Normally the moans of a women would excite him, drive him further, make him hold out just so it could last longer, yet today they annoyed him. While it was not unpleasurable for him, it wasn’t so good that he had to make it last. With a couple extras thrusts, Lysander finished inside the female, leaving his sticky mess for her to deal with as he rolled off her, the cool ground felt good on his back as he caught his breath. Idly he wondered if his brother had actually slept with the women before or not, though after Leroy’s snotty female he had slept with it wouldn’t have been the first. Somehow, that made it less exciting but all he had left to do was defile a girl Lyle fancied and then he would have screwed over all his brothers and he thought that was a goal worth having.
Lazily he turned to the girl, whose name he didn’t even know. Grinning, though he didn’t really mean it for the fun part had run out and he was ready to be on his way now, his voice was snide, cocky. “Happy, girl?” As if he had done something no other male could do for her. And perhaps he had, because who else would run about masquerading as his brother? She had wanted to believe in a fairytale reunion and he had given her that, even if once she realized her mistake she’d be distraught and upset, at least she was happy now.