Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

A wicked grin was painted onto the young girl's face as she saw her brother freeze. This felt like confession - one of love or equal madness. She did not need her Forest King if her brother could bring her this pleasure. Mother did not pay attention to her, and so she would steal her firstborn from her own mother. It only felt like a fair deal - one made by the mind of a masochist though. Pain was her new God, and she'd serve it by letting her brother put as many holes as he wanted into her body.

Her grin grew wider as the rage in her brother's form returned and she closed her eyes in pleasure as he punctured her chest flesh again. A moan escaped her mouth and her hind legs stayed almost completely still as she lay on her back. It felt like heaven and hell all at the same time. She whimpered for more, fearing he would leave her alone again - fearing anyone would leave her alone again. Yes - yes, get lost with you, my brother. Let's get lost together... She purred.