The other girl twitched, knees going weak for an instant as her sibling's fingers pressed along her bare sex.  The dagger twitched as well, but away from the delicate skin, not cutting, fortunately enough.  The slow, gentle rubs drew the seemingly fragile twin's eyes half-closed, and she leaned into her sister, breasts softly colliding and her forehead sinking to rest on Corr's shoulder.  "I don't<em>want</em>him to stab you.<em>I</em>want to stab you, Corr."  She twitched her hips, thrusting forward in a manner not the least bit feminine.  Ruhk kissed the gentle swell of shoulder, and then turned her head to the side, nuzzling the clean skin of her sister's neck.  "I want to put my blade in you, pretty Corr."  The dagger slowly slipped free of her fingers, sinking to the bottom of the pool slowly.  Her arms came up, sliding along her sister's arm, fingertips tracing lines up her back as she pressed her hips against the firmer touches of her mirror's fingers.<br/><br/>The lack of nails was a good sign; there had been times when Ruhk had sliced deep grooves in her sister's back when she was feeling particularly unhappy.  The easy change of attitude was a very good sign that Corr might escape without any new scars or missing any flesh.  Soft, gentle nibbles along her throat and the feel of her sister's hand in her slick hair and along her scalp increased the feeling of confidence.  "Suck me, Corr.  I want you to suck me off."  The soft, husky whisper was followed by a gentle nip of earlobe and soft tongue tickling of the same.<br/><br/>Corr had gotten off easy.