Yandere Step-brother || Liskook ||

18

Jungkook grunted as he felt her walls convulse rapidly around his cock, Lisa's body twitching at the unexpected orgasm that washed over her senses.

Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks as she considered how evil the prince is; just the thought of him killing his own child terrifies her—for the most part, because it is still inside of her.

However, Jungkook isn't done; he didn't stopped his thrust.

Only deepening it further, to which Lisa couldn't help but scream due to the slight stimulation she was experiencing.

His free hand made it's way to her clit, causing her legs to tremble as he rubbed it furiously.

She shakes her head to get him to stop, opting to let her body fall away from his arms, but his grip on her other leg was too strong, forcing her to stay still on her weakening single foot.

"Is my little sister's leg tired?" he chuckled at her failed attempt to speak, his cock stilling deep inside her as a gush of warm liquid filled her tummy.

Sighing against her nape, he leaned in to her cheek once more, his tongue protruding to lick off her tears—tasting the sweet salty remnants of her cries.

Her body shuddered at the warm contact of his tongue, leaving trails of wetness against the flesh of her supple cheek. He murmured something.

"Then lie on the fucking ground, we're not done yet."

Lisa didn't had time to complain, a loud yelp came from her quivering lips.

He roughly pulled on her hair, shoving her entire body to the ground.

Putting the heavy weight of his boot on her stomach, Lisa writhe beneath his foot—only for him to press it hard, pinning her down the floor as she cried in agony.

"This," he punctuates with a light tap on her abdomen, "isn't it such a waste not to fill up?" he raises an eyebrow, as if he was still waiting for her to respond despite the situation she was in. utterly powerless.

"If you're not going to let me use this, then I should just...," he pressed his sole further into into her flesh, to which her wince in pain.

Lisa wrapped both of her hands around his ankle in an attempt to push it away, but it was useless.

"It hurts, brother, please stop! i..i"

"hm?" Jungkook hummed, tilting his head, a taunting smirk on his lips.

"I-I'll carry your child," Lisa mumbled quietly, her hesitation almost audible in her voice.

Her pleading eyes, glistening with building up tears, met his wicked pairs, filled with contentment from her response.

Jungkook wasted no time in hovering over her small frame, forcing Lisa on all fours akin to a bitch waiting to be filled up in their heat.

The scent of their mixed sweat permeated the air, Jungkook used her cunt until the darkness enveloped the room.

The sunlight no longer illuminating the stain of tears on her face, replaced with the moonlight that glimmers her teary eyes.

Cries of both pain and pleasure resonating through the room, despite of it—lewd squelching noises and grunts was all she could hear.

She was pleading for him to stop after she'd already came countless of times, but it was unheard.

His relentless thrust never slowed down, overstimulating her until the last drip of his cum.

Jungkook couldn't help himself, Lisa's desperate whimpers only urged him more further to dwell into her sinfulness.

Desire wouldn't stop rushing through his cock, it astirs him to hear her continues cries of apologies and pleading.

Vigorous thrust continued to kiss her cervix, where he knows it must hurt with the intent of bruising her walls until it bleeds.

His maniacal laugh only frighten her more, letting the tiny droplets of blood drip on the floor alongside with the mess of her own.

Her pussy, so swollen and sensitive, even a light touch would already caused pain to it.

The sliding in and out of his cock was too much, feeding him the twisted reveries of his.

Jungkook would pressed his palm against the bulge of her abdomen telling Lisa how deep he is inside of her.

She could only whine in response as his unforgiving thrust keep forcing the orgasm out of her.

Jungkook could've stop hours ago, but he couldn't find the impulse to do so.

Her blisteringly cunt gripped him so tightly that it felt too good to stop. So heavenly, like his cock was meant to be buried deep wihin her warm cavern.

He enjoys forcing out her orgasms despite of her realising countless of times. Her walls would violently pulse around him, mirroring the violent twitches of her body beneath him.

He thought it was adorable. Every time he could sense her try to squirm away, he'd always startle her with a sudden thrust then he'd taunt her with words like "one more" only for him to end up doing it more than once.

While pounding into Lisa, Jungkook noticed the painting lying on the ground in the same condition as her.

He glanced at her painting with fondness in his eyes; it reminds him of her, fascinating and filled with innocence.

The bird she painted resembled her reflection, while its feathers are white—she wears the facade of an angel, but it attracts the devil within him.

Lisa was like a bird who enjoys the freedom to fly across the world, humming with enthusiasm. Birds have wings, so does she.

Jungkook doesn't mind if birds would scatter in the yard, but if they fly into the sky, he won't hesitate to shoot them with his pointed arrows because it pleases him to be able to take their freedom.

Just like her, he couldn't help but torn her wings apart so she wouldn't be able to leave him and depart.

The painting, on the other hand, appears to be ruined now though—it had stained her white dress, resembling him tainting her, while the painting embodies her ruined state.

But he'd still like to pin her against the wall like a piece of art, and lither beautiful marks into her neck as if he were an artist and she was his canvas.

"c-cant.. no more pl..ease" Lisa's broken words woke Jungkook up from the depth of his thoughts.

Her entire front lay limp on the cold floor, her face resting on it as well.

Her voice had become sore from the constant begging and cries, Jungkook felt a pang of sympathy as he finally drew away from her body.

When he flipped her onto her back, he was met with her exhausted face, her eyes threatening to close due to how swollen and tired she was from crying.

Drool and tear stains remained on her face, and hairs stuck everywhere—she is a complete mess.

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(a/n: this story is coming to an end. Just 1 chapter more.)