Goddess Tricked Me into a Breeding Mission (And I Love It)

Sara’s POV

Sara’s breath caught in her throat as she watched Lys lean in and capture Mira’s lips. A soft gasp escaped her, her eyes widening in a mix of awe and surprise. She hadn’t expected him to move so quickly, to bridge the gap of their relationship with such raw intensity.

The kiss deepened right before her, Lys’s hands still cupping Mira’s face, his mouth moving against hers with a hunger that made Sara’s stomach twist. Mira also melted into it, her small hands clutching at his shirt, her sobs turning to soft whimpers. It was passionate, almost desperate, like years of unspoken feelings were pouring out in that single moment.

Sara’s heart raced, a flicker of jealousy blooming hot in her chest. ’He hasn’t kissed me like that yet’, she thought, her fingers tightening on the sheet wrapped around her.

The kisses she and Lys shared had been fiery, sure, but this... this was different. It was loaded with emotion that made it all the more intoxicating. She shifted on her knees, feeling a fresh wave of heat pool between her legs as she watched Mira’s body arch slightly toward him, their tongues tangling visibly in the moonlight.

From the first time she’d laid eyes on Lys at the market, Sara had known he was special, strong, kind, with that quiet charm that drew her in like a moth to flame. She’d wanted him all to herself then, her body aching for his touch even before they spoke.

But as the days passed, getting to know his gentle nature, his loyalty to his own family, she realized he couldn’t be tied down to one woman. He was too rare in this cursed world, too valuable, meant to spread that warmth to many. She’d accepted it in her mind, even found it exciting, the idea of sharing someone so extraordinary with others.

But knowing it and seeing it unfold right in front of her were worlds apart.

And this? Him kissing his own stepsister, the taboo of it hanging thick in the air? It only made him more irresistible. Sara’s thighs pressed together involuntarily, her nipples hardening under the sheet as she imagined joining them, feeling Lys’s lips on hers again, his cock sliding back inside her while Mira watched or even participated. The way Mira kissed back now, hungry and eager, like she was claiming what she’d always wanted, stirred something primal in Sara.

Her pulse quickened, her skin flushing as desire surged stronger than before. She wanted him now, more fiercely, to feel that same intensity directed at her, to ride him again, her pussy clenching around his length, milking him until he filled her completely. The scene fueled her longing, making her ache to pull him away and remind him how good she felt, how wet she got just for him.

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The kiss lingered a moment longer, Lys’s fingers threading through Mira’s hair as he pulled her closer, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Mira’s tongue shyly met his, tasting salty from her tears, her small body pressing against him as if afraid he’d vanish. Sara watched, her own lips parting slightly, the sheet slipping just enough to expose the curve of her breast, her nipple stiffening in the cool air.

When they stopped kissing and parted, they both looked at Sara.

"See?" Sara said softly, her voice a little huskier than she intended, breaking the silence. She forced a smile, trying to sound supportive even as that jealousy gnawed at her. "That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?"

Mira blushed, glancing between them, but she didn’t pull away from Lys’s touch. "I... yeah. It feels.." Her hand stayed on his chest, fingers tracing small circles over his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin underneath, her thighs squeezing together as a warm tingle spread low in her belly from the kiss.

Lys turned his head slightly, catching Sara’s eye. "Sara, I..." He started, but trailed off, looking a bit guilty, like he sensed the shift in her. He realized he just kissed his own sister, in front of another woman who he was having sex with just minutes ago.

Sara waved it off with a light laugh, though it came out a tad forced. "No, it’s fine. Really. You two needed that." But inside, the ache grew. Watching them had lit a fire inside her, she needed to feel him, too, to reclaim that connection.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward, her hand brushing Lys’s arm, her fingers trailing down to his thigh, dangerously close to his rock-hard cock. "But... can I have a turn now? You left me hanging earlier, Lys. My pussy’s still wet from before."

Mira’s eyes narrowed just a fraction with surprise, her grip on Lys’s shirt tightening. She could feel his heartbeat quicken under her palm, and it made her own arousal stir, making her nightdress damp between her legs. "Wait, what? He just kissed me. You want to have sex, even though you saw us kiss like this? Are you crazy or what?! At least give us a second. His lips are still mine right now."

Sara raised an eyebrow, her competitive side sparking. She scooted closer, the sheet slipping a little more to reveal the swell of her full breasts, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.

"Oh, come on, Mira. Sharing is caring, didn’t you hear that? He’s not just yours anymore." Her tone was playful, but there was an edge to it; her body was still buzzing from the interrupted passion.

She reached out, her fingers grazing Lys’s crotch lightly, feeling his cock twitch at the touch. "Feel that? He’s hard for both of us. Let me taste him again, my mouth’s watering just thinking about sucking him while you watch."

"Huh, what kind of pervert are you?!"

Sara smiled and gave a wicked smile, "Not pervert, Mira. I just don’t want to steal him from you, not after I saw how much you want him. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to just back off. Got it? If anyone should back off, then it will be you. I was the first with him, not you."

Lys blinked, caught between them, his face flushing deeper. His breath hitched as Sara’s hand lingered, stroking his erect dick like she was patting a pet. "Guys, hold on, this is... I mean, we can talk about...."

But Mira wasn’t backing down. She shifted to face Sara, her cheeks still pink from the kiss, but her expression turning stubborn now. Her own hand slid down Lys’s chest, boldly cupping his balls under Sara’s hand, massaging them gently. "No way. You had him all to yourself before I walked in. Don’t touch him anymore. Now it’s my turn. Back off."

Sara chuckled, but it was low and teasing, her hand sliding up Lys’s thigh just enough to make him tense, her thumb circling the head of his cock where pre-cum had started to leak.

"Your turn? Sweetie, I was here first tonight. If you want him, then you’re going to have to share him with me. And look at him, he’s got enough for both of us, too. Thick and ready to serve. Imagine how good it’d feel if we both sucked him off, our tongues meeting on his shaft."

She leaned in toward Lys, her lips brushing his ear, hot breath making him shiver. "Right, Lys? You wouldn’t mind kissing me, too, would you? Let me grind on your lap while Mira watches how wet I get?!"

Mira huffed, pulling Lys toward her by his shirt, her free hand slipping under him to wrap around his hardening length, stroking slowly. "No! He kissed me because... because it’s special. You can’t just jump in! If anyone’s riding him next, it’s me..."

Lys tried to intervene, his hands raised, but his voice came out breathless, his hips bucking slightly into Mira’s grip. "Wait, both of you, this is getting... ah, out of han......"

He couldn’t finish the next words.