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The scepter slid into me alongside my brother�s cock.
The sensation was impossible. Two foreign objects occupying the same sacred space. The smooth, cool wood and the hot, veined flesh moved in a tight, wet channel, the sceptre�s golden end nudging past my brother�s massive head, finding a deeper, more internal path. A shockwave of pleasure, so intense it bordered on pain, radiated from my core. My knees buckled. Adunbi held me up, his arms like iron bands around my waist, his own breath coming in ragged pants against my neck.
�Gods, � he choked out. The word was a prayer, a curse.
We stood locked together, a trembling statue of fused flesh and magic. Then the scepter moved. Not me, not him. It pulsed, a warm, living throb that made my inner walls clench around both intrusions. The polished amber orb at its top flared, casting our joined shadows in a golden glow against the labyrinth wall.
�Sheath the scepter in its home, � the riddle had said. It wasn�t just about insertion. It was about activation.
Vines, thin and supple as living gold, sprouted from the dark wood of the shaft. They slithered, warm and seeking, over my skin. One tendril coiled around the base of Adunbi�s cock where it disappeared into me, a possessive, tightening band. Another spiraled up my stomach, over the rounded swell, to find my aching, neglected clit. It was not a touch of flesh, but of pure, sentient magic�a perfect, coiling pressure.
I cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated shock. The vine around my clit pulsed, sending a bolt of electric pleasure straight to the base of my spine.
Adunbi�s hips jerked involuntarily, driving him deeper. �What is it doing?�
�Feeling, � I gasped. �Learning.�
The tendrils pulsed in time with our heartbeats, with the throbbing of his cock inside me. The scepter was no longer an object. It was a third partner, a conduit, synchronizing our rhythms into a single, pounding tune. The labyrinth around us seemed to breathe, the torches flaring brighter.
�Move, � I begged, my voice raw. �We have to move.�
We did. It was no longer a staggering walk, but a dance. Adunbi held me, my back to his front, and we swayed. Each shallow rock of his hips sent shocks through the vine on my clit. Each shift of my weight made the scepter�s length rub against a new, exquisitely sensitive place deep inside. The dual fullness was a constant, breathtaking pressure, but the living magic transformed it from an occupation into an orchestration.
We shimmied sideways along the wall, following the glow of the tiles. Our sweat-slicked skin slid together. The vine around his base tightened with each of his thrusts, a velvet-iron fist milking him, urging him deeper, harder. The sensation pulled a continuous, guttural groan from his chest.
�Sister... it�s too much... I can�t...�
�You can, � I moaned, arching back against him, pushing the scepter deeper. �It wants us to. Feel it.�
The vine on my clit began a rapid, insistent vibration. My vision sparked. Pleasure, sharp and coiling, built with terrifying speed. This was not the slow climb of before. This was a lightning strike gathering in my core, fed by his thickness, by the scepter�s magic, by the ancient power of the labyrinth itself.
Adunbi�s control shattered. His thrusts became powerful, driving pistons. Each slam buried him to the root, his heavy balls slapping against my clit, the scepter moving with him, a rigid counterpoint to his flesh. The sound was obscene�wet, fleshy, rhythmic�echoing in the stone chamber.
�I�m gonna... Osa, I�m...�
�Now!� I screamed.
The climax took us simultaneously. It was not a wave, but a detonation.
My cunt convulsed, a violent, fluttering spasm around the two massive invader. The vine on my clit blazed, and my release seeped out in a boiling ooze, mixing with our sweat. Inside, the sensation was blinding�a frantic, milking pressure on both shafts.
Adunbi roared, his body locking. I felt the base of his cock swell, that familiar, incredible expansion, and then the first scalding jet of his seed erupted directly into my womb, already full of magic and the sentinel�s essence. It pulsed again and again, a hot, claiming torrent that seemed to go on forever, mixing with the sparkling energy the scepter was now pumping into me�not fluid, but pure, condensed potential.
The world dissolved into golden light and unbearable sensation.
When it cleared, we were slumped against the wall, still joined, panting like spent runners. The scepter�s vines retracted, leaving behind a tingling awareness on my skin. The artifact itself felt different�warmer, humming with a satisfied power. Adunbi softened inside me, his slow withdrawal an ache of profound emptiness.
But the labyrinth was not done.
As he slipped free, the floor beneath our feet trembled. The mosaic tiles rearranged themselves with a sound like grinding stone. The wall we leaned against shimmered and became insubstantial, revealing a new, narrow passage that glowed with a soft, silver light. At its end was a simple archway veiled by a curtain of falling water that sparkled like liquid diamond.
From the archway, a new voice flowed, genderless and serene. �The vessel has been filled. The union has been blessed. Now, the vessel must stand alone. Enter, Osa. The final trial is for you, and you alone. The protector must wait.�
Adunbi�s hand shot out, grabbing my arm. �No. We stay together.�
�Your bond is the bridge that brought her here. Your trust is the door that lets her pass. But what grows within her must now be claimed by her spirit, not her protector�s strength. Release her.�
I turned to my brother. His face was a mask of conflict�fear, pride, a fierce protectiveness that vibrated through his grip. I placed my hand over his. My skin still glowed, the Crown of Opening a gentle weight on my brow, the Urn at his hip pulsing with warmth from our shared climax.
�It�s the last step, � I said, my voice surprisingly steady. �I have to.�
He searched my eyes, his own dark and worried. Finally, his grip loosened. He brought my hand to his lips, pressing a hot, salty kiss to my knuckles. �Come back to me, � he whispered, the words raw with an emotion that went far beyond the ritual.
I nodded, a lump in my throat. I slipped from his grasp and walked, naked and slick with our mingled essences, toward the shimmering curtain. The Scepter of Conception was still sheathed within me, a constant, humming presence. I felt the Crown�s power thrum, my body already forgetting the stretching, readying for whatever came next.
I paused at the curtain, the cool mist kissing my skin.
�I�m ready, � I said, not knowing to whom.
I stepped through.