Corr panted and shuddered, rolling her head slowly to look at Ruhk. She answered with a breathless, “You did.” She knew a yes or a no could be taken the wrong way, depending on how her violent twin was feeling. She moved and winced, her sex rubbed raw by the leather grip. Her eyes flicked to Ruhk’s mouth as she sucked on her own finger, and Corr drew her lip into her mouth, cleaning it of the blood smeared there. “I didn’t mean to be rough this time,” Corr said apologetically. She hadn’t resisted, which had made it easier on them both.<br/><br/>“All right.” She moved with a slow caution, moving painful for her, his crux crushed and bruised. She stood and stepped out of the bath, pausing momentarily as the ache flared. She wondered if Ruhk had do it on purpose, making her too sore to take the priest if he offered. Her twin was jealous.<br/><br/>She let out a breath and walked with short steps to the pile of clothes, picking them up and taking then to the bath’s lip for Ruhk to reach. After doing that, she went to the curtain, pulling it back a little to see if there was anyone close by, exposing a column of her tanned skin to anyone who might be close by.<br/>