Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

<Erogasmic Archfiend Mutation (Divine class): A rare demonic mutation that only appears in certain members of the dragon race, Erogasmic Archfiends possess the unique ability to uplift, seduce and entice those around them with their voice alone. They can also cast illusions and outright suppress their foes' physical abilities.

As a divine-class constitution, the Erogasmic Archfiend Mutation offers overwhelming physical prowess—including extreme speed, strength, elasticity, and reaction time. Owners typically also possess the divine-class Erogasmic Demon Flame and formidable Ero Guru prowess.

The first time of an Erogasmic Archfiend can help templars and gurus alike make a massive leap in Sid level. And when the Human Aphrodisiac unites with an Erogasmic Archfiend, even without meditation skills, they can unlock Tyrant-class Ero Guru prowess.>

As Ishtar threw herself into Mithras' arms, the system's reminder echoed in his mind. But Mithras ignored it, absorbed by the feeling of his sister's massive breasts pressing his chest while her lips pushed into his.

So far, it was always Mithras who initiated things. But overwhelmed by the setting and declaration, Ishtar couldn't help herself, throwing herself at her beloved bro. Mithras didn't mind, welcoming his sister's response, and backpedaling as he led her towards their nuptial bed.

Framed by an elaborate set of candlelight, the velvet-sheeted bed was no doubt large enough to fit a small orgy. An array of red camelia covered the sheets, Ishtar's favorite flowers.

Little did the dragoness know that underneath the bed, a pair of rascal girls peeped with clenched fists and greeted teeth: Nagini and Honoria!

"Humph! Mithras, you deceitful loverboy—always leaving me behind. I knew you were up to no good!" Nagini sobbed underneath the bed, yet still kept her voice muffled so she wouldn't disturb the pair. Honoria had simpler thoughts, wondering how she could sneak herself in.

Mithras ignored them, gently flipping Ishtar the other way, and lowering her onto the nuptial bed without breaking the kiss. For a moment, the two indulged in one another, holding hands as their tongues met in a moist and sensual exploration.

Ishtar's eyes sparkled like never before, her heart pounding in her chest so hard that Mithras could hear each beat, drinking her scent as she melted in his arms.

What started as a passionate embrace soon turned into an all-out smooching session, the pair fiddling with one another's clothes to rip off the unnecessary. Here, Mithras broke the kiss, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of his sister's flawless body.

There was a saying in the Blood-Smelting Kingdom that, if Elektra possessed the most attractive face, then her niece, Celestia no doubt possessed the most sex appeal—prompting frenzied lust in all men who glanced her way. But such sayings could only exist because Mithras concealed Ishtar's existence.

And once she entered the spotlight, the prince didn't doubt that his Ishtar would overturn the world.

With impeccable curves that stood out regardless of what she wore, and a perfect waistline that further enhanced her spellbinding charm. Ishtar robbed attention by default. Her doe eyes didn't help, mixing innocence with a provocative allure.

Just a look and Mithras wanted to possess her. To make her his and keep her his forever and ever after.

The opportunity now presented itself, so how could he not savor it? Mithras' lips curled into a disarming smile, and he leaned in, nibbling on his sister's shoulder and trailing his way up her neckline with slow, sensuous strokes. His hands didn't stay idle, lowering onto Ishtar's lovely breasts, and squeezing a feel as his thumb pressed on his darling sister's nipples.

"Oh…Morning Star…" Having never experienced such sensations, Ishtar panted immediately, but despite the feeling of biting into a forbidden fruit welling up in her chest, the dragoness offered no resistance, welcoming her brother's touch.

Mithras had simpler thoughts, unbothered by social conventions, and determined to give Ishtar an unforgettable night. With a sly look, he flicked his tongue up and down her neck, slowly making his way to her tits before teasing and sucking on her erect nipples. His hands stayed busy, kneading Ishtar's breasts as his tongue went back and forth between her tits--enjoying them thoroughly.

At the same time, Mithras' knee pressed its way up Ishtar's inner thighs, pushing onto her lower lips, and stimulating her cunt with gentle pressure. The Erogasmic Demon Flames awoke at last, tongues of lilac flames blasting through the Human Aphrodisiac and lighting his body on fire as he unwittingly unlocked his sister's true powers.

Anyone else would have been driven mad with lust, but anyone, Mithras is not. The youth stayed composed, enjoying the taste of his sister's tits like a greedy horndog.

"Ohh…ohh…ohhh!" Ishtar's back arched up, a flood of electric currents coursing through her as Mithras played with her divine body. Her loins stirred nonstop, her cunt leaking with joy as it prepared for the pounding to come.

Mithras' cock rose to full mast, distorting his pants as he flipped Ishtar the other way, making her shapely ass face him while he dropped to her cunt, and flipped his tongue up and down her walls. "Ohh—ohhhh, Morning Star...yess!" Ishtar shuddered immediately, breaking into her first of many orgasms to come.

Mithras gave her a second to adjust, then went back on the offensive slurping on his sister's delicious cunt while drinking her juice to the last drop—allowing no waste. The inexperienced girl moaned at will, her voice so tempting that if not for his masterful self-control, Mithras would have gone wild and bred her already.

His hands sank into her supple butt, squeezing her cheeks as he sucked a series of blissful groans out of her. Ishtar convulsed once more, breaking into another climax. "Morning Star…take…me.

I want...to be yours!" Ishtar mewled, and not one to deny a lady, much less such a cultured invitation, Mithras obliged, lowering his pants and unpacking his monstercock—aiming it right at his sister's dripping cunt.

The horsepower had never been more dominant, pheromones pouring out nonstop and sending the dragoness' lust flying through the roof. Ishtar looked over her shoulder, her rosy cheeks flushing bright red as her eyes begged Mithras in silence.

Here, he stopped holding back, burying his cock in Ishtar's hole with a well-paced thrust. "Mhm…ahhhh!" The girl grasped the sheets, her voice trembling as her brother's shaft broke her cunt open, thin drops of blood sliding down Mithras' cock as he sank into Ishtar's love tunnels.

"Ohh…Ishtar!" Mithras groaned as well, his mind reeling as he adjusted to the hyper-tight feel of his sister's walls squeezing his shaft to the limit.

For a moment, the two allowed one another to adapt to the sensation. Then Mithras got to work, sliding his cock down Ishtar's delicious walls, before swinging his hips forth in a succession of slow, stuffing thrusts.

The pounding thus...began!