Chapter 34 - Snow White's Son

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Kyle's hair flowed like a mane down his back, much of his skin covered in coarse, black fur—this form Kyle had loathed and called ugly was, to Crow, a vision of love.

 

"Brother…"

 

In the form of the Beast, Kyle rose from the ground, naked and vulnerable.

 

He brought his hands, once stained by the king's blood, to his face, examining the hairy appendages to confirm his present form, then turned his gaze to their father's lifeless body.

 

"—U…u…Ugh…"

 

"Brother…!"

 

Kyle, upon turning away from the corpse, fell to his knees, coughing up blood and flesh.

 

Though he bore the pain in every fiber of his being, he raised a trembling hand towards Crow, silently pleading, "Do not come near me."

 

From this gesture, and his labored coughs, it was clear he was regaining his senses.

 

In fact, he appeared calm, as if recollecting the memories that lingered after his transformation.

 

Once he regained his breath, he cast his gaze toward Crow once more.

 

"Snow White… Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

 

As soon as he spoke, Kyle's eyes swept over Crow's body, seeking assurance of his safety.

 

He examined Crow, who stood bare before him, from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes.

 

"Brother… Yes, I am fine."

 

The blue eyes that peeked through his dark hair glistened with unshed tears.

 

Tears born from the anguish of regurgitating the contents of his stomach mingled with those that flowed from his heart.

 

Though aware that he had taken their father's life, Kyle's eyes were calm as he whispered, "It's a relief…"

 

These were not the eyes of the one who had violently struck their father's head against the glass coffin, nor the eyes of the beast that had savaged him. They bore no trace of anger or sorrow, nor even regret.

 

"Brother… I am sorry. I did not stop it on purpose… I could have stopped it, yet I chose not to."

 

Crow picked up his tattered shirt and gently wiped the blood from Kyle's whiskers.

 

Even while doing so, Kyle shook his head, a clear denial manifesting even before his lips parted.

 

"That is not true," he proclaimed resolutely.

 

"I… allowed you to bear the burden of the curse and let our father perish before my eyes."

 

"Snow White… That is not how it was."

 

"No, I killed him."

 

The more he said it, the more he felt it was true.

 

Though he had deemed that death might bring happiness to their father and mother, he had wished for the demise of his only father and chosen not to intervene, knowing it would only add to his brother's suffering.

 

He had embraced a guilt far greater than merely wielding the knife and plunging it into their father's heart; he had harbored the very intent to kill and acted upon it.

 

"Snow White… please do not cry. I… I killed our father of my own accord. Whether as a beast or in my true form, I would have done it. But I should have acted sooner."

 

"—Brother…"

 

"Because of my cowardice, I have let you be imprisoned in that tower for seventeen long years…"

 

With tears streaming down his face, Kyle trembled as he lamented, "I should have rescued you sooner."

 

He bore no regret for slaying their father; rather, it was the lengthy duration of their separation that tormented him.

 

"Forgive me…"

 

As it became apparent that this was the sole regret weighing upon his heart, Crow found himself at a loss for words.

 

If his brother sought forgiveness, he wished to nod fervently and grant it over and over.

 

There were many words he longed to say.

 

The sixteen years spent dreaming alongside the elves, the tumultuous year filled with love for the Beast—all had been joyous. Though it saddened him that he could not be by his brother's side as he suffered from the curse, the seventeen years enveloped in affection had truly been a blessing.

 

"I was happy. Apart from not being by your side, I was very happy."

 

"Snow White, I… I do not wish to be apart from you. I do not want to live even a single second in a world without you. I believe our father and mother felt the same way."

 

Even as Kyle bore the weight of the sin of patricide, within his heart, it seemed he sought to transcend it, viewing it not as a crime. Crow understood that sentiment all too well.

 

For he had made the same choice.

 

Together with his brother, he had sent their father to the embrace of their mother.

 

"I am sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, my dearest brother, Snow White…"

 

With hairy hands he once considered shameful, Kyle reached out to touch Crow's cheek.

 

He had aspired to be the perfect prince, upholding the values of morality to deny the wretched appearance brought forth by the curse, yet now he sought to break free from the chains of reason.

 

Emerging from the suffocating binds that had ensnared him, he wore an expression akin to drawing in a breath of fresh air.

 

Though he had committed a blood-stained sin and was on the brink of committing even more, the atmosphere around him felt remarkably serene.

 

"Hmm, uh… mm…"

 

"—Ah, mm…"

 

As Kyle's radiant beastly lips sealed Crow's, a smile graced Crow's face.

 

Though he had been addressed as his beloved brother, through this kiss another sentiment was whispered.

 

Kyle's lips and tongue implored to be devoured, and Crow greedily welcomed them in return.

 

"Ha, fu… mm…!"

 

With fingers tangled in Kyle's dark hair, they lost themselves in each other's kisses.

 

The prickly sensation of Kyle's firm whiskers, the springy softness of his lips, and the warmth of his tongue—these belonged to the beast and to Kyle, and all that was directed towards him felt dear.

 

"Fu, ha… mm."

 

"Mm… ah…"

 

"Ugh, u… fu…"

 

As their kisses clashed together, the two tumbled onto the bed in a flurry.

 

On the mattress, Kyle's hand found its way to Crow's bottom, which bounced a little on the mattress.

 

With his mighty palm, the beast effortlessly cradled Crow's delicate body, lifting him with ease.

 

Yielding his entire being to his brother's touch, Crow opened himself to the burgeoning sensations within.

 

Between his white legs, he welcomed the dark-furred being, pulling him closer to his bottom.

 

"Snow…"

 

"I love you… Please make me yours, dear brother."

 

"It is unnecessary to beg. You are mine, and I am yours."

 

"Brother…"

 

"I have loved you since before you were born."

 

With these words, spoken from above him, Kyle kissed him anew.

 

In the utmost ecstasy, Crow found himself graced with the fulfillment of a long journey.

 

Even the taste of blood, rusted and iron-like, seemed sweet upon their lips.

 

The room was filled with the fragrant aromas of apples, wine, and cinnamon, mingled with the faint scent of decay and blood.

 

Beside them lay the coffin containing their mother's rotting corpse, and the blood-soaked remains of their father—the scene was ghastly, neither sweet nor beautiful, yet the rising passions within them would not be quelled.

 

The deepening affection, the soaring joy, and the unwavering sense of happiness all persisted.

 

"Snow White…"

 

"Ha, fu… mm!"

 

The ferocious male shaft with black pubic hair penetrated his wet and narrow opening.

 

Two bodies, sharing the same blood, were lewdly entwined, striving to become one.

 

Even if the darkness inherited from their father, who had a penchant for the macabre, and their mother, who harbored a cruel and lascivious nature, breathed life within them, they found solace in the fact that it had brought them to this moment.

 

If the forbidden love they shared as brothers was indeed a twisted gift from their deranged parents, then Crow wished to thank them wholeheartedly.

 

"Ah, a… Ah—!"

 

"—Ah, u…!"

 

As Crow drew the beast's head closer with both hands, he swallowed the fiery length that claimed him deeper inside.

 

There was pain as he was forcibly opened, a sensation overwhelming for his tender body, yet even that was a delight.

 

It was the pain of the bond finally forged, and knowing it was bestowed by his beloved brother filled him with joy, making him wish for even more pain if it meant he could feel this bliss even deeper.

 

"I-aah… A… brother… Ah!"

 

"—Snow White…"

 

"I-it feels so good…!"

 

With each thrust that penetrated the depths of his belly, Crow trembled, tears spilling forth as he writhed in pleasure.

 

By welcoming his brother to that secret place, revealing a side of himself meant for no other, he felt the undeniable truth of finally belonging to his brother.

 

Simultaneously, he was filled with the joy of having his brother completely to himself.

 

His very body was claimed entirely by his brother.

 

Born to love and to be loved by him.

 

To think he had been cherished even before their fateful encounter—how truly blessed he was!

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