The girl relaxed a little when her twin called her Corr, accepting her submitting. Ruhk rarely damaged what she saw as her possession, and Corr belonged to Ruhk in every exquisite way. They knew it, but liked to re-enforce it to keep it fresh. Corr crooned softly, a sound their mother made, her fingers stroking over Ruhk’s sex not piercing her. That would shatter the illusion.<br/><br/>She shut her eyes and bared her throat for her sister’s teeth, vulnerable to teeth that she didn’t doubt could kill – though she had yet to see her twin kill by using her teeth. She gasped softly at the nip at her ear, and said, “Ruhk.” Just the name under her breath. “Shall I hold my breath or will you sit on the side?” There was no change of tone midway through – she would do either with equal readiness.<br/>