Corr froze at the intimate prick, her breath coming quick and shallow. “Ruhk,” Corr murmured. It served as a name, but between the twins it was less, and much more. It was a plea and an acquiescing to the other’s dominance. “I’ll stay with you. I always do. You shouldn’t take it to heart, Ruhk.” She lifted her hand to cup her sister’s cheek, her thumb stroking over the lip of her physical reflection. “I’ll sink my daggers into whoever he says, if you want. I’ll steal a hundred trinkets. I’ll let him stab me if that’s what you want. I’ll be good.” He words weren’t spoken out of fear of the blade her twin pressed against her, but in reassurance as if Ruhk was a small child complaining of nightmares.<br/><br/>Corr’s hand dropped down her sister’s body and into the water. She rubbed her fingers against Ruhk’s sex, not dipping in but treating her slit as if it was a manhood. “Why give me my own blade when I would prefer yours?” she murmured, trying to turn her sister’s mind from blood and pain to something more agreeable.<br/>