[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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[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. ]
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[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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