A Night of Passion for Walse's Twins Ch2

(... Continued)

Chapter 2: The Lord of All Lovemakings

“I love you,” said the siblings in unison as they slowly opened their eyes, their voices still dreamy. Then, both said with a sudden urgency, “I want you.”
Without further ado, they rushed at each other and began snogging like their lives depended on it. Siegmund’s amorous advances were met with eager desire. Siegmund quickly worked his hands to his twin’s small breasts and gently caressed them. How firm they were! How bouncy they were! How springy they were! How perky they were! How fair they were in shape and every other respect! Sieglinde gasped as a wave of electric pleasure traveled from her breasts all over her body. Siegmund arrested his movements.
“Don’t stop, go on!” murmured Sieglinde with a love-drunken voice. Siegmund obliged and commenced to very gently massage his sister’s breasts. As his hands brushed over her nipples, he felt that they had become as hard as diamond and as sharp and pointed as needles. He drew in his sister’s flowery fragrance. “You smell better than the heavenly fragrance of the world of the gods,” he said dreamily. Being so entranced by his bride and twin, he didn’t give much thought to the fact that he knew the fragrance of the gods’ sacred realm.
Sieglinde kissed her twin’s neck and fervently stroked his straight, smooth and muscular back. “Why should this masculine beauty be concealed any longer?” she whispered into his ear.
“Indeed. Then down with your attire as well!” he whispered back, and his hot breath on her ear and neck made her toes curl.
The siblings went to work on each other’s clothes. Already when Sieglinde’s upper body was half nude, Siegmund went around her and cupped her breasts from behind with his hands while trailing kisses down from the back of her head to the middle of her back. He gave her breasts just the right pressure to let her moan in pleasure but not hurt her at all. (But as you’ll see in a later chapter, he would have had to press a great deal stronger to hurt her.)
“Oh, Siegmund, how can you already please a woman so masterfully even though this is your first time?” said Sieglinde, already knowing the answer and only wanting to hear it.
“I can’t please a woman. I can please you, because I’m your brother; your twin brother.”
With that, he ripped down her garments from her upper body, and she stepped out of them altogether. Siegmund then hastily removed his clothes, and Sieglinde helped him. The way they had stripped while pleasing one another looked like a dance, so perfect did they work together. Then, they took a few steps back from each other and faced one another. There stood the incredibly handsome brother and the divinely beautiful sister totally nude in front of each other. Siegmund’s dick was already twitching, fully erect and hard as stone, ready to be buried inside his sister’s dripping wet pussy.
The siblings approached each other. Siegmund’s arousal increased by the second and his dick started spurting out loads of pre-cum. As she saw this, Sieglinde’s excitement went over the top, which had an unfortunate effect; by the time Siegmund had reached her and was urgently kissing her and stroking her breasts and thighs, her vagina had contracted very much.
“Stop, Siegmund, stop,” she said as she fell back from him and leaned against the mighty tree in the middle of the hall to steady herself. She bashfully looked down at her constricted pussy.
“It’s okay,” said Siegmund, “we won’t do anything that hurts you. I’ll aim a little lower the first time.”
He pressed her up against the tree and thrust his cock right between her thighs. As always, his aim was perfect. His dick was still spurting a lot of pre-cum. Although he was quick, some of it landed on Sieglinde’s abdomen and her chest before his penis vanished between her long, elegant and gracile legs. A few drops even shot well over her head. The copious amounts of pre-cum provided a lot of lubrication, which made it easy and pleasurable for Siegmund to thrust in and out between his sister’s thighs. He moaned slightly, so Sieglinde quickly went to work kissing him senseless lest he awoke her husband.
Siegmund was in Valhalla. The feeling of sticking his dick between his sister’s legs was exhilarating. Even during the very first thrust, he had to will himself not to cum. Sieglinde was equally aroused and almost had an orgasm the instant her twin’s cock vanished between her thighs and for several seconds thereafter which seemed like half an eternity. She felt in her clitoris whatever Siegmund felt in his dick, and aspect of their supernatural bond. It had always been like that; they always shared pain and pleasure, be it physical, spiritual, or mental. They shared their highest thoughts, their most intimate emotions, and their deepest longings and intentions with each other. But up to now, there had been something very odd. Whenever they had tried to sense where the other was or communicate with one another about finding each other or similar things, like who had taken Sieglinde captive and who had married her against her will, a mysterious fog lay itself on their otherwise so clear link. In fact, they weren’t able to use their bond to do anything that would have prevented the events of this night from occurring. This thought struck them in the right moment to suppress their impending orgasm.
“It was meant to be!” they said in wonder.
They looked up at the great boughs of the tree high above their heads, and then turned their gazes to the window where they could see the moonshine. They locked their lips, held one another’s hands, and slowly moved away from the tree while making rhythmic movements. Walse’s twins danced elegantly across the hall while making love in perfect harmony. They also turned round each other in graceful circles. They had to go slow, though, in order for Sieglinde to be able to give her twin-brother an effective thighjob. When they came to the window, Sieglinde had her back toward it, and her brother’s dick periodically came forth between the back of her thighs and glistened in the moonshine, sometimes shooting out a load of pre-cum or two many feet through the air.
Siegmund and Sieglinde broke off their kissing and started softly singing a song that they had often sung when they were children. They wistfully thought back to those bright days. Back then, it sounded cheerful, but now, their beautiful voices expressed it in a somber and tranquil tone. Siegmund danced his sister and bride around the tree and then to the fireplace, where their song ended in a heart-warming finale.
“I love you, Sieglinde,” said Siegmund after the song had concluded.
“And I love you, Siegmund,” said Sieglinde.
“Do you remember when we played in the woods and made friends with the animals and plants there?” said Sieglinde.
“And do you remember how they were somehow always more afraid of you initially than of me?” chuckled Siegmund. Sieglinde laughed softly.
After reminiscing a bit more, they let go of each other’s hands and resumed embracing and kissing, and soon, their breathing got heavy. Siegmund’s thrusts grew more vigorous, and Sieglinde also thrust her pelvis forth with ever greater force. Every time her clitoris rammed against her brother’s flat and hard abdomen with well-developed six-packs and no fat at all, it sent waves of pleasure through her body, waves that also emanated from Siegmund’s cock and filled the hero with pleasure, ‘cause he also felt in his dick what his sister felt in her clit. A mad desire for his bride and twin complemented his eternal love for her, and he started fucking hard between her thighs. The spurts of pre-cum his dick shot out got stronger and flew faster and further. A feeling like fire burning in his balls and penis and whole genital region became hotter by the second. Synchronously, Sieglinde felt as if a flame burned in her nether regions and threatened to consume her.
“Oh gods!” gasped Sieglinde. “If I’d ever done this to Hunding, he might have punished me, because – because –”
She would have screamed out the next words hadn’t it been for her brother’s smothering kisses. “Oh Siegmund!”
In the same instant, Siegmund called the name of his demigod sister and bride, similarly smothered by her kisses: “Oh Sieglinde!”
Sieglinde’s pussy exploded. She squirted and ejaculated out a hot stream of glowing girl-cum (probably a mixture of at least two fluids, see below) with such ferocious strength and speed that had the twins not embraced each other tightly, they would have flown apart. Without exception, whenever Sieglinde had an orgasm, she both squirted and ejaculated with great force. (The two aren’t the same, you know. You can read about that in the NewScientist article “Female ejaculation comes in two forms, scientists find”. As I get it, both involve fluid being expelled from the tip of the urethra, but the fluid of true female ejaculation is produced by the female prostate gland, whereas the fluid in squirting comes from the bladder). Every one of her orgasms was complete with every awesome genital activity that a goddess or elf woman or she-dwarf or mortal woman can do. Up to now, she had only ever done it alone, though her pleasure had extended to her brother thanks to her connection with him, of course. This time, however, was the first time she did it with her one and only lover, her own twin brother, and what she did is one of the most beautiful things a woman can do when being together with the love of her life at the height of passion.
In exactly the same moment that his sister ejaculated and squirted, Siegmund’s balls pulled up and his dick fired its main load. Twins in every respect! Although he knew that his sister wasn’t inferior to him in genital fire-power, the strength of her orgasm and her cumming still surprised Siegmund, so he tumbled backward and pulled Sieglinde with him. Long ropes the Allfather’s son’s seed were hurled straight across the whole hall and against the wall on the other side. So great was their speed thanks to Siegmund’s over-masculine dick that they punched holes into the wall and went directly through. As Siegmund fell backward with Sieglinde on him, his cannon turned upwards, and his projectiles punched a line of holes that ran from the wall of the hall upward to its ceiling.
The hero almost landed in the fireplace. His golden hair would have plunged into the burning embers hadn’t Sieglinde pulled it away just in time, gently, but in the blink of an eye. She lay on top of him, clasping him tightly, her genitals firing non-stop and lifting her hips off her brother’s by a few inches due to the recoil. Meanwhile, the handsome hero’s cock stuck up between the beautiful lady’s legs and shot Siegmund’s sperm upward like a machine gun. It was a veritable sperm-volcano erupting Plinian-type, propelling its white hot glowing volcanic bombs through the ceiling and up, up, up to the sky and above it into the realm of the gods. Like that, it came home, for Siegmund’s father was Walse and therefore Wotan, chief of the gods.
The siblings convulsed in the most intense orgasm that anyone had ever had in heaven or on earth. It was the lord of all climaxes, chief among the orgasms of gods, elves, dwarves, Men and everyone else. Walse’s eternally spiritually connected twin children telepathically made love the second time in their lives. Their one soul showered them with unimaginable bliss. In between the mental, the physical and the soul aspects of their orgasm, they saw stars and bright flashes of lightning and heard claps of thunder that sounded like music even though their eyes and ears had long shut down by this time. They writhed and undulated and clutched each other as if for dear life.
Minutes passed before their climax showed any signs of reaching its conclusion. Only gradually did their ejaculations, and squirting in Sieglinde’s case, become less violent. Sieglinde’s abdomen gently landed on her brother’s as her stream of girl-cum subsided. Siegmund’s fountain became less tall with every minute. When his bridal twin-sister had finally collapsed on him, his fountain reached only to the top of the hall, and he concluded with one final sperm spurt that went above the clouds just as Sieglinde’s vulva forced out the last load of female ejaculate and squirt-fluid in this round which would have dealt other men and even gods an incapacitating punch in the belly. With that, both twins passed out in peaceful bliss, and together, as one mind, they dreamed of most wonderful things.
To the dreaming siblings, lying together naked beside the fireplace covered in their sweetly fragrant cum, it appeared like half an eternity, but in truth, it was only ten minutes or so. But there was still much to do, and the night was long...

(Story continues in next chapter...)