Wild Shadows of Forbidden Kin
Links for your pleasure: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Jump to Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Salt-Kissed Whispers on the Yacht Deck
The Mediterranean sun dipped low, painting the yacht’s polished teak deck in fiery golds and bruised purples. Aria leaned against the railing, her silk dress clinging to sweat-damp skin like a lover’s desperate grasp. Salt spray misted her lips, tasting sharp and alive, while the diesel hum of engines vibrated through her bare feet. Lukas stood behind her, his broad hands—callused from god-knows-what secret adventures—sliding up her thighs, bunching the fabric higher.
“Feel that breeze, Aria? It’s wild out here,” he murmured, breath hot against her ear, carrying the faint tang of aged whiskey. His fingers teased the edge of her lace panties, dipping just enough to make her gasp. She arched back, pressing her ass into his hardening bulge, the friction sending sparks up her spine. The party below deck thrummed with laughter and clinking glasses, oblivious to their shadowed corner.
He spun her around, crashing his mouth to hers in a kiss that bruised, tongues battling like storms at sea. Her nails raked his chest through the thin linen shirt, popping buttons. Lukas growled low, shoving her dress up fully now, exposing her to the cooling air. His cock strained against his trousers, thick and insistent as he ground it against her slick heat. “You’re soaked already. Such a naughty girl at my family’s gala.”
Aria moaned, tasting salt and him, her hands fumbling his zipper. She stroked his length—velvety steel pulsing in her palm—pumping slow then fast, thumb circling the slick tip. He hoisted her onto the railing, the metal cool against her ass cheeks spreading wide. No words now, just the slap of waves and her whimpers as he thrust in raw, bare, stretching her pussy with that wild girth. Each pound rocked her forward, the drop to ocean below adding dizzy thrill. She clenched around him, milking, her clit throbbing against his pubic bone.
Cum hit her walls hot and thick as he roared, biting her shoulder. She shattered after, juices dripping down her thighs, mixing with sea mist. They slumped together, panting, his seed leaking out in lazy trails. “Family’s waiting below,” he chuckled, wiping her clean with his shirttail. “Elena will love you. Freya… she’s a wild one herself.”
Aria straightened her dress, heart still hammering. Little did she know how wild the night would turn.
Chapter 2: Storm Clouds Over Champagne Flutes
Descending to the main salon, crystal chandeliers swayed gently, casting fractured light on velvet banquettes. The air reeked of caviar, perfume, and underlying tension—like ozone before thunder. Elena, the silver-haired diplomat with curves that defied her sixty years, held court in a crimson gown, her laugh booming. Freya, her spitting image but two decades younger, prowled in black leather pants and a sheer top, green eyes flashing like emeralds in firelight.
Lukas pulled Aria into the circle, arm possessive around her waist. “Meet Aria, my firecracker,” he announced. Elena’s gaze appraised her, lips curving sly. “Darling, she’s exquisite. Join us—Freya was just regaling us with her latest escapade.”
Freya smirked, swirling champagne, bubbles fizzing like her temper. “Escapade? Mama, call it what it is: exposing bullshit. Some hacker tried digging into Lukas’s feeds, posting threats. Cops swarmed like flies on shit.”
Elena shot her a glare, voice silk over steel. “Freya, enough. Not here.” But Freya leaned in, breath wine-sweet on Aria’s face. “Wild, isn’t it? My brother’s got enemies. Royal ones.” The word hung, tantalizing.
Argument escalated fast. Glasses clinked harder, voices rising over the jazz quartet’s sax wail. Freya accused Elena of hiding scandals; Lukas mediated, his hand squeezing Aria’s thigh under the table, fingers tracing circles that made her squirm, pussy clenching anew. The scent of arousal mixed with spilled champagne—tart and heady.
Aria felt the shift, the family’s undercurrents pulling her in. When Freya stormed to the bar, Lukas whispered, “She’s jealous. Always has been. But tonight… let’s make it wild.” His fingers slipped inside her, knuckle-deep, pumping discreetly as Elena watched, eyes darkening with something primal. Aria bit her lip, stifling a cry, the touch electric amid the fury.
Fractured Loyalties
Later, on the aft lounge under stars, Freya cornered Aria alone. Moonlight silvered her pale skin, nipples hard points through fabric. “You think you can handle him? Lukas is wilder than you know.” Her hand grazed Aria’s breast, thumb flicking nipple. Shock melted to heat; Aria didn’t pull away. Freya’s kiss was fierce, tongue invading, tasting of rebellion and berries.
They broke apart at footsteps. Lukas appeared, grin feral. “Sisters sharing secrets?” No anger, just hunger. The trio tangled then—hands roaming, clothes shedding in the humid night. Freya’s mouth on Aria’s cunt, lapping sloppy and voracious, while Lukas fucked Freya from behind, grunts echoing. Aria tasted salt sweat on Freya’s skin, wild abandon crashing like waves. Climaxes ripped through them, bodies slick, scents mingling: musk, sea, sin. 🔥
Chapter 3: Veils Lifted in Moonlit Confessions
The yacht anchored in a hidden cove, waves lapping hull like eager tongues. Aria woke sandwiched between Lukas and Freya in the master stateroom, sheets tangled, air thick with dried cum and jasmine oil. Elena knocked softly, entering with a tray—fresh figs, honey-drizzled yogurt, her robe gaping to reveal heavy breasts veined blue.
“We must talk,” she said, voice husky from whatever demons chased her sleep. They sat cross-legged on the king bed, naked forms glowing in lantern light. Fruit juices stained lips sticky; fingers fed each other, lingering touches building tension.
Elena sighed, tracing Lukas’s jaw. “Freya’s right—threats aren’t random. Frederik, that grasping fool from the fringes of our bloodline, stirs shit again.” Aria listened, mesmerized by Elena’s fingers now dipping into honey, offering it to her mouth. Sweetness burst, followed by Elena’s thumb sucked clean.
Lukas took over, voice low rumble. “Long story short: I’m no ordinary bastard. My bio-mum? Crown royalty. Secret birth, smuggled to Elena here.” He gestured; Elena nodded, eyes misty. “Raised me as her own. Better than blood.”
Freya snorted. “Half-brother by daddy dearest, but mama’s pet project. Wild how Sweden’s throne hides its dirtiest laundry.” Her hand slid between Aria’s thighs, parting folds, two fingers plunging in easy from earlier wetness. “And you, outsider slut, get to fuck a prince.”
Aria’s protest died in a moan. Revelations swirled with pleasure—Elena’s tongue on her neck, Lukas’s cock sliding into Freya’s ass beside them, grunts and slaps filling the cabin. Aria came hard on Freya’s hand, squirting messily, tasting her own release when Freya kissed her deep. Wild didn’t cover it; this was feral kinship unleashed.
NDAs be damned—trust sealed in fluids, not paper.
Chapter 4: Depths of the Cove’s Embrace 💋
Dawn broke turquoise over the cove. They dove naked into cool waters, bodies cutting silk-smooth surface. Aria surfaced gasping, Lukas hauling her close, his erection bobbing insistent. Freya watched from the inflatable raft, legs spread, fingering herself lazily, moans drifting on breeze.
“Swim to me,” Elena called from shore, her voluptuous form lounging on towels, oiled skin gleaming. Lukas obliged, towing Aria through buoyant strokes. Underwater, he fingered her, bubbles escaping her cries. Breaking surface, they crawled ashore, collapsing at Elena’s feet.
Elena straddled Aria’s face first, her mature pussy—plump lips, musky dew—grinding down. Aria lapped hungrily, tongue delving folds, sucking clit like ripe fruit. Salt water and nectar blended on her tongue. Lukas mounted Elena from behind, his thick shaft pistoning her ass, cheeks rippling with each thrust. Freya joined, scissoring against Aria’s thigh, clits kissing through friction.
“Fuck, that’s wild,” Freya panted, pinching Aria’s nipples hard enough to bruise. Pleasure-pain spiked; Aria bucked, Elena’s thighs clamping her head as orgasm flooded her mouth, tangy and copious. Lukas pulled out, spraying ropes across all their faces—hot, sticky veils. They licked clean, laughing breathless, bonds forged in depravity.
Jealous Flames Rekindled
Afternoon brought speedboat ride, wind whipping hair wild. Freya piloted reckless-fast, Lukas fucking Aria doggy over the seat, her tits bouncing to engine roar. Spray lashed their coupling, heightening every slide of his cock in her gripping cunt. Freya glanced back, jealous spark igniting. She beached hard, demanding her turn—Lukas pounding her throat while Aria ate her out, fingers in both holes. Elena filmed discreetly, her own hand buried deep, whispering encouragements. Climaxes chained: Freya first, gagging cum down; Aria next, fisting herself to squirt; Lukas last, flooding Elena’s waiting cleavage.
Back on yacht, exhaustion mingled with affection—towels, massages, whispered vulnerabilities. Aria confessed fears of entanglement; Lukas soothed with tender kisses turning filthy again.
Chapter 5: Royal Rhythms in the Galley Inferno
Night fell, galley lights low and steamy from simmering paella—garlic, saffron, seafood tang heavy. Freya chopped herbs furious, knife flashes mirroring her mood. “Frederik’s minions hacked my shit too. Blames Lukas for stealing his phantom crown.”
Lukas shrugged into her, hands cupping tits roughly. “Jealous cunt. But we fight fire with…” He ripped her pants down, bending her over counter. Cock slammed home, no prep, her yelp turning moan. Aria watched, pulse racing, dipping fingers into her own slickness.
Elena poured wine red as blood, offering glasses mid-thrust. “To secrets that bind.” Sip turned spill; Lukas licked droplets from Freya’s back, then Aria’s neck as she joined, sandwiching Freya—strapon from drawer plunging the other end while Lukas reamed pussy.
Chaos reigned: pots clattering, bodies slick with sweat and sauces. Aria tasted shrimp off Elena’s nipple, sucking hard; Freya fisted Elena’s cunt wide, knuckles deep in gushes. Lukas rotated, fucking asses round-robin—tight rings yielding to his girth, balls slapping wet.
“God, this family’s wild,” Aria gasped, double-penetrated by Lukas and Freya’s fingers, walls stretching obscene. Orgasms exploded in waves: Freya squirting across tile, Elena howling fist-deep, Lukas painting Aria’s womb white-hot. They collapsed amid spills, laughing through aftershocks, flavors of sea and sex on tongues.
Echoes of the Past
Flashback rippled: Aria recalled her own fractured family, parallels stinging sweet. Shared pain fueled another round—gentler now, Lukas cradling her as he entered slow, eyes locked, whispering royal confessions. Freya and Elena tribbed beside, moans harmonizing.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Tender Reckoning 🔥
Morning light filtered through portholes, yacht motoring homeward. Bodies entwined in heap on deck cushions, bruises blooming purple on skin like love bites from gods. Aria stirred first, Lukas’s head pillowed on her belly, cock semi-hard against thigh. Freya snored softly, Elena’s arm draped possessively.
Stretching achey delicious, Aria slipped to fetch coffee—rich roast steaming, mingled with ocean brine. They sipped slow, naked forms warmed by rising sun. “That hacker? Frederik’s play,” Lukas admitted. “Wants my regent spot if shit hits throne fan.”
Elena nodded, tracing scars on Lukas’s back—old, from wild youth scrapes. “But we’re ironclad. You, Aria, complete us.” Freya smirked, pulling her into lap. “Stay. Be our wild queen.”
No NDAs needed; vows sealed in flesh. Tentative kisses built to frenzy: Aria riding Lukas reverse, ass presented to Freya’s tongue rimming deep. Elena straddled his face, grinding to slick oblivion. Positions blurred—double blowjobs sloppy wet, pussy-eating chains, anal trains relentless.
Aria’s final climax crested wild, vision whiting as she gushed over Lukas, his seed jetting up her channel. Freya fisted her post-orgasm, provoking aftershocks; Elena milked Lukas dry with tits enveloping shaft.
As yacht neared port, they dressed languid, exchanging numbers, promises. Aria stepped ashore legs trembling, pussy tender-throbbing. Glancing back, their waves held heat unspoken.
Weeks later, invites arrived: Swedish solstice bash. Aria grinned, packing lingerie, ready for more wild shadows. Family—or whatever this was—called.
The engine faded to harbor hush, but desires echoed eternal.
