Nuada says nothing as he feels the covers of his bed shift the space beside him lowering slightly with the weight of another body. Only when he hears her voice does the man respond to his sister's presence. "You did not come to wish me goodnight are you upset "? Turning the man looks into his sisters eyes offering her a small smile. He had hoped she would understand his actions but being of her spirit he knew she did not. "Of course not" he whispered.

Nuala shivers as the tip of her brothers fingers trail over the form of her lips her eyes closing as her mouth presses to against the man's palm. She misses his touch and as of late this had been the only physical contact she had received from him in many days. In the little light his bedroom window allows Nuada could make out the features of his sisters face. She is a near mirror image of himself delicate in every area he is hard pure in every spot he is tainted. She moves closer to him and he tries in vain to ignore the feel her breast pressed against the mold of his chest. He thinks to push her away but the princes own impure thoughts hold his body captive as she slides her leg between his own. Just as she had done when they were children only, they were not children anymore. Her knee moves slightly and he can feel himself harden against it.

Nuada gasped as Nuala's hand slipped over the hardened form between his legs and despite himself let out a low moan. "Does it hurt"she asks. Her hands moved up the forms length stopping as callused hands grasped smooth ones. "Nuala...no". "You are distressed brother..let me help you". The man's grip loosens but he does not respond, several moments of silence passing before she speaks again.

"You can touch me too if you would like". Nuada's mouth goes dry at his sister's words. Even with over a hundred years of life between them she still had the innocence of a small child. Wordlessly her hands find their way into the waist of his pants and he shivers at the feel of her bare hands sliding over his exposed flesh. His eyes close as her fingers continue their movements up and down his length the pleasure he feels challenged by the shame. The great warrior Prince made weak by his own sister's hand.

His forehead presses against Nuala's the strength of their bond causing her to let out a moan as his orgasm caused her own. He comes hard his seed spilling into the woman's open hand. After a moment his shivers subside and when he opens his eyes it is to her watching him. She smiles and right then he knows there must be a special place in hell for him.