07-27-2020, 10:42 PM
It was unlike anything Valeriya knew before. All her life, she yearned for the violent lusts of Radenyi as it raged between her, Armande, and Rowan. She had no idea that all those moments imagining the touch of her twin would pale in comparison to the true experience. Even the first acts with Armande, while amazing, were a shade duller.
Where Armande led, Valeriya followed. When she found Rowan’s embrace, she wanted to share her sister’s plump body with her great love. If Rowan’s injury interfered, Vale was ignorant. With Armande, she was claws and teeth, but now, a different ghost stirred from the Khlysty’s bones. One of a conqueror and devourer. One to grip tight to the prizes in her arms, unwilling to ever let go.
They danced motions of bodies that were one as much as three, and Valeriya was in bliss.
Where Armande led, Valeriya followed. When she found Rowan’s embrace, she wanted to share her sister’s plump body with her great love. If Rowan’s injury interfered, Vale was ignorant. With Armande, she was claws and teeth, but now, a different ghost stirred from the Khlysty’s bones. One of a conqueror and devourer. One to grip tight to the prizes in her arms, unwilling to ever let go.
They danced motions of bodies that were one as much as three, and Valeriya was in bliss.
The Eye of the Khylsty