Feeling Blue

This was a game that they played. One that Cirrus was all too familiar with. Observant as she was, the woman noted the change in sound, the pressure of the atmosphere as her twin crept closer. She put on a bit of a show, raising her snow white foreleg so that she could groom the fur much like a cat. Toes splayed and she licked between, making sure that she was clean of every single speck of blood from her dinner. She braced for impact.

A small grunt pulled from the monochromatic woman as her brother slammed into her. With practiced ease, she turned in his grasp, giving up her throat to him. Pain seared through her neck as she knew it would. Beneath the woman's coat, her pale skin was littered with the raised marks of her brother's love. She wouldn't have it any other way. The fae's pulse quickened and she released a sweet whine as Tiros held her in his loving grasp, asserting the dominance that they both knew she would never fight against.

Tiros growled out a question to her and Cirrus' paws rose so that her toes could sift through the dark fur of his chest. She felt the lean, hard muscle there and her whine turned into a breathy moan. Lust glazed over mismatched eyes as Cirrus hung there in her brother's grasp. He could kill her now and she would be happy to die for him. "Always," she choked out in response to his question. If she didn't strike a nerve, as he put it, they'd never get to have any fun.

"Speech"