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Taking Responsibility	By : exfaffy0000 Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 44692 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Taking Responsibility

"Illya!" Chloe called as she pulled her shoes off. She headed to the kitchen. "Illya, aren't you back yet?"
In that empty house, she clucked her tongue, deeply irritated and fairly mortified at the silence.
"Where *is* she? She said it wouldn't even take fifteen minutes!" She shoved other food aside to make space in the fridge for the gift she'd bought.
She'd been practicing what to say the whole walk home. She turned the tub of pudding in her hands, thoughts drifting. Buy pudding quickly, AGAIN, and catch Illya on the way home. Broach the subject of another transfer today, AGAIN.
"And how many more will I have to buy until she gets it?!" she demanded fiercely, but the pudding didn't have an answer. If it did it would probably give a rather pessimistic forecast. She shoved it into the fridge. "Idiot!"
She'd been the one to bring it up, true, but it was Illya who'd agreed to it. "Yeah you agreed to it, so how long are you going to make me wait, huuuh?!" She snapped at the air, clenching her eyes shut.
"Honestly," she thought, storming upstairs, frustrated with herself. "Can't read the mood. Can't tell how embarrassing it was for me to ask the first time. It's totally her turn for some initiative. I think I've earned that!"
She tossed her bag onto her bed, pulled her uniform top off. She was the one who agreed to this - she was the one who.... Her eyes softened as she caught her reflection in the mirror.
"She's the one who got me to stay." Pulling off her hair tie, she shook her head free, her long hair cascading down in loose, silky waves. She was the brown-skinned equivalent of Illya, no matter how anyone looked at it, and Illya was very, very pretty. "Take responsibility...." she said softly. She touched her soft lips, the same lips on Illya's perfect, smiling face. She swallowed hard, blushing at the memory of their kiss in the hot spring. "...She said it wasn't a big deal...but...." Even she had to admit how lewd it was. She glanced at her expression in the mirror. It glanced back at her shyly. If she tried, she could imagine Illya was in front of her, leaning in.
Slowly, her eyes closing of their own accord...she was just a breath away from the glass.
She peeked through her eyelids, her lips touching the cool surface of the mirror.
She peered into her own eyes, and pulled away.
"Aaaaa." She shook her head, trying to clear it, before flopping onto their twin bed with another groan. She sniffed, noting the ever present ache of her desire between her legs. "If I don't stop thinking about it...."
She slipped a hand down experimentally, across her taut tummy. 'What will happen to me if I don't stop...thinking about it?'
She'd moved to sleep with Illya last week. Despite the pillow wall they'd created, separating the bed, she'd gone to sleep aroused and frustrated, fearful she might say something in her sleep, six nights in a row. She moaned in frustration, and then, slipping a hand down to her panty-clad crotch, moaned for a different reason.
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"Chlo?" Illya called. "I'm back!"
Her shoes were here, but where was she?
"Clean-up duty took longer than usual," she called.
"Chlo? I know I said it'd be...fast?" She treaded the stairs.
"Chlo?" she called, at their door.
"...hughhh...*Illya*...." came a heated, muffled moan, clear through the wood.
Illya paused at the door. '...Eh?' Her head tilted in confusion.
She dismissed the first thought that came into her head and desperately searched for another one.
"I...Illya...." moaned Chloe's voice again.
Illya swallowed a lump in her throat. Another thought could not be found - was her twin...masturbating?
She spun on her heel, a complete 180, shock and embarrassment plain on her face. She took a step to march herself back downstairs.
"Ah...ah Illya...! I...Ilya...! Illyaaaaa...."
The fact that it was her name being groaned so passionately finally sunk in. 'W...why is she masturbating to me?!' she demanded, going dizzy with the thought. The floor under her feet seemed suddenly less than solid.
"Il..ya...Illya...!"
The groans persisted, growing louder and hotter.
'Nononono. She can't be.' She turned, hypnotized almost, reaching for the door handle, face bright red. 'She...can't be...right?' It had to be some kind of misunderstanding. She pushed it open, gently.
"Aaaaahhnnn...."
She paused, awestruck. Chloe was facedown, little brown butt lifted into the air. Her dark skin was glistening with sweat. The air was musky with the sweet smell of sex. Both hands were pressed between her legs as she pleasured herself with innocent abandon, her nose rubbing into a pillow.
Illya's pillow.
"Haaaaaaaaah."
"...My pillow," she uttered blankly, pushing the door open as she took a step forward in shock, the bag she was holding slipping from nerveless fingers, hitting the floor with a thump.
Chloe froze.
"Hu...HUWAH!" she exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing Illya's pillow to cover her nakedness. Her legs kicked at the blankets as she backed herself up against the headboard. "Wh, what! Illya!"
"...I'm...back."
"It's not what you think!" she exclaimed loudly.
"Um, oh...kay." Illya said, scratching her cheek.
"NO. NOT OKAY." Chloe cried, squeezing her eyes shut. "I DEFINITELY WAS NOT...!"
"W...well...I'll just...uh...you can...."
Chloe bit her lip, a whine of frustration growing. A week of sleeping next to the reason for her arousal, being denied a climax she sorely needed, being caught like this by the person she wanted - it was all too much.
"It's your fault!" Chloe cried. "It's...all your fault I'm like this!"
Illya paused. Chloe was holding back tears.
"All..all your fault...take...take responsibility...f...fix me...!" she whispered, burying her face into the pillow with a wretched sob.
"Ah."
Like a switch had been flipped in Illya's head, she marched over to the bed and gripped Chloe's wrist tight. Her brown-skinned twin flinched, and then her eyes widened as Illya pressed her lips to her own in a forceful kiss.
"Mmm."
Kissing her, her twin was kissing her! Chloe felt the jolt from her mind right to her crotch.
Illya broke the kiss gently, her scarlet eyes peering hesitantly into Chloe's gold ones.
"Illya?" She was still holding her fast. "Why...what," was all Chloe could say in response, confused beyond rational thought, as Illya silenced her with another kiss. She struggled, until Illya took the hand she'd been gripping by the wrist and shoved it between her legs.
Chloe let out a muffled gasp. She could feel the heat and dampness of Illya's arousal through her skirt and panties.
Her fingers hesitantly curved, cupping, and she was rewarded with a short, low moan that broke their kiss.
They stared into each other's eyes in wonder at what they were doing.
"Is...that enough?" Illya asked, her voice tiny.
"H...huh?"
She gestured cutely. "Is...um, was that enough? I'm sorry. I...I didn't think about it. I...guess you've been needing...um...it...badly."
Chloe paused. She shifted her gaze to the side. "Mana. W...well..." It was enough. She could end it here if she wanted - they both could.
She could still feel the heat from Illya's panties on her palm.
"No." she said, fixing her gaze on Illya's eyes. "It...it's not enough. We...we need to do...m, more."
Illya examined her twin's face, as if looking for something. Or deciding something. Then she lowered her gaze, licked her lips absently. "Okay." She said. "More like...like what?" It was...getting harder and harder to breathe. Chloe mirrored her condition.
"Like...like other things." Chloe said, blushing, unable to articulate further, taking deep breaths and finding them lacking.
"Like what kind of other things?"
"More," Chloe whispered again, her eyes expressive.
Illya bit her lip.
She reached down to cup her twin's mound. "...This?"
"Y...yeah," Chloe gasped, the climax she'd been denied suddenly in sight again. Her hips jerked upwards, into Ilya's cupping hand.
"I see..." She kissed her forehead, then bending low, kissed her brow, her nose. She pushed Chloe gently onto the bed.
Chloe raised her flushed, dizzy face for another kiss as Illya crawled over her but she dipped lower, kissing her on her jawline, humming into her skin, lower, on her neck, and then lower, between her breasts.
"I...Illya..." Chloe breathed hotly.
"You're the dark one right? You're supposed to be the aggressive type." Illya said. "So what's the problem, hmmm? You're being way too docile." It was her body too, after all, she could guess at what she wanted. Naughty girl. She teased her lips with two fingers, earning sharp cries of surprise, before gently stroking a finger into Chloe's tight hotness. "Too docile. And...so wet...."
"Hmmgh!" Chloe stifled a gasp as Illya fixed her lips around her right nipple, stroking her finger into her tight wet vulva.
"And hard." Illya noted, her breath hot against Chloe's stiff little nipple. She brought her left hand up to stroke the side of her twin's body lightly, just where the ribs were. She kissed her way to the left nipple. Her ring finger began slowly stroking in and out, Chloe's tight hole sucking on her powerfully, getting progressively wetter.
Chloe's eyelashes fluttered helplessly. "Oh...I'm...I'm...!"
Illya stopped.
"Wait. I haven't kissed you."
"Hu...uh...k...kiss...?" Chloe breathed in shock.
"Yeah...it has to be a...kiss...right?" Dipping down, she gazed at Chloe's lower mouth, and before she could say anything, placed a sweet, reverent kiss on her wet, wet quim.
*Smooch*
Chloe's eyes widened in shock, and then began crying out as as Illya began kissing her lower lips noisily, sucking and swallowing the wet droplets from her cunt as her nose brushed her clit. "Uhhh! Ah...Ah...! Yes...yes...lick...me! Like me!" Chloe exclaimed, her orgasm denied one too many times. Her eyes were wild with desire, her mouth open, straining to convey her need, a scream of pleasure aching to escape. Illya hummed her understanding. She reached a pink tongue to give Chloe's small hard protruding clit a sharp lick, before fixing her lips firmly on it and sucking.
Chloe shrieked as her world exploded. Her entire body convulsed, her cum rushing out of her pussy, two hands reaching for the sheets as she arched herself into Illya's mouth, cumming hard and drenching her twin's chin. Illya kept sucking, licking, drinking the rush of her sister's cum, eager to draw more cries of helpless pleasure out of her.
Chloe panted, dragging air through her mouth, arms lifeless. "Oh...oh...my..."
Illya smiled, licking her lips as she crawled up Chloe's body. "Mwuh," she uttered, planting a mischievous, wet kiss on her twin's lips, her tongue slipping into Chloe's mouth, letting her tired twin have a taste of herself.
Chloe responded as best as she could, arms reaching up to hug Illya to her, a deep well of gratitude and adoration building in her for what her twin had done.
Illya broke the kiss, her eyes serious, and hesitant. "S...so." She began. "Was...uh...is that...okay?"
"Hm?" Chloe murmured, still hazy from post-orgasmic bliss. She felt Illya's legs shift in a discreet movement, and felt her mind clear the longer she stared into Illya's hesitant expression.
"Uh...um..." Chloe began, blushing as the idea took hold. "Actually...I...I should...I should have been the one to...to....k..." She cleared her throat with a feminine cough. "K...kiss you. Down there...and...d...drink it...."
Illya jerked, a small, contained movement.
Chloe swallowed, waiting for Illya to ask why she hadn't told her sooner, to get angry, to break the spell that had been cast. Her silver-haired, pale-skinned twin, however, simply shifted her gaze from Chloe's hopeful eyes to the side and back again repeatedly. Chloe felt that twitch again, in Illya's hips, and then her twin nodded with a soft 'Un.'
Illya got up on her knees, and Chloe lifted herself up onto her elbows, tracing her movements.
Illya blushed, turning her expression away as she lifted her skirt, and displaying her soaked panty-clad crotch. "I trust you. You...you know how this whole thing works after all."
Chloe swallowed hard at the sight. She got up, padded over on all fours. She halted, a breath away from her sister's wet sex.
"S...stop...staring..."
"Can...can you sit on the edge of the bed? ...And...take off your skirt..." Chloe said. "I'll...sit on the floor."
Her lip quivering like she wanted to say something, she just nodded instead. She stood up, undoing the clasp on her skirt and taking it off as Chloe arranged herself on the floor. The pale young original then slowly drew her wet panties off her thighs and slim legs, the moisture cooling on her hot skin, her face bright red.
Chloe waited in a loose seiza, on the floor at the edge of the bed as Illya approached.
Illya scooted to the edge hesitantly, spreading her legs. "S...so. What...what are you waiting for? G...go on," she said, looking down on Chloe's hazy, lust-filled expression, the excitement obvious in her voice despite how hard she tried to hide it.
"Y...yes..." Chloe said, leaning in, closing her eyes, fixing her mouth on her twin's sex.
"Y...yes...." Illya echoed at the sensation, closing her own eyes tightly, the sound of Chloe's noisy devoted service eventually penetrating the haze of pleasure, sharpening her focus, driving home the reality of the situation. Impulsively, she lifted her legs and placed them over Chloe's slim shoulders, locking her pretty ankles over her twin's back, drawing her closer.
Chloe gave no indication of any protest, her only response to bury her face further into Illya's wet cunt, soft feminine gasps issuing from her working mouth as she took her time. She felt...so happy with her head between Illya's legs like this, listening to her twin cry out in pleasure. It made her feel so warm inside, so...needed.
"Why...are...you...so...good?" Illya gasped.
Chloe said nothing, licking and sucking enthusiastically. All the spots where she was sensitive, where she would have liked Illya to lick and kiss at, seemed to be the same spots Illya liked. She continued to experiment, lashing against Illya's hard clit.
"N...next time..." Illya began, gasping, trying not to moan. "We...we can...do it at the same time...I...I don't mind...."
'At...the same time?' Chloe paused, conjuring up an image of the two of them, locked in a hot naughty embrace, their mouths around each other's sexes. She felt her lower parts stir excitedly in response to Illya's offer. She reached down with both hands to stimulate her crotch. "If...if you want." Chloe said, lifting her face to gaze up at Illya from behind lowered eyelashes. Her face glistened with Illya's arousal. "But...I'd be happy to...to do this for you...anytime you want..." she lowered her eyes. "A...*anytime*."
Illya swallowed hard, her chest rising with every difficult breath. Looking into her twin's submissive gaze, she had only one answer, to use her legs and pull her back down, letting loose a groan as Chloe closed her eyes and continued to kiss at her, lapping with her tongue, driving it deep inside her.
Hands busy between her own legs, Chloe continued, driving Illya close, and then somehow instinctively knowing she should slow down, lashing her tongue languidly at her twin's increasingly wet genitalia, eager to take Illya to higher and higher heights of pleasure.
"Soooo goooood..." Illya groaned. "You...how...how...."
This went on for quite a bit, Illya becoming increasingly hot and frustrated, the size of her climax building to a point Chloe could not bring her back from. Illya's thighs were now wrapped around her head, her legs almost crossed, her pale, white butt jerking off the bed, sending her wet sex up into Chloe's equally wet face often.
"I...can't!" Illya shrieked. "C...Chlo! It's...It's coming!!! It's...It's...!" Chloe lent out a pleased murmur of acknowledgement, shaking her mouth firmly into Illya's cunt before dragging her lips up to her little button, much in the way Illya had done to her, but tonguing and sucking it relentlessly, eager to deliver an Earth-shattering orgasm to her beloved twin.
Illya shrieked as that tipped her over, her orgasm rushing out and flooding her sister's mouth, drenching her face and dripping down her chin, Chloe swallowing noisily as she happily gulped down as much of her sister's warm wet cum as she could.
Illya's thighs squeezing her head powerfully as the contractions tore through her, and then she groaned, falling back, finally releasing Chloe, her legs going slack.
Chloe climbed back onto the bed and over her, leaning down for a kiss. Illya smiled, kissing her back, tasting herself just like she'd done to Chloe. Her face was a mess. She licked and lapped at it, cleaning her, the two of them swapping saliva and Illya's juices....
And then Illya squeaked in surprise. Chloe jerked back. "Illya!?" she exclaimed, as the girl twisted away in surprise. "What? What?"
"I...what...what's that!?" Illya demanded, staring down at her crotch in dismay, where a six-inch prick had appeared, of matching skin tone, smoothly joined to her groin like she'd been born with it.
"...That's...a...guy's..." Chloe blushed.
"YES, I KNOW. WHY?"
"Um, well, maybe, on a subconscious level, your body wanted to..."
Illya shook her head, throwing her hands up into the air, her new cock bouncing up. "So this is all your fault!?"
"No!" Chloe exclaimed. "It's just...well...maybe...just a little...based on what you've been giving me...I might have unconsciously...." She blushed further, fidgeting. "M...Maybe, while we were...you know...there was some backflow...or...or...maybe your body realized my need and your mind made one. It's...not really my...fault...it's just your latent ability as a mage...."
Illya considered this, and let loose a deep, troubled sigh. "Well...okay...but how do we get rid of it? Do you know?" As practical as ever.
"Well, if...if you make it...um...cum, it should be fine." She gestured with her hands.
Illya blushed. "H, how...?"
"Like this..." Chloe said, reaching out, glancing to Illya for approval.
Illya bit her lip. The idea was very, very agreeable to her, and her new appendage. She nodded, but she was unprepared for the sensation, gasping as Chloe reached out and gripped her cock, milking it slowly.
"If you keep doing it like this...it should...um, cum. That's how guys do it." Chloe said, inching forward as she stroked Illya's cock. It was warm and heavy in her hand, silky smooth skin over hard stiff flesh. It throbbed and pulsed as she handled it, enraptured by the texture.
"You...you sure know a lot..." Illya said, biting back a moan, blushing, enjoying the feel of Chloe's soft, warm, little hand.
"Well, it is a form of mana transfer." Chloe bit back, turning her nose up in the air defensively. "Um..." she began, her expression softening as she focused on stroking faster, more firmly. "...Do...do you like it...?"
"Y...yeah. It...it feels...wow, really good...."
Chloe shifted her gaze. "There's no real point if I don't drink it...so...."
Illya stiffened in panic as Chloe leaned down, hooking her hair over her ear and opening her mouth. "C...Chloe...! Are you really g, going to...."
In answer, Chloe closed her eyes, gently taking the head of Illya's penis into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue reaching out as if in welcome, lashing against it as she closed her pretty pink lips around the Illya's thick head.
"Hnnnghhhh!" Illya moaned, fingers leaping to grab Chloe's head.
"Need to get wet." Chloe explained and she licked and drooled about her sister's cock, as Illya's eyes widened in awe.
She began to suck. She was lying on her stomach fully, sucking and slurping as her hands ran up and down Illya's thighs and over her stomach. She found herself deeply satisfied between Illya's legs, just like before, breathing in this new, musky scent, at odds with what was coming from her wet pussy.
'...I...I guess I...really like doing this...' she thought, caressing Illya's thighs and feeling a deep sense of peace and happiness reverberate in her chest with every hot exclamation from her twin. 'But...only because it's her...if it's her....'
She gazed up at Illya's expression, watching the way her twin's eyelids fluttered, the way her mouth opened and closed in quiet, helpless, inarticulate pleasure. 'If it's her, I don't mind....'
Lowering her eyes, she took Illya deeper, stroking with her hands what wasn't in her mouth, tasting salty precum erupt onto her tongue. 'Cumming...?'
"C...Chloe...something...something...is...going to...!"
Chloe murmured an acknowledgement, closing her eyes and sucking hard, jerking her twin's cock off into her tightly sucking, warm mouth, gently bobbing her head back and forth in time to her strokes.
Illya gripped her twin's hair hard as she came with a loud helpless cry, her first load flooding her twin's small mouth with thick, hot cum. Chloe gulped it down, finding the act difficult due to its viscosity, adjusting herself, gamely gathering and swallowing mouthful after mouthful, the initial goal of obtaining mana forgotten in her desire.
"S...so...much...!" Illya gasped, hands gripping Chloe's head. "Drink...it...all...?" she panted in disbelief.
"Mmmhmm." Chloe murmured in assent from around Illya's visibly ejaculating cock, pulsing against her lips, trails of sperm escaping the tight seal to drip down her chin and onto the bed. Illya watched through half-lidded eyes, hips stiff, transfixed, her twin sucking everything all the way down, her open mouth gasping with every shot. She gave final, hard spurt. Chloe swallowed that too, finally allowing Illya's prick to emerge from her mouth, wet and quivering. She licked her cumstained lips.
"Amazing...."
"Hmm."
"It's...it's not...gone." Illya noted, but not with dismay.
"Well, um, I guess...you'll have to...put...put it in me," Chloe said, licking, cleaning herself distractedly.
Illya blanched. "W...what?!!!"
Illya's exclamation jolted her into focus. "W...well...that *is* the best form of magic transfer," Chloe maintained. "It's not a big deal for a magus...."
"But...it's...it's your first-
"It's fine!" Chloe said loudly, blushing. "I...I don't think it'll hurt, I tore it by accident a while ago...and...if it's you...I...don't mind."
"You...don't...mind?" Illya echoed, her heart thumping in her chest. She sat up, eyes trailing down Chloe's breasts, stomach, and to the enticing juncture between her legs. 'If her mouth felt that good...then....' She remembered Chloe's tight pussy clinging onto her finger and shivered.
"Just...hurry..." Chloe said, reclining, spreading herself. "I'm...really wet already...so...."
Illya paused, swallowing hard. "If it's...okay..."
"It's okay..." Chloe felt butterflies in her stomach as Illya crawled over her. "But please...please be gentle...."
"Y...yeah..." Illya agreed, trying to find the entrance and failing. "Um...I can't seem to...."
"I...I think you have to...stroke it...in," Chloe whispered.
"L...like this?" Illya asked, her voice a little hushed too.
"Mm...yes...ah!" Chloe exclaimed once Illya had found the mark.
Illya gasped, her mind blanking out as she slipped in, agonizingly slow. Chloe may have broken her hymen, but she was still virginally tight. The only thing that been in her was probably two fingers, and the only reason she was even able to take Illya's thick cock was because she was either soaking wet, a natural, or both.
"Go slow," Chloe gasped, her cunt working to accommodate the Illya's girth.
"I'm...trying...." Illya whispered, sweating, straining, her passage into Chloe's tight channel getting easier and easier, trying to resist a strange, animal urge to force everything in one thrust. She was halfway in when she thought she should take a break. "...Chloe?" she asked, lifting her head to check with her twin. "Chloe...it feels...so...Chloe?"
Chloe was deeply aroused - Illya could feel how wet she was as they were joined. Her eyes though, contained just a hint of sadness. 'I know.' She realized, shocked. 'I know because she looks like me.' "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"No...I...." Chloe swallowed. Closed her eyes. "I...I love you." She said, her voice tiny.
Illya froze. She felt like her heart had skipped a few beats.
When next Chloe opened her eyes, they were deeply emotive. "You...you gave me a place to live. You...let me...into your family...you...you saved me...I'm...they called me a miracle." She gazed into Illya's shocked eyes. "I'm here thanks to you. I...want to live, with you. I love you. That's the truth. That's why I don't mind. I want *you* to be my first." She swallowed. "I may...dissappear anytime." She smiled. "Before then, I want to give you *everything*. I want to thank you for...accepting me...I...Illya? Illya?"
Illya's eyes were hidden by her bangs. She leaned down, kissed her twin's neck, and then bit at the soft, smooth, brown skin in an almost fiercely possessive way.
"Illya?" Chloe gasped in surprise and pain. "Illya what-" She gasped again, feeling her twin's incredibly stiff flesh move in her. "Illya do-" But Illya just kissed her, hard. Chloe moaned, breaking their liplock. "Do you-"
Illya kissed her again. "*smooch* GOD! How many times..." *smooch* "Do I have to kiss you," *smooch* "Before you get it?" Illya panted, her eyes a well of emotion. "You keep going on about taking responsibility, but...you're making us do this...making me...crazy about you! So...just...don't disappear...!" She dipped her head down again, muffling Chloe's answer with her mouth, arching her hips and driving them down, as if trying to lose herself and these thoughts in pleasure. "Don't...dissapear!" she cried into Chloe's lips.
Chloe's pussy had stretched sufficiently around Illya's member, and so the pleasure far outstripped any sort of pain she felt by leagues, leaving the both of them gasping and moaning each other's names as their bodies fell into the rough, natural pattern of two bodies joined.
"Is it good?" Illya grit out, biting her twin's ear, licking it, washing it with her tongue wantonly. "Tell me you feel good...please...I want to hear it...."
"It feels good! It feels good!" Chloe groaned, her hands around Illya's neck as Illya worked out a clumsy rhythm, her thrusts growing stronger, rougher, more certain. "It feels good! It's...so...thick!" Chloe gasped, "It feels...so big! You're...you're so...deep in me...Illya! All the up to my stomach!"
"No...you're...you're just...small..." Illya gasped, her breath hot in her ear. "You're so small...so tight...!" she choked out. "You feel so...so good...!"
"R...really?" Chloe groaned. "Really?" "Yeahh!" "Illya...I...Ilya...! I'm going to cum...Illya! ...Illya...I...IiiiiiiI!!!"
"Wait...wait...Chloe! Chloe! C...Chloeoooo" Illya groaned, as Chloe's pussy drenched her lower half, going into overdrive around her inexperienced prick, milking her with its exquisite tightness. "Huuughhhh, haaaaaa!!! Chloeoooooo unhhhh...." Illya cried, eyes rolling back as she lost control, pressing as deep as she could go, her cock exploding hot, thick cum into the absolute depths of Chloe's tight hole. Chloe squealed loudly at the sensation, pulse after pulse filling her to the brim with semen.
As each hard pulse wiped Illya's mind, she leaned over, her lips seeking her lover's, and they kissed, muttering their names and unintelligible words of adoration as they rode out their mutual orgasm.
Illya fell on Chloe, who found the weight comfortable. She dragged long, deep breaths through her mouth, feeling like she'd spent the entire duration of that orgasm underwater.
Chloe kissed Illya on the top of her head. "...I won't...."
Illya head stirred but did not rise. "...mm?"
"I...I don't think I will. If..." she blushed. "If we keep this up. The card in me is another matter...but...."
"We'll find a way." Illya said, her voice rumbling against Chloe's chest, drawing circles in her sister's skin. "...And...you don't need to worry about us not doing this again..."
"Ah!" Chloe exclaimed, remembering the main point of their union. "It's not gone!"
Illya raised her head. She was tired, but there was an evil glint in her eye. "Noooope." She said, her length hard and throbbing in Chloe's tight, clamping cunt.
"Then...maybe one...more time?" Chloe said, averting her eyes, a gesture Illya found ridiculously cute.
"Hm, sure..." Illya said, grinning, rising.
"Wait! WAIT!"
"...What?"
"The door's open." Chloe exclaimed, blushing.
Illya paused, and then laughed, rolling her eyes. "Jeez, what are you going on about at this stage?" She stretched, pulling her prick out of her twin's pussy. It glistened with their combined juices. "Although...it's getting pretty late...we should probably have a bath...."
Chloe paused, blushing. "W...well. We are pretty sticky." she said. "...And...it'll be harder to get caught in there when they get back."
"Hmmm?" Illya crooned. "Aren't you a lewd one. How many more times do you want, exactly?"
"You suggested it! Don't get me wrong!" Chloe said, shoving her off and getting up on unsteady feet. "You're the lewd one!"
Illya frowned, a little put-off by her brusque denial. "What?! Weren't you begging for it just now?"
"Well, you were just saying how good it felt a minute ago!" Chloe called as she marched out stiffly.
'That girl!' Illya frowned. 'She sure isn't honest!' She crossed her arms in a huff.
A beat, and then Chloe peered back in. "G...get towels. And pull the sheets off we need to wash and change them."
Illya blinked at her. "Er..."
"Are you coming or not?" Chloe demanded.
"Y...yeah."
"Then don't keep me waiting." She spun round, her hair whipping. "I'll get the tub filled."
Illya sat, momentarily floored by the exchange. She looked down at her stiff dick.
'...Wait, what are we even arguing about, again?'
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OMAKE
[On the roof]
Sapphire: "...Nee-san! Oh YES Nee-san!"
Ruby: "...Yeah, take it, take it, Sapphire! Take it!"
Sapphire: "YES! Pull my trimmings Nee-san! Treat me like your cum rag! I'll take it anywhere you want! Oh, Nee-san!"
Ruby: "Hooo, Sapphireeee!"
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