Aria at court

Quinn – Vogen House

After spending a few hours reflecting, Han stood up. He needed to see Aria to make sure how she was.

As usual, he turned invisible and then headed towards the palace.

He easily located his wife.

She was inside the royal hall. Charles was sitting on the emperor's throne while ministers discussed the defense strategy.

At this moment, Aria was speaking

''Since everything had already been planned, we will carry out this ambush in 4 days. We need to make sure to catch James' army off guard. This will serve both to weaken Berovia's troops and also to send a message that we are not easy to intimidate''

Weiran, the manipulative brother, had an ugly look on his face. He was deeply irritated to see Aria grow in power.

''Minister of War, have the plans been well reviewed? Is it really feasible? We can't risk losing troops'' He asked, despite everything he really cared about the kingdom and wanted everything to go well

But Aria didn't like the question, with furrowed eyebrows she replied ''Dear brother, father appointed me as the head of this war, when you have any kind of question about the battles you should address me directly and only me. Father appointed uncle only as my assistant''

Upon hearing the answer Weiran gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in anger. It was like a slap in the face. He looked at his uncle to see if he had any kind of response, but he didn't find any sign of discontent.

Damian, the second brother, was leaning against one of the columns in the hall, his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on Aria. He felt his chest tighten upon hearing the exchange of words. He who already felt in love with her wanted to protect her, more than anyone else there, but the way she answered Weiran made him frown.

He knew his older brother was a petty person, but he was also their blood. He took a step forward, his voice low but firm. "Aria, Weiran just wants to make sure we don't lose everything. You don't have to be so harsh with him." His tone was almost a plea, as if he wanted to mediate between the two sides. 

Daiyu, the third brother, stood further back, near one of the tall windows. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. His heart was beating fast, with anger like Weiran, but with something hotter, more confusing. He looked at Aria as if she were the only thing in the room, his eyes shining with a desire he could barely hide, he felt jealous and envious of the power she had and the attention she received.

When she answered Weiran, he felt a strange bitter taste mixed with jealousy. She was so strong, so untouchable, but he wanted to be looked at like that. Those old idiots or his brother who only knew how to complain shouldn't look at the princess like that. The attention should belong to him. He bit his lip, avoiding saying anything and remained silent, his eyes glued to her. 

The Minister of Finance, a fat man with a thin beard and small eyes, cleared his throat before speaking. He fidgeted with the sleeves of his tunic, clearly uncomfortable with the tension that the environment had recently become since Aria's involvement. 

''Princess, the ambush seems solid, but the costs... have we calculated how much we'll spend on supplies and paying the men? If we fail, the kingdom's treasury will suffer.'' His voice was cautious, almost timid, as if he expected a scolding like Weiran's.

The Minister of Justice, older and with a rigid posture, also spoke. He didn't like wars, preferring to resolve everything with treaties and papers, but he knew that the emperor had given Aria the command. He raised his chin, his narrow eyes staring at her.

''What if James is waiting for this? He's not as stupid as he seems. An ambush could turn against us if he has spies among us.'' His voice was dry, full of doubt, but he didn't dare challenge her directly like Weiran.

Aria took a deep breath, her eyes passing over each of them as if measuring the weight of her words. She stood up, the dress highlighting her sensual curves. Han, invisible in the shadows, felt a heat rise in his chest at the sight of her like this, so beautiful, powerful and with a seriousness on her face that he didn't know.

She stopped, her hands crossed in front of her body, and looked straight at Weiran before speaking. ''Your fears are valid, brother, but I am not a child playing at war. The plans have been reviewed by me and uncle, and every detail has been thought out. James will fall because he does not expect me to be so fast.''

''But if you, brother, are so suspicious of my command. I will have you on the front lines with the archers and mages, observing firsthand how the battle unfolds.''

Weiran stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

''How audacious. As if I, a prince, would mix with mere commoners and soldiers. I am here to command and not to be among those inferior ones.''

Weiran quickly became irritated by Aria's comment, demonstrating a rare lack of control that surprised everyone present. He, who was always seen as a cold person, never acted like this.

He swallowed hard, his eyes lowering for a moment as the weight of his own words hit him like a slap, but the regret was short-lived, soon replaced by a fury that he tried to hide with a shaky sigh.

He knew that his comment would anger many present.

And the responses were instantaneous, starting with the Minister of War.

''ABSURD WEIRAN. In the face of war, all soldiers, from the lowest rank to the emperor, are of equal importance. There are no commoners or princes in war. The blood spilled by everyone is of equal importance.''

Evander then turned to Charles and, demonstrating a different demeanor, he continued.

''Emper- no, brother, allow your son Weiran to go to war to witness firsthand that a soldier's life is much more important and should not be reduced to being called a mere commoner.''

His request was not like that of a minister of war, it was like that of an uncle wanting to correct a nephew who brought shame to the family.

At this moment Weiran realized that he had done something stupid, and to make matters worse, he noticed a small smile on Aria's face, which made him feel even more irritated and furious internally. 'Ah sister, you really made me lose face in front of everyone.' He thought as he tried to control his growing fury.

He turned to Charles, at this moment the court was no longer a thing of ministers and emperors, but rather a family fight.

''Father, I apologize for my lack of control. I got carried away by the war situation. Uncle Evander is right, every soldier is important and I-''

As he was continuing, Charles raised his hand, signaling for him to be quiet.

''Son, my brother is right. You must learn to respect the soldiers. The Quinn family may be in control at the moment, but remember that our ancestor was once just a simple commoner who grew up to become an emperor. If you disrespect the soldiers, you disrespect all the ancestors who once fought to found and defend this kingdom. You will go to the front lines, but not to accompany them. You will go as a soldier with an unknown name. You will live among the soldiers and will only return to your true identity at the end of this ambush.''

Every word Charles said made Weiran's face paler and paler and at the end he felt the air leave his lungs and he was left without reaction. At that moment, the most basic instinct of human beings appeared. The will to survive.

"Father... isn't this about my safety?" He asked with shaking hands. He knew the risks of this ambush and now he feared for his own life.

Charles answered in a harsh voice. "If you die on a mission as simple as this, it only shows that you are no different from all the soldiers you despise. This matter is closed. At the end of the day, prepare to leave with your new identity."

Weiran wanted to say something else, but the emperor's firm gaze paralyzed him. With a desolate look, he lowered his head, but not before glancing at Aria who was also staring at him. He saw her whisper words that sounded like a scream in his ears. "I won this round, dear brother."

Then he remained silent while thinking about how to reverse the situation.

Everyone looked at each other thinking about who would be the next to make the move. Charles then noticed the mood and looked at his daughter. ''Aria, you have some things to answer for, continue?''

She turned to the Minister of Finance while trying to hide her smile of victory, she then began to speak in a firmer tone.

''The costs are out of the question, uncle. If Quinn is defeated, will it make any difference if he is richer or poorer? We should focus on defending the kingdom and defending the people.''

Then she looked at the Minister of Justice, her lips curving into a cold smile. ''And if James has spies, that is out of the question. Even if they do, they will not have enough time to react to the ambush.''

Charles, still on the throne, laughed softly, the sound echoing in the hall. He clapped his hands slowly, his eyes shining with pride and amusement. ''My daughter knows what she is doing. You should all learn to trust her more.'' He leaned back in the throne, satisfied, while Weiran swallowed his anger and the other brothers exchanged looks filled with feelings that no one dared to say out loud.

Han stood there, invisible, enjoying the way his wife easily dominated the room. He had initially come to check if she needed any help, but now he was fully satisfied with the way she acted. This manipulative side excited him greatly and he enjoyed every second he saw it.

Confidently Aria turned to Evander Quinn, the Minister of War.

"Uncle, please ensure that the elite archers and mages are positioned as we discussed. The timing must be perfect."

Evander nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course, Princess. I have already selected our best soldiers. They will be ready."

Han noticed how Evander's eyes roamed over Aria's body, clearly remembering their encounter. The man's face flushed slightly as he adjusted his posture, visibly affected by the memory.

Charles, who had been silently watching from the throne, finally spoke. "My daughter has proven herself more than capable. This plan will proceed as she has decided."

Han noticed the way Charles's eyes lingered on Aria, a mixture of pride and something else that made Han's cock throb with excitement. The king's support was absolute, and Han could see how that infuriated Weiran and confused Damian and Daiyu, who had always assumed they would be the ones to rise to power.

"Excellent," Aria continued. "Now, as for the secondary defensive positions…"

As she continued to outline the strategy, Han marveled at how completely she commanded the room. The ministers who had previously dismissed her now hung on her every word. Even those who resented her authority could not deny her competence.

Weiran leaned over to one of her loyal advisors, whispering something that made the man nod subtly. Han made a mental note to look into this later; Weiran was not one to accept defeat gracefully.

"If there are no further questions," Aria concluded, "I expect everyone to carry out their duties without delay. We have four days to prepare, and I want daily progress reports. I expect everyone to put aside their differences." She then stopped and glanced at Weiran and continued, "And if you dedicate yourself fully to this battle, it will decide Quinn's future and how we are viewed by the world." 

The ministers bowed in acknowledgement, Weiran left with a gnashing of his teeth in anger, and Charles dismissed the council.

After everyone had left, the emperor motioned for Aria to approach his throne.

"You did well, daughter," he said, his voice carrying both pride and an intimate warmth that made Han's excitement grow. "Your strategy is sound."

"Thank you, Father," Aria replied, approaching the throne with the same casual confidence she had shown when she sat on his lap during their private conversation.

Aria approached from the throne where Charles sat, his eyes shining with a mixture of innocence and seduction. "Father," she said softly, "may I sit with you? I need your advice." '''

Charles smiled, opening his arms in silent invitation. "Of course, my dear. Come here."

Without hesitation, Aria settled herself on her father's lap, adjusting herself so that her ass was perfectly positioned over his groin. She sighed, leaning back against Charles's strong chest.

"Father," she murmured, her voice thick with mock vulnerability, "sometimes I feel so alone in this position. So many voices oppose me, question my decisions. How can I strengthen my hold on the kingdom?"

Only one person opposed her, but she made it sound as if the entire court hated her. Charles's hands naturally found their way to Aria's curves, one of them landing softly on her ass. He began to caress her gently, almost absently, as he spoke.

"My sweet Aria," he replied, his voice low and intimate, "power does not always come from brute force. It must be cultivated over time and through good performances."

Aria shifted her body in a tearful voice, rubbing her ass against Charles's cock. "But father, how am I going to perform well if everyone seems to doubt me and might even sabotage me? Isn't there something I can do? A secret I can use?"

As he listened, Charles slid his hand over Aria's ass in slow circular motions. "Daughter... that is not proper to say to you. Secrets are called that for a reason."

"But Daddy, you have to help me. If Daddy doesn't protect me, I'm afraid of what they might do to me. Ever since I came to the castle, I feel like Daddy is protecting me every night, and I hope it stays that way."

Seeing the mention of the night, memories flashed through Charles' mind. Any kind of counterargument disappeared from his mind.

As he gently caressed Aria's butt, he thought for a moment and then began to speak, "You know, daughter... Your uncle Lucian, he's naturally corrupt and embezzles a lot of funds from the vault."

Aria nodded and asked curiously, "If Daddy knows about this, why doesn't he do something about it?"

With a voice that exuded knowledge, Charles continued, "Being an emperor isn't that simple. Sometimes you have to keep a mouse in the house so the cat has work to do."

Aria didn't quite understand what he meant, but the information he received was valuable.

She shifted in his lap. father, pressing herself even closer to him. "Mmm, I see," she murmured. "What about the other ministers?" 

Charles continued, his breathing getting heavier as his caresses became bolder. "Minister Dorian once sentenced an innocent man to prison on the grounds..."

Aria moaned softly, pretending it was just a reaction to the revelations. "Oh, father, you are so wise. Tell me more, please."

As Charles whispered more secrets of the kingdom, his hands explored Aria's body with increasing boldness. Han watched, his body throbbing with excitement at the way his wife used her body to extract important information.

Han couldn't wait to see how Aria would use this new information. Quinn's reign was something he was excited to see unfold, and especially how his wife would use her own body.

After leaving her father's throne, Aria decided it was time to move forward with her plans. The next target would be Weiran, her older and manipulative brother. She knew he was the most dangerous of the brothers. He was calculating, cold, and always looking for ways to increase his power. She knew that after today he could become even more dangerous, and she needed a way to deal with him.

Walking through the palace corridors, Aria adjusted her posture. With Weiran, she would need a different approach. Damian was easily manipulated by emotion, but Weiran... he lived for schemes and political intrigue.

Arriving at the ornate door to her brother's room, Aria knocked softly. There was a moment of silence before Weiran's cold voice answered.

"Come in."

Aria opened the door and found her brother sitting at his desk, surrounded by maps and documents. He looked up, his calculating gaze taking her in immediately.

"What a surprise, sister," Weiran said, leaning back in his chair. "To what do I owe the honor of your visit? Did you come here to sing victory and throw salt in my wounds?"

Aria closed the door behind her, making sure they were completely alone. Then, instead of showing irritation at the comment, she smiled.

"Victory, brother? In the end, you yourself were the victim of your lack of control, not even I expected that result."

Weiran then became thoughtful. In fact, if he had not become so excited, perhaps his father would not have done what he did. In the end, he felt affected by Aria, her recent involvement in the court and rapid growth got on his nerves. He felt that his years of planning and schemes were easily defeated by her and that got on his nerves. Knowing that being the emperor's darling was more important than the solid foundation he had fought to build, irritated him greatly. In this round, he caused his own downfall.

Frowning, he asked, "But you still haven't answered me, what do you want here. What plan or scheme do you have?" have?''

"Always so perceptive, brother," she replied, approaching the desk with deliberately slow steps. "It is precisely about planning that I came to speak with you."

Weiran arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Continue."

Aria slid her fingers along the edge of the desk, scanning the documents spread out. Strategic maps, spy reports, intercepted correspondence—her brother was always one step ahead of many in the court.

"You and I are very much alike, Weiran," she began, her voice low. "We observe. We plan. We manipulate. The difference is that you have worked alone, while I… well, I have resources you cannot imagine."

"Resources?" Weiran laughed, but his eyes remained alert. "What could a princess married to an untalented merchant offer that I do not already have?"

Aria smiled again, this time with a different glint in her eyes. She leaned forward over the desk, her cleavage revealing enough to momentarily distract her brother.

"Information, dear brother. Secrets that would make even our father tremble. Alliances you never dreamed existed." She paused dramatically. "And direct access to the throne."

Weiran kept his expression neutral, but Aria noticed the slight tremor in his hands with interest.

"I am proposing an alliance," she continued. "Between the two of us. Together, we could reshape this kingdom in our image."

"An alliance?" Weiran repeated, studying her carefully. "And why would I believe you would share power with me when you could have it yourself?"

Aria laughed softly. "Because even I am not foolish enough to think I could maintain control without you trying to overthrow me at every turn. Better to have you by my side than as an enemy."

Weiran stood slowly, walking around the desk until he was face to face with Aria. He watched her for a long moment, like a predator sizing up its prey.

"You've become... interesting, sister," he admitted. "But I'm still not convinced that this alliance would be worth the risk. I don't know what your powers are, who supports you, but all of that means nothing to me. I don't need you." He then prepared to open the door and expel Aria.

"Are you sure, brother? What if I tell you that I know where Robert is?" With a smile on her face, she teased him before continuing, "And besides, that I know where his red stone is?"

At this moment, Weiran's steps stopped and he turned abruptly to his sister. This was a mysterious matter in the kingdom. Robert had disappeared and many of his supporters had been personally assassinated by the emperor. But Robert himself was nowhere to be found. But rumors said that he was hiding, strengthening himself with the stone.

In disbelief, he asked, "You... are you sure about that?" It seemed unbelievable that this princess, whom he had always seen as an insignificant piece in the Quinn family's power game, would know such important information. But now, seeing her propose schemes and manipulations so naturally, something inside him stirred. There was a new player on this board, and the pieces were very heavy.

Aria continued, "Believe me, brother. I will give you privileged information that not even Father knows. In fact, my husband's brother, James, is marking himself as the main troop precisely because he discovered that the stone is in my hands... More precisely, in my husband's hands. Why do you think he's missing? He's useless as he always was, trying to strengthen himself."

Weiran's eyes shone. He remembered that recently the emperor had been hunting Robert incessantly, but hadn't found a single clue. It was as if he had disappeared from the entire kingdom. He also remembered the deaths that had occurred in both countries. Perhaps Robert was working in collusion with Han to strengthen themselves? Maybe James was also involved in all this and was betrayed by both of them, developing this war?

At this moment, he created in his own mind connections that did not exist, schemes that only made sense in his mind. If he took this information to court, he could discredit Aria, but what would he gain from that if in the end his father had a preference for his sister? It would be more useful for him to keep this information and try to somehow become the one who possesses the stone. If he becomes a legendary level, just like his father, would he still need schemes?

''I see, now everything makes sense, everything makes sense''

Aria had no idea what Weiran was thinking, but she could tell that he was getting closer to accepting her offer of an ''alliance''.

As for Han, who was in the room witnessing everything, he could only laugh at being called useless.

"So, brother," Aria asked, her eyes shining with ambition, "Shall we ally ourselves? Who should we eliminate first?"

Weiran snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Aria. He didn't believe her and needed time to plan and investigate the information. With a wicked smile, an idea appeared in his mind. It was time to test how far his sister was willing to go. "Calm down, sister. I haven't agreed yet," he said, moving even closer. "If you want this alliance to come to fruition, you must give me your body first."

He hoped to shock her, to make her recoil in horror. While he investigated, if everything was true he could then accept this union temporarily. It was just a test, a way to make the alliance impossible. He had no real interest in his sister in this way, he just wanted to see her reaction, to prove that she wasn't as committed to power as she claimed.

Aria's face registered shock, her eyes widening. For a moment, she looked genuinely shaken, taking a step back.

"You… you can't be serious," she whispered, her voice shaking.

Weiran smiled, pleased to have broken her confident facade. "Power has its price, sister. I'm just curious to see how much you're willing to pay. You don't have to answer me now. I'll give you a few days to think about it."

Aria watched Weiran's reaction with a look of shock that slowly faded into one of resigned acceptance. She let her shoulders slump slightly, as if the weight of ambition had finally broken her resistance.

"If… if this is what will bring me power," she whispered, her voice shaking perfectly, "what is just a body?"

Her trembling hands reached for the laces of her dress, slowly undoing them. The fabric slid down her shoulders, revealing her pale skin inch by inch. Weiran stood still, his face a mix of shock and wicked excitement. He hadn't expected her to actually accept his proposal, it was just a test, a way to humiliate her and prove that she wasn't as committed to power as she claimed.

When the dress fell completely, Aria stood naked before him, her skin glistening softly. She moved to Weiran's bed with deliberately hesitant steps, as if each one cost her a part of her dignity.

"Let's get this over with," she murmured, lying down and spreading her legs.

Weiran swallowed hard, his plan spiraling completely out of control. He watched, mesmerized, as Aria used her fingers to spread her pussy lips, exposing herself completely to him.

Han, who had been watching everything, was surprised by the turn of events. "Holy shit, what's happening," he thought. Even he didn't expect everything to happen so suddenly. Silently he brought his hands to his small, hard cock.

"I'm waiting, brother," Aria continued, her voice now carrying a defiant tone. "Isn't this what you wanted to seal our alliance?"

Weiran froze, his face pale with shock. He had made that absurd demand expecting her to recoil in horror, proving that she didn't have what it took to play at the highest level of power and giving him time to investigate everything. But now, seeing her completely exposed and seemingly willing, he realized that he had gravely underestimated his sister.

A sudden realization hit Weiran like a punch to the gut. This was a test, yes, but not just for Aria, it was for him too. If he backed down now, he would be the one showing weakness, the one unwilling to do anything for power. She had masterfully turned the tables on him.

If he refused, Aria would be the victor once again. She would have proven herself more ambitious, more determined, more willing to sacrifice everything for power. And he would be the one who was defeated, the one who set a line he was unwilling to cross. Weiran's eyes darkened with realization. He couldn't allow that. He couldn't admit defeat, he couldn't lose again. 

"You are more cunning than I imagined, sister," he said, his voice regaining its composure as he began to unbutton her shirt. "I thought you would back down, that you would show weakness."

Aria maintained her expression of reluctant submission, but her eyes shone with satisfaction. In addition to the political game, her pussy was already wet and aroused, seducing her own brother made her feel an unfamiliar pleasure.

"I will do anything for power," she replied softly. 'I would do anything to give my husband power.' And she added internally,

"Now it is your turn to prove the same." Aria then teased Weiran

Weiran finished undressing, his muscular body revealed. Despite having average talent as a knight, he had an excellent physique by the standards of this world. He approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Aria's

"Then so be it," he said, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between his sister's spread legs. "Our alliance will be sealed in the most ancient way."

As Weiran leaned over her, Aria took the opportunity to look at Weiran's cock. It was similar to Charles's cock, the difference being that while the emperor's was large and thick, Weiran's was a little smaller, but thicker than Charles's.

Aria bit her lips in anticipation of being penetrated quickly. She hid her desire to be penetrated on her face, but her body didn't follow her reasoning and her pussy got even wetter.

Inside the room and invisible in the shadows, Han watched everything with a perverted smile on his face. He noticed his wife's reaction when she saw Weiran's dick. He felt inferior to him. Another man who was much bigger than him would once again fuck his wife's pussy.

And he would once again be watching the woman being fucked and receiving a pleasure that he couldn't give, after all, his dick was currently shamefully tiny.

But it made him more excited.

Their bodies touched for the first time, sending an electric current between them. It wasn't just lust, it was power, manipulation, domination. Every touch was a declaration, every movement an attempt to establish control.

"Do you think you can manipulate me so easily, sister?" Weiran whispered as he slid a hand down Aria's body. "Do you think I'm so weak that I can be controlled by a woman?"

His large hands explored her body with a mixture of anger and desire, squeezing her breasts hard enough to leave marks. He had to admit, her body was perfect, soft curves, smooth skin, and an already visibly wet pussy that seemed to beg to be filled. He didn't intend to be soft with her. He had lost face during the courtship today and now the cause was here, naked and ready to be used by him. Even if it was a scheme he would make her realize who was boss.

Aria arched her back, her body responding to his touch even as her mind tried to stay rational. But her body, especially her pussy, was begging to be explored.

"It's not a question of weakness, brother," she replied, her voice a seductive whisper as she spread her legs wider, completely exposing her pink, wet pussy. "It's a question of recognizing that together we are stronger than apart."

Weiran positioned his thick cock at the entrance of Aria's pussy, rubbing the head against her wet lips, teasing her. He hesitated for a moment, not out of moral doubt, but as a last attempt to maintain control of the situation. He was afraid of giving himself too much to sex with that powerfully seductive body. 

"Do you really think you can play this game better than me?" he asked, his eyes staring straight into hers.

"I'm not playing, Weiran," Aria replied, wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into his muscular back to pull him closer.

"I'm winning. While I'm willing to give you my body, you're hesitant to accept." She concluded with a teasing giggle, rolling her hips to try to force him to penetrate her.

With a furious glare and a sudden movement, Weiran buried his entire cock inside her in one go, eliciting a real moan from Aria.

"MMMMMMM FUCKKKK!" she moaned, her eyes wide as her body tried to adjust to the sudden invasion. Her breathing became ragged, small moans of pleasure escaping between desperate gasps. "So... so... thick..."

The sensation of being filled so suddenly made her entire body tremble.

The physical act had begun, but the real battle, at least for him, was mental. Weiran set a brutal, punishing pace.

He might lose in political planning, but he was determined to fuck her until she begged him to stop, each thrust an attempt to dominate Aria, to make her submissive.

But with each thrust, she responded with equal intensity, her hips moving in perfect synchrony, refusing to be subdued.

"HMMMMM... is that all... you got... little brother? I thought it was more... impressive." Aria moaned at Weiran's thrust, she felt completely filled by his thick cock, but she couldn't help but tease

"You think you're in control," he gasped, holding her wrists above her head. "But I've always been ten steps ahead of you."

He said that, but he felt the opposite, Aria's pussy wrapped around his cock in a way he had never felt before. It was a heat that enveloped every inch of his cock and every time he moved back, he felt an instinctive urge to thrust into that pussy again.

Aria smiled sensually, still maintaining consciousness during sex. The pleasure was growing but had not yet dominated her

"hmmmmmm... If you were really..... in control," she replied moaning sensually with each thrust "you wouldn't be inside me now."

She then wrapped her legs tighter around his back, forcing his cock to penetrate her even deeper, hitting her most sensitive spot. "Fuck harder, little brother. Show me you're man enough." 

Weiran's expression hardened with challenge, and he increased the intensity of his movements, determined to make her lose control, to break her composure.

''UNNNGHHH... that's it... that's it... right there... HMMMMM! My dear brother... fuck me brother... prove that you're... not weak."

"Your pussy is so tight," he grunted, feeling the sweat drip down his body as he thrust with brutal force. "I bet that useless husband of yours has never fucked you like this."

"MMMMMM... you're right... AHHH... his cock doesn't compare... to yours..."

Weiran tried to distract himself from his thoughts, Aria's pussy made his cock feel like heaven. He had never fucked a pussy that accepted his cock calmly and asked for more. They always complained about how thick he was. At least he felt good inside, he was superior to his sister's husband. This motivated him to thrust harder.

But the harder he thrust, the more Aria seemed to calmly accept his strength, turning what should have been his domination into a desperate act. She smiled between moans, her eyes never leaving his, challenging him.

"You'll never beat me," Weiran said trying to control his moans. through his teeth, feeling his climax approaching.

"HMMMM... I already won," Aria whispered, moaning in his ear and pulling him closer. "The moment you took off your clothes."

Hearing his sister's sensual voice so close, feeling her hot breath on his ear and her moan, Weiran couldn't take it anymore.

"FUCKKKK I'M GOING TO CUM"

With a strong thrust he thrust deep inside her and began to cum hard, his cock throbbing violently as he spurted hot sperm into the depths of her pussy.

Aria hugged him as she felt his cock throb inside her, releasing jets of sperm, she whispered in Weiran's ear. "My dear brother... even old uncle Evander lasted longer than you. I expected more from you... but you... are a weak man."

Weiran was left with a mix of feelings.

First he was scared to learn that Aria had fucked his own uncle. At this moment he felt a new defeat, perhaps from the beginning Aria could have been planning to have sex with him and all her initial hesitation was just pretense. In the end he threw himself into the trap.

The second was a feeling of inferiority that burned in his chest. Being called a weak man stirred his masculinity in a way he had never experienced. He was a young prince with a thick cock. How could he be inferior to an old man?

Something inside him awakened, like a beast willing to prove his point he put Aria on all fours.

Even Han who watched everything while masturbating and who had already cum an unknown number of times, felt a change in his brother-in-law's aura

''If what you want is a strong man, then I will make you feel what a strong man is''

Weiran, determined to prove his masculinity, turned Aria abruptly, placing her on all fours on the bed. His cock, still hard and covered in their fluids, pressed against her entrance.

"You want a strong man, sister? I'll show you what real strength is," he said, gripping her hips tightly.

With one brutal movement, he slammed his cock all the way inside her again, eliciting a scream of pure ecstasy from Aria. The rhythm he set was savage, each thrust making her entire body jerk forward, her breasts bouncing violently.

"HMMMMM... is that all... you got... little brother? I thought you'd be more... impressive." Aria teased between moans, but her voice no longer held the same control as before.

"AHHH... FUCKKKK... are you trying to impress me? HMMMM... fuck me go on... fuck me harder," she moaned, pushing herself against him.

Weiran responded with a hard slap on her ass, the sound echoing through the room like a whip crack. "Shut up and feel it, you manipulative little slut," he continued to fuck her hard as he watched the red mark of his hand appear on her skin.

"Ah... Weiran... it's so... thick," she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "Spank me harder, go on, fuck me."

The slaps continued, one after the other, leaving Aria's ass completely red and hot to the touch. Each impact sent waves of pleasure mixed with pain through her body, intensifying the sensation of Weiran's thick cock thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy.

"Look at how your pussy is swallowing me," he teased, pulling back slightly to watch his cock glistening with her juices. "So wet and hungry for your brother's cock."

Aria felt the pleasure building quickly, her mind starting to cloud. She could no longer maintain the façade of control. Her entire body was shaking, and she could feel her orgasm approaching.

""OHH!! YES!! FUCK ME!!," she moaned, pushing herself against him, her body begging for more. "Fuck me like... if you hate me!"

Weiran smirked in victory, increasing the pace of his thrusts even more. He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around him, signaling that she was close to orgasm.

That last slap was enough to push Aria over the edge. She screamed in pleasure, her body shaking violently as the orgasm tore through her.

"WEIRAN! FUCK... I... AHHH!" she screamed, her pussy contracting and pulsing around his cock, squeezing him tightly as waves of pleasure consumed her.

Feeling her pussy contract tightly around him, Weiran couldn't hold back. With an animalistic grunt, he buried himself deep inside her and came for the second time, filling her with his hot semen.

"That's right, you slut... take all my cum... that's all you're good for!"

Panting heavily, they both lay still for a few moments, catching their breath. Weiran slowly pulled out, watching with satisfaction, her pussy was wider than normal and trembled involuntarily, leaking cum forming a puddle on the sheets.

Han, who was watching everything, came at the sight of his wife's pussy being broken, his little dick could never do that.

But Weiran wasn't done yet. Determined to show his total dominance, he positioned his head his cock, still half hard, against Aria's anus.

"Now, sister, let's see if you still have any doubts about who's in control," he said, starting to press against her tight entrance, he wanted to go dry, to cause brutal pain in her.

Aria, still dazed by the intense orgasm, could only mumble: "Weiran... what are you...?"

But before she could finish the sentence, Weiran pushed the head of his cock inside her ass with a firm movement, making her arch her back and let out a scream that mixed pain and a forbidden pleasure that she had never experienced before. It was the thickest cock that her little pink hole had ever felt.

"AHHHHHHH! STOP! IT'S TOO BIG!" she screamed, her entire body shaking with the brutal invasion.

"That's right, scream for me," Weiran whispered, forcing more of his cock into her, feeling the resistance of her tight asshole giving in to his invasion. "Show me how much you want this. Show me how much the little princess likes to have her ass fucked by her brother." 

Aria felt her entire body tremble as Weiran began to force his cock deeper and deeper into her tight asshole. The initial sharp, burning pain soon began to mix with an intense, forbidden pleasure she had never imagined possible.

"Ah... Weiran... it's so... big," she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. "It's tearing me apart..."

"HNNNNGGGG! WEIRAN... IT'S TEARING ME APART!" Aria moaned in agony, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

Weiran felt a wave of sadistic pleasure at the sight of her suffering. He held her hips tightly and pushed in a few more inches, reveling in every shiver of pain that ran through her body.

"Your ass is so tight, little sister... It's crushing my cock," he teased, slapping her ass violently. "You've never had anything this thick in here, have you? ANSWER!"

"N-no... AHHHHH! Never... this thick... UUNNNGHHH!" she replied between moans of growing pleasure and pain.

Weiran smiled victoriously, pushing himself deeper until he was completely buried inside her. "That's right, little sister. Feel every inch of your brother's cock inside your virgin ass."

Aria gave a small smile, she didn't know why he imagined her ass was virgin. Maybe he thought it was tighter than usual?

As if sensing her laughter, he began to move quickly, without Aria being able to get used to the size. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her moan uncontrollably.

"Watch this," he teased, slowing his pace slightly so she could feel every inch sliding in and out of her. "Little princess is starting to enjoy having her asshole ruined by her brother."

"N-no... UNNNGHHH... that's not true..." she tried to deny it, but her body betrayed her. Her breathing became heavier, her hips began to move subtly against him, seeking more.

"Your body doesn't lie, little sister," Weiran whispered, giving her ass another hard slap, watching with satisfaction as the red mark of his hand appeared on the pale skin. "You're becoming a little anal slut in front of me."

"You like this, don't you?" Weiran teased, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts, holding her hips firmly to keep her in place. "Do you like being fucked in the ass by your own brother? Tell me, you little slut!"

"Yes... yes... I like it," she finally managed to choke out between loud moans. "Please... more... fuck my ass harder!" Weiran laughed, slapping her already red and sensitive ass hard. "Beg for it, little princess. Show me how much you want to be my little anal slut." 

Something inside Aria broke in that moment. All the pretense of control, all the calculated manipulation, all the power play - it all disappeared in an overwhelming wave of pure, primal lust. 

"Please, Weiran!" she screamed, pushing herself against him desperately, wanting to feel more, wanting to be completely possessed.

"Fuck me like a whore! Destroy my ass, make me yours! I need it! I need your big cock in my tight little asshole!" 

Weiran felt a surge of triumph at his sister's desperate pleas. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back at an almost painful angle as he increased the force of his thrusts, his cock thrusting in and out of her ass at a furious pace.

"That's right, you slut," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Scream so the whole palace knows that you're mine now. That Quinn's princess likes to take it up the ass from her own brother!"

Aria screamed in pleasure, not caring if anyone could hear. Her entire body shook as another orgasm quickly approached. She slid a hand between her legs, finding her swollen clit and beginning to rub it frantically.

"Weiran! I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." she couldn't finish her sentence before the orgasm hit her full force, even more intense than the last. Her body convulsed violently, her asshole contracting in spasms around Weiran's cock as waves of pure pleasure washed over her.

Feeling Aria's asshole contract tightly around him in rhythmic spasms, Weiran could hold back no longer. With an animalistic growl that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he thrust himself deep into her one last time and came for the third time, filling her asshole with his hot seed.

"Take it all," he growled as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. "Every... damn... drop!"

They both collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhausted, their bodies covered in sweat. Weiran pulled out slowly, watching with wicked satisfaction as his seed dripped from Aria's abused, red asshole.

"Now, sister," he said, his voice hoarse and exhausted, "I think we understand each other perfectly."

Slowly coming to her senses, Aria glanced over her shoulder at Weiran, her eyes still clouded with pleasure, but with a glint of defiance returning to them.

"Brother... let's call this a draw..." she murmured, licking her lips sensually. "We'll do it one more time to decide the winner..."

Weiran wanted to counter-argue, to say that he had been the winner, that he had reduced her to a quivering mass of pleasure begging for his cock. But the truth was that he had enjoyed sex with her too much, he wanted to do it again, he

'Yes, we need a second round so I can understand her intentions... Yes, just that and nothing more.'

So he nodded, accepting the offer of a second round.