Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 395: Chapter : 395: Forbidden Whispers In the Stall!

The bell had barely finished ringing when Elarion Voss dragged his twin sister into the rarely used staff-adjacent washroom on the third floor of Albinos Academy’s main hall. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind them. Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs as her brother pushed her into the farthest stall, locking it with a soft, decisive click.

Both in their academy uniforms. Elarion’s crimson blazer was slightly rumpled, the long red robe pushed back over his shoulders, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top. His silver hair was tousled, icy-blue eyes burning with that familiar, dangerous hunger. Elara’s own uniform—crimson blazer hugging her voluptuous chest, pleated black skirt, thigh-high stockings, and the flowing robe—looked far less composed. Her long white ponytail had loosened during their hurried escape through the corridors.

"Brother... someone might come in..." Elara whispered, voice already trembling, but her hands were already clutching the front of his blazer.

Elarion didn’t answer with words. He crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply, possessively. Their tongues slid together instantly, wet and hungry. The taste of him made her knees weak. She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound muffled only by the fierce kiss. His hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist through the blazer before sliding lower to grip her fat ass under the pleated skirt.

"Mmm—!" Elara whimpered, trying to keep quiet. She pressed her lips harder against his, attempting to swallow her own sounds as his fingers dug into her soft cheeks.

He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin just above her collar. Elara’s head fell back against the stall wall with a dull thud. One hand flew up to cover her mouth as a needy moan tried to escape.

"Shhh," Elarion growled against her throat, biting gently. "You wanted this. You were rubbing your thighs together all through class."

His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers pushing aside the damp fabric of her panties and stroking her already soaked folds. Elara’s eyes fluttered, thighs shaking. She bit down on her lower lip, forcing her mouth shut, but small desperate noises still leaked through her fingers.

Elarion dropped to one knee in the confined space, pushing her skirt up around her hips. He yanked her panties down just enough, exposing her glistening pussy. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her thighs, tongue lapping greedily at her clit.

"Nngh—!!" Elara’s hand clamped tighter over her mouth. Her other hand gripped his silver hair, hips twitching forward involuntarily. The wet sounds of his sucking and licking echoed obscenely in the small stall. She could hear footsteps somewhere down the corridor outside—students heading to their next classes.

*Please don’t let anyone need the washroom...*

Elarion sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, two fingers sliding deep inside her tight heat, curling against that spot that made her vision blur. Elara’s massive breasts heaved inside her white shirt and blazer. She pressed her forearm against her mouth now, biting down on the fabric of her sleeve to stay quiet. Her thighs trembled violently around his head as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

"Mmmph—! Mmm—!" Her muffled cries grew higher. Juices dripped down her thighs, soaking into the tops of her black stockings. Elarion devoured her relentlessly, groaning against her pussy like he was starving. The vibration sent her over the edge.

Her orgasm hit hard. Elara’s eyes rolled back, body convulsing as she came on his tongue. She kept her mouth crushed against her arm, stifling the scream into a long, broken whimper. Her pussy clenched and gushed around his fingers.

Elarion rose quickly, spinning her around. "Bend over."

Elara obeyed instantly, bracing her hands against the stall wall, arching her back. Her round, fat ass pushed out toward him, skirt flipped up over her hips. The red handprints from previous nights were still faintly visible on her pale cheeks. Elarion freed his thick, throbbing cock from his black trousers, stroking it once before pressing the fat head against her dripping entrance.

He pushed in with one smooth, powerful thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her tight, velvety pussy.

"Ah—!!" Elara’s mouth flew open. She immediately slammed both hands over it, biting her own fingers to choke back the loud moan. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming. Even after countless times together, her brother’s cock always filled her so completely.

Elarion groaned low in his throat, gripping her wide hips under the bunched skirt. "So fucking tight... always so wet for me, Elara."

He started moving—deep, steady thrusts that made her massive breasts swing heavily inside her uniform. The wet plap-plap-plap of his hips meeting her ass filled the stall. Elara’s eyes watered with pleasure. She kept her hands pressed desperately over her mouth, head bowed, ponytail swaying with every thrust.

"Mm—! Mmph—! Nngh—!" Each moan was strangled, barely contained. Every time he slammed in deep, hitting her cervix, her whole body jolted. Her pussy clenched greedily around him, creamy juices coating his shaft and dripping onto the tiled floor.

Elarion reached around, sliding his hand inside her open blazer and under her shirt. He roughly squeezed one heavy breast, pinching the stiff nipple through her bra. "Don’t stop squeezing me," he whispered hotly against her ear, leaning over her back. "Let your brother fuck you properly."

He picked up speed, pounding into her harder. The stall walls creaked faintly with the force. Elara’s knees buckled; she had to lock her elbows to stay upright. Her ass rippled beautifully with every brutal impact, fat cheeks jiggling against his pelvis.

Outside, voices passed by the washroom door—two girls chatting about homework. Elara’s eyes widened in panic, but her pussy only clenched tighter around Elarion’s cock. The risk made everything hotter.

Elarion didn’t slow down. He fucked her relentlessly, one hand mauling her breast, the other sliding down to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. Elara’s muffled sobs of pleasure grew frantic. She shook her head, trying so hard to stay silent, but the pleasure was too much.

"Cum for me," he growled, biting the back of her neck through her ponytail. "Cum on your brother’s cock like the needy little slut you are."

Elara’s whole body tensed. She pressed her face hard against the cool stall wall, both hands clamped violently over her mouth as her second orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting around his thrusting cock. Tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped down her flushed cheeks.

Elarion groaned, fucking her straight through it, hips snapping faster. The lewd, wet sounds were impossible to hide now. He pulled her upright slightly, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other still playing with her clit as he railed her from behind.

"Brother— mmph—! Too much—!" she managed to whisper brokenly through her fingers, voice hoarse and trembling.

He kissed the side of her face, still pounding deep. "One more. I want to feel you milk me."

His thrusts became shorter, harder, grinding against her deepest spots. Elara’s legs shook uncontrollably. Her massive breasts bounced wildly inside her disheveled uniform. Another wave built rapidly.

Elarion’s hand left her breast and moved to her throat, applying just enough pressure to tilt her head back against his shoulder. He kissed her sloppily over her shoulder, tongues tangling messily while he continued fucking her senseless.

That was it.

Elara came again, harder than before. Her scream was barely contained—muffled into a long, vibrating keen against her palms. Her pussy fluttered and clenched rhythmically around his thick cock, pulling him even deeper.

Elarion buried his face in her neck, groaning deeply as he finally let go. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse, filling her until it overflowed. He kept grinding slowly inside her, pushing every drop as deep as possible while they both trembled through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, only their ragged breathing filled the stall.

Elarion stayed buried inside her, arms wrapped tightly around her curvy body. He kissed her temple gently, then her ear. "Good girl... so quiet for me."

Elara whimpered softly, still trying to catch her breath. Her hands finally lowered from her mouth, revealing swollen, bitten lips. Cum was already leaking down her thighs, staining her stockings. "We... we need to clean up before someone—"

The sound of the main washroom door opening cut her off.

Both twins froze. Elarion’s hand quickly covered Elara’s mouth again as footsteps approached the row of stalls. He remained deep inside her, slowly grinding in tiny movements, keeping her on edge.

Elara’s eyes were wide with panic and renewed arousal. She bit his palm lightly, trying not to moan as another small aftershock rippled through her.

The footsteps paused... then continued to the other end of the room.

Elarion smirked against her neck and whispered, voice dark with promise:

"Looks like we’re not done yet, Elara."

Elara could help but moan at his words.

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END OF Chapter : 395 : FORBIDDEN WHISPERS IN THE STALL!

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