12-23-2017, 02:03 AM
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
They are far more alike than most siblings, more akin to twins than half-siblings. They have spent their the beginnings of their adulthood lost to the delectable taste of utter freedom, chasing their own fantasies in far away lands where none except themselves could reach them. Trissy adored her time in the Beyond, embraced the way it had shaped her into the woman who has now joined civilization. The jagged peaks of the mountaintops and the roar of the furious salt-water sea were sounds such as a lover's heartbeat is to a love-swallowed girl. Infatuated, enthralled. The sound of the crashing waves is the soundtrack of her soul, the catatonic orchestra that was conducted by the girl herself.
Feral. The word suited them both perfectly.
He emerges from the thick vegetation with the devil's smirk possessing his scarred lip. Her face is guarded and dominant, but the mirror-image of his expression crosses her lips. Knowing, self-indulged. Perfectly erotic.
He stands far taller than she, and twice as broad - a Goliath to her Lilith. Trissy's black eyes travel undisguised across the many planes and features of his wildling body - drinking in the scars that match her own, that tell of his ventures in his own Beyond, just as hers do. His dreaded locks are as tangled and misshapen as her own. The smirk on her lips refuses to leave.
With an immediacy known only to wildlings, her teeth lash out and connect with the thick muscle of his neck as he presses his rumbling chest against her petite whithers - it is her own kind of greeting. Her ears are pinned, nose peeling back in a sneer of dominance as his massive figure consumes the small space between them. Far below her stomach, sparks ignite the flames of lust, and their heat cannot be quelled. Her tail whips and snaps, stinging his thighs and spreading the scent of her arousal.
She bites him again, lower on his chest, enjoying the way his flesh responds to her viscous touch. Still, no words have been exchanged between them. It suits them. Where they come from, words were not a part of life - and since it is only the two of them, to not speak seems almost perfect. Exhilarating. So wrong, she cannot help but bite him again, just beneath his jaw where his flesh is soft and malleable. The taste of his strong, virile blood works as a catalyst in her excitement.
He adjusts himself then, slithering as all snakes do - with malicious intent, or as Trissy would have it, delicious intent. Her hind legs stomps, bringing her knee up into his gut. In every way, she is not civilized at this moment - a mare defending herself from the comings on of a stallion, yet showing every sign of arousal and acceptance. A snarling image of femininity herself, in all her glorious, unprecedented appeal.
He draws fluid lines across the planes of her body, circling her like a vulture. The little mare snaps at his rump as he curls around, and again at his face as his comes around the other side. She is already his, already the possession he so desperately needed. And as for her possessing him, well... The handiness of her brother will show itself in other ways, in no long time at all. She kicks up her hips and snaps her tail when his nose comes too close to the heat that pulsates from there. An invitation.
"I feel as good as I look," she snarls, a low, husky sound that echoes Kotaro all too perfectly. "Far better than any you've taken before."
A grin is plastered on her lips, twisted and pleased. "Dearest Brother," she drawls, the words drawn out in a sing-song, girly kind of way - one that perhaps a younger sister ought to sound like, sweet and all too knowing. "Is baby sister confusing you sexually?" A pout, a glimmer of pure unadulterated evil. "What a naughty girl she is."
Trissy