[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 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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