Ruhk rubbed her slit along her own wrist as she shoved, pulled, shoved the pommel and handle of the blade into her sister's soft, warm body.  Her finger gripped it by the hilt, pink tinging the water where she gave herself a shallow cut along her own palm by how she held the dagger.  The edges closest to the hilt were dull, but she was holding it almost entirely by hilt and blade as she abused her mirror image.<br/><br/>Her half lidded eyes rolled, and her body tensed as she forced the dagger's handle even deeper into her twin, the hilt crushing her sister's tender places brutally and painfully.  Her other hand gripped the back of her sister's neck and her teeth bit firmly along the soft juncture of shoulder to neck, where clothing would hide it but Corr would remember how close to her neck it was.  Her own hips jerked and twisted, rubbing herself along her own body where it joined to her sisters, her mind conjuring images and falsehoods of what she was doing.  The pleasure built slowly, even as it increased for her sister; Corr usually had an easier time of turning pleasure to pain, where Ruhk often felt so little of either.<br/><br/>Lips and teeth pulled away, no blood this time.  She leaned harder into her sister, working just an inch or two of the blade's handle in and out of her sister's body, rubbing her most tender, deepest places with the simple pommel.  "Tell me you are my mate.  Tell me what I want to know."  Her brutal lovemaking - for that is what she saw it as, lovemaking - left little room for breath, but she did not care.