[Reminder: This story contains explicit sensual content, violence, mature themes, and references to trauma/abuse. Reader discretion is advised.]
Salīa roared out into a pillow. There was more she wanted to do, yet her eyes had become so heavy. So, she bathed by the warm pool within her quarters, then slipped into a simple robe with a large tiger motif on the back.
She fell onto her bed, her eyes lingering over the crescent moon from the balcony.
At the Faraway Forests, she didn't think about it much because it made sense, yet here at the palace, it felt strange to not be telling her brother and sister stories before bed.
There was no braiding their hair back or covering it. There was no wiping of their arms to make sure they were clean. Or gently carrying them to their beds after they'd fallen asleep in hers.
Not even the pitter-patter of feet or the soft singing sound of her mother's voice faintly filled the halls.
There was no late-night enjoyment of food and drink, as her mother would sometimes get cravings, just as her daughter did.
And no guests to see her, for her mother was not there. Maybe this is why I wished I could've enjoyed those leopards for longer.
It seemed her wishes were soon disrupted by a gentle knocking. She instantly gathered a dagger.
Her mouth opened to ask who it was at the door, yet her eyes felt silhouettes not there, but on the balcony.
Surely enough, she saw those familiar eyes.
"You two?"
"May we come in?"
"What are you doing here?" Salīa lifted, keeping her weapon close. "How dare you intrude?"
"Sorry, your majesty," they kowtowed and stayed there.
"What's going on?"
They looked up, staying in their bow.
"We wanted to go," said Lefu. "We did."
"But you looked at us so desolately, we thought we offended you."
"Please tell us if we have," they said.
"Offended me?"
Sure, I was disappointed, but the reasons were inappropriate.
"Do not worry, you can leave."
They rose but did not move. It was Letu who asked, "Is that what you want?"
"Is that truly what you wish to say?"
The moment between their waiting for an answer, to her opening her balcony, to them being seated on the bed blurred in a flash.
Yet all that transpired happened under her invitation. It seemed reason had left with her as her hunger took over.
Their chests were now fully exposed as she tugged at their clothes, and they slipped off her robe with ease. They worked on her neck again, yet she was tired of it.
It was she who leaned in for their kisses and greedily took each one they offered.
Their slightly different essences were what told her which twin was which, yet both blended into her with such ease that it almost didn't matter.
For both their lips were soft and full, and their tongues long and eager. Their hands, just as curious, and their bodies as firm.
They traced over her, head to toe, kissing each part of her without pause. She couldn't even find it in her to hide her moans and groans.
Her hands too traced over them. Yet each time she lowered too much, they'd simply lead them elsewhere.
It was strange since she could certainly feel the pulse of their hardened bulges, yet they restrained themselves still.
Even when she was fully naked before them, they did not push or press inside any part of her. Only their tongues would fill her.
They whispered for her to relax and not worry. And it seemed they truly meant it, for they would not permit her anything but her own pleasure.
It frustrated her, as she was eager to satiate them too, yet their smug faces revealed that they were quite pleased as it was.
They proceeded to lick and kiss her shamelessly until she was rendered undone.
No better than a waterfall that could do nothing but flow.
Though she suddenly became aware of another presence.
Who is that?
All sorts of questions picked up in her head and raced through.
The twins glanced over the sofa where the figure sat, yet seeming as if they knew him, they turned back to Salīa and continued to taste her skin.
She let out breath as they touched behind her ear and in the curve of her waist. All of her was tingling at each embrace. Yet she couldn't make sense of this other who felt unsettling.
She couldn't tell if he was angered or amused.
His essence was so strong that words alone could not recognize it.
It was steeped in something otherworldly and was perhaps the only trace of him she could really feel, for his own body was too deep in the shadows that he appeared as the darkness itself.
She opened her mouth to demand he show himself, yet it was quickly taken by one of the twins, as the other took that between her thighs.
There was nothing she could do to stop it. Moreso, there was nothing she wanted to do.
For each time their tongues touched her together, she'd tremble under their hold. And as the one below quickened, so did the other.
Each faltering of her breath, exposing her weakness, was given by the one and taken by the other.
She could not hide herself. Even though she knew there was a peculiar one who hid himself as he watched her reveal herself.
Her mind warned her of the danger, yet her body had surrendered to it. She wasn't even sure what her spirit was making of it all, as it lay somewhere in the middle.
The pace of the twins picked up even more eagerly, as if searching for her with their tongues.
I can't. I'm about to lose it all.
Her hands latched onto them, trying to stop them, yet they took it as a sign to become more rapid.
"Hmm," she moaned into one's mouth and bucked her hips into the other's.
She felt the hidden one's presence close in and tried to move, yet this only had her come more undone as she moved right into their hold.
They kept at it persistently, her body shaking, and without warning, they found what they were searching for. She cried in ecstasy as her body shuddered.
Her eyes looked up and widened.
For right above her was the figure who looked down at her and—
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