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Taking Responsibility	By : exfaffy0000 Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 44694 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Taking Responsibility 2: A Day When The House Is Empty

Life was good. If they woke up late, morning wood was dealt with in the shower, Chloe growing more and more proficient at getting her twin to orgasm. She generally managed to wake up before Illya did, although she was not adverse to waking up to Illya forcing her cock into her mouth gently, when she felt the risk was worth it.
Illya loved mornings. She had vague dreams of hot wet sex, only to wake up and find Chloe's hungry mouth around her cock, swallowing it as deep as she could go. If not, she'd wake up, jerk off to Chlo's sleeping body or slip her cock into her open maw until her twin woke up, happy to suck her off.
The most erotic was when she didn't know if Chloe was asleep or not. She once rode out an entire orgasm onto her sister's face, turned on at the idea that she was sucking her off in her sleep, only to find that Chloe was faking. She almost took her right then and there - but it was a schoolday, and there was the danger of Liz or Sera walking in to wake them - they never got caught, but it was a thrill.
Illya soon began having her not so little problem every day. They tried to vary the times Chloe dealt with it, so that it wouldn't look suspicious.
Sometimes, Illya went to sleep unsatisfied. Chloe woke up early the next morning, eager for her twin's thick load. She ate little for breakfast on those days. A sixty-nine or oral at midnight was fine, if Illya really couldn't stand it, although of the two, Illya displayed remarkably more restraint. Chloe enjoyed fingering herself thoroughly while sucking Illya off - stimulating herself while she gave her beloved twin oral was always the shortest route to orgasm for her. If they were quiet, the bathroom was the best place for a quickie in school.
One day, the stars would align to give them a weekend to themselves, their social circles revolving in a way that that left them out of it for whatever reason. Liz and Sella, and Shirou away. The house, miraculously, empty.
That weekend was this weekend.
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Illya sighed, slipping off her shoes. "I'm home!" It had been her turn to clean the classroom today. Chloe has said she'd go ahead.
"Chlo?" She called again, peeking into their room.
"Hm? She must be in the bathroom," Illya thought.
She blinked, their computer was on. She sat down, wondering why. They rarely used it, their mother had gotten it so they could email each other. She jiggled the mouse curiously, and her mouth slowly dropped open.
It was a porn site. Beautiful, pretty women, tied up, in various positions and various states of pleasure and copulation.
It was not the only page open.
Vocabulary, positions, bondage, oral techniques...even an article on multiple orgasms, everything. Everything they'd done was in front of her eyes. She flicked and scanned through them like in a trance.
Chlo...Chlo had gone to this length to find ways to make their time together special.
Her breath caught on the last tab in the browser.
Maid cosplay.
"Ahem." came a soft cough form behind her.
Illya spun around, backing up and covering the screen reflexively.
"It would seem that you have a arrived quicker than expected." Chloe said. "I barely had time to make dinner and dress up."
"Wuh...." Illya's pretty lips parted in shock as she stared at her smiling, brown-skinned twin, dressed impeccably in a frilly maid costume. "L...Luvia's..." Illya whispered. "That's the uniform from Luvia's house...."
Her soft, silky hair was loose and blown-dry, the side-tie she'd claimed as a symbol of their difference still there. Flaring frills, and a cute bonnet topped it off. She'd just bathed likely, Illya could smell the scent of shampoo and soap that inspired memories of sneaky, naughty sessions.
"Teehee." Chloe said, spreading the skirt and spinning, posing. "What do you think?"
"W...why...."
Chloe paused. She turned to the side, blushing cutely, glancing at her shyly from the corner of her eye."The house is empty for the weekend. It'll just be the two of us." She pressed a hand to her lips. "Why? Don't you like it? You should tell me how cute I look...."
And just like that, Chloe accomplished what she set out to do - flip Illya's switch.
Illya staggered forward, raising her hands, slipping them around her waist, pulling her body to face hers. Chloe smiled in triumph, turning to her, puckering up for a kiss, and then freezing at the intensity in her twin's eyes.
"I...Illya?" she asked, backing up.
"....Call me Master."
"Eh? Shouldn't it be...um...Mistress...?" she asked, her rear bumping up against the wall.
"Master."
Chloe swallowed, Illya raising her hands to place her palms on the wall, trapping her against it. The plan was working better than anticipated, she thought, averting her face from the heat in her gaze. As her twin, she felt her heart speed up when she saw pictures of maids on the net. She thought...Illya might have a fetish...but, she didn't think that she'd be so different! She bit back a yelp as Illya pushed her knee into her crotch. "Master." Illya repeated into her ear, her tone husky, final.
"...Master...." Chloe whimpered. "Um...does this costume please you Master?"
"Yes." Illya said shortly before pinching Chloe's chin between her thumb and forefinger, angling her face, and kissing her soundly.
"Oohhh, M...Master!" Chloe exclaimed, or tried to, for Illya was tonguing her into submission as she ground her knee into her crotch. She averted her face, bringing a hand up to block her twin's advance, trying to fight the urge to give in, a happy, flushed smile on her face. "M..Master! W...wait...!"
"No." Illya said, taking her hand and pushing it to her hard erection.
"Mmm...I see you have slight problem, my Master. Shall I alleviate it-mmm!" Illya cut her off with a hard kiss.
As she tongued her shaking twin fiercely, she reached up, pulling the side-tie away, allowing her silky locks to fall across her face. She pulled away, cupping the meek, flushed face of her brown-skinned twin in her hands. "Yes."
Chloe nodded, whimpering. She knelt, shuffling down. Illya watched her with interest, leaning against the wall, trapping her. She felt...so...thoroughly owned. 'Master...' she thought, rolling the word around in her head as rubbed her forehead against Illya's groin, feeling the stiff prick trapped by her panties. 'Master.....' She shook her head to clear it. This was what she wanted...but she needed to keep some semblance of thought if she wanted to make this night work....
"I...I have a present for you, my Master." Chloe breathed, her tone honey, hot and thick, smoothly reaching up and pulling her skirt and panties down. Her sister's erection sprung up, hitting her chin. "MMmmm," she sighed, resting her cheek on Illya's groin, nosing the base, placing a submissive kiss there, and then another, feeling it bounce in response. She ran her hands up and down Illya's thighs wantonly. "...Something I think you'll enjoy....but first...I'm going to show you how much I missed you...."
She reached up with her right hand, and with her eyes closed, pressed the side of Illya's prick to her lips, bringing her mouth to the head kiss by naughty kiss. Once there, she washed at the glans with her tongue, Illya shivering at the sensation. Then she drooled, lashed and laved at it.
"Yeahhh," Illya groaned.
Then. eyes cloudy and blank, Chloe opened her mouth and took her in, sinking her lips down the turgid flesh, bobbing back and forth with long, deep strokes.
Illya drew a slow, ragged breath as her eyes rolled back, lips parting in half-formed trembles. She reached down to caress her affectionately bobbing head, fingers stroking her temple, full cheeks and curve of her feminine jaw. "Nngghhh...that's good, Chlo...that's good...." She whispered, looking down, bringing her half-lidded gaze back to her twin.
Chloe pulled off with a docile murmur of contentment, her twin's shaft wet with her drool. She met her twin's adoring gaze and basked drunkenly in that look she loved, that look that made her feel like she was the only thing in the world that mattered to Illya right now.
"Does my Master like it?" she asked, slobbering over her erection, kissing her wetly, the sound loud and obscene.
"I do...." Illya groaned, rolling her head back as she Chloe sank her lips down on her again. "Keep going...."
There was an unhurried pace to her service that Illya had sorely missed over the past weeks, and it sent a distinct message that her vixen of a twin wanted to take her time worshiping her cock. It was like her twin had put the heat on low - it was messy, it was lewd, and it was getting her to her peak surely and steadily. Chloe was exquisite, the way she treated her sensitive cock with her tongue, mouth and lips with slow, wanton, masterful techniques, affectionate and adoring as she alternated the pressure of her wonderful mouth and soft smooth hands, building her slowly to her peak and letting her down.
"God, your mouutthhhh...!" Illya groaned, low, helpless. Sloppier than usual though, she noted hazily, sinking into embrace of her sister's familiar, incredibly devoted service, her cock becoming covered in her sister's drool.
Chlo pulled off, kissing a spot on her groin that made her jump, drawing her attention. "Calmed down a little, my Master?"
"Nuh-uh..." Illya said, favoring her with a heated smile. "Not at all." She gestured to the bed.
Chlo shook her head, a meek, secretive smile on her face as she stroked her shaft. "We're not done yet my Master," she whispered. "You see, now that you're wet enough...I'm going to give..." She opened her mouth wide. "My present to youuuu..." she said, swallowing Illya's swollen, throbbing, thoroughly wet cock all the way down.
"NNGHH!" Illya exclaimed, head snapping down, eyes widening, hands reaching for her maid's head. "AHHH!!! C...Chloooo!" she cried, her fingers tightening convulsively in her soft hair as she took her whole length into her throat, inch by inch, with an almost casual grace, sinking her lips until she finally, finally, kissed the base. 'Did...it...' Illya panted. "You did it...!" Chloe looked up at her, her eyes deep pools of lust and love. 'She...she...it's like...it's like she ate me...!' Illya groaned, her cock completely enveloped in a hot wet mouth, struggling to keep her bucking hips down. "Y...you...took it...aaaalllll...!"
"Mmmhmmm..." Chlo rumbled, and Illya gasped as her throat rippled around her.
Pulling herself off slowly, Illya's naughty new maid sank back down again, kissing the base once more. This time, Illya could not help it. She thrust up, hands tightening on her sister's head, pushing her cute nose to her groin, hunching over, letting loose a long, hard groan as the sensation of her cooing throat overwhelmed her.
Her gaze darted down, worried she might have hurt her beloved. She let her hands hover over her head.
Her fears were instantly allayed by the look in her twin's adoring eyes. Chloe reached up, took Illya's hands, and placed them on her head. Her grip tightening, Illya, slowly, experimentally, pulled her twin's head back, watching her maid's eyes close in submission and graceful concentration. "Ohh...hn..." she gasped, pressing her head down, thrusting herself back into the depths of her throat, until her lips were once again pressed to the base.
Mind overheating, she began, slowly at first, to fuck her sister's mouth, driving her cock into her mouth again, and again, and again. "Oh...god...unnnggg...Chlo...Chlooooo! Your mouth is...is...sooooo goood...." Something in her melted at the idea that Chloe would let herself be used so completely. Chlo responded with a loud, happy, muffled moan every time she called her name, her vocal, delighted submission serving to erode her inhibitions, her focus narrowing on her own personal, rising pleasure.
She didn't last a minute, thrusting the way she was, climbing higher and higher, soft, feminine cries escaping her lips as she buried Chloe's face into her groin one last time, eyes widening as her pliant, attentive twin felt her incoming orgasm and began swallowing, massaging her cock with her throat muscles.
'Cum' - that was what she was saying, Illya realized, her knees buckling as she tried to keep upright. 'I want your cum.'
"HNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" Illya cried, as her cock fired gout after gout of sperm down her lovely maid's eagerly swallowing throat. Sweat dripped from her brow and she barely managed to stay upright as her orgasm came and continued like it would never end, the sensations rising so high she was blinded by them.
When she finally came down, she blinked the sweat away and released the grip on her twin's head, pulling back, taking a measured, dizzy step away. "Oh...oh god...C...Chlo...."
"Mwuhee." Chlo winked up at her, licking her lips, not a single drop of cum on her impeccable uniform. The only clues to what she'd done were her chin, which glistened with saliva, her hair, messed up from Illya's grip, and a fluffy maid bonnet that was just slightly askew.
Illya sank to her knees, taking her in her arms, kissing her soundly, tasting herself, unable to fit anything in her brain except her twin's name, which she moaned often. "You're...you're amazingggg...I...I can't believe that you...you took it all...."
"I aim to please, my Master," Chloe cooed, a ripple of happiness rushing through her as her twin embraced her hard.
Illya reached out, feeling for her crotch under the voluminous folds of her uniform. She was absolutely drenched. Her thighs and crotch were soaked in her own juices. "Y...you're getting off to doing it as my Maid, aren't you?" Illya panted, awed. "Did you come?"
"Hnnnghh...I...I get off to you...Master...." Chloe panted as Illya gripped her poor, unstimulated pussy, edge of her palm rubbing her clit through her panties. "And yes...yes I d...did...I came...!"
"I want to fuck you, Chlo," Illya panted, crushing her body to her own, reaching down with both hands to grip her panty-clad butt. "I want to fuck you, right now-" she froze in the act of slipping her hand down her panties.
There was something...buried up Chlo's asshole.
Chloe blushed.
"...There's one more thing Master," Chloe said. She got up on unsteady feet, and walked to the bed, and Illya realized she was walking gingerly, not gracefully. She climbed up on it, kneeing her way to the center before bending over, on her elbows, ass in the air. She pressed her forehead to the bed, reaching back to hike her skirt up. "Master, my panties, if you would?"
Illya moved in a trance, getting on the bed, crawling over to her, reaching out to slowly pull Chloe's panties down. Her breath caught. Between her perfect, round buttcheeks, there was a plastic buttplug.
'How, what...where....'
"I've been I stick things in there, obviously. My fingers at first. Bananas. Cucumbers. I've been slowly, training it...ever since that day...." She squealed as Illya popped it out.
"But where did you...get this? " Illya asked, rolling the plastic device in her hand. 'Plug?'
"Online."
Illya swallowed, putting the plug down, eyes riveted to her sister's soft, clean asshole.
"I thought you'd like it," Chlo said, into the silence.
"K...Chlo," llya panted, swallowing. "I...I...."
Chloe smiled. "You do. That makes me happy. I told you...I warned you...." She wiggled her rump at her invitingly, keeping it spread with her hands.
Illya groaned, her cock thumping, wondering why she hadn't done anything yet. It ached almost painfully, demanded release, knowing from the signals from her brain that there was something incredible in front of her, and that she was fighting it for some reason. She reached, out, taking Chloe's flawless, tight, round bottom in her hands. "Won't it hurt?" Illya panted. "I...I...."
Chloe smiled, blushing with delight at her restraint and obvious desire. "There's some oil on the table...."
Illya reached over with shaking hands, taking the bottle of oil and squirting a more than reasonable amount onto the crack of her sister's rear.
"mmmMMmm....' Chloe moaned, feeling coy, wanting Illya's blood to sing with the same wanton lust that was in hers, feeling her lubricate her ass with one hand, gazing back, watching her lubricate her cock with the other. "That's all you need...hurry...do it...."
"C...Chlo..." Illya whispered, her voice hoarse. "Are...are you...sure...?"
Chloe smiled, raising her ass higher, wiggling it with need. "Oh don't make me beg, Master!" she cooed lasciviously.
"I...."
"Do me, pleeeeaasse...reward your cute maid by doing her ass with your thick, hard, cooooooooock...."
Illya groaned, taking Chloe's butt in her hands as she sang her desire. "You...are....sooooo...naaaugthyyyyyy....!" Illya cried, helplessly, pressing her cockhead against her rosebud, sinking her oiled length slowly into the maddeningly soft, oiled velvet of her twin's ass, her mouth stretching open at in helpless desire and delighted shock at its tightness.
Chloe gasped, softly, then loudly as she felt Illya slowly begin to stuff her ass full, her own mouth stretching wide the more Illya forced in. She'd been waiting for this, for so long, been training for so long, been teasing her ass for soooo loooooong. "F...finally...!" she groaned out, feeling Illya's cock fulfill her fervent desire, her hands dropping to the bed, clenching spasmodically as she allowed Illya to spread her asscheeks herself. "F...finally!!!"
"C...Chlo...?" Illya panted in askance, even as she pushed ever onward into her twin's tight, anus.
"I'm...I'm okay, Ma...Master...! Aaaaa, aaaaa...aaaaaaaaaaaa!" Illya forced more and more into her, relaxing herself, trying to make her lover's progress smoother, trying to recall every trick she'd looked up. "Aaaa...it...it feels sooooo gooood...." she moaned. "Hnnnnggggggg...! Master...Master...! More...put...it all in meeeee...!"
Chloe's voice shot through her like a bullet, and Illya groaned her name as she forced herself further and further in, listening to her soft, plaintive cries of pain and pleasure, as Chloe forced her tiny hole to accommodate her lover's length...and then suddenly, Illya pulled her down, slowly, easing the last bit in, her pressing her sister's perfect brown ass to her. The creamy white of her groin, the flash of brown skin, and then the hiked up maid skirt...they were joined, completely. "I...It's...warm...and...soft...and....and tight! And...I...."
"I...I can feel it...!" Chloe groaned. "I can feel it...Master...please...please I can't...do it...do me...do your maid in the ass!"
Illya pulled out with a groan, her twin's perfect ass sucking back at her. She barely managed to pull back an inch, before she pushed it back in.
"UNNH!" Chloe cried, even as Illya pulled back and penetrated her again, and again, and again, fucking her with short, powerful strokes, loosening her, fucking her passage into the shape of her prick. "UNNHHHH...UNHHH...UNH, UNH..."
"Ah, ah I'm fucking you Chlo...!" Illya panted convulsively, riding her, fingers tight on her asscheeks. "I'm...I'm fucking you in your ass!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....!!!" Chlo howled, twisting under Illya's assault, fingers fisting the sheets, the deep penetration of her hot, steel spear stimulating nerves she'd never stimulated before. "AAA, AAA, AAA!!!!"
"Chlo, Chlo, Chlo...." Illya panted, chanting her name, driving her cock into her with almost full length thrusts, mercilessly sodomizing her shaking, wailing maid, trying impossibly to penetrate further into her snug rear. There was no restraint, the brakes had been taken off - as long as she heard the ringing cries of her sister's pleasure, she was on full-auto. She slammed against her, groin slapping against her ass, her brain looping on the maid costume, the deepthroat, the anal sex she was currently enjoying...! "Mine...!" Illya panted, gaze locked on Chloe's sobbing writing body. "Mine, mine, mine...! You're all mine Chlo! The whole weekend, mine! No more hiding, sneaking about, no more waiting!"
"All yours, Master!" Chloe wailed in wanton agreement. "But not just this weekend, forever! For...foreverrrrr unnnhhhh...!"
"UNNNNHH! Chlooooo! UnnnnhhH…I...I love youuuuu...!"
"Loooveee...hah, hah, hah...you...tooooo...uah...uah...un...unh....." Chloe panted back, her mind feeling like it was melting away. Each of Illya's rough, violating thrusts resounded through her body intensely, her elbows slowly becoming unable to support her weight. With each particularly hard thrust they spread further, until Chloe was reaching out, clawing at the sheets, her mouth open in helpless pleasure, eyes bright and lost, cheek pressing to the bed.
'I...I'm going to cum like this!' Chloe realized, the thought penetrating layers and layers of pleasure. 'I...I...!' "Ah, ah, ah, ah-I'm...I'm going to cuuum-mmm! Unnhh...ah, ah, ah-"
At her twin's declaration, Illya sped up, the pause between Chloe's sharp, feminine 'AH's became shorter and shorter, until they melted into one long, sharp keen. "Unnnggggg Illyaaaaaa!!!"
"Cumming...Chlo...cumming in your ass...in your ass...in your ass," chanted Illya, sobbing, her twin's hot, soft, tight anal cavity milking her to an incredible, inevitable orgasm. "I...can't!" she groaned, slamming herself home repeatedly. "I'm can't...! I canh...a...AHN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHNNN!!!" She ejaculated, hips stilling but for minute thrusts, body locking up, depositing the first hot rope of cum into her twin's soft tight bottom, tongue wagging, eyes rolling back into her head with the intensity of her ejaculation. Chloe howled in symphony as the sodomy combined with the feeling of getting her little bottom pumped full of hot cum triggered an orgasm of her own, her pussy convulsing, splattering wet cunt juice between her twin's thighs.
Illya humped at her, her ejaculations coming faster and faster, milked by the contractions of her sister's tight, soft ass, thrusting as she rode out her massive orgasm with a loud cry that had long gone hoarse. Finally, achingly, they came down, Illya's hips stilling briefly before rocking again into her thoroughly fucked tightness, once, twice, before she collapsed onto her twin's back in a similar position to the first time she'd taken her from behind, on that rooftop. She reached up, running a hand along her twin's outstretched arms, over the back of her hand, locking their fingers together. "Oohhhhh...Chloooooo...it was soooo gooooood...!" Illya cooed, her eyes half-lidded, post-orgasmic bliss causing a wide, happy smile to spread across her face as Chloe's hot ass milked the last remaining spurts of her orgasm. "Againnnnn...!" she pleaded, lost to lust as she began to hump at her sister's ass.
"...Mmmmm...as you wish, my Masterrrr," Chloe crooned, squeezing down, an identical indecent smile on her panting face. "Fuck me...fuck me as much as you waaaant...!"
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"I won't be able to walk right." Chloe whispered. Her uniform was completely disheveled, more off than on. She'd lost a button or two in their passion as well. 'Lucky I got spares.' Her cunt and ass leaked with her twin's cum, seeping into the mattress, a veritable puddle of semen. She rubbed at her tummy and womb. She was so full. She'd taken it everywhere. 'So fullll....'
"You're not leaving this house anyway," Illya said, lying next to her, panting into her ear, a happy smirk on her face.
"You'd make me crawl on my hands and knees...?"
"If you want to." Illya whispered into her ear, kissing it hotly. "If you think you need to...but you'd better not, I'd be tempted to join you on the floor."
Chloe shivered. Illya's switch was well and truly flipped, she decided, her hand stroking the still hard flesh leisurely, as she'd been doing for the entire duration of the lengthy break they'd taken.
There was just one more thing to do before they went to the showers and prepared dinner together. She turned her sweaty, horny gaze to her twin's identical one. "I love your cum Master," she whispered, speeding up the pace of her handjob, her eyes holding the promise of something wicked.
"I know," Illya whispered, her eyes alight with similar passion. She slipped a hand down, laying it on top of Chloe's own. Together, they rubbed at her soft, smooth, tight flesh, where her womb should be, and her tummy. "You've taken it everywhere...."
"I love you more, of course, but your cum...mmmm." Chloe made a show of licking her lips and her twin's prick twitched and throbbed against her jerking palm in response.
"You want some right now?" Illya asked, her voice low.
"Oh yes." Chloe whispered. "Can I? Can I really have some more?"
"Choose. Tell me where you want it...." Illya whispered hotly.
Chloe smiled. Flipped, flipped completely. Her twin was now as uninhibited as she was. "I'd like some on my face please," she purred.
Illya's mouth parted, her eyes bright with pleasure and shock as she searched Chloe's heated, unwavering gaze.
"Would you do that for me, my Master?" Chloe whispered, feeling her twin's leaky cock twitch and jerk powerfully in her hands. She smiled knowingly. "Would you cum on my face?"
An identical smile slowly spread across Illya's own, and she kissed her naughty twin on the lips in response, before rising, straddling her chest. She dipped her cock down, stroking herself slowly.
Chloe had a sly, catlike, pleased expression on her face, her eyes narrowed in languorous lust as she moaned kissed it on the head, capturing it between her lovely lips. She sucked, deliberate and slow, the smack of her lips long and indecent. Illya expelled a wordless, ragged breath in response.
She then raised her face in an arc to nuzzle it affectionately with her nose. "Rub it on my face Master...."
"Nnnnnngggg...." Illya groaned, obliging her, dragging the swollen, slick head across her soft, smooth cheeks, tracing it around her pale pink, sexily-pouting lips, the feel of that particular area causing a spew of precum to drip from her cock. Chloe's eyes continued to dance. Illya traced the glistening, sticky substance, a most obscene form of lipgloss, across the delicate shape of her soft lips. She rubbed the precum against her cheeks, across her nose, under her pretty nostrils, smearing it, dragging it ever so slowly up against her forehead, dipping to rub herself under her chin. Chloe moaned, licking her perfect lips while she did so, her gaze hot and half-lidded. Illya's eyes were riveted to that hot, hungry gaze, her cock swollen with her arousal, well-and-truly teased. Her hand was a blur on her shaft as she began jerking it wildly. "...You...naughty...naughty...maid," Illya cooed, tone laced with barely constrained passion. "You really want it...?"
"Mmmhmm," Chloe agreed, purring, as a shot of precum struck her in the forehead. Illya was drizzling it. Her lips parted just slightly, so turned on was she by their indecency. "But I'm your naughty maid, master. So do it - cum on my face...cum on your naughty maid's face...."
Illya's pants reached a peak as Chloe's dirty talk pushed her over the edge, jerking her dick as she erupted cum all over her, the first hot rope landing on her forehead, dripping down her chin. and moaned, eager to continue to show her Master how much she loved it the creamy jizz coming fast and unbidden, painting her maid's face, her eyes closed against the steady flood of cum.
"Aaaahhhnnnnn..." Chlo cooed, opening her mouth, begging cutely for a taste, Illya obliging her with a shot or two before closing her eyes and fapping everything else out onto her twin's pretty face.
"Unh...unhh...unhhh!!!" Illya panted, struggling to keep her eyes from rolling back. She didn't want to miss a thing. "Unh...unh...unh...! Hhh...hnh," she panted, slim frame heaving.
There was a strand or two in her twin's hair, but the majority was all over her pretty, delicate features. Still spurting, she rubbed her cock on her forehead, burying her sensitive cockhead against the soft, cum-covered skin, using her to squeeze herself dry.
Chlo's eyes blinked open, bright with the fire of her desire, cloudy with lust, safe from the downpour. "Thank youuuuu...." Chlo mouthed. She'd barely gulped down the sperm, before Illya plugged her mouth with her cock, indicating she should suck at her gently.
"Mmm..." Illya sighed, breathing deeply as Chlo very delicately sucked at her spent cock, coaxing the last few dregs of her orgasm out with gentle, practiced ease.
She pulled herself away, and then leaned down, kissing her sexy naughty twin on the lips, cuddling close to her thoroughly done body. "You...are the naughtiest-"
"Just as naughty as you are, my Master..."
Illya smiled.
"Well...now we can shower." Chloe said, pressing up against Illya's persistent erection.
"You want another one?" Illya quipped naughtily.
Chlo giggled loudly. "Heehee...no...maybe later...after dinner...." she kissed her twin on the shoulder. "Did you like that? Your cock seemed to have..."
"NNnnnn..." Illya sighed, laying back. "It was...wonderful...."
They cuddled like that for a bit, resting, bathing in the afterglow of their sex.
"...Chlo. Things will be alright, won't they? I mean...."
Chloe titled her head in askance, and Illya scooted closer, kissing her on the neck meekly.
Ah...her existence, was it? "...As long as I live..." Chloe began, eyes soft, "Prana will be consumed, bit by bit." She lifted her twin's face, nuzzling a smile into her neck. "I guess you could say I can't live without you."
"That's fine," Illya said, drawing her chin up. "That's completely fine with me...." she said, kissing her slowly. "Just...just one thing at a time...."
Chloe smiled, closing her eyes. "Living is...wonderful...." she whispered against her twin's lips.
"Mmm..." Illya agreed, kissing her back.
"Now, my master..." Chloe said, parting, mischief in her eyes. "Dinner, or a bath?"
Illya smiled, pulling her back down. "You."
Chloe smiled back. "Be at ease my master...I come with either choice...." 'And so will you.' She giggled to herself wickedly.

"Well I can't make a decision unless you tell me more about the choices.... " Illya whispered. "How does the bath go?"
"Like all our baths go..." Chlo whispered back saucily. "But this time I want to see how long I can hold my breath...."
Illya's sharp intake of breath made her giggle.
"We wash. But this time, if you wish, you can wash me first...the reason I'm so dirty is because of you after all...."
Illya smiled lustily at the idea of taking her time exploring her twin's body in steamy bath. "And dinner?"
"I rub some tension out of your stiff shoulders while you start...and then I rub my first course meal out of you..." she paused and leaned down, breathing into her twin's ear, "Under the table...."
"Nnnnnn..." she moaned, rubbing her stiff prick against her twin's stomach. "And after?" she breathed, hugging her tightly.
"Whateeeeever you desire...."
"I want to tie you to the bed..." Illya whispered. "You can serve me in the day, but at night...at night I'll reward you...I'll reward you until you pass out...."
"Serving you is my reward, my silly master...." Chloe whispered, trembling from such excitement it made her a little afraid. "But if that's your wish...if it pleases you to see me pass out f...from pleasure...w...what am I to say other than yes?" she swallowed. "Yes, please...."
Illya smiled. Chloe saw love, happiness, and a hot lustful possessiveness in the dark red pools of her eyes.
"Bath first then," Illya whispered.
Chloe could see an identical smile on her face, reflected in her twin's wide eyes. "Un," she said, happily.
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Sorry this took so long, but that's a good stopping point for now! Next chapter I will be fulfilling the 3plus tag. Look forward to it. In the meantime, there are LOTS of other fandoms I'd like to explore! I mean that's seven chapters in here already!
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