her ass swaying, the bunny tail still intact and her tits bounce up and down. She knows exactly what she’s doing, playing with me, enjoying the chase as much as I do.

I close in, and just when she thinks she’s made it to another tree, I make my presence known. My cane sweeps through the air, hooking her legs. She stumbles with a startled yelp, but before she can hit the ground, I grab her hair and yank her against me.

She screams, her back colliding with my front, warm and soft against the cold. My hand shoots to her throat, gripping the delicate skin, holding her firmly in place. She squirms, her breath hitching as I lean down, my mouth grazing her ear.

“Oh, look,” I growl. “I caught myself a pretty little bunny this Christmas.”

I shove her forward again until she staggers, collapsing onto her hands and knees in the snow. I close the distance, the tip of my glowing cane pressing firmly against the fur covered plug nestled inside her asshole. Her body shudders, her fingers curling into the freezing slush as if preparing herself.

My cock swells again at the sight of her—bent over, obedient, fucking slut. Ready to be ruined by me. I raise the cane high, then bring it down hard against her asscheek. The crack echoes in the cold night, and she screams, her body jerking forward from the force. Before she can crumble completely, I lunge, my fist grabbing the back of her panties and yanking her roughly back onto all fours.

“You want to know what it’s really like to be fucked by your big brother, little bunny?” My voice drips with menace, every word a threat and promise. “Then get ready to meet the plague you created and begged for.”

She’s panting, the sting of the strike still etched across her skin, burning a bright red and I can see the mix of pain and need radiating from her. I crouch behind her, shifting the cane in my hand, and without hesitation, I press the thick, glowing tip to her wet cunt. Slowly, I drag it upward, parting her lips and her body fights to take the unrelenting pressure.

A broken whimper escapes her as she reaches back in desperation and I release her panties, swatting her hand away with a sharp snarl.

“Don’t.”

The second she lowers her hand, I grab the thin lace of her panties again, ripping them with a vicious tug that sends her jolting forward before I pull her back into place again, wrapping them around my fist so she can't escape what I'm about to do to her. Her spine arches beautifully, every line of her body a picture of surrender. I press the cane forward again, this time with more force, the glowing light flickering against her pink, swollen lips as her cunt gives way to take the cane inside.

Her moans cuts through the icy air as I drive it deeper, the lights disappearing inside her one by one, inch by agonizing inch, until I pause, letting her feel the full weight of it embedded inside her. My growl reverberates, low and savage, as I savour the moment.

Then, I begin to work the cane in and out of her, steady at first, the little bulbs flashing erratically each time they disappear inside her wet, slutty pussy. The soaked, obscene sound of her taking it fills the air, mingling with her small whimpers and my heavy breathing.

My fingers tighten on her shredded panties, using them as reins to keep her bound and under control, pulling sharply to arch her back as I start to ram deeper, forcing her to take more inside her with every savage thrust.

My movements grow feral, the tempo ruthless and remorseless. Each plunge draws a cry from her lips, her trembling legs threatening to give out under the sheer force of it.

“Such a greedy little pussy," I snarl.

Finally, she breaks. A strangled scream erupts from her as her orgasm crashes over her, her body convulsing under the weight of her release. The sight is hypnotic—her surrender, real and unfiltered, as she quakes in my hold.

It’s going to be so fucking hard to let her go. She’s made for me and every sick, disgusting fantasy I have.

I finally rip the cane out of her pulsing, dripping pussy before letting her go and she falls forward on release, crashing into the melting snow. I stand carefully before moving around her body, noticing how unbothered she is against the freezing cold, just like I am. The heat and adrenaline between us is keeping us well and truly alive.

I toss my cane onto the floor, the sharp crack of it landing making her flinch. I stop just inches from her, my breath shallow. My eyes flick up to the branch above me, where a long, thick icicle dangles, a cruel weapon of winter.

I reach for it, tearing it free with a sharp, crackling twist, the cold biting into my hand. She lifts her head, her gaze finding me as I lower myself, lying back on the cold floor. The wetness from the icy ground soaks into my back, but it’s irrelevant—nothing matters but her.

I crook a finger at her, both our eyes locked from behind our masks.

“Now crawl to me, little sister. Ride my mask while I fuck your ass with this icicle.” I command, my voice rough, hungry, breathless.

Her body trembles, but she doesn’t disobey. She rises up onto her hands and knees, her movements almost hesitant, before she starts to crawl toward me. I watch her hips and dangling tits sway with each step. When she leans over me, her eyes search my body, pausing on the sharp beak of my mask.

“That’s not going to fit…” she says, her voice breaking, but I snarl in response. I drop the icicle to the side, grip her waist tightly and turn her effortlessly. I lift her, positioning her until she’s backward, her body arched above mine, her thighs pressed to my chest.

I tilt my head, the jagged edge of the beak of my mask pressing against her leaking, battered pussy. She gasps, her nails digging into my legs, but I don’t let her escape. I grasp her waist and force her down onto the mask, making her cunt take it. She lets out a dragging cry, struggling to take it.

“No. No. Don’t you dare fucking cry,” I warn, my voice harsh, muffled behind the leather. “No tears. The only sound I want from that big mouth of yours is a symphony of moans—rough, desperate, fucking mine. You’re going to take this mask. Every curve of that beak. I want your come dripping, spilling through the eyeholes, until it’s all I taste.”

“But…” she gasps, breath shaky, “I already feel so full… with this plug inside me…”

Without warning, I grip the butt plug, twisting it cruelly in my hand before yanking it free. Her legs tense around me, her body shuddering violently as the emptiness inside her throbs and I watch, mesmerized, as her asshole pulses, gaping open from the absence of the large object.

Her pussy smears come down the length of the beak, and my cock twitches in response. I reach beside me for the icicle, my fingers brushing against the cold edge. My other hand grabs her hip before I force her down gently, making her cunt take more of the mask.

I observe, captivated, as she sinks lower, the beak spreading her pussy lips impossibly wide around the leather, each movement making her pant. She takes it at her own pace, but the pace is mine to command.

“Oh, my god… It's so fucking big... and sharp,” she gasps, her breath hitching as she pushes herself beyond her limits.

“Such a good little whore for your big brother,” I rasp, watching her body fall apart above me. “Your pussy looks so fucking beautiful, stretched and eager around my mask.”

I can smell her arousal, thick and heady, as it drips down onto me, leaking through the sockets. When she’s taken nearly all of it, she starts to rise, lifting her hips, before sliding back down, riding the mask with desperate, frantic thrusts. I growl, the sight so fucking intoxicating, I can’t look away.

"That's it, fuck it. Destroy your little cunt for me."

With the thick icicle in my hand, its coldness seeping into my palm, I press my free hand against her back, shoving her further onto the mask. Then, I ease the long icy shaft into her ass, the cold biting against her warmth, making her body tremble violently. She screws her pussy, the freezing cold intrusion spreading her further as I start to fuck her with it at the same time.

Her moans grow louder, more hysterical, the sound of her pleasure nearly drowning out everything else. The icicle melts rapidly inside her, the liquid warmth pouring down, splashing onto my mask and soaking my skin beneath her as I fuck her relentlessly.

The entire position, the filthy intimacy of what we’re doing, the sounds of her sloppy pussy, almost makes me cum in my fucking jeans. I feel myself snapping again, my sanity slipping. She gets carried away for some time, stretching her cunt to its absolute limit, ruining herself right in front of me, slamming herself down onto my face, her weight crushing the air from my lungs.

When her body finally slows down, I reach over, grabbing a handful of snow. My other hand presses firmly against her back again, forcing her to bend lower, holding her in place. Without hesitation, I begin shoving the snow into her ass, each thrust sinking deeper, each motion adding another finger.

One,

Two,

Three.

Only when her ass is stuffed to the brim with snow, I start finger fucking her at the same time, my hand relentless, water squirting everywhere. The sensations overwhelm her; the cold, the pressure, and my fingers plunging, it's too much.

"Fuckkkkk..." she screams.

She collapses forward as she climaxes unexpectedly, but my mask remains lodged halfway inside her pussy, her come flooding down it as I continue to ruin her ass, the snow melting against her heat, the violent pleasure shattering her completely.

But I don’t stop. I don’t fucking care. I push her further. I love to see her body overwhelmed and I'm the one doing it.

I tear my mask from her and my face, tossing it aside, and look down at her limp body between my legs. Grabbing another handful of snow, I haul her up onto her knees again. Her protests are nothing but broken gasps as I start to shove the snow inside her cunt as well, her body jerking with every cold plunge.

"Let's numb this battered pussy with snow, then you can take more of me."

The chill soothes and tortures her all at once, her trembling unstoppable in my hands.

When I’m finished, I press my fingers and thumb against her entrance. She hisses, her hand flying back to grab my wrist, her instinct to stop me weak. I don’t hesitate, twisting and pressing, forcing her pussy to open as I attempt to get my hand inside. Her body resists, shaking violently.

"Relax and be a good girl, you can take it, bunny. It's just a little sting and my hand will be inside you." I breathe.

I don’t relent. I ease in further until my knuckles sink just past her entrance, her pussy wide around them.

“Rook!” she shrieks in protest.

I pause, watching her pink, glistening cunt quiver, stretched impossibly tight around me, too tight. Her breathing comes in shaky gasps, and she lets out a strangled hiss as I begin to rotate my hand gently, the smooth glide of her tight, pink skin around my knuckles, perfect.

“That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever fucking seen,” I growl, my voice thick with satisfaction. “You were made for this, little sister.”

Then, with a brutal motion, I tear my fist free from her pussy, knowing better than to shove my entire hand inside. She falls forward as soon as I let her go, gasping at the sudden emptiness, her body twitching at my feet.

"I think you've got some kind of deranged, sadistic stretch kink, Plague," she pants out, barely able to breathe."

"And I think you fucking love it." I respond calmly, running my hands over her cold ass, squeezing and splitting her wide so I can see how ruined and swollen she is.

I grip the front of her thighs, pulling her onto her knees again.

"God, come the fuck here. Smother your wrecked cunt all over my tongue and lips." I order with a growl; I’m far from finished.

She splits her legs wider, lowering herself and my tongue snakes out, lazily devouring her, slurping up all her come and the water inside her. She rocks back and forth, gliding her pussy all over my face, moaning softly, letting me soothe her.

When we're done here, I start to move. Snow falls in thick flakes around us as I rise, lifting her limp body into my arms. She sags over my shoulder, utterly exhausted. I lean down, gathering my cane and mask, then reach up and snap another icicle from a branch above.

Without a word, I carry her back to the van, the snow closing in behind us.