She had seen him for the first time at her sister's wedding, and she had fallen in love with him at first sight.

On the wedding night, she experienced the first pangs of love and the first heartache of unrequited passion so deeply she felt she might lose herself. What she never could have imagined, however, was that on that very night, the groom—who should have been spending his wedding night with the bride—would instead rush into her bed. He claimed her with a primal ferocity, forcing her to swear a lifelong vow of total submission to him.

In the darkness of the room, she huddled on the bed, weeping silently, consumed by a bitter jealousy for the newlyweds in the next room.

Because both families were incredibly wealthy, the younger generation of both sides had booked their own rooms in the hotel owned by the groom's family to celebrate the festivities.

At this moment, she found herself wishing she could simply go home, to hide in her own room and nurse her wounds.

She loved her sister, but she could not bear the thought of being intimate with him—especially when the person he had married was her own sister! Oh, the heartache was unbearable; the mere thought of them entwined and making love in bed made her entire body tremble with envy.

Her tears flowed incessantly until the lights in the spacious room suddenly flared to life. Startled, she lifted her tear-filled eyes, wondering what was happening.

A deep, resonant voice, so masculine it would make any woman scream, spoke: "How pitiful. You've cried until your eyes are all red." A tall, well-built man stood beside the large bed, looking down at the petite figure curled up on the mattress.

She was so shocked she forgot to cry. "...Brother-in-law?" That wickedly handsome, strikingly beautiful face belonged to the man she had fallen for at first sight. But wasn't he supposed to be in the bridal suite with her sister?

"Ah! Mmm... Brother-in-law... don't... stop... ah—ah—ungh..." She struggled weakly against his wicked and passionate invasion. Her small face contorted in a mixture of sensation, letting out a series of cries that sounded like pleas for mercy but were, in truth, cries of arousal.

"You sound so lovely. Louder," he teased, his words a lewd provocation. "Let me see if you're wet yet."

"No—" Ashamed, she moved her delicate fingers to cover her damp core.

But he was faster, roughly prying her legs apart as his demonic hand reached directly for her most mysterious region. "Little liar," he chuckled huskily the moment he touched her soaking wet folds.

"Your heat is impossibly wet. You truly deserve a good punishment," he said in a dark, triumphant tone. He flicked her clitoris, parted her labia, and thrust his middle finger sharply into her tight entrance.

"Ah—no... mmm—" She felt her tight canal being pierced by something thick and long. The sensation was foreign yet electrifying, but the slight ache of her petals being stretched forced a moan from her lips.

"Does it feel painful, itchy, and wonderful all at once?" His finger pressed against the slick walls, performing a wanton yet rhythmic thrusting motion.

"Ugh..." Provoked by his words and touch, her will began to fray. Her desire rose unexpectedly. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back involuntarily as she began to moan. Warm juices flowed shamelessly from her, and she felt so excited she was on the verge of collapse—oh, it was so embarrassing! She felt so lewd; she didn't want to be like this, she truly didn't.

"Spread your legs a little wider," he commanded, his wicked finger continuing its relentless rhythm inside her wetness.

"Heaven help me—ah... mmm... Brother-in-law, please spare me..." She finally uttered the words of surrender. She could not stop his beastly advances; his thrusting brought her an incomparable sense of exquisite stimulation.

He let out a grunt and buried his head between her thighs, allowing his nimble tongue to crawl expertly over her soaking wet slit.

"Hngh—mmm... it tickles... ah—" Her mind was completely lost to passion, her breath coming in sexy, kitten-like gasps.

He licked and sucked at her clitoris with meticulous care, his tongue swirling and darting. As her lewd juices flowed into his mouth, he thrust his tongue deep inside, curling it to probe her depths, utterly claiming her flawless body.

"Your tongue... mmm... I... ah—it feels so good... ah..." She suddenly seemed to go mad with pleasure, moaning loudly as she surrendered to the sensation. She no longer cared about his actions; she was completely conquered, abandoning all shame to follow the waves of pleasure.

She could feel that his skill with his tongue had reached a state of perfection—she could almost entirely accept his relentless invasion...

Using his masterful technique, he continued to use both his lips and tongue to ravage her body, leaving her trembling uncontrollably from the sheer excitement.

His thick member moved in and out of her mouth, thrusting without mercy. The intensity was almost overwhelming, yet she could only submit to his whims, her small mouth bobbing up and down as she began to suck and swirl around him.

"So lewd. You're going to be the best little sex slave," he said with a satisfied smirk.

Once her core was thoroughly lubricated by her juices, he pushed his index finger in, then joined it with his middle finger to thrust wildly inside her.

She let out cries that wavered between pain and ecstasy, all while continuing to suck on his shaft. Suddenly, he withdrew from her mouth and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him and forcefully prying her jade-like legs apart.

"Baby, I'm going to ride you."

"Ah—mmm—" She could only let out a pained moan. His palm pressed firmly against her breast, his strength muffling her cries.

"Does it feel good?" he roared, his voice thick with passion. His thrusting accelerated, driving his cock hard into her tight honey pot.

"Brother-in-law—ugh... ah—ugh—ah..." Her screams only served to stoke the man's primal instincts.

"Endure it a little longer. I'm going to train you into a slut, one who begs me for more," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.

Her body, experiencing its first taste of passion, was being ruthlessly ravaged by the beast. Her hips and her most intimate parts throbbed with an unprecedented ache, but then... her body began to change. A nameless, indescribable pleasure began to ripple deep within her. As an unquenchable craving grew, her resisting screams transformed into breathless moans of desire.

"Starting to like it?" he laughed triumphantly. The hot rod inside her narrow canal suddenly increased its speed and force. He pressed her legs down hard, driving himself even deeper. "Mmm-ah!" She felt the next wave of climax approaching.

"Ah... wonderful!" he roared in a low, guttural voice, his thrusts becoming even more frantic and bold.

Almost simultaneously, they both shuddered. Their long-held tension finally broke, and he released his warm essence deep inside her.

"Enough... is it enough...?" Her legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, fell limp as she finally drifted back from the heights of passion.

"Not yet," the husky voice declared, signaling the next wave.

A moment later, her limp, delicate body was flipped over. His heavy palms cupped her snowy breasts, and his strong legs wrapped around her small hips as his burning desire surged into her flower without warning.

"No—mmm-ah—" The sudden impact forced a gasp from her, her fingers clutching the wrinkled bedsheets tightly.

In a short time, she fell victim to his expert skill once more. Her once-pure body, which had never been seen by another, was now stained with the colors of seduction as she unconsciously met his every invasion.

Her lovely hips arched high, her snowy buttocks framing the man's constantly moving shaft. Accompanied by the lewd, aphrodisiac sounds of their union, they engaged in a primal, selfless rhythm.

"No more... it's too deep..." A body experiencing its first forbidden fruit could not withstand such intense demands; before long, she was weeping once again.

The man's large hand gripped her slender waist, pulling her closer to him as his hard member buried itself deep between her buttocks.

"Ugh..." She cried out, feeling him pierce her very depths.

"Ah... it feels so good!" he growled like a wild animal. The large hands that had been on her breasts moved to her waist, allowing him to drive into her with even more ferocious thrusts. The intensity left her legs weak, forcing her to plead for mercy repeatedly.

"Ah—slow down..." She couldn't help but shed tears from the unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure.

Her pleas and moans acted as encouragement, only stoking his hunger. Instead of slowing down, he intensified the force of his thrusts.

The extreme pleasure brought on by the continuous motion made him moan in ecstasy. After a final, violent bout of thrusting, he once again spilled his seeds into her warm canal, leaving the girl before him in a state of blissful exhaustion.

"Don't be shy. Look, you're wet again." He kissed her small mouth tenderly, rubbing his hard length against her damp slit.

His restless hands began to roam over her naked skin, his powerful palms caressing the smooth curve of her back.

"Mmm..." A rosy flush crept up her cheeks, making her look incredibly exquisite. She parted her lips, her small tongue reaching out to find his in a dazed, passionate response.

His hand slid down to her lovely hips, his long fingers probing into her warm, wetness. He parted her hair, and the moment he touched her swollen clitoris, his fingers began a rapid assault.

The temperature in the room boiled over like a volcanic eruption.

Why was it that the moment he touched her, her mind was pulled into an abyss of erotic madness? Was it because of the love in her heart?

"Brother-in-law... mmm..." She slumped helplessly against his chest, her half-lidded eyes gazing at him with ultimate charm.

He lifted her body, burying his face in her soft breasts. His hungry lips and tongue alternated between licking her erect nipple and sucking it greedily into his mouth. Meanwhile, his restless finger slid wickedly into her swollen core, playing with her tenderness.

"Ah—" She felt dizzy, her soul spiraling into madness because of him.

She closed her beautiful eyes, moaning unconsciously. Her tightening core hungrily craved the gentle touch of her lover. "I want you so much... Brother-in-law... so much..."

"You want it? You good little slut, if you want it, beg me to take you..." He curled his lips into a smirk.

"I... mmm... ah—no..." She didn't want to beg for his affection so humbly. She knew he expected this—that one day she would cast aside her pride to crave sexual satisfaction. Yet, she tried to resist, even though she wanted him so desperately, loved him so much...

"Do you really not want it?" The finger deep inside her began to thrust wildly.

She felt it was incredible that she could utter such heart-pounding words, but the wild desire in her heart was driving her mad. She began to caress her own breasts, wanting to sink herself down onto his hardness, but he mischievously stopped her.

"There are so many hard things on my body, how am I supposed to know which one you mean? My finger is hard, too. Tell me, which one is it? If you don't say it, how will I understand?" He suppressed a laugh, his obsessed eyes unable to leave her frantic expression.

"Mmm... mmm—your hard... hard cock... ah! Mmm-ah—ah—ah..."

He suddenly thrust upward with all his might. In an instant, his massive member buried itself in her deepest depths, merging her tender interior with his masculine strength, instantly filling her emptiness.

"Ah-ungh, it's so big—you're wonderful! Brother-in-law... mmm..." The sudden sense of fullness nearly made her soul explode.

She could no longer escape the pressure of her emotions. In her delirium, she released the passionate fever she had suppressed in her heart. Her body became ecstatic for his powerful presence and delighted by his forceful impact.

He wildly controlled the rhythm of her swaying waist, pulling her consciousness into a trance. He led her into a carnal paradise where she could no longer think, and desire far eclipsed reason.

He suddenly hooked her legs over his shoulders, his muscular chest pressing forward. His burning desire never wavered; instead, he thrust in and out with heavy force, making sure every deep plunge rubbed against her most sensitive spots.

"Ahhh... so deep... enough..." She shook her head, trying to shake off the overwhelming heat.

He brushed the damp hair from her forehead and, with a wicked smile, delivered another bout of intense thrusting. Watching her petite body sway beneath his massive frame was the ultimate visual stimulation.

After several heavy, pounding thrusts, the familiar trembling seized them both. He braced his hips, pressing their intimate parts tightly together, and the wave of satisfaction finally crashed deep into her warm body.