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Princess Limora quietly giggled to herself a little behind the bathroom door. She'd very deliberately 'forgotten' to make sure there were clean towels available before her shower. In fact, she'd actually made sure that all the clean towels were in the dirty hamper before even turning the water on. Now she danced slightly in anticipation just behind the door, dripping wet and with every inch of her pink-furred foxy body on full display, just waiting for any indication that her older brother, Prince Darte, was walking through the hall outside.

She'd been trying for _so_many years to catch his interest and get a little bit of more-than-brotherly love from him. They'd both been raised in almost complete isolation up here in the royal wing of the palace, and even though they were both adults now and could go into the town any time they chose, Limora still only had eyes for her brother. And she suspected that deep down, he felt the same way about her, even if she could never get anything more out of him than a glance and a blush.

This time would be different, though. She'd never dared to try anything _near_this blatant before. It would have to work. It just had to! How could he say no to her once he saw her dripping in the hallway, her pink fur wet and slicked down over her breasts and the generous curves of her hips?

Finally, all his inhibitions would be overcome and he wouldn't be able to resist coming to her, putting his lovely gray-furred hands on her, squeezing her breasts and then tracing his fingers down the line of white belly fur toward her--

What was that? Was that footsteps in the hall? It was! That had to be Darte!

Taking a deep breath to mentally prepare herself for the love-fest that was sure to follow, Limora opened the bathroom door and stepped confidently out, leaving her wet footsteps on the carpeted hall.

Darte froze in mid-stride, his eyes wide and staring. She could practically feel his gaze drinking in the sight of her naked body.

Holding one arm under her breasts and the other vaguely between her legs, Limora adopted the pose she'd just lately been practicing in front of the bathroom mirror. If it had the effect she was going for, she would _look_like she was protecting her own modesty ... but her arm would be holding her breasts up for him more than covering them, and she knew her other hand would be leaving tantalizing glimpses between her fingers. "Darte!" she gasped. "I... I just... There weren't any towels, so..."

He stared, a very promising blush rising on his cheeks. "Limora..."

She felt an answering heat building up in her own cheeks, and she took a hesitant half-step toward him. "... Yes?" That wasn't the only warmth she felt building. Soon, she'd have to actually cover herself between her legs, or Darte might see her dripping more than just shower water.

But he didn't say anything else, and he didn't match her slight approach with any movement of his own.

No matter. She could come to him. Her nerves were screaming from the anticipation of what might be about to happen, and she let it show in the way she walked, the way she looked back at him. If he interpreted this innocently, he'd just think she was nervous about being seen naked. If less than innocent, well, let him guess just how much she wanted him!

It wasn't until she let go of her breasts and reached out to touch his shoulder that he reacted at all ... and, unfortunately, he reacted quite_badly_. "No!" he yelped, swatting her hand away. "Limora! Brothers and sisters mustn't do such things!"

"What kind of things?" she asked, grinning coyly.

But he still blocked her from coming any closer. "No! Mother would kill us both, and then Grathwellen would have no heir!" He wavered back and forth for just a moment before turning resolutely away and stomping briskly back to his own private room. "We can never do that, Limora - stop tempting me!"

She winced as his door slammed shut. Damn and blast, this was _not_the reaction she'd been hoping for. His interest in her had been obvious for anyone to see, but he just couldn't get over that pesky little incest taboo.

Maybe if it weren't for Mother... Her mother, Queen Sendara, ruled all of Grathwellen with the same firm hand and stern glare she gave both of her children. That seemed like a universal constant that would never go away, even after both of them reached adulthood.

Was Darte really afraid of Mother's reaction, or was that just an excuse because he couldn't stand the idea of a little incest? Either way, it was incredibly frustrating.

Limora returned to her own room in a fine temper, fit to pace herself to death if she didn't find some way to calm herself down, and it surely didn't help that she hadn't had the foresight to keep a clean towel in her room, either. She had to rub herself dry with cast-offs and slightly-dirty court dresses from her laundry hamper, which only soured her mood further.

She'd have to find some way to relieve this stress and burn off this excess energy she'd built up before she drove herself mad!

The little box of adult toys next to her bed beckoned strongly ... but she also felt an odd sort of revulsion. She'd been so set on a new, mind-blowing experience with Darte. All her old, familiar toys seemed so ... dingy and pointless in comparison. What she needed was something fresh, something new, something she could get excited about! She needed a treat, not the same old thing once again.

And then she had it. Of course! The little 'novelty' shop on Darte Lane. One of many in the town, of course, but there was just something about bringing home a bag with an exciting new dildo inside it and Darte's name on the side. That was the treat she needed after missing out on the real thing. Perhaps she'd even find one that reminded her of him...

---

Limora arrived at Darte Lane Novelties and Curios wearing the most incognito clothes she could cobble together on short notice: a calf-length skirt and a hooded half cloak that did an excellent job of hiding her face ... even though it was a bit conspicuous in this lovely mild fall weather.

Still, no one had recognized her along the way, so that was good.

Inside, she found the shop much the same as when she'd been there last. When had that been? A month ago? Two months? No, more than that. It had been summer then, or perhaps late spring. Quite a hot day, and she'd been glad to get into the cool shade of the shop back then.

It was still dim and calming inside, and most of the display tables and mannequins remained unchanged from the last time she'd seen them.

Idly drifting through the shop, she let her eyes feast on the array of toys, tools, and outfits. And if her mind tended to wander in Darte's direction as she looked at them, so be it. She could just imagine the look he'd have on his face, watching her masturbate with that huge, crystal-clear dildo. And the idea of him strapping her into that complicated-looking sex swing, leaving her completely helpless and open to his every desire sent shivers through her, making her fur stand on end. And oh, that dark red lace outfit with the crotchless panties and garters would look lovely against her pink fur and would be sure to drive him into an irresistible lust until he just had to have her...

As she wandered into the very back of the shop, though, she saw something that stopped her in her tracks. Along the back wall, from inside a glass display case, Darte's face looked out at her!

She stared back, gaping, until she noticed that he wasn't moving at all, until she saw the vacant, glassy look in his eyes. Was that ... a doll? It was so realistic, and entirely life-size! They'd gotten his every detail so perfectly - his velvety grey fur, the pink patches on the tip of his nose, the exact cut of his dress uniform...

Now she knew exactly what she needed to buy today. If she couldn't have the Prince Darte, she could at least have _a_Prince Darte. She wondered if they'd gotten the details below his clothing right. She'd only managed to catch glimpses now and again, but those quick images were burned into her mind so thoroughly that she was sure she'd know if the details of this doll were even the slightest bit off.

"Can I help you with something, Miss--?" The moment the bunny shopkeeper saw her face behind the hood, he quickly cringed down into a sketchy kind of a bow. "I mean Your Highness!"

"None of that please," she told him. It annoyed her to no end when people bowed to her. She wasn't even the heir, much less the queen! "I'm only here to shop."

He nodded obsequiously. "Of course, of course. Please, feel free! I am at your service, Your Highness."

She sighed ... but he'd distracted her to look away from the Darte doll long enough and see her own doll.

It was a perfect copy of her, almost like looking in the mirror. Just an incredible level of detail! She glanced at the shopkeeper - a skinny orange rabbit - then nodded toward her doppelganger in the display case. "These are ... interesting."

The shopkeeper blanched. "I ... I'll remove them right away, Princess! I'm terribly sorry you had to see that! I'm just a sales clerk here, and I'm not in charge of what inventory gets sent to--"

"No, no," she said, shutting him up instantly. "It's quite alright. Actually, I'm kind of flattered."

Letting out a sigh of profound relief, the shopkeeper stood up a little straighter and took his nervous energy down a couple notches. "I'm glad you feel that way, Your Highness. These have actually been some of our best sellers lately, despite the price. You and your brother are quite popular with the people, after all." He stared up at her, obviously searching for approval.

All she would give him was a barely-perceptible nod of her head. She was _definitely_going to get one of the Darte dolls for her own entertainment, and to the Dark Pits with what the shopkeeper might think of her purchasing one.

It was the doll version of herself, though that was giving her certain ideas. Very interesting ideas...

"How much?" she asked brusquely.

To his credit, the shopkeeper didn't so much as blink an eye at the idea of her buying one. Either he was naturally well-suited to this line of work, or he'd seen so much already that this seemed tame by comparison. "They're listed for nine hundred goldbits each..."

As the shopkeeper paused, conspicuously trying to gauge her reaction, she raised one eyebrow. It was an exorbitant price, even for a piece of work this perfect. The same amount could probably purchase every last piece of other inventory this store carried, leaving all the shelves bare. Not that she couldn't afford it, of course. Her royal allowance was quite generous. Still, she hadn't been raised to simply throw money away. Her eyebrow raised farther as the shopkeeper extended the silence.

Finally, he broke. "But, of course, Darte Lane Novelties wants to support the royal family in any way we can. We'll be taking a slight loss, but I think I can offer you a price of eight hundred goldbits without risk of my employer kicking me out to the curb..."

He was not a very good liar. Limora had been born and bred to flow in court circles, and she'd been spotting better liars than him since she was four years old. Still, he was being very polite about it, and she couldn't fault him for wanting his own little commission out of the deal.

"One of each, please." She smiled as the shopkeeper's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "And I'll need them delivered in discreet packaging to my personal suite in the palace as soon as possible."

"Y-yes Your Highness!" he stammered, already scuttling away to set that into motion. Yes, he certainly deserved his own little commission. The little fellow moved with admirable haste. If only a quarter of the palace servants put that much effort into their jobs...

Authorizing payment was as simple as writing out a bill to the royal exchequer, and then she was on her way.

She'd have to stop by some of the higher-end clothing boutiques on the way home, after all. She needed two perfectly matching dresses in her size if this little plan of hers was going to work. Oh, and some unusual new makeup.

---

"I got you a present!" Limora said excitedly, her tail swishing under the short blue skirt she'd worn just for this occasion. Not as short as the purple one her present would be wearing, though...

Darte looked at her with outward skepticism, but she didn't fail to notice the way his eyes lingered on her generous pink thighs, even as he gave her that look.

"Come on! Come on!" she said. "It's already in your room!"

"I don't know..." He glanced around as if to check whether anyone was watching them. "You know that Mother expects me to make an appearance at court today, and it starts in just a few minutes."

"It won't take long, and I promise_that you'll like it!" She beamed at him with a winning smile, wringing her hands together in front of her skirt in a way more reminiscent of a little girl than the grown woman she was supposed to be. It also just _happened to press her boobs together and make them jiggle a bit inside the tight top she'd worn for him. She _knew_her nipples would be poking right through the thin white fabric - she'd iced them moments before he came in, just to make sure of that.

Darte bit his lip a little. Yes! It was working! After just a moment more hesitation, he gave her a hasty nod. "Okay, okay. But it better not be like last time, when your 'present' was supposed to be a blowjob. That's very inappropriate, you know, and I can't accept anything of the sort."

"Nothing like that, silly!" She giggled and swirled around, preceding him into his room ... and she _knew_that her tail would be lifting the back of her skirt up, maybe even enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath.

Once Darte followed her into his suite, his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open at the size of the massive, wrapped-up box in the middle. It was as big as a refrigerator, maybe even a little taller, and completely wrapped up in pink wrapping paper, with a big purple bow on the front of it.

"Read the tag! Read the tag!" Limora said, bouncing up and down a little. She _was_certainly excited enough to bounce ... but she also knew it would set certain other things bouncing, and she'd never waste an opportunity to draw her brother's eyes.

He gave her a skeptical glance then leaned in close to read the gold-foil tag on the side - the one she'd had printed out especially for the occasion. "To my dear brother Darte, in case you ever feel lonely and wish your sister was there with you." He sighed. "Limora, I don't have time for any of your--"

"If you don't have time, open it faster!"

Shaking his head, he groaned. "Fine."

His sharp nails made quick work of the wrapping paper, soon revealing the surprise inside. Staring out at them both, from the open side of the box, was that near-perfect copy of Limora, gazing blankly outward.

Darte just stared at it for a long while, his face nearly as blank as the doll's.

"So, what do you think?" She beamed. "Do you like it?"

"Limora, I..." He gulped. "Where the heck did you find this? Did you have it custom made?"

"It's anatomically accurate. Believe me, I checked!" She leaned in and gave him a suggestive wink. "Crazy accurate, really. Looks exactly like me."

Even as he reached toward the doll, he said, "This really isn't an appropriate kind of thing to be giving to your brother." He touched the skirt and began to lift it up slightly, as if she wasn't right there watching him. "I know people say, 'You really shouldn't have,' but you really shouldn't have."

She swatted his hand away before he could lift the doll's skirt up high enough to see anything.

"Hey! What the hell, Limora?"

"Brothers and sisters mustn't do such things," she chided back in a mocking tone, throwing his words right back at him.

He glared, rubbing the back of his hand where she'd slapped him and giving her quiet a glare, but he made no retort.

Before he could come up with some kind of comeback for that, Limora spun around and sashayed away, giving her hips an exaggerated swing that would make her skirt swish up. She'd been practicing that one for months!

After she shut her brother's door behind her, though, she broke out into an excited little giggle as she trotted down the hallway to her own suite. She knew even better than he did that he didn't have time to fool around with that doll before court opened. Maybe he'd have time for a quick grope or a peek up the doll's skirt, but that was it. Only enough time for a bit of teasing, just enough to keep him on edge during court. He'd have to hurry if he wanted to get all the regalia suitable for the Heir of Grathwellen and make it to the throne room before court began. She'd calculated it perfectly. Now the whole time all those fancy people were dancing their diplomatic dances around him, he'd be thinking of nothing but that doll back in his room. And meanwhile... She giggled to herself again. Meanwhile, she'd be moving on to the second part of her little plan.

---

Limora took one last look in the bathroom mirror. This had to be perfect if it was going to work, but it also had to be quick. If Darte was as excited about getting back to the doll as much as she hoped he'd be, he'd find some excuse to slip out of court early. That meant he might be coming back any minute, and if she wasn't prepared before he came back, all would be lost.

The faint lines of makeup she'd applied were perfect, she decided. They mimicked the seams of the doll quite exactly. And, of course, the short-skirted dress she wore was absolutely identical to the doll's. Hastily, she shoved her makeup supplies back into their shelves and headed for her brother's room.

Once there, she went straight for the doll. When she went to lift it out of the box, though, she found that it was accurate in more than just looks. It weighed the same as her as well, or very nearly. Maybe she should have conspired with one of the servants and gotten some help? They'd certainly been quite helpful in delivering her gift-wrapped box to her brother's room. Oh well, no time for that now. She hefted the doll heavily onto her shoulder, shaking it into place for the trip down the hall and into her own room, where it could keep the Darte doll company, hidden in her wardrobe.

But then a noise came from outside the room. The hall door opening!

Darte was back already! And his bedroom door was still open! He'd be able to see inside in mere seconds!

Panic clutching at her heart, Limora looked desperately all around the room, her eyes locking onto Darte's wardrobe. There! That would do! She rushed over there, dumped the doll unceremoniously inside, then sprinted back across the room to the box, where she carefully stepped inside and took the exact position the doll had been in.

And not a moment too soon. Just as she put on her best blank-eyed stare, Darte came bursting into the room.

It took all the willpower she had not to track him with her eyes as he discarded item after item of royal finery, showing more and more of his well-sculpted grey body. It wouldn't do for him to catch the 'doll' watching him undress.

He didn't go straight for her once he was down to his undershirt and boxers, though. First, he crept back over to the door and cracked it open. The door wasn't in her field of view, but she could only imagine that he must be peeking out to make sure nobody was spying on him. Probably looking out for Limora specifically, actually. She resisted the urge to grin. If only he knew just how close she really was...

Evidently satisfied that he wouldn't be interrupted, Darte closed and locked the door, with all the locks. She heard at least three distinct clicks. Oh yes, he was getting ready for something naughty. Limora knew perfectly well from her experience listening at the keyhole that her brother only bothered with one_lock when he was merely masturbating ... sometimes two locks if she'd been teasing him a lot and he was likely to moan out her name when he came. But all _three locks ... that was unheard of. It was a very good sign indeed.

Finally, Darte approached her. At first, he just stood there, looking at her. She was extra careful not to move, even breathing extremely slowly and shallowly so he wouldn't see her chest - and its generous amount of cleavage - rising and falling. When he licked his lips slightly, that was already enough to get her juices flowing down between her legs. Hopefully, when the time came, he'd just assume that was a feature of the sex doll.

Her whole body tingled as he slowly drifted closer, and she hoped he wouldn't notice her fur standing on end.

And he came close indeed, almost close enough to kiss her. _Definitely_close enough to touch her, and touch he did! First, it was just a hand on her waist, but that hand quickly slid its way up the front of her cute little dress to cup one of her breasts. He bit his lip again. She hadn't worn any sort of bra underneath, and he was getting a near-perfect feel of her ... no doubt marveling at how realistic the doll felt. His other hand traced downward...

As if the thrilling swells of pleasure from _finally_having her brother squeeze her breasts wasn't enough, the way his hand drew nearer sent an atavistic chill through her. She struggled to show no outward sign of it.

His hand soon went below her skirt, sliding along the bare fur of her thigh, curling across the broad curve. And then that hand started going back up. Limora had to use all of her willpower to avoid showing how excited she was getting as her brother's hand found its way up her skirt, finally coming to rest on the warm, wet bulge of her pussy, tightly wrapped in a tiny pair of purple panties that matched the purple dress.

He rubbed her there, and it was too much - she twitched slightly, stifling a gasp.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice. Perhaps the feel of her pussy was distracting him from everything else. She sure hoped so, and not only because it would give her a little slack in the need to act perfectly lifeless. Limora wanted him to be obsessed with her, enamored with her. She wanted him to fuck her. Finally, after years of trying, maybe she was about to get her deepest wish.

Darte got down on his knees in front of her, blatantly lifting up her skirt and looking underneath it now. Goddess, she was so turned on. Her juices must practically be pouring out of her down there. She could feel the heat of his gaze down between her legs ... or was that the heat of her lust?

Either way, it doubled - tripled - when she felt him taking hold of the waistband of her panties. She did her best to avoid shivering as he pulled down, gradually revealing her little mound and pussy lips.

Once he had the panties down around her thighs, he touched her again, this time sliding one finger up the slit between her pussy lips. If she could feel how soaking wet she was down there, he surely could as well. "So realistic," he mumbled to himself. Impulsively, he stuck the finger in his mouth. "By the Goddess... It even tastes like real pussy!"

He stood up suddenly, forcing Limora to focus eyes-front as fast as she could.

Darte then paced back and forth a little, glancing between her and his own bed over and over again, biting his nails a bit in the kind of nervous habit she liked to tease him for. No teasing this time, though. Not if she was going to keep up her ruse.

"Yiff it," he said finally, stopping in his tracks. "Nothing wrong with that. Just a fancy kind of masturbation."

Yes! Was he really going to do it? Was she finally going to find out what it felt like to have her brother's gorgeous cock inside her?

Hefting her up with surprising strength, Darte hauled her over to his bed. She did her best to remain limp and lifeless ... though in his current frame of mind, he might not have noticed anything unless she kicked and screamed. He laid her down on the bed with surprising gentleness. A sign of affection? Or did he just not want to damage the potentially fragile doll?

First, he pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs. He had to shimmy them side to side to get them over the thick swells of her thighs, but he seemed to enjoy that, giving her plenty of contact from his hands as he did it.

Then he pulled her dress upward, all the way upward. She had to suffer through the awkwardness as he pulled it up and over her arms, even though it would have been _so_much easier if she could just squirm out of it on her own. The urge to help him was strong - she wanted to feel what was coming next even more than he did. But of course, she just had to wait, letting herself stay as limp as she could, while he struggled with it.

Finally, he had her naked. For just a moment, he looked down at her, licking his lips. Then his hands came down, exploring every inch of her ... but not every inch equally. He seemed particularly enamored with the bright-pink nipples poking out of the velvety white belly fur of her breasts, and he seemed to love following the line between her pink and white fur down the slight curve of her belly, all the way down, until he would cup the burning wet need of her pussy in his hand over and over again. Once, he even ventured a finger inside. "It's so warm," he said to himself, his eyes going wide. "Where did Limora even get a doll like this?"

She just bubbled with inner satisfaction and tried to keep her pussy from pulsing around his finger in a tell-tale sign that she was no doll.

His hands went over her faster and faster, gripping harder, rubbing more firmly, lingering longer and longer on her hot, wet pussy lips. Until finally he couldn't take it anymore - he shot back up and stood next to the bed, shrugging his shirt off and shucking off his boxers.

Limora could only see the barest hint of it out of the corner of her eye, but there was only one thing that could be so red and so bouncy as it popped out of his shorts like that. She had to remind herself to remain still instead of getting up and pouncing on him.

That was fine - he pounced on her soon enough. Grabbing her legs, he hauled her around to the edge of the bed and spread them open. He was in between her legs now - his cock twitching for her and just inches away from where she so desperately wanted it. This was it!

He didn't put it inside her right away. First he ran his hands up and down her body a couple more times, lingering in all his favorite places and even running his fingers through her hair. His hands ended up cupped around the curve at the very bottom of her belly, just above her pussy ... until they suddenly jerked around her body to grip onto her hips.

When he finally entered her, he was not_gentle about it. He just jammed the pointed tip of his cock right into her pussy. If she hadn't been so worked up and ready, it would have hurt terribly. Thankfully, though, it was just a tad uncomfortable and very, very _sudden.

The heat of him filled her. He'd jammed his cock all the way inside her on the very first thrust, his sheath pressing up against her clit and pussy lips as his slick girth wedged her open and stretched her entrance. It was all she could do to keep from crying out in lustful triumph. Finally her brother's cock was inside her! Finally she knew what it felt like! Finally she belonged to him, and he belonged to her!

As Darte first began thrusting into her, she was shocked with how roughly he used her. But between one bounce and another against his soft bed, she suddenly understood. He wasn't fucking her like he'd fuck his sister - if he could ever be persuaded to do that at all - he was fucking her like a fuck doll.

And that meant that he didn't care the slightest bit how she felt - he was just doing whatever his own urges and pleasures wanted. Apparently, that meant pounding heavily into her, stretching her pussy around his healthy girth in a way that would have her moaning in ecstasy and screaming for mercy if she didn't have such an overwhelming reason to keep quiet.

"Mmm, yeah," he squeezed out between deep, labored breaths. "You like it like that, don't you, Limora?"

It wasn't quite the tender lovemaking she'd imagined ... but yes, she did like it. If only she dared tell him so...

Before she became overwhelmed with the temptation to look into his eyes and tell him exactly how much she loved being pounded by his cock, he pulled out of her. She involuntarily shuddered a little at the sudden lack of sensation, but luckily he didn't notice.

He was too busy manhandling her, flipping her over onto her belly and leaving her bent over the edge of the bed. That left her feet and toes in an uncomfortably cramped position ... she risked a slight motion - one he could probably dismiss as being caused by gravity - to reposition herself just a little.

And just in time. He hoisted her tail with one hand, and his cock slid into her again, this time from behind - no more gently than before ... though now with everything so slickened, it was much easier to take.

That was a good thing, too, because he thrusted into her again and again, his hips slapping against her thick round ass cheeks. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow ... but for now, it just felt incredible. He was just making her so overwhelmingly his. Her body eagerly took everything he could give. It as if everything inside her was rearranging to suit the one purpose of pleasing her brother's cock. It filled her completely, and everything in her was absolutely devoted to the sensation of it pushing in and out, in and out.

Darte didn't stop there, though. As he bounced her over the bed, the hand holding her tail wandered lower and lower. Finally, his thumb came all the way down to her asshole. He started rubbing little circles around it. "Yeah, is that the way you want it? You're such a little slut, Limora."

Her eyes went wide as his thumb poked decidedly into her. She couldn't help it - she'd never had anything in that hole before! Luckily, though, her face was pointed away from him. He wouldn't be able to see her reaction.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" He moved his thumb in circles inside her as he kept pounding her pussy. "What's that, Limora? You want it there? You want your bother's big cock in your ass?"

Her eyes widened even more as she felt him pulling both his cock and his thumb out. Darte couldn't possibly be about to--

She did_gasp a little bit when he callously shoved his cock into her ass. Thankfully he didn't hear. For a moment, she was completely lost, flabbergasted at how her own brother could treat her so carelessly ... until she remembered that he wasn't treating _her this way - he thought he was doing this to a mere doll.

It still hurt, though. Her tight little virgin asshole was not ready for anything the size of Darte's cock ... especially when he was using it so forcefully and so suddenly!

But she didn't have a choice. There was nothing she could do about it without giving up her ruse. She couldn't even imagine the fallout that might come from revealing her trick at this point. Mother really might kill them both!

"Yeah, you little slut. You like it like that?" Darte gave her a particularly hard and sudden thrust, making the whole bed shake with the impact. "You're really taking it like a good slutty little sister!"

She _was_starting to enjoy it a little bit, if she was being honest with herself. The incredible feelings of warm fullness and stretching inside her nearly made up for missing out on the feel of his cock sliding along her inner walls. Maybe she could have thoroughly enjoyed this if he'd started off slow and worked her up to it ... if it didn't hurt so much.

Thankfully, it didn't last too long, and he didn't try to knot inside her ass. Unfortunately, the alternative might have been even worse.

He yanked his cock out, leaving her ass gaping, and pulled her off the bed, rolling her over as he did so. She ended up with her head resting on the edge of the bed. Darte's dirty cock was right in front of her face.

"Now clean my cock off like a good little slut," he said, prying her mouth open.

She didn't dare do anything other than stare blankly ahead as Darte's cock - still tasting and smelling very much of the inside of her own ass - slid into her mouth. How many times had she fantasized about giving her dear brother a blowjob? But not like this, not like this...

Still, it wasn't _that_bad. The taste and smell soon either dissipated or she simply got used to them, as horrible as that thought was. And then what was left was Darte cramming his thick cock into her mouth, his much thinner tip sinking deep into her throat.

"Oh fuck yeah," he moaned. "I've wanted this so long..." Grabbing her hair roughly, he held on tight and fucked her mouth, fucked her throat, still treating her as carelessly as he would treat a doll.

Thankfully, though, she'd practiced for this. She'd trained her throat with all manner of things, including the closest, most realistic dildo versions of her brother's cock she could get her hands on. If being a princess didn't work out, she could always go into a second career as a sword swallower. All she'd ever had to do in the past to suppress the gagging and choking was to pretend the thing in her throat really was her brother's cock. Now she didn't even have to pretend. That meant she wasn't about to give up her ruse by coughing ... though she knew from experience that treating her throat this roughly was going to leave her hoarse tomorrow.

Soon, though, every thrust into her mouth began to feel a little different. The base of his cock was forcing her lips farther and farther apart with each push. It was swelling! His knot was beginning to grow - he was close!

Briefly, Limora panicked about what would happen if he came in her mouth. She wouldn't be able to swallow it or spit it out without him realizing she wasn't a doll, but she'd have to do something, or she wouldn't be able to breathe!

That wasn't a problem though, because it turned out that Darte had other plans. He pulled out of her mouth with shocking suddenness, then lifted her by the shoulders and threw her belly-down onto the bed.

She lay flat and limp as he came up behind her, lifting her tail again. His cock slipped up between her thighs from behind.

"Are you ready for it, slutty little sister?" he asked, his cock sliding into her pussy effortlessly. His whole body lay on top of her as he pushed all the way in, stretching her pussy lips around his growing knot. "You ready to get pregnant?"

It was a good thing she was facing away from him again, because her eyes shot open wide at the sound of that. Surely he wouldn't dare_think of doing that? But of course he would. To him, she was just a fuck doll, and he was just living out a little fantasy. Not that she hadn't had _exactly the same fantasy on many an occasion, but she wasn't ready for it yet! Nor, to her chagrin, had she prepared for this. There was a potion, effective if taken just before lovemaking or within a few hours after ... but she hadn't thought to take one.

Darte's knot flared even wider just inside her desperately wet entrance. It stretched her nearly to the point of pain, and she knew there would be no pulling out now, not even if both of them wanted him to. No going back. This was going to happen, no matter what.

"You ready? Are you going to take my cum like a good little slut? Ready to get pregnant from your brother?"

Yes, she wanted to scream back to him. Yiff it! If this was happening, she would _enjoy_it. How many times had she dreamed of her brother letting loose inside her, fantasized about his cum pouring into her womb and, and--

Darte let out a huge, guttural moan, louder than anything he ever did while jerking off, and Limora felt the first surge of her brother's cum flowing into her. It wasn't as if she could feel the thick stream of it spraying against the inside of her womb or anything. But she could feel, deep inside her, a sudden blossoming of warmth and a sumptuously wet, squishy feeling that spread even as she felt Darte's cock pulsing again.

With every new throb of her brother's tightly-sealed cock, that warmth inside her grew. It grew into an illicit, unspeakable sense of fullness and completeness inside her, the pressure swelling as her brother pumped his every last drop into her eager womb.

Darte trembled and convulsed a little on top of her, his hands gripping her tight ... and she very easily could have been driven to orgasm herself, but she held it off with her last desperate dregs of willpower. Sex dolls do not suddenly squeeze down on the inside, cry out, and go into shaking fits of ecstasy. She absolutely needed to restrain herself.

And she just barely managed to do so. It helped that her brother's cock was slowing down, only giving her one little pulse every couple breaths or so ... until it finally stopped entirely.

His knot still hadn't receded, but he pulled his cock out anyway. She almost yelped in pain as the thick round bulge at his base threatened to tear her open. Darte never would have done that to the real her, she knew... She had to remind herself that he only thought she was a doll, and he was using her as such.

Darte stood up behind her, admiring his work. Would he be able to see cum dripping from her pussy? She had to assume so. It felt like he'd filled her with so much of it.

"Look at you, leaking like the little cumslut you are." He reached out and grabbed one of her ass cheeks, squeezing it and spreading her pussy open a little. "Do you feel it, huh? You feel pregnant yet?"

She did. She was no virgin, and she'd never before put any credence to 'feeling pregnant' or not. But she felt it now. She felt like she'd be safe to bet every bit of jewelry in her hutch on it.

Darte flopped down on the bed next to her, hugging her close. "Damn that felt good..." He squeezed one of her breasts again. "This thing is so amazing. I've got to find some way to thank her for it ... and find out where she got it."

Limora just tried to enjoy the feeling of her brother's cuddling. Though he didn't know it, that was thank-you enough.

As he cooled down from his orgasm, though, he suddenly began to think more rationally. "Wait ... what am I even doing with this thing?" He got up from the bed and paced a little. She could hear his footsteps padding across the soft carpet. "I'd better find someplace to hide it..."

A moment later, Darte picked her up again, carrying her toward ... the wardrobe!

Electric panic shocked through her. No! Not there, anywhere but there! But, of course, where else would he hide her? Under the bed? The wardrobe was the most obvious and quickest choice - the same reason she'd stuffed the actual doll in there. And now he was making exactly the same choice!

Oh yiff! Oh yiff! Oh yiff, she thought, as she heard the wardrobe door opening. He's going to find out!

"Huh?" he said, freezing in place just as he was about to toss her in. "Why'd she get two dolls, and why did she hide one in here?"

Limora had to force herself not to stiffen. She had to remain still and limp. Please oh please, don't figure it out!

He shrugged, making her bounce on his shoulder a little. "Limora can be such a weirdo sometimes, though two dolls might be even more fun. I guess I'll ask her about it later. For now..."

She tumbled into the wardrobe next to her doll copy and barely had time to surreptitiously make sure none of her fingers were in the way before the door slammed shut on top of her.

In a world of cramped darkness now, she peered out through little ventilation slits in the wardrobe. Darte put his boxers and undershirt back on, then straightened up the sheets on his bed.

Hopefully now, he would go to dispose of the box and wrapping paper ... or maybe go off to the bathroom. She _desperately_needed an opportunity to sneak out. She'd have to get one of the contraceptive potions within an hour or two, or it would be too late to work. At least the doll still had its clothes on. Maybe if she was _very_careful, she could take off the doll's dress and put it on herself. Then she wouldn't have to be worried about being seen naked in the hallway, sneaking out of her brother's room...

And then, of course, there was the matter of Darte now thinking there were two dolls. She'd have to rush down into the city again and have another doll delivered, and she'd have to do it before_Darte wanted to play with his 'doll' again. Who knew what he'd think if the doll wasn't quite as realistic as the first time, but he'd _definitely know something was up if one of the two dolls just vanished without a trace.

Or maybe she should remove the doll from the wardrobe as well. Darte would surely think it was weird if both dolls went missing, but at least that would never lead him to suspect that one of them hadn't been a doll at all...

Darte flopped onto his bed and grabbed a book from the nightstand next to it. No! Please, anything but that! He might end up lying there and reading for the rest of the day!

And that would leave her ... where? Hiding in his wardrobe and very, very pregnant, that's where. She'd have to come clean then. It wasn't the kind of thing that could be hidden, and since she was a princess, everyone would have to know the identity of the father... She gulped. Oh yiff... Oh yiff...

Her only hope was that he'd picked a boring book and might fall asleep soon. The clock was ticking. That warmth deep inside her belly was settling in to stay.

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