Thread: Burgeoning Dreams of Steam and Magic [-:IronicallyHaru:-]

As always the heat and passion of his sister fired his senses to the nth degree and Staf was almost helpless as he allowed Ravness to take control and show him exactly what she wanted. It was a game they played, and they vied for dominance, each twin taking their turn in so many ways. Staf's mouth followed a line down her neck to her collarbone as Ravness boldly guided his hand lower. Heightened senses could smell her cunt, the heady musky scent of her arousal bringing a deep chuff from the leopard within as Staf's hand flattened and slipped beneath the waistband of her clothing. Already he was anticipating the damp feminine heat between her thighs and the softness of her skin elicited a shudder from the slightly older sibling. My love... Staf breathed, his breath hot on her skin, her berry-red nipples erect and beckoning. One was tugged with his fingers, though the one that she had insisted be abandoned by tactile stimulation was soon covered with an eager mouth. There was a specific reason Staf did not cover her mouth with his own and it was to hear the softly panted cries of pleasure from his dear sister's lush lips. Had he his own way in the moment her cries would be muffled with something other than his lips, but that would come with time, and his hips pressed forward, informing his sister of his own growing need as it pressed insistently along the muscle of her thigh. Even through the layers of fabric the heat from his cock was palpable, and Staf's tongue flicked over the small bud of her nipple as his hand worked magic below. That strong and calloused appendage slipped a bit lower, the sticky evidence of her lust slicking his fingers as his middle finger quested for her love hole and the heel of his hand ground in slow circular motions over her swelling clit. The pressure on that sensitive nub did not abate as Staf found her core's entrance and teased the opening with just the tip of his finger, only penetrating her to the first knuckle. It wasn't even enough to break past the tight ring of muscle and into her heated channel, but it was enough to massage that opening as his heel worked back and forth over her hardening clit, her hole weeping over his fingers in what he could only assume was joy as his teeth scraped none too gently over her nipple. Her soft ripe tits jiggled ever so enticingly and the mark he'd bestwoed upon her, claiming him as his own, was just barely visible as her top began to slide off her shoulder a bit. The bite had been given in one of his first transformations, the leopard marking her with the bite which would never fully heal. Luckily it was in a place where none would see unless she wore a particularly revealing garment. The thought that another might have any claim brought a growl from Staf and his hand slipped lower, his middle finger descending enough to hook into her, finally penetrating her as instead of the heel of his palm his thumb rubbed back and forth in a more direct way over her pulsing pearl. Bell's lips crashed into his like a soft riptide, pulling Nevyn out into the depths that was his sister's love for him, and he went willingly like a man answering a siren's song. There was no time left for words, and Nevyn's arms slipped about the slight frame of his sister, pulling her close. She was maturing quickly, and though was young in years her body was nubile and sagacious. Nevyn could feel her breasts pressed against him and his hands, large enough to easily span about her waist, reached back and down, cradling her bottom as he pulled her easily into his lap. Those same hands gave her rounded firm rump a squeeze and Bell would likely be able to feel his growing desire for her pressed into one ass cheek. Nevyn's mouth gently ripped away from her own, trailing kisses along her jawline almost up to her ear before backtracking to her chin and then down to her throat. Nevyn's teeth drove into her flesh, not enough to break flesh, but definitely showing who was in charge. Even as his tongue dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat, Nevyn's hands held her close and one slipped lower still, massaging and rubbing her pussy through her clothing. He was not gentle, and with another sound of want he pulled up her skirt, the cloth bunching about her hips and waist until he felt her panties, the thin fabric pushed aside, the wet spot evident, before those seeking fingers found that soft heated flesh. Her pussylips under his fingers brought a soft sound of satisfaction from the Royal Guard, and two of them dipped into her cunt as he lifted his mouth to claim her lips in a kiss, those fingers gently sliding in and out of his little sister in a slow rhythm.