"Is it wise to consort with both siblings, sister dear."<br/><br/>Valere watched as the princess left the quarters before removing herself from the shadows. Clad in the simplest of gowns the woman still struck an imposing figure. A smile pulled at her features as she crossed to her the comtesse, cupping the soft flesh of Honore face she stroked the skin.<br/><br/>But her eyes hardened and the smile fled as she struck her sister.<br/><br/>"I swear you would ruin us with your frivolous pursuits of the flesh. What if I had not finished my work?"<br/><br/>With a shove the Comtesse sent her sister back into the bed she'd spent the night toying with the crown princess of a country that hated her. Careful measured strides had her standing over the fallen women and felt passion at the display. Leaning over the bed she touched the sides of her beautiful sister.<br/><br/>"Don't get me wrong sister dear; but we have only just begun. You would pluck the fruit before it is ripe and all would go to waste."<br/><br/>As she talked her body lowered itself and her slender fingers tightened upon the flesh. Her breath became heavy as the scent of sex upon her sibling drew her into a sort of madness. Lips parted and descended upon Honore with hunger, teeth nipped and bit and a most jealous and possessive of growls rumbled in the throat of Valere.<br/><br/>"Dear sister, you are mine as I am yours. Please do not forget."<br/><br/>The comtesse laid pressed against her sister with loving passion.