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Princess, Sister... Lover? {billiam & fate}

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darkest_fate

machina erotica
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Princess Angelique felt warm. She'd felt warm ever since she'd first sipped the drink, the one that had been offered by a supporter of the kingdom. It had been her father's idea for Angelique and her sister to enjoy it, claiming that all the goodness in the kingdom lay with them. Personally, Angelique thought him too generous, and the initial sipping had been so delightful that perhaps she'd had more than her share. That would describe the strange heat, and the buzzing feeling that she felt within her.

The crown princess paused, bracing herself against a wall. One hand went to her stomach, holding it as if to help gather her breath there. Despite panting and looking a little worse for wear, there was no doubting Angelique's beauty. Truly, she had been rightly named in her angelic name. Beautiful soft hair, a honey brown so light it bordered on golden, curled about her pale shoulders. Her face had been sculpted often, claims of her great structure embarrassing the girl. Expressive brown eyes stood just above a perfectly shaped nose, which stood above slightly plump lips. Her frame was, perhaps, slightly lacking in curves, but there was no doubting her womanhood, especially not with her delightful breasts. Soft porcelain skin covered every inch of her, wrapping up the very image of princess perfection. Except now a blush marred the paleness, making her seem as though she'd been running a great distance.

"Perhaps I did have too much," she muttered. One hand went to fan, while the other remained pressing against. At last, the princess gathered herself, standing fully upright. She smoothed her lacy skirts, gathered the frilly, gauzy material about herself, and continued. She was supposed to meet her sister in the study for private lessons, something they'd established to help. Now she entered the room quickly, hoping that her sister didn't notice the flushed face, or thought it merely from her hurry to arrive.
 
((I thought about using a different picture, but I'm such an Emma fan, we'll just go the twin route))
Like her sister, Natasha had unwillingly taken a large amount of the drug present in the delicious liquid. She had no idea what had happened to her, or Angelique, but there was no denying as she settled into the study that something weird was going on. Her body was tingling, like something was very gently electrifying her. She looked almost her sister's exact equal, and was dressed in much the same kind of dress, a flowy, beautiful gown with layered skirts, and heels. She was sitting on a comfortable couch resting her head in her hands, trying to get her mind to clear up a bit. At the moment, she felt like she was lost in a mental fog.

For some reason, she was particularly excited and relieved to see her sister enter the room. The fog didn't exactly lift, and in fact the weird throbbing feeling throughout her body got more powerful as she laid eyes on Angelique. She attempted to ignore it as she scooted over and made room for the other girl. "Hey, I-I was gonna get started, but I have the weirdest headache that's been distracting me..."
 
Angelique frowned upon seeing her twin like this. While they'd always looked identical, Angelique had always been the one to protect Natasha, or at least, she often felt that way. True, they were twins, and true, they had several of the capabilities of their birthright: the unique magic and something of an emphatic link, but there were also those very slight differences. Which is probably why each fought against it in their own way.

"That's quite alright," said Angelique, forcing a smile as she slid into position beside her sister. Almost immediately, the princess felt her skin grow hotter. Indeed, it seemed as though Natasha bore some of the heat herself. Curious, Angelique paused to stare at her twin, wondering if they bore the same malady. They did have nearly identical physiologies, and they had drank the same liquid. It would only make sense for it to have the same effect.

"Where did we leave off?" asked Anqelique, tearing her eyes from her sister and reaching for a book. She immediately looked at the cover, frowning as she tried to recall exactly what they'd been studying. Rather hard to think of anything when your skin kept feeling as though it were growing hotter and there was a tingling developing over your body. Worse, Angelique could have sworn she felt a tightness in her chest.

"I was thinking about looking into the various affairs of the Minorth people," said Angelique, trying to use their studies to drown out the effects.
 
The most bizarre thing about whatever had come over them was that the closer they were to one another, the worse her condition seemed to get. with Angelique sitting right next to her, her mind went all the more hazy, her body all the more energized. She had to bite her lower lip just to stifle a moan as she reached for her own book. "Yeah, I uh... I was doing their uh... rivals, the Kadiss... Is that uh... Is that right?" She blinked a few times, suddenly finding herself very tired. But that wasn't right, either, because she didn't want to go to bed necessarily. She was just generally not very mentally present. "In 425, they attacked, but were defeated easily because the Minorth had a mage army... Or did I get that backwards?" She sighed dramatically and laid her head on Angelique's shoulder, shaking her head slightly. "This is not going to work, I can NOT focus..." It didn't help that this suddenly felt like the most comfortable place in the world.
 
Angelique could swear that her body hummed as her sister drew closer. It was as if it recognized that someone else was near, recognized it and reacted. The heat flared up, starting within Angelique's stomach and quickly spreading. The princess bit her lip, swallowed hard, and pushed the feeling aside. Now was not the time to think of such things. Later that evening, she would have to allow her fingers to ease her tension. Those delicate digits would delve between needy lips, seeking out the mounting heat and gathering wetness. Then they would come between two pink lips, almost smearing the juices about as if they were a balm. And Natasha would smile, teasingly announcing the taste of...

"What?" said Angelique, blinking. She shook her head. "No, that's not quite right. It was the Eragol. And the Minorth had the mages," said Angelique. Her mind was desperately grabbing at the facts, flinging them to the forefront of her heated brain. The princess shifted, thinking that perhaps she'd have to seek some alone time sooner. This mounting feeling simply would not dim. In fact, a new shiver and sensation shot through the princess as her sister's head touched her shoulder, making her straighten and gasp.

"Right," agreed Angelique, sliding away from Natasha. "We should probably get you to a healer. Clearly you are in no condition for this session. Come on now, Tasha,' she held out her hand, smiling toward her sister, and again hoping that her own face wasn't flushed.
 
Almost as if another person had taken her over, she reached out and took Angelique's hand and pulled her right back into her. "Oh, c'mon! You're always so serious about our studies! I don't need a healer, not when I have my wonderful twin sister with me..." She sat right up next to her again, laying against her once more. She looked up into her eyes in a way that could only be described as longingly.

The look lasted a little too long, and before the girl even realized what she was doing, she leaned up and began kissing gently at her neck, her hand running up and stroking her hair a bit as she moaned softly. Just as suddenly, she leapt back a little bit, managing to catch herself and stop before she went further. "O-O-Oh my Goddess, I... I... I'm so sorry, I... That was so strange!" She bit her lower lip, hating herself for how wonderful that had felt, and the anger she felt at herself as she pulled away.
 
Angelique gasped as her sister pulled her close. Contact sent her skin crawling once more, and it made Angelique nearly quake with want. Serious, yes. They were princesses. They had duties to attend to. Wonderful twins or not, they had to remember that.

Angelique looked down into eyes that were a mirror of her own. Except, these, well, these were filled with longing. Once upon a time, they'd looked at knights like that, especially as the men had trained shirtless in the yards. There was sexual want there, a desire to kiss and stroke the soft skin until both were trembling. Another fantasy flitted through Angelique's mind, and she licked her own lips, for a moment.

"No, we really should get you to the healer. You're--" Angelique stopped, her eyes going wide. Soft kisses trailed up her neck, each a light touch gracing her skin. Each one gave a burst of heat, and hands stroked her soft hair. Before Angelique could stop herself, a little moan and tremble left her. She had to bite her lip, forbidding herself from doing. The flush had gotten ridiculously hot now.

"It's fine," said Angelique. She swallowed hard, forced herself away. Her skin thrummed now, thoughts of her sister and those soft lips completely filling her mind now. "We... we really need to get you to a healer. This... this isn't normal," she licked her lips, closing her eyes. More vision. Dammit.
 
Unfortunately, Natasha's self-control only lasted for a short burst. Before she had the chance to stop herself, she was pressed back up against her sister's body tightly, giving her that same look as before, only now with lips slightly parted and cheeks a bright red. Within moments she once more had her fingers up and running through Angelique's hair, this time her lips pressing against the other girl's lips in a tight kiss. She broke it occasionally for breath or to whisper softly to her. "I-I don't know what's going on, I can't keep away from you... It's like it hurts to not be near you. You can feel it too, can't you??" She whimpered pathetically, needfully, and went back to kissing her, holding her face steady between her hands and practically pushing herself up onto Angelique's lap, praying no one would stop by to check up on how their studies were going.
 
Angelique had opened her mouth to protest once again, knowing what they should do, what they ought to do, and what they were going to do, if she had anything to say about it. Instead though, her sister climbed upon her. Hands threaded through her silken hair once more, and those open lips were seized in a passionate kiss. Barely had Natasha started kissing when she would find Angelique kissing back. The princess's tongue sneaked in, finding her sisters and flicking it, beginning a duel. For that raging heat that had been smoldering within her burst into flames with the kiss. When Natasha pulled back, she'd find her sister flushed and nearly panting.

"I know what you mean," said Angelique. She flicked her hand, shutting the door and sealing it. Then her hands went to her sister, crushing their bodies together. Angelique's lips sought Natasha's, and they began dueling. Pure need and want fueled the princesses, driving Angelique over the edge of reason. Her teeth lightly nipped her sister's lip, nibbling that soft flesh, enjoying the taste. Tongues lashed, lips dashed, and teeth grasped.

Meanwhile, Angelique's hands had started feeling about her sister, touching that oh so familiar body and seeking out spots to stoke the flames that burned within.
 
Natasha was surprised to find her sister was just as eager to join the fray as she was. Whatever had come over her had most definitely afflicted her sister as well, though Angelique clearly had, at least at first, managed to get a better grip on herself. But with Natasha's lack of self-control, the walls were quickly coming down.

She soon found herself repositioned so that she was practically sitting on her sister's lap, her skirts hiking up slightly to reveal her thighs. Fueled by desire and Angelique's excited responses, she continued to deepen the kiss, adding her own tongue to the embrace, her arms wrapping tighter and tighter around her sister's body. She was shocked at the way that everything almost seemed to be moving of its own volition. This became even more problematic when she looked down to see her hands working away at removing Angelique's dress! Meanwhile, the rest of her body was actually gyrating a bit, as though trying to grind up against her sister for just the tiniest bit of extra pleasure.
 
Angelique drew her sister onto her lap, feeling their lower halves already beginning to grow acquainted with one another. Desperate lips continued to seek one another, kisses growing sloppy as the fires within raged ever brighter. Angelique's hand had a mind of their own, hiking up her sister's dress, baring more and more of that pale leg. One would sneak down, fingers trailing up her thigh, heading toward the connection between the legs. For already Angelique could feel that interior heat mounting within her, and she figured her sister's must be equally pleased.

The gyrating forms ground against one another, the friction from moving dresses sliding over tender flesh. Angelique could feel her own dress sliding over her tightening nipples, making her shudder, her lips sliding off the kiss in order to let out a low moan. Taking advantage of the situation, Angelique nipped at her sister's lips once more, then began steadily kissing down the pale neck. She worked her way toward the neck, where she began kissing in earnest, drawing the soft flesh there between her lips to nibble and suck, almost seeming determined to mark the other twin and momentarily destroy the illusion of symmetry.
 
Her mind growing hazier by the second, all Natasha couldn't even seem to focus on who it was she was with anymore. This was not her beloved twin sister, just someone who was as excited as she was and who she needed. Her hands were also growing in boldness, and soon she had begun actually removing clothing from both herself and her sister, urged on by the feeling of lips at her neck. She wanted those lips to move lower, and that meant the clothing around the rest of her body needed to be removed first. So she slipped the shoulders off of her arms and began pulling the bodice down to make more skin available to her lover.

In the meantime, she was given somewhat less to do while the other's lips were no longer where she could embrace them, and so set to work removing the other girl's dress as well, though the angling was a bit awkward, she was far too deep into the enchantment to care about such a silly trifle of a thing like that.
 
The kissing grew hotter, bolder. Angelique's lips drifted toward her sister's collarbone, teasing the flesh there for a few moments. Her hands had pulled at the silken folds of dress, even as she felt her own slide from her overheated flesh. The dress fell, revealing the thin cotton sheath underneath, as well as a corset tightening Angelique's waist, the various bindings tied off with ribbons and bows. It felt as though that were squeezing her overheated flesh now, imprisoning her within a case of cotton and bone.

"Oh Goddess,' she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. Her lips slid from her sister, little pants of hot breath instead gracing the skin, continual puffs of air. Her desperate hands now practically clawed the clothing off her sister, wanting to bare more flesh, to gain greater contact. Her hands slid across Natasha as her skin touched air, the fingers trailing downward. Her hand went to the girl's thighs, tracing steadily upward, moving aside fabrics in her attempt to reach that heat. At last, a finger would grace between her sister's legs, running along it, even through the thin fabric of the undergarments. the heat was apparent, as were other, quite visible signs.
 
This moment felt even worse than before, because she knew deep down that this was horribly wrong. She was screaming at herself to stop, to get up, re-dress, and go to bed before things got more serious. But she couldn't stop - it was like she was addicted, practically glued to her sister, and no force was going to pull the two of them apart.

She uttered the tiniest of frustrated noises as she found more layers beneath her sister's outter dress, but simply had to shrug it off and keep working away at her underclothes, having only minor difficulties with the corset that kept her so lovely but so very contained. But soon it was undone and she was pulling it away from her body. Perhaps in a more sensible situation, she would at least try to get them from this room somehow to their bedroom, but for some reason she just didn't care at the moment. The couch was just a surface for the two of them, the floor would have served just as well - and probably would soon enough.
 
The clothing parted beneath desperate, needy hands. Angelique's continued to stroke her sister between the legs, cramming the expensive fabric against the sex. Natasha's dress had rolled down, baring her breasts. It had been unwrapped and unraveled, showing those delicate white mounds to the air. Twin handfuls of white capped with slightly darker caps, jutting out already.

Angelique kissed her way down the front, pausing to moan each time, her lips sliding off. "Oh Goddess, Natasha. You're so, I love you," moaned the girl. The hand pressed even harder against the sex, driving more and more fabric against the sex, wiggling as the pressure increased. "I need you; you're perfect. Every inch of you. Mine."

The kisses continued to trail downward, till her lips seized a nipple. Angelique drew it between them, sucking deeply. She suckled upon the flesh, teasing the little nub against them. The lips slid and moved, kissing and gliding over it, forming it completely erect. All while her finger drove more and more against the sex, shoving the fabric against it for further friction. That tiny cloth did little to stave off the impressive, building heat.
 
Nathasha had lost all sense of reality at that moment. Unable to determine any longer what was going on except that she was in heaven, she cried out loudly. For all she knew, there were people out in the hallway who could have easily heard her cries of ecstasy but she couldn't think much farther than how badly she wanted her sister too. "Ahhh, my love, you're so wonderful! I never want to be apart from you, always in this moment... Mmmmmm, you must keep going..." She couldn't even make out exactly what it was that was being done to her. She could only sense a general powerful feeling of pleasure across her body. If she attempted to concentrate, she could tell that her sister's lips were playing against her chest and that there was a definite pressure against her crotch. But beyond that, it was as if her entire field of vision, not to mention her mind itself, was covered in a pink cloud of desire and pleasure. And with every passing second, that horrified voice inside her head that wanted her to stop and get away from this situation was being silenced more and more emphatically.
 
Lust fully clouded Angelique's mind, destroying her judgment and senses. There was only one thing that mattered: feeding the raging fires within. Already her body had a thin sheen of sweat, just visible upon her bared flesh. Both sisters still had the remnants of their beautiful clothing, roughly shoved aside to bare the necessities for sexual contact.

"We must keep going," hissed Angelique. her hands became more persistant. The one upon Natasha's crotch shoved nearly a full finger inside, shoving the expensive cloth withing. Angelique's finger wiggled against her sister's sex, toying with it. The pantie covered digit scraped the inside of those soft nether lips, gathering moisture and juices even as the heat increased about them. Constant wiggling, teasing and shifting, wanting to hear sweet cries from those beautiful lips.

As if to remind herself of that thought, Angelique tore her lips from her sister's breast. Instead, she seized Natasha's own, the two plump bits of flesh rolling against one another. Tongues dueled, passionate noises echoed, and then Angelique parted, panting as she locked eyes with her sister. Lustful, needy brown met lustful needy brown. And she shoved her hand within, seeming to push a finger as far as the panties would allow her.
 
For the first time since this whole moment between the two of them began, she actually began to push back from her sister only momentarily. It was not disgust, or even agitation with the girl. If she had had her way, she would never have pulled away again. Instead, she was giggling softly and reaching down towards her thighs and smiling softly, lovingly at her sister, in a way she had never done before. "I need you deeply sister, but not so much that I would risk hurting myself in the process, nor completely ruining perfectly good clothing..." She reached down and shifted her sister's hands out of the way only briefly and started taking off her panties. The action quickly seems like a good idea, and her hands, again of their own volition, began working to tear off her entire outfit and soon she was naked and working on removing Angelique's dress as well. It seemed like it would make things a great deal more enjoyable for the both of them. Of course, the split second the clothing was gone, her arms were back around the girl, pulling her in closely, kissing her without any sense of restraint.
 
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