Thread: Hued as Rose and Wine (Ava & Erit)

Me? He chuckled, sliding a loose arm around her waist, his other hand hefting one of those supple, pliant breasts he so frequently held or rested upon. What about me? I'm quite capable of enjoying this as I am, my dear, sweet Aeren . He crooned her name, lips to her ear, in that one special way he always did before toying with her. He certainly was eager to simply throw her to the bed and slip between her legs, but that would simply be rutting. The twins were .any things, but for all their likeness to great predator cats they were no beasts in bed, but creatures of passion and sensuality with centuries of practice. To the two, incest was an art form, lovemaking a canvas, and they were masters of the craft. With a gentle pinch to her stiff and pert nipple, the brother slowly circled behind his mate, murmuring Hold still into her ear. Still holding her breast, his other hand trailed against her lower back, tracing with a feather-light touch the curve of her spine just above her butt, just light enough to make it unclear if it was real. He tugged on her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingertips, and snaked his other arm around her hips to grace the slim, soft tautness of her thigh with that same ghostly caress, fingers trailing subtly over the snow-white perfection of his twin, the porcelain beauty he knew so well from head to heel that he could paint her in his sleep. Good girl, Aeren. He whispered, breath tickling the back of her ear as he continued those ephemeral, barely-there touches feeling the swell of her hip, the curve of her waist, her abdomed and sternum and the undersides of her breasts, finally releasing her nipple to do so. His hands followed an invisible trail they had charted so many times, travelling up the sides of her bosom and over her slender shoulders, down the backs of her arms and then back along her spine down to her soft and accommodating behind, then just a little further down to her hamstrings, before finally he graced the needy, dripping slit between her thighs. My, my He crooned, smirking as her torrential arousal soaked his skin, Were you saving yourself for me all night, my love? He chuckled again, running a single fingertip against her needy flower with that feather touch. I'm flattered. He finally gave her what he knew she craved, slipping a single digit into her drooling opening. Hush. He made her, his other hand fondling that well-worn, supple rump, teasing her other hold with the tip of his thumb even as he massaged her inner walls. He let out a low, content hum of pleasure as he felt her tremble against him, and as he inserted another digit into each hope he smiled a wicked little smile, nipping at her ear. You know the rules. Not until I tell you. And then the real fun began, as he slowly increased the fervor and vigor of his assault on each end, eventually bringing her sensitive clitoris into the mix with his palm, stroking and massaging and caressing the knot of arousal as his fingers thrust in and out of her in sequence. With a soft little sigh as he felt her begin to fidget, worrying her lip between her teeth to stifle her moans and barely contain her mewling whimpers, he sank his fangs fully into the delicate skin of her neck with a whispered Do it, savoring the heady, endorphin-rich taste of his sister and bride as she let out a keen, peaking squeak and tensed, her slit gushing with a rush of arousal and orgasm, before she began to want softly and mewl, arching her neck to let him better feed from her. This, he did carefully, taking only enough to savor her heady, orgasmic taste before lapping at the wound as it closed. It was taboo even among their kind, another thing only he did to her, and vaguely akin to the drinking of breast milk all at once. He nuzzled her cheek gentle as he continued, idly, to pleasure her with his hands, rocking her body with smaller and much less intense climaxes every so often, softly murmuring Good girl, Aeren every time she whimpered and shivered and peaked, never quite letting her catch her breath for perhaps a dozen minutes before he flicked his tongue against his fingers after withdrawing them, smirking at the sheer density of fluid coating them. Well, then. I believe now's the appropriate time to take you up on that offer, my insatiable Princess.