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"I found her, once. In the woods."
Still with his back turned to him, Victarion stood, plainly getting enraged once again.
"She was washing her clothing in the river. Alone."
His brother's wife had been a fine woman, slender, with black hair and deer eyes. She'd got rounded teats which filled well Euron's hands, long legs, a narrow arse that yelled for him to stuff it.
At present time, Euron could see his brother, now turned to face him, but still far. His fists were closed, tightening.
He wanted just to tell him.
"I had her right there. She screamed and squirmed wildly under me, but in the end I fucked her just the same."
Victarion glared at him, his chest rising and sinking. Euron went on with his tale.
"That was the first time. Days later I caught her around the castle, followed her until we could have a chat in private. Oh, she was terrified of me."
She had been. Victarion, for his part, was visibly fuming.
"I gave her a choice, then. She could either sleep with me, or I'd tell her husband how much of a whore she had been during your absence. She feared me, sure. But she feared your rage more, brother. She took the wise choice, of course."
Euron smiled, remembering.
"But you will want to know how it was. The first time, it was fast. I pushed her face into the dirt and myself over her. I shoved my cock into her and she howled, a noisy fuck she was, but it felt good, warm. She was yours, but I claimed her as mine. I left her, that time in the woods, bleeding and wailing. She was pretty, your wife. She looked better, like that, I found, hurt, broken, her cunt torn with my seed as filling."
Victarion went forward, in some angered spur, quickly halting himself. Closer to him anyway.
"The next time, she let me into her chamber. I had her in your bed, your bloody marital bed, brother, guess it was cold for her without a man. She spread her legs for me and I plowed her. She shook like mad and cried and refused to let me kiss her, but I enjoyed her hole anyhow."
Euron kept his smile, noting the want for murder in his brother's eyes.
"It went easier, later on, you know. She gave in to my wishes and started to get her own fun, then. She let me own her body as much as I wanted. She could suck my cock, down in her knees, then ride me good until she'd tighten around my dick in bloody bliss, and squeeze my every drop into her womb. I wager she had my babe inside her, already, at that point, if not, it'd be soon. And she moaned so nicely... Ha, I gave her what you could not, Vic, a son, pleasure."
A grimace of hatred appeared on Euron's brother's face, undisguised. Yet he kept himself in stubborn silence.
"It was as I told you, brother. She did came to my bed of her own volition. And her sweet cunt wetted itself just at the sight of me. Was she dry, with you, Victarion...? I bet she was. You had no means to give her what I would. She loved it, as women do. My tongue, my fingers. My cock, she couldn't have enough. You couldn't count the many times I made her squirm in ecstasy. A shame you had to come back home to ruin every fucking thing."
It had been no shame. He didn't care at all about the woman.
When he had told Victarion, after his arrival, his brother had jumped to his neck after Euron's words. Three or four men plucked Vic from over him, and Euron got left on the ground, laughing in the sand as his younger brother went away, to confront and beat his wife to her death.
Now, Victarion only stared. His ragged breath was there, in any case, proving he was anything but calm.
Euron grinned. The only good thing in having his brother around was this, to poke fun at him, yank his hatred out of him, push him to his limits whether he wanted that or not.
And Euron's mind was devious good at that.
He let their silence to go on for a moment more, before striking again.
"How do you think our good niece Asha's cunt tastes, brother...?"
The suddenness of his words brought confusion in Victarion's face, brow furrowed.
"I wouldn't mind finding out."
Asha Greyjoy had fled from the Iron Islands the moment Euron had been chosen King. A wise move. Little Asha had never been the stupid kind.
"I know what your wife's tasted like, but, our niece? I wonder. I'd like to, spread her well and get myself a good lick."
Victarion glared, puzzled. Euron felt the malice in his own smirk. A good lick. Sure.
"Who am I trying to fool, I'd force her into having me, if I got her. I'd pound her fuckhole while I'd bite her teats, I'd spank her bloody, I'd fuck her mouth and her arse and make her feed with my seed only. Until she'd become obedient, and beyond."
In there, Vic got red in the face, even more, a vein in his forehead growing big.
"Such insolence, she never knew how to treat her elders -her betters-, you'll agree. I'd gladly be the one to teach her her place. Oh, but she didn't wait for me, what a pity. I could have shared her, you know. If you were good."
His brother's evident discomfort was there, plain as day, hilarious. Still swallowing his anger, the big man stood, shifting some in place, as Euron kept playing with his words and tongue.
"I could let you have her yourself, after my coronation, don't tell me I'm no generous. And you wouldn't say no to your King in that, would you not."
No man in the Iron Islands would turn down a tumble with the Kraken's daughter. Not even her idiot uncle.
"You, me, and little Asha, brother. What a lovely evening we'd get ourselves. Just picture it. I'd let you do her mouth, that fucking pesky mouth of hers, I wager she can use it well. I'd be in her rear, stuffing one of her warm holes. How good that'd be, Vic, the two of us with her, at once."
Victarion went to look away, still indignation painting red his face, but Euron could see the shame starting to show there too.
"You are fucking terrible."
He lastly blurted out his voice at him, black eyes avoiding his stare.
Uh, but was he sickened, by the idea that Euron had placed in his brains...? Nonsense. It was a beautiful thought, the two brothers, bonding together while fucking the girl into submission.
"Am I...? You can admit it, you'd like to see what's under her jerkin, and under her bloody breeches. How good she'd feel around you. No one would blame you, brother. Our good Asha is quite enticing, isn't she, such the spitfire. Balon with teats, they say. She's got a lot of Balon in her, indeed, a bit of Alannys too. Heh. I wouldn't mind shattering her father's side from her hard with my cock."
Again silent, Victarion looked at him, eyes big in disgust and reproach.
"Don't give me that face. I'd fuck many but not our dear brother, hell, his wife was brave enough to have bedded him at least those four times."
He had thought of it, though, years ago, a fleeting desire. His brother kept down to his knees before Euron would dominate him, completely, in any way he wanted. Before he'd killed him.
But Balon was bones, now, and Asha was flesh.
"I'd want not the Kraken. I do want the Kraken's Daughter."
He gave Victarion a naughty smile. In return, he received hostility, revulsion.
"You shall never have her."
Well, that was likely right. A saddening fact.
Only toying with his little brother would brighten his mood, now.
"True, I won't. A big shame I had her not when I got my chance."
He fixed his eye on Vic's, mean, forcing him into giving him all his interest.
"When she was little."
"I always wanted to have a sister. A little sister. And you know how that went, our mother popped out boy after boy, after boy. How twisted is fate sometimes, the only time Father managed to knock up a girl into a woman, and the two of them just bloody died. It's both sick and fun if you ask me."
But having five brothers -or six, counting when Harlon was alive yet-, well. It was too much for his liking.
"Balon had a couple boys himself too, before the girl. He himself told me, how queer it was, having a girly thing around when all of us had grown between a bunch of boys only. She was such a bother, little Asha, rowdy and needy of our attention all the time, you do recall. A lovely sort of bother, aside from that grating fucking voice of hers and her fixation at kicking at our shins."
Oh, he had wanted to straight murder her, at times. Shove her little frame to a water-filled basin and end her sounds. A screaming child and his headache after a night of drinking never were a good pairing, after all.
"She was fond of hopping to our laps and hugging us, like a good girl too, she liked well her nuncles after all. When she wasn't yanking at my hair or trying to see under my eyepatch, the little shit. She was annoying as fuck, but once in a while I'd say I liked her around. Why not. She was my blood, after all."
Victarion inhaled, in front of him, a noisy way. The quiet hatred was returned to his eyes, Euron noted. Well. In spite of his brother's genuine foolishness, it seemed that Vic was guessing the way the tale was about to go.
Ha. Or maybe not.
"I started to eye her, at some point, the sorta baby sister I never had. She was a fine-looking kid, in a tough sort of way, with her dark eyes and hair. Uh, a shame she had the nose some of you got."
Victarion only grunted at that, as he would have done years ago.
"And skinny, she was too much skinny. As you know, I like my women with some teats and arse. And some hair between the legs."
He paused, only a second, to take amusement at Victarion's silent grimace.
"But for darling Asha I was ready to make an exception. She was Balon's girl. I wanted her. I wanted to have her."
"You're talking of a child!"
The outrage on Vic's face was some sight to see.
"I waited for her, you know. To grow up, turn a woman. Well. I did. For a couple years. I admit it wasn't enough time. But I had made my decision, and I only needed to find my chance. Get closer. Become a good nuncle for my sweet niece, and get in return all I wanted. I was gonna teach her a game no one ever had played with her yet. And I was gonna make it really fun."
How old the girl had been, at the time, he asked himself. Young, still unflowered. He didn't care about counting her namedays, it was a small counting. Small, as herself.
"Balon's older boys were sometimes here, too, I remember, those days. They were Aeri's age. But I never minded them much. They were rude and dull, they did damn nothing for me. Baby Asha, for her part... I came to fancy it, so small she was, so warm and tight her little holes were to be. She hadn't even sprouted teats, flat as a plank she was. And there was aswell Balon's younger spawn, now I recall. Little Theon, with the big eyes and the pouty mouth. He had to be even smaller. Only for me, brother. They both deserved the attentions of their grand uncle."
Mortification took over Victarion's expression, as was to be expected. The lame thing was, he already knew how the story ended without the need for Euron to reveal it.
"I was wrong choosing to await for Asha getting a wee bit less young. Indeed. Aeron started to stalk my way along the girl and boy, at some point, he had to catch me staring, or maybe it was the way I let my hand stay over my nephews what gave me away. Whatever it was, he was always there when the rest had left, and before I could kick his arse into leaving me be, Balon called me to have a word with me. He commanded me to stay away from his offspring, or get treated like some common raper, the fucking cretin. Bloody Aeron had ratted me out, somehow, I guess he told our brother that I had been with kids before. Not about the things I made him do, not that, he was just too craven for just spilling his own beans. But it fucked up my plans anyway, so I only could enjoy our little niece from the distance. Ha. Like the rest of men in the Isles, are you not."
Damn, he had wanted to do something, at that point. Fling Balon down the window of the room they were, take Aeri with him into sailing, push him to the sea at the first chance. Instead, he did nothing.
It wasn't the right time.
It went on. Euron wallowed in Victarion's revulsion, ha, was he livid now. Again red in the face, Euron chose to tease him further, hinting some more about the things he could have done to Balon's kids.
Then, Euron stopped speaking, and he noted his brother wasn't looking at him any longer. There was something else in Vic's expression, something amusing.
Euron stared, and smiled.
A very long moment.
Clearly uneasy, plenty of upset, Victarion went back to gaze at him, black eyes accusing.
Euron smiled some more.
"You can ask me."
No, he wouldn't dare.
"Speak your mind already, brother."
Victarion only glared, resentful, flailing in his frustration. Euron could see through him, with damn ease.
"Ah, I'll just say it for you. You think I am a gross bastard, a deviant, but you still want to know it. What about you, right? Would I ever... bed you?"
The eyes of his brother went wide, filled with loathing. He ground his teeth, too, in a hilarious way.
"Well, what can I say? If it were anyone other than you asking, you know. I'd deny it to the very end. I mean..."
Euron smiled and tried to gesture with his arms, well, look at you, only finding annoyance in himself. He halted. It was better to play with words, anyway, always.
"You are a man. And my brother to top it all."
Vic shook some more, and Euron laughed inwardly. Was he bothered because he couldn't kill him, or because he wanted to be fucked...? Oh, who knows.
"My big, little brother."
Euron's smile filled itself with teeth and mischief.
"Of course I've thought about it."
Fucking Victarion said nothing, only seethed and clenched his teeth, big muscles all tensed and willing to beat him to some sweet, slightly painful death.
"You are after all my favourite brother."
Haha. Victarion fumed some more.
"Why wouldn't I want to spend some time with you...?"
And he looked good like that, Euron minded nothing in admitting it to himself. So angry, large, murderous.
He was no hideous man, lil Vic. In a small way, he reminded Euron of himself. His brother hadn't been as lucky as he was, in his looks, but he still retained some rude appealing, something pleasant to both the eye and the cock. In contrast to the dull personality, of course.
"I find that the question should be, would you let me...?"
But what he was, his brother, but obedient to his elders. Happy to comply with commands, from Father, Balon, himself.
Right, he wouldn't say no to a submissive Victarion, either.
"You wouldn't have a choice, in times, if I truly wanted it, Vic."
He grinned, exultant. The thought was good, Victarion's reaction was better.
It delighted him.
"You are so dumb I could have told you anything and you'll be in my bed, naked, in bloody all fours without even knowing. Sad, but it's true. You are just that slow. At some point of it you would put it together, I assume, you'd wonder why would I be tickling your throat with my cock or ballsdeep up your arse. It'd be a wee bit late."
Vic hated being called the idiot he was, it only managed to anger him further. He acted, then, hawking at him on impulse. Euron simply wiped the spit off himself and kept the grin.
"I had my thoughts about it, brother, a little or many times. When we were young, or not that long ago. It pleased me, you know, that meek side of you you got for Balon and, as it happens, for me, too."
Like a sheep. But that wasn't entirely bad, was it...?
"Quite the good little brother. Always ready to serve."
He ogled Vic a lewd way, making the point. Making him uncomfortable, even more, as it was intended.
"You wanted the truth, now hear it. There had been nights I wouldn't object to sharing my bed with you, no lie. I'd trick you, order you around, tie you up, convince you. I'd fucking have you."
"You will shut up."
Ha, no way. He was far from done.
"I would get you under me, brother, where you belong. I would do you hard, as no woman ever had. Plow you. Fill you."
His pristine smile contrasted with his brother's open rage. Evident now, Victarion fought shaky against the urge to hit him, and it showed.
"I would make you only mine."
"You will shut up at once...!"
"But Vic... I chose not to. Don't you see...?"
He pouted, playful. Victarion's confusion appeared a second in him, there, for Euron to read and enjoy.
His brother's reactions were tasty, like nothing he had savoured in a long time now. He had to relish them well.
Slow, he went back to mouth some more words.
"I wanted to have you, sure."
He locked his eye in Victarion's, intently.
"But... because of your wife..."
He licked his lips, lustfully, as if remembering. But he did picture her, beautiful, Victarion's. Deliciously forbidden.
"I knew it would hurt you more if I'd fuck her instead, Victarion."
And Victarion bloody snapped, at that.
Euron's body had hit the ground. The back of his head throbbed and hurt, in some obnoxious way.
In the blink of an eye, Victarion had jumped aggressive over him, sending him to the floor, and only now Euron was starting to become aware of what had happened.
Victarion was forcing him to stay down, with his hands and the heaviness of his weight.
"ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!"
Vic slurred his anger in Euron's face, loud, breathy, those uneven teeth immediately bared. Euron found the grimace, on his own face, after the unwelcome fucking shout.
Swiftly, one of Victarion's huge forearms was against his throat, squishing a bruising way. He tore at his hair, too, in his fury, as he grunted annoying.
It was difficult, to breathe. He scraped at Vic's arm, tried to clasp it away, but Victarion didn't relent.
Frustrated, he found he hated more having a stump for an arm than the pain that surrounded him.
That face was much close, now, he had to see.
Euron acknowledged it, then, the intent in his brother's eyes. The willing violence, in his doings. Hell, the fucker had even gotten himself hard, through his aggression. It only could mean one thing.
He's going to kill me.
Victarion was to rip him open, with his bare hands only. The thought made him shudder a little, perhaps in anticipation.
He had seen it, before, for sure. His little brother, beating someone to a bloody pulp in some fit of rage, goreing with just his fists. Euron had laughed, once, seeing that. But for certain he hadn't wanted it for himself. Before.
It wasn't a good way to die. But the moment that hand would be finally back in his neck to break it and get done with it all, it'd be fine. It'd be worth it.
Euron felt it, anyways, the agitation in his mind. The apprehension, as he waited for the pain to come. As he thought about it. He had to picture it, those fists, shattering his bones, those fingers, prying open his flesh. Shit. All those years pestering his damn brother, and this was gonna be the result.
But pain was there, though, already. His scalp did hurt a generous deal. And the pressure on his throat was oppressive, nagging. It made thinking a difficult task, his breathing straining at times.
He had to notice it, then.
The way Victarion was pressing himself against him. Emphatic, forcefully. His weight, it kept him down. His erection stabbed stiff at Euron's crotch.
It wasn't hard to figure out what was really going on. To accept it, that was harder.
It still stung, he found, the graze of Victarion's claws upon his flesh, past the torn fabric of his breeches. His nose throbbed, as well, a wee line of red coming from it, after the moment Vic had stomped it with his bloody elbow, compelling Euron to stillness. Focused on something else, he paid no mind to any of it.
As good as against him, his brother stroked his own cock, firm, steady.
Euron couldn't look away.
He had mocked him, all those times, because of it. Big Vic has everything big in him, but where it matters the most. For whatever reason, that seemed to enrage him, hurt him a tasty way. It was plenty of amusing.
No wonder you cannot satisfy a woman.
It was a lie, it always had been. Vic's cock was fine, average if anything. It did seem short, attached to that body of his, massive all over. But that was all.
Euron had been well aware of it, since always. As his brother, he had seen Vic disrobed many times, in all states of hardness, in fact. Just nude, jerking off, fucking. He had been the one to give him his first woman, years ago, and stood there to make sure he screwed her to completion. He could be fucking a woman, in a raid, while gazing at Victarion fucking his own, not much further, blue eye fixed in how little brother pistoned that hole with that dick of his.
He was average, not big. Sure. Yet his cock was fairly thick, like the man himself. His girth was anything but little, it filled well Victarion's large hand, he couldn't avoid observing.
Fuck.
He had laughed at Vic's prick so many times. Now he wasn't laughing.
Quick, Victarion was atop him, both Euron's ankles trapped in a cross against his chest, by one of those hands, while his neck was yet again being grasped, forcing him down.
Eye unblinking, he saw. Vic's rod, aiming itself, pushing down on Euron's flesh.
He had kicked him, before. He had hit him, he had clawed at his body and face, eager to scrape one of those black eyes out if he had the chance, just to shove Victarion away. His brother had punched him to the ground, in response. But it was the sick jerk he had given to Euron's maiming what had made him give up.
The fucked up pain had caused him to cry out, lights behind his eyes. Bitter and hurt, he let the bastard paw at him.
And now, he was about to shred him into a different world of pain.
The tip of that cock rested against his arse, and Vic breathed impatient near his face.
Euron was clad in old and newer sweat, covered in his own filth. Ill, disgusting. It was gonna scrape Victarion, and badly. But his brainless brother clearly wasn't minding any of that. He was bent on bloody doing it, anyway. Euron found himself shuddering against Vic's hands, arms, legs that met him in places.
He couldn't help it, his gaze on the cock about to ruin him. It was damning thick.
Vic shifted, positioning himself.
Fucking idiot, he wasn't even going to put fingers in him before. What in hells' name.
The fidgeting in his mind took over.
"Wait!"
His shout choked in his throat, as Victarion thrust forward, unmerciful.
Thrust after brutal thrust, his brother shoved his cock in, forced his way inside until he was well sheathed. Euron shrieked, at that, dragged by the imposed bloody pain. Then, unthinking, he tried to push Victarion from him, with both his arms. He screamed anew.
The lock made a metallic noise, somewhere beyond the door. Euron scarcely registered it.
"Lord Captain! Is everything all right--"
Victarion yelled in his fucking face, thunderous.
"FUCK OFF!!!"
The lad scurried away. At breakneck speed, Euron assumed, having not even seen him before the door got immediately slammed shut.
It could have made him laugh, at any other time of his life. The idea of his brother, in some dank cell, being caught with his dick halfway into another man's guts had to be hilarious, indeed.
Alas, Euron had no instant to waste in thinking about follies. If somehow Victarion had slid out of him, in his rage, he was now pushing back inside, stretching him wide open.
His brother grunted, an annoyed sort of loud grunt, that breath of his reaching him, warm. But it was Euron who was crying out, his the noise that filled the place, obnoxious, damn regrettably.
It was difficult to bear, that crap. Victarion pinned his shoulder down when Euron got to struggle, unmeant, and clawed at his snatched legs, compelling him to it. His arse, up to the air, even in that mess of a position, exposed to the onslaught, to be taken, at his brother's will.
And it stung, it fucking burnt as Victarion just went on.
Fucking little brother. What an animal he was.
"If you wanted to have me, brother, you only had to---!"
His noisy taunt got cut short by some rock-hard elbow smashing his jaw onto the ground.
"You will SHUT UP!"
Euron's twitching eye sought his brother's, until the black glare gazed back. There was no lust, in them. Only ire.
He saw the utter resent, in Vic's expression, the will to produce pain.
His face got crushed down, next, that sticky, large palm holding him the only thing he could see.
But Victarion's cock, oh, that he could feel. All the damned way.
The big bastard made a sound, as he kept himself going, a growl, or a groan at the sensation, or both.
It hurt him aswell, Euron thought, and both were aware. Only that Victarion cared fucking not.
It was dry, strenuous. Awful.
No more than the beginning.
His face was released, only for his legs to be seized. His brother splayed them, before Euron's knees were pushed to the ground. The thick cock reentered him, and his voice got loud, along. Euron cursed his own shivering, it sickened him. Around Vic's dick, against his hands forcing him in place.
The pain turned ugly, soon after. Under the brute of his brother, Euron's back arched, that moment, as he made himself to damn take it.
He was no stranger to it, in truth, the fact of being used this way by another man. There had been occasions, back in Essos.
Nights filled with song, wine, lovers, the touch of oil. So much wine numbing his mind. Euron could let go of his grasp on his own doings.
Bargainings, too, in which the only thing left to trade had been his own body.
A choice on surviving.
At present time, he had to face this. His harsh little brother, senselessly fucking him.
He could see, like that, for damn well sure Euron could feel it. The way Vic could slip out of him, just to slam his cock back in. A cock slick in Greyjoy blood, engorged too with Greyjoy blood.
And that, again, and again, and again, unrelenting.
His mess of a body rocked up and down, steadily pounded, while in his brother's hold. He groaned as Vic pushed deep, in unison with the noise of little brother's balls meeting his flesh.
How hard, how boring Victarion fucks, Euron thought.
He had to tell him.
I see why all your women preferred themselves to die.
Victarion punched a tooth out of him, for that. Next, one of those hands was in Euron's neck, about to squeeze.
He found himself smiling. A bleeding smile.
In his illness, he was miserable. In his crippled condition. In this situation he had been cornered to be, he was, hurt and shredded and with no saying in it, manhandled rough by the vengeful of his younger brother. He was fucking miserable, knowing his life was over.
But in this his misery, he would get something out of it, if he could, he decided, stubbornly perhaps.
He had wanted Victarion, all things considered, didn't he, at some point. Now he had him.
His remaining hand lowered itself, seeking.
He gave his own cock a good tug, before his arm got grasped away, leaving him with the start of an ache.
He had to insist.
Victarion squinted, up there, face contracted in disgust. He panted, anyways, making apparent the pleasure he was pulling out of him.
Euron slipped his hand down his stomach, as he had done now many times now. His hardened cock throbbed in his hand, for the short moment he could get himself a rub, before his brother took notice. Vic yanked his arm from between them and put it next to Euron's head. Frustration made him clench his hand into a fist, while in Victarion's hold.
But Victarion always went back to clasp at his spread legs, even when scolding him with no words every time Euron persisted in looking for some fun of his own. Euron let his now freed hand get up, to play with the dark long hair of his brother.
Pain still lingered, piercing inside of him, bruising in his face, in his thighs and neck where Victarion had taken his unkind hold of him. But the urge inside of him was there, making him gasp. Turned on, Euron wanted all of it. To be handled mean, to be fucked. To touch himself in a rush until he could spend himself, hot seed spilled between his brother and himself. Hells. He wanted his brother spilling hard, his seed deep inside of him.
It filled his nostrils, the smell of sweat and cum and blood, gross and diverting. He had to revel in it.
The next he knew he was squeezing his cock, thumb teasing his dripping dickhead, his arse filled so good, rhythmically as Vic did his thing.
Victarion looked fine, like that, he decided, grimacing by the hatred and the unwanted pleasure. Using him, hurting him.
Euron put his mangled arm in his brother's nape, to push him down towards him. He fancied a kiss, now, with biting and spit, and his brother choking him from the inside, for once, with that tongue of his shoved up to his throat.
Victarion yanked at his hair, driving Euron's head away, and sending him right into the unpitying ground.
Again, Euron smiled, from there, through the harm. He didn't mind, being refused by his brother. Once.
He wanted to insist.
Later, after many times being denied, both of some delight of his own and a mouth against his, Euron resigned himself. To be just a body to batter and use, to wish for release and get nothing instead. He accepted, finally, the bloody situation.
It felt a relief of sorts, when he let his limbs tangle, on Victarion's shoulders, around his hips, leading his brother against him. Encouraging him. Offering himself.
And Victarion didn't turn away, eyes closing, already retreating into his own pleasure.
The twisted embrace felt nice. In a messed up, sick sort of way.
As if Euron wasn't fond of those.
In the dark, he gave in to his own needs.
His hand was swift, fisting at his cock just the right way. Yet now, his bruised abdomen hurt aplenty, fissured ribs and all; it blended with the delight that his fingers found, a damn wicked way.
It felt fucking great.
His mind focused, on the pleasure, on the pain.
In the feeling of Victarion crushing him, giving him no choice. Taking it on him.
The feeling of little brother's good girth, wrecking his insides. His breath, on Euron's face, hot.
His black hair, brushing his face.
The mess of both their smells.
Vic's groans, first seething, then, the sound of them, as he got more and more into it. Um, that made Euron make some lewd sounds by himself.
Oh, but it felt quite fucking good.
Bold, he made himself go there, noisy as it was needed, and then some more.
With a cry, he made himself release, bloody hard. Breathless, he laid, still rejoicing in the remaining delight.
Victarion had beaten him, way long before now, punching Euron into the floor in his rage.
He hadn't fucked him. Oh, no, little brother never would. No matter how much, how messed up Euron could provoke him into action. Indeed not. Victarion wasn't one to do that.
And Euron felt lonely, now, sticky in his own seed and with no idiot brother to tease.
Well. Reality liked to disappoint him, lately. He was getting fast used to it.