[ Her laughter drives him wild, makes his teeth hungry for her flesh, scraping and nipping at the ear, neck, even her cheek and jawline. All interspersed with kisses while his fingers work relentlessly, pressing and massaging over her favorite points, as confident and familiar with her body as if it were his own. ]
It was empty, [ He continues, breathy like her, lids low. He isn't interested in looking at the man, even less so in touching him again. Alaric's mind can only think of her warmth, drenching him in her fluid, proof that she missed him. She always does. ] His stare. Wild yet knowing. [ The first finger circles her entrance, pushes in and curls. Trying to fight against his death as if he were trying to will the tide to stop rising.
[Wild, yet knowing - what a vivid picture painted in her mind, eyes closing as she lets out a whimpered cry. She clamps around his fingers, rolling back against them, feeling the warmth of her slick run down her leg. As her eyes are shut she can picture it like black oil, all over Alaric's hand - smeared between her thighs. She moans, louder still.]
Futile, it was - futile - to fight.
[Death is inevitable. You may escape it once, or many times, but it is always there. It is here in this room. It resonates all around them, she feels, unaware that she is simply feeling herself radiate those vibes. Her head falls forward, and she curls her toes.]
[She couldn't think of anything but him, even if she tried. She can't think of anything but the heat of his breath against her ear. The way her hair moves because he's behind her, weight pressed against her. She thinks of what his body feels like - warm, alive, in contrast to the rigid sight before her. The blue hue to the man's lips, the cold to his skin. Alaric tethers her to a reality in which he is every embodiment of life in a room otherwise composed of death, and she's whimpering his name on repeat.]
I need you. I need you to make me come. I need- I need to feel you in me.
[ There's a low and cruel noise, a hum that unravels into warm laughter, trailing off into a sigh. His sister, the very image of unapproachability, who will cut into her own family's flesh to settle a score and only flinches in the face of death because she can't control how it makes her feel — begging and shaking under his touch and after his orders. She may own Alaric's life, but he holds the chains to everything else right now. And he wants them tight. ]
You can't fight me either, can you.
[ His fingers work fast, then slip out, fluid shining and sticking together in a lewd string when he parts them in a vee, looking at his own work, held up to her face. He tugs his pants down, cock hard and jerking free with a slight bounce. Al shoves those fingers in her mouth to make Liv swallow her own taste, erection pressing against her ass when he pulls her close, stiff and warm, aching to fuck her deep. ]
Here. No need to beg anymore.
[ Al rolls his hips, waits until Liv spreads her legs again, guides her hand behind to wrap around his cock and bring him to her cunt herself. ]
[She moans his name, so breathy and whimpered that it doesn't even feel like her voice - so desperate for him that she's parting her lips wide, feeling the girth of his fingers come into her mouth and sucking them hard enough to hollow her cheeks. She sucks on his fingers like they were his cock itself, desperately horny, spit running down her chin as she bobs her head to take him all the way to his last knuckle; begging him to gag her, just as she was begging him to fill her.
Her hand blindly gropes for his cock, bringing him to the slick of her cunt quickly, and rubbing the folds of it against him. It takes a moment to align him because she's so desperate, pushing until she feels the tip slide inside her, muscles flexing around him. She gushes more slick, making the motion of pushing back against him an easy glide inward- nonetheless he stretches her, making her feel hot and tight around him as she rolls her hips and fucks herself backward before pushing forward toward his fingers. If only she could fuck him twice, three of him or more at the same time - pictured as she closes her eyes, riding her brother's dick with reckless abandon.]
[ He rewards her with teeth, biting her neck to make the skin come alive, inching deeper into Liv's mouth with an upward movement, pressing on the back of her tongue to make her gag, choke and tear up.
A wicked display of intimacy, proof that she'll always be given what she needs, while Liv handles his cock and slides it between soaking wet folds, coating the head with a sudden pulse of slick arousal before he's even inside. His inhale is shaky, animalistic, lids low. He waits for her to lock their bodies together, a ring of soft slick muscle welcoming his first thrust, slippery and hot, always perfectly tight, always ready for him.
Alaric curves his back, meeting her hips in the middle with a snap. They don't stop until every inch of him has her spread and struggling just enough, his front pressing hard against her body, towering over his twin with a stature built to protect her. To bend her until she's about to snap. ]
There we go… there you are.
[ There she is. His sister, his Death, his Liv, taking it with a hunger to please and consume anything Alaric slides past her lips, sucking his fingers like they're made of honey, mixing fluids as drool runs and drips from the corners. She's always been his perfect half. There's no greater proof of that until they're stripped down to these feral urges, fucking like they have no other choice. Al moves his mouth to her ear, words interrupted by grunts and sharp exhales. ]
You've dreamt of it, haven't you. Fucking one of them. Did you dream of me, too?
[He feels so good. So perfect. When their bodies align, when they are inside of one another, something feels right in a way that is unexplainable to others. Maybe some other twins might know the feeling but even then, Liv likes to think they're still something beyond - something different and unique. They think in the same ways, they breath in the same breaths. If she could ever hazard to guess, she would think that their hearts beat in perfect sync.
She hums against his fingers in reply to the voice in the shell of her ear. She moans in reply to the way their bodies move, and how she's rocking back against him to feel all of him she can. This insatiable lust, this insatiable fury, it feels like fuel poured right into her chest. She sucks his fingers, then bites them, digging in the perfect line of white teeth against his knuckles as hard as she can.
In another life, she would've bit them clean off. Instead, she's coming from the simple thought - yelping, gasping, muscles seizing around him as pleasure floods down to her toes. Alaric, Alaric, Alaric...]
[ Al doesn't fuck her mindlessly now — almost but not quite. He splits his focus between each brutal thrust and choking his sister's mouth, pressing fingers down her tongue, and between looking ahead at the matter that brought them together. The statue, testament and witness to Liv's depravity, indulged by her twin, thrusts throwing her off-balance with brutal love. It's how they'll keep moving until they're done and spent. ]
Imagine my eyes like that. Empty.
[ He wants her climax clenching tight around him before he spills. ]
[You can't do that to her - you can't overload her, make her writhe as she's already writhing, body tight with a spasm that digs her nails into whatever parts of him she can grab. His arms, his neck, scratching and digging, as she desperately tries to climb away from and yet never leave the rough fury of their bodies in motion.
She comes again, like white-hot noise in her head, eyes fluttering back before they close and she almost contorts to something monstrous of a figure before she relaxes, clinging to his grip of her. Heart beating wildly in her chest, too loud for just one body.]
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It was empty, [ He continues, breathy like her, lids low. He isn't interested in looking at the man, even less so in touching him again. Alaric's mind can only think of her warmth, drenching him in her fluid, proof that she missed him. She always does. ] His stare. Wild yet knowing. [ The first finger circles her entrance, pushes in and curls. Trying to fight against his death as if he were trying to will the tide to stop rising.
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Futile, it was - futile - to fight.
[Death is inevitable. You may escape it once, or many times, but it is always there. It is here in this room. It resonates all around them, she feels, unaware that she is simply feeling herself radiate those vibes. Her head falls forward, and she curls her toes.]
... Ala-Alaric, please.
[More. More.]
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[ Fingers slowing down, slippery, curl tight inside her like two long hooks. His whispers against her ear are as sharp as knives. ]
Think of nothing else when you look at him.
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[She couldn't think of anything but him, even if she tried. She can't think of anything but the heat of his breath against her ear. The way her hair moves because he's behind her, weight pressed against her. She thinks of what his body feels like - warm, alive, in contrast to the rigid sight before her. The blue hue to the man's lips, the cold to his skin. Alaric tethers her to a reality in which he is every embodiment of life in a room otherwise composed of death, and she's whimpering his name on repeat.]
I need you. I need you to make me come. I need- I need to feel you in me.
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You can't fight me either, can you.
[ His fingers work fast, then slip out, fluid shining and sticking together in a lewd string when he parts them in a vee, looking at his own work, held up to her face. He tugs his pants down, cock hard and jerking free with a slight bounce. Al shoves those fingers in her mouth to make Liv swallow her own taste, erection pressing against her ass when he pulls her close, stiff and warm, aching to fuck her deep. ]
Here. No need to beg anymore.
[ Al rolls his hips, waits until Liv spreads her legs again, guides her hand behind to wrap around his cock and bring him to her cunt herself. ]
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[She moans his name, so breathy and whimpered that it doesn't even feel like her voice - so desperate for him that she's parting her lips wide, feeling the girth of his fingers come into her mouth and sucking them hard enough to hollow her cheeks. She sucks on his fingers like they were his cock itself, desperately horny, spit running down her chin as she bobs her head to take him all the way to his last knuckle; begging him to gag her, just as she was begging him to fill her.
Her hand blindly gropes for his cock, bringing him to the slick of her cunt quickly, and rubbing the folds of it against him. It takes a moment to align him because she's so desperate, pushing until she feels the tip slide inside her, muscles flexing around him. She gushes more slick, making the motion of pushing back against him an easy glide inward- nonetheless he stretches her, making her feel hot and tight around him as she rolls her hips and fucks herself backward before pushing forward toward his fingers. If only she could fuck him twice, three of him or more at the same time - pictured as she closes her eyes, riding her brother's dick with reckless abandon.]
cw: talking about necrophilia
A wicked display of intimacy, proof that she'll always be given what she needs, while Liv handles his cock and slides it between soaking wet folds, coating the head with a sudden pulse of slick arousal before he's even inside. His inhale is shaky, animalistic, lids low. He waits for her to lock their bodies together, a ring of soft slick muscle welcoming his first thrust, slippery and hot, always perfectly tight, always ready for him.
Alaric curves his back, meeting her hips in the middle with a snap. They don't stop until every inch of him has her spread and struggling just enough, his front pressing hard against her body, towering over his twin with a stature built to protect her. To bend her until she's about to snap. ]
There we go… there you are.
[ There she is. His sister, his Death, his Liv, taking it with a hunger to please and consume anything Alaric slides past her lips, sucking his fingers like they're made of honey, mixing fluids as drool runs and drips from the corners. She's always been his perfect half. There's no greater proof of that until they're stripped down to these feral urges, fucking like they have no other choice. Al moves his mouth to her ear, words interrupted by grunts and sharp exhales. ]
You've dreamt of it, haven't you. Fucking one of them. Did you dream of me, too?
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She hums against his fingers in reply to the voice in the shell of her ear. She moans in reply to the way their bodies move, and how she's rocking back against him to feel all of him she can. This insatiable lust, this insatiable fury, it feels like fuel poured right into her chest. She sucks his fingers, then bites them, digging in the perfect line of white teeth against his knuckles as hard as she can.
In another life, she would've bit them clean off. Instead, she's coming from the simple thought - yelping, gasping, muscles seizing around him as pleasure floods down to her toes. Alaric, Alaric, Alaric...]
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Imagine my eyes like that. Empty.
[ He wants her climax clenching tight around him before he spills. ]
🎀ish
[You can't do that to her - you can't overload her, make her writhe as she's already writhing, body tight with a spasm that digs her nails into whatever parts of him she can grab. His arms, his neck, scratching and digging, as she desperately tries to climb away from and yet never leave the rough fury of their bodies in motion.
She comes again, like white-hot noise in her head, eyes fluttering back before they close and she almost contorts to something monstrous of a figure before she relaxes, clinging to his grip of her. Heart beating wildly in her chest, too loud for just one body.]
My Life...