"Sir, isn't that your little sister?" Riordan asked, his voice in awe, gazing out over the huge marketplace with his hand above his eyes to shade from the bright suns. His skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, like all of theirs did. They had removed their helms the second they re-entered the city, choosing to carry them against their left hip with their sword on their right. The suns were high and bright in the sky, triple orbs of brilliant and colorful light. Underneath their powerful rays it was burning hot, especially for those in armor like one general who had recently returned from afar.

Kayle was in the middle of a conversation with one of her men, three men who stood stiffly, also dripping with perspiration. The man she was speaking to was a stout, gray-bearded man and he looked over before she did. The man who questioned her was already staring at where her sister supposedly was. Kayle scoffed, disbelieving what she heard immediately. Her sister loved the political class she was in, learning about the history of their world and how to avoid repeating past mistakes. She was a very academically ambitious young angel, she wouldn't be caught dead slacking off.

Graius, her stern comrade grunted. "I'm pretty sure that is the lass." She barely heard him over the hordes of people buying fresh greens and meats from the shops, but when the words registered, she twitched.

Kayle twitched, and she turned her blue gaze quickly, stalking over to where her men stood atop the staircase leading to the plaza. All four of the angels were adorned in their golden uniform, swords at their hips with their hands on the hilts. Kayle stared across the marketplace in front of her. Then she saw them. Below the statue that sat guard in the center of the market. They were sitting on a bench, bodies touching and turn toward one another. Her beloved younger sister was flush to him, and their mouths were meeting, his arm firmly tucked around her waist. Her sister's wings fluttered nervously, as if she was enjoying it.

For a moment, Kayle saw red. She could see herself walking over, grabbing the boy who dared to kiss her sister, and shaking him with her fingers around his throat until his neck snapped. She could see his corpse crumpling before her, and Morgana staring in shock.

Only when she actually stalked towards her sister, did she realize she had imagined this gruesome murder. Her soldiers were staring at her, faces solemn. They too, knew that her sister sharing her tongue with a commoner was filthy and forbidden. It was beneath her. Morgana was the sister of a general and she should act as such. Kayle found it difficult to turn her gaze away, Morgana was pulling away from him now, wiping at her soft lips. She turned away, pained, body rigid with strain.

"Make sure that boy meets his end today Reggae, whatever means necessary. However, keep the reason silent, we need not upset the common folk," She commanded, voice deep and demanding; powerful. The scrawny angel that obviously didn't fit in with the rest of them shakily nodded, and they all sneered at him as he hurried away. He scurried, as if a rat. Shoulders hunched and face drawn tight. He was a commoner who had somehow fought his way to the top. One day, Kayle would drop him back down to the bottom. He did not belong with them.

She waved her hand, "Let's go. Let's not waste our time among the commoners." Her men saluted, and marched away from the marketplace. She began to stride away too, stopping to gaze backwards once more. Her sister was gone now. She felt like a knife was thrust and twisted into her gut, and her heart pounded feverishly. When she brushed her hair back from her face to replace her helm on her head she noticed how much she was sweating.

"Sir?" Graius questioned curiously, staring at her. Kayle's golden blond brows furrowed as she turned her gaze away. Morgana was supposed to be at her lessons, then she was supposed to be home. With Kayle…not that she knew Kayle was back from her military campaign. And that made her offense even worse. She would punish her sister severely. Such was the way of justice.

Kayle had been gone longer than usual. While she was away, Kayle hungered for her sister's presence so much it hurt. When she closed her eyes she could see her sister's soft and golden hair against her fingertips, like touching clouds themselves... That gentle blue gaze that was capable of making her knees give, the full curves of her porcelain, flawless body. And she could taste the meals her sister would create, feel the soothing embrace that made all the horrific things Kayle had seen and done fade away. Kayle felt innocent again when she had her sister at her side.

Hence why when she returned to her grand home she immediately got to thinking of a suitable punishment for her younger sibling. Kayle would do anything and everything to keep her safe, keep her innocent. The topic made her so heated she wasn't able to think. Her ears rang and her head swam. All she could see was that unattractive male touching her beloved little sister.

She grit her teeth and slammed her hands into the wall of her bedchambers. Her damp forehead felt good against the cold wall when she pressed herself against it. She panted, eyes narrowing. How dare her sister. How dare she take advantage of Kayle's hospitality!? She forced herself to calm down. She had to control her rage. Keep it suppressed and hidden. That was the way to handle situations and to control and to punish.

Morgana arrived home soon after she did. Kayle was still in her bedchambers, just getting into the white trousers and tunic common amongst her people. The older sister tied the sash around the waist as she stepped out of her chambers. Morgana found her soon after, and she rushed towards Kayle with a wide smile gracing her plump lips. Kayle didn't react when Morgana's arms slid around her. I know the only real way to teach her a lesson. When she noticed Kayle wasn't reacting, Morgana peered up at her with huge, nervous blue eyes. Her plump lips pouted, before she leaned onto her tiptoes and pressed a kiss against the corner of Kayle's mouth.

Kayle's mind flashed back to the sight of that boys crushed against hers, their tongues twined and their bodies far too close. Had she imagined that, or was that real? Surely it would become real, and it was her job to stop it before it even happened…She parted from her sister, expression grim. "Go, make dinner." Morgana nodded happily, still on her tiptoes. She pointed towards her cheek, blinking cutely.

"Give me a kiss first."

"And why should I do that, Morgana?" Kayle narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. Morgana flushed, and backed away a little, sensing the dark mood her elder sister was in but from her expression not knowing what the cause of it was. Then she stepped closer, and closed her eyes, mouth parted for a kiss. Kayle was caught between two powerful, conflicting decisions- One side, a dark side she was struggling to suppress, told her to break those teeth that dared even speak to her after they conversed with a mere commoner. The other was telling her to hold her sister close and kiss her and then kiss her more but in ways two sisters never should…In the end it was Morgana's words that prompted her to action.

"Please, sister." Morgana whispered softly, "I've missed you so mu-"

Kayle seized her sister by the hair and crushed their mouths together, loving the damp, soft heat of Morgana's lips against her own, the way Morgana squirmed against her, tried to get away. She slipped her fingers between the silky locks, pressing her fingers against Morgana's scalp and bringing their lips harder together. Something odd shifted inside her, forcing her to push away slightly, a slick trail of saliva between their moist lips. Morgana's cheeks were a beautiful candy red, her eyes so big and beautiful Kayle's heart threatened to pound from her chest. Morgana didn't say a word, holding herself against Kayle's warm body. The older angel grimaced, seizing her and embracing her back.

"Welcome home, Kayle," Morgana smiled, her voice just above a whisper, "You're finally home…"

Kayle never forgets. Sometimes she forgives, but she never forgets. Morgana was able to satisfy her rage the first night she was home. Kayle decided that wasn't a good time for punishment, anyways. Despite Morgana being a slut, it was still Kayle's first day home. And she forgot how wonderful it was to be there. Morgana was not the best cook, and her pastries were a disaster, but even so each bite of food that crossed Kayle's lips was refreshing as cold water after a day on the march. She was so parched, and Morgana was the only one who could quench her thirst.

Some things had changed since the last time Kayle was away. She could feel it. Something was missing from Morgana, something important. Kayle knew it was her innocence. And that was what prompted Kayle's rage to return. She may have been able to keep justice at bay for one night, but it would not for another. She started the conversation at dinner the next day, Morgana happily humming in the kitchen as she filled their plates full of greens and grilled meat. "How were your lessons, yesterday?" Kayle asked calmly, keeping her eyes hooded and expression calm.

"Great, actually. We learned about the rise and fall of the Hakkor clan many generations ago," Morgana smiled, turning to gaze at her and set their plates down. She flinched at the gaze that met hers, blazing cerulean that threatened to turn the younger girl to ashes. Kayle didn't say a word for a moment, for fear that she would lose control of her wrath. Part of what angered her was of course that Morgana was lying. The part that made her blood boil, made her want to grab Morgana by the neck and break that whorish mouth was the way she lied to Kayle so easily, after everything Kayle had done for her, all the opportunities she'd given her.

Father and mother had never been kind to Morgana, but Kayle had taken her away from the mistreatment and neglect. Where mother offered slaps and angry rants, Kayle offered comfort and warm lectures. Where father only gave Morgana what she desperately needed, Kayle gave Morgana everything! And yet here she stood with a smile on her face lying as if it was something she did for a living. Maybe it was, who knew how long skipping lessons and kissing boys had been going on? Maybe more than simple kissing.

"Sit down, Morgana."

Her younger sister stared at her, big blues glistening at the dangerous edge Kayle's tone had took. She immediately sat down, trembling with nervousness. Kayle pushed their dinner aside, disinterested. She tried to dispel some of the rage, inhaling deeply and then exhaling. It soothed her anger a little, and she managed to keep at least some of the rage from her face because Morgana managed to look a little more comfortable and less scared. She brushed her own long, golden locks from her face, eyes narrowed. "Where did you go yesterday? And don't say school, because we both know it's not true."

The mask of confusion was so incredibly genuine looking that Kayle was almost fooled. "I was at school yester-"Kayle slammed her fist down on the table and Morgana shied away, eyes squeezed tightly. Kayle's chest heaved a little with anger, and Morgana slowly peeked over hands she had hid her face with. "Kayle, I'm telling you the truth. I was at school, you can ask Soladius." Yes, her professor would tell the truth, wouldn't he? But who knew what kind of activities he might have gotten into with Morgana? Morgana was a beautiful girl, capable of tempting even the purest of souls, it wasn't too big of an assumption. Especially if Morgana had become a loose floozy.

The image filled her head, making her want to scream, before she could stop it. The elderly angel filling Morganas mouth, and Kayle couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't stop herself. A part of herself knew it was wrong as she did it but she couldn't stop herself. One moment Morgana was teary-eyed, staring at her. The next her head was to the side and Kayle had her hand raised. Kayle had…hit her. Blood was dripping from Morgana's beautiful lips, onto her dinner plate. The sight of the freshly-cooked meal made her sick, her stomach churned and her mind twisted furiously.

Kayle's fingers twisted into Morgana's hair, "I have given you everything," she whispered, her breathing far harsher than she realized. She caught a glimpse of herself in the dining room mirror. Her chest was heaving and sweat was caked on her pale skin, her hair plastered on her forehead. She looked like a madwoman. But wouldn't anyone, after finding out their dear, innocent sister was acting so filthily? She pressed herself close to Morgana, and realized the younger girl was trembling against her, tears streaming from her eyes. She smelled so sweet. Fresh perfume. Perfume to smell good for Kayle? Or to hide her activities? Kayle gnashed her teeth together, then pressed her lips against her younger sister's ear. "This is your last chance. Where were you today?"

Morgana let out a loud sob. "I was at school," she shouted, "I was," she cried out, "I went to school. I went to my lessons," gross tears streamed down her cheeks, and Kayle let her go. She collapsed against the table, "Soladius let us out early, so I went to the market with my friend Jacaebba."

Kayle couldn't help but smirk a little. Victory. She paced beneath her sister, watching the tears stream down her sister's face in the mirror. "I'm aware. Though I find it odd your story changes now." Morgana hiccupped, and looked at her blearily.

"But I did go to school, sissy."

Kayle gave her a look of disgust, shaking her head. "Was that before or after sucking his filthy cock?" Morgana's eyes widened, and Kayle shoved her face down against the table. The expression on Morgana's face when she said that made it was clear that she and that boy had something. Filthy, overbearing, black jealousy made her dizzy. Morgana was hers, hers alone. He couldn't touch her. But she could.

Kayle ripped Morganas skirts down, revealing a pale little buttocks. It was warm to the touch, soft and smooth. "Kayle stop-"

"Shut your whore mouth, Morgana. Keep your head down and your ass high."

A part of her was screaming. What in the world was she doing? A bigger part of her was crying out with desire, she'd wanted to feel this plump little bottom in her hands for so long, feel the supple flesh give beneath her fingers. Only when she finally was feeling it did she realize how long she'd wanted this. She gave them a soft squeeze, then gazed between her sister's quivering thighs. She was shocked by what she saw, so much her expression went blank. Her mouth grew much wetter. Her sister's underwear, right between her thighs, was moist. Kayle slid two fingers against the material, feeling the wetness with her fingertips and staring at the glistening fluid with a keen eye.

Morgana had the decency to look ashamed.

"What is this," Kayle murmured.

"I love you," Morgana said hurriedly, and buried her face in her arms. "I'm sorry. I think such lewd things about you and I become like this."

Something warm spread in Kayle's chest and she felt her anger sizzle away. Morgana was reacting to her like this. Was spreading her thighs partially, despite the obvious fear she wore on her face. Kayle smiled weakly, "You're wet for me, then? Morgana?" Morgana silently nodded, eyes huge and fearful.

"A…are you mad?"

Kayle didn't have a proper response. She wanted to apologize. She hit Morgana, acted as if she was some whore but she had always been devoted to Kayle, hadn't she? However, she couldn't just flat out say "I'm sorry." It would get to Morgana's head, make her arrogant. So she instead said nothing, reaching between her thighs to rub the length that had been aching to break free since she first saw Morgana the day before. It swelled against her fingertips, and she jerked her hand along the length, and she eagerly pressed herself against Morgana's warm, plump ass. "I'm mad that you didn't tell me the truth about school. I saw you yesterday at the market."

Morgana opened her mouth to protest, Kayle was sure more lies would spill from those beautiful lips, so she shushed her. Kayle didn't believe her and she didn't want to be set off again. "I understand why you've done what you have. You wanted to improve your skills yes, to better please me?" Morgana gave her a confused look.

"But I…I have not shared myself with anyone. I told you that Soladi-"

"Graius saw you, Morgana. Nearly in that boy's lap." Morgana looked embarrassed, and a little angry. Her pale throat was flushed, and she opened her mouth to protest. "Uh uh uh, shhh." Kayle let out a long, heavy breath. She rolled her neck, satisfied when it cracked, and tugged her silky white trousers down with one fluid motion. "You will not be going to lessons anymore, just as you will not be seeing any more lowlife commoners. You'll tend to me at home, and you'll stay with mother and father when I'm gone."

In the mirror, tears began to drip from Morganas pale blue eyes again. "No…No I don't want to live with them, no Kayle, I'm sorry," she whispered desperately, hysteria entering her tone. "You know what they do to me, please don't make me go back there." Kayle closed her eyes and listened to her sister beg. Each desperate, sorrowful tone her sister made brought a heavier ache to her cock, made her want to sink it somewhere wet and tight even more. She settled with peeling Morganas panties down, slipping her impressive girth between Morganas cheeks, groaning at the warm feeling that filled her.

"Then you won't hesitate to swear a blood oath?"

Morgana had stilled at this point. Her breathing had hitched, cheeks growing red at the sensation of Kayle's erection against her bottom. Kayle ran her fingers up Morgana's throat, through her long and golden hair, tugging it playfully.

What she saw in the mirror, she both despised and loved. Kayle had done it. She had bent her sister over and was going to bring herself to the peak using her sister's body. And soon, she would make her bear Kayle's child. Incest was no so intolerable, it wasn't even illegal, and it was encouraged even. They would make a pureblooded little angel child, with a soft head of gold and pretty pale skin and blue eyes.

Disgust filled her to the core. That rational part of her mind was starting to take control. But her body wouldn't allow her to put her cock away, now that it'd felt Morgana's flesh. She had…wanted this for so long. Kayle trembled as she gazed at her sister, waiting for her response. A blood oath? Would Morgana make it? Breeding among sisters wasn't so unheard of, but a blood oath was...it was against the laws that she worked to enforce every day. An unbreakable pact, sealed with sex and blood. In the far distant passed, it was used by Lords to "enslave" their captured virgins. In some areas of Heaven, the practice was still in use. But it wasn't here.

She would never be able to touch the body of another but me again.

That was the dealbreaker. She didn't have time to worry about trivial things. Break the law? She was the law. Morgana would make this blood oath whether she wanted to or not – "I…I don't know what that is, sister," Morgana whispered, "Kayle your…is against my…" Her face grew more flushed, eyes growing a little foggy with lust. Kayle smirked at the reaction, nuzzling her younger sister's delicate throat. She chewed on the creamy flesh, licking and tasting. Gods, she had wanted this for so long. Why had she held back?

Kayle reached down with one hand, finding her sisters entrance with her fingertips. She slid her fingers in, earning a yelp. She probed the tight little tunnel, pressing deeper until- Her fingers met resistance, and she immediately tugged her fingers out. She was suddenly incredibly relieved. The blood oath was still possible, then. She'd been a little worried, sure that Morgana and some boy had made love.

Morgana whimpered when Kayle placed the moist fingers she had slipped inside in her mouth, tasting the juices. "I'll take care of everything," She said kindly, sternly. Then she clapped her hands down against Morganas ass, a heavy groan falling from her throat at the way her bottom was making such tight little cushions for her dick. "Now be a good sister, and make me feel good."

Morgana was breathing heavily, paralyzed for a long moment. Kayle watched her in the mirror. She didn't know what to do. Kayle smirked widely, "Move yourself back and forth along me, until you feel my arousal. You'll know you're doing good."

Morgana nodded quickly, biting her bottom lip. Then she began to move. It wasn't all that pleasurable at first, though it didn't feel bad. Morgana shifted, rubbing herself along the hot organ. The red that had been on her throat had spread to cover her entire face, eyes a little teary as they often got when she was nervous or confused. She watched Kayle's eyes with every motion. They followed her, heavy and commanding, demanding that she bring Kayle pleasure. She had always wanted to, she just hadn't wanted it like this. She'd wanted to be under Kayle, arms around her neck, being made love to slowly and steadily as Kayle kissed her and told her how much she loved her. But it was enough to know she could make Kayle feel good…

She began to grind her ass harder against Kayle's hot length, and she gasped at how…not good, but satisfying…it felt. It took genuine effort to stop herself from thrusting back, letting Kayle's cock enter her. What would it be like…? She could feel every inch of the throbbing length, feel the way it pulsed. Gods, it was so big. Six inches, or maybe seven? And sort of thick too…That would feel so wonderful inside of her, stretching her so deliciously. Would it fit? All of these things Morgana wanted to discover.

Kayle groaned, and slid her hands on either side of Morgana's arms. "That's it baby girl, hard and steady just like that." A hand slid around her shoulder, unbuttoning Morgana's blouse. Morganas heavy breasts were freed, and she trembled and pushed her back against Kayle's chest. The air felt nice and her nipples hardened as Kayle gently grasped them.

"They're beautiful," Kayle whispered in her ear, making heat pool between her thighs. "So soft." Her eyes flickered shut, as Kayle's warm, calloused hands began to grope her chest. Morgana whimpered, high pitched and needy.

"S-Sis, it feels so good," Morgana whispered, flinching a little when Kayle pinched her nipple. Pleasure was shooting through her belly, the entire area hot, and wetness dripped down her thighs. She wanted to be touched there but Kayle didn't want to. Instead she grasped Morgana's hair, and tugged her head back.

"Keep moving baby, I want to give you all I can." Morgana was no expert at sex, she was actually pretty clueless about it. But she knew what was being offered to her. And it was something she had fantasized about many nights. Kayle's release... Sticky, moisture she had dreamed about being poured into her. She nodded, a little overwhelmed, and kept moving.

Moving began to feel good. Not the motion, though it was fairly pleasant it was the way Kayle groaned in her ear, and grasped at her breasts. The more Morgana ground her ass against Kayle's erect cock, the harder Kayle's hands moved. "Gods," Kayle whimpered, eyes sliding shut. "I love you." Before Morgana had the chance to say a word, Kayle twisted her head and crushed their mouths together, slipping her tongue inside. She eagerly explored, tasting the sweet mouth that opened for her. "Such a good girl, fuck," Kayle gasped, a vein in her neck throbbing as she desperately resisted the urge to penetrate the entrance of her sister.

Heat was shooting down her dick, precum gathering at the head. She squeezed her shaft, jerking her hand along the length as she pushed Morgana down until the girl's face touched the table. She removed her cock, pressing it against Morgana's silken, soaked entrance. She dug her length between her sister's pussy lips, enjoying the hot sensation of Morgana's juices on it, grinding herself against the entrance. Her dick throbbed, pulses of pleasure shooting from base to tip. Kayle's balls felt heavy with the need to come, and her breathing became uncontrollable. She panted, eyes rolling back. She couldn't come inside, couldn't go inside just yet, but just feeling the promise of what was to come was enough. She lifted her hips, crying out with pleasure as she exploded.

Cum coated Morgana's upturned bum, dripping down slowly. She collapsed over Morgana, her breathing heavy as she pumped out her release steadily. All the while Morgana was gasping, eyes cloudy in the mirror, nipples so swollen it looked painful. It was obvious that bringing such pleasure to Kayle had heavily aroused her, but it was not time for her to orgasm just yet.

Kayle swallowed, closing her eyes as she stepped back. Morgana's quivering bum still sat, sticking out at her and waiting for her to rut. It would have to wait, though Kayle appreciated the view…Morgana's lower lips were swollen, her juices soaking her thighs. Her clit was poking out from its hood, desperate for contact. "Not now," Kayle said coolly, breath still a little hitched from her orgasm. She pulled her silk, white trousers back up and put her semi-hard length away, in need of a shower. In fact, Morgana would join her. She wet her lips, then gazed at the two dinner plates that awaited them.

After that she was rather hungry. Morgana reached down to pull her panties up, Kayle stopped her. "Let me clean you up at least first," she murmured. She could tell that Morgana was upset, probably because she would not be orgasming today. She forgot her place, what she'd done, spending time with a commoner like she did. She made sure Morgana was not moving as she grabbed a cloth from the kitchen, gently wiping her mess off her sister's shapely posterior though she was sad to see it leave. Kayle slipped her hand between her sister's thighs, placing a comforting hand against Morgana's swollen innocence. Morgana tensed, then relaxed, as Kayle placed her fingers against Morgana's slippery clit.

"K-Kayle, please," Morgana whimpered, Kayle smirked playfully and sensually thumbed over the erect nub, pressing insistently upon it, swirling around the tip. She teased at penetration, pressing just the tips of her fingers inside. Morgana tightened, clenched desperately for her. She could feel how close to orgasm Morgana was, this must have been terrible for her. Without another word, Kayle pulled away completely, already erect again. "Kayle," Morgana sobbed painfully.

The older sister tssked, shaking her head and withdrawing slightly.

"Eat your dinner," Kayle murmured, "you made it for us after all." She leaned down, turning Morganas face gently to her. Their lips touched, before doing so again more insistently. Morganas arms wrapped around her shoulders, whimpering so needily and desperately as she let Kayle claim every part of her mouth, sucking on Kayle's tongue when she moved to pull away. Kayle smiled, knowing she would get no more protest regarding Morgana's missing orgasm. "You're such a good girl," Kayle whispered, kissing the top of her head.