"Don't worry, my dear sister..." Zjasha's words came out almost as moans, deep hot breaths interrupting her words as she played with Miria's moist sex. Her fingers digging deeper into the fleshy confines, rubbing and playing with her clit and lips. Zjasha herself was getting more and more aroused, her sister's soft breasts pressing against her own. Those globes almost seemed to meld into a mixture of softness, linking their two chests together.<br/><br/>She was getting so hot, her own arousal and that or her sister mixing and somehow turning her on even more. She wasn't used to something like this. There was a reason why she was allowed to bring those scrolls to their Lord in person. Zjasha had been one of his delicacies before, and understood his dark passions.<br/><br/>Those dark passions had found a new subject of desire. Her sister, and she was bound to enact his will. Making love to her own sister, the thought had never crossed her mind. Surely she loved her, but not like that. Or did she? As their bodies were rubbing against each other, she began to lose track of things. All she knew was how she had felt when their Lord used her body. Being so rough, so demanding, she almost felt the need for it now. Though her sister, would she be able to do that? To give her what she wanted? She couldn't possibly do this on her own.<br/><br/>Their black patterns surged with heat, both of the sisters would feel the energies suddenly bursting, fuelling their passion. It stimulated their senses, sent their skin aflame with comfortable heat. There was a need, to make the other feel what they desired. A need impossible to resist, they never wanted to.<br/><br/>"Miria!" The older sister cried out in a moan. Pulling her sister towards the bed, her fingers hooked inside her sex, while her thumb clenched on her clit. "Do your worst Miria, give your sister what she needs." Her sister's voice deeper than usual, almost as if from another being entirely. Was it?