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Inner Turmoil	By : mirandaships Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 2462 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Inner Turmoil
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The piercing calls of the gulls overhead ceaselessly rang through the cold ocean air as Cléophée lazed around on her bed, relaxing after another tiring day at sea on the journey to the Crimson Claws archipelago until there was a sudden rapping knock at her door.
“What is it?” she called out, prompting Evangelyne to budge the door open with her hip and drop a basket with her clothing onto the foot of Cléophée’s bed.
“You’re on laundry duty, remember?” Evangelyne jeered with a smirk.
“I swear, Ruel is almost guaranteed to be cheating in some way yet we still decide chores by games of chance. When was the last time he lost?” Cléophée scoffed as she pulled the basket towards her.
“There’s no need to be a sore loser now, dear sister” Evangelyne chucked, turning to exit the room.
“Whatever, dear sister” Cléophée sarcastically replied as the door swung shut. The Cra got up off her bed and eased the plank into place for the rudimentary lock to avoid any more unwelcome interruptions before going to remove the basket from her bed, clumsily letting it slip from her grasp and spilling its contents onto the sheets. Breathing a languished sigh under her breath she began gathering the clothing and stuffing it back onto the bag before a pair of Evangelyne’s laced white panties caught her eye, making her pause for a moment before laying them on top of the pile and pushing it aside.
Lying back against the headboard of her rickety bed Cléophée slid off her trousers and eased herself under the covers, resolving rather quickly that she’d wash the other’s clothes the next day. After sitting in bed for a few minutes looking out to the glistening moon hanging over the endless watery abyss Cléophée’s hand found itself snaking carefully below the covers and across her leg until it nestled between her thighs, slowly rubbing the warm folds hidden beneath her panties.
“What is it about travel…” she giggled quietly as she tenderly massaged the fleshy lips through her panties, her body turning on its side and coiling up slightly beneath the duvet as she let out a heavy breath of pleasure. Cléophée could feel the warmth returning to her body that had been sucked out by the frigid air as she turned in her bed, leisurely caressing her sensitive womanhood until her gaze coincidentally settled on the pile of dirty clothing Evangelyne had left behind.
Don’t do it; it’s wrong she thought to herself as her eyes scanned over the delicate silken fabric sat atop her sister’s garments, the Cra reflexively pressing her hand farther into her crotch until she felt the wetness through her underwear. Cléophée furrowed her finger against the entrance of her hole which was stopped a few centimetres in by the thin layer of black cloth now saturated with liquid, biting down on her lip and tightly shutting her eyes as she desperately tried to shut the thought out of her mind.
Pulling aside the covers Cléophée got out of bed and undressed, her naked sleek figure glowing silver in the moonlight as she turned to look at the door, ensuring it was locked, before steadily walking towards the basket and tentatively picked up Evangelyne’s panties that she had placed at the summit. Running the soft material through her fingers Cléophée’s heart raced inside her chest, her hands trembling as she brought them up towards her face while holding her sister’s underwear between them. Don’t do it. Just go back to bed and finish up.
A gush of cold air poured through the open window dragging its icy fingers over Cléophée’s wet inner thighs, alerting her to how aroused she was; this was not just an ordinary bored night. Swallowing her guilt the Cra brought the undergarments to her face and inhaled a deep breath of the sharp scent, instantly heightening her arousal as a self-deprecating feeling of perversion rose inside her. Tossing the panties onto her bed Cléophée opened her clothes drawer and withdrew a polished wooden cone buried at the back, applying some of her bow wax to it before settling it too on the bed.
Lying back onto the bed Cléophée positioned the conical toy beneath her rump and pressed the tip against her tensed anus as she took a quick breath to steady herself. With clenched teeth she began to rub her folds as she slowly applied her weight to the carved toy, exhaling deeply as she felt her puckered hole open up and swallow the plug until she was about half way down. Carefully oscillating her hips to slide herself against the cone Cléophée inserted a finger between her sticky lips and began to pulse it, the sensation of both her holes being filled making her grunt as she reached for Evangelyne’s panties.
You’re just a disgusting little slut she berated herself in Evangelyne’s voice inside her head, the thrusting of her hips quickening in pace as she grabbed the undergarments with her free hand and placed them across her face. With every breath to recover from a moan Cléophée drank in her sister’s aroma making her moan even harder, the finger embedded in her slit pushed as far inside as it would go while the Cra reflexively eased herself slightly farther down the rigid spiral.
The air was now littered with groans as Cléophée writhed in masochistic ecstasy, desperately trying to mute herself without much success. Realising she was being much too loud she picked Evangelyne’s panties off her and turned them until she found the strip of fabric that would have been pressed against her sister’s precious jewel in her tight bodysuit, easing it towards her mouth with some hesitation until the shackles of restraint were cast aside and she grabbed it between her teeth.
That’s it, taste your sister’s juices you filthy girl. Cléophée felt a surge run through her body as her tongue came into contact with the silken cloth, immediately pressing her ass down towards the bed forcing her to stretch to capacity as she hit the base of her plug, the tangy cotton gripped between her teeth barely suppressing her whimpers while she intensely pounded her sopping sheath with her index finger. Drops of liquid ran down the Cra’s hand as she eased her middle finger inside the impressively tight hole beside her index finger, her other hand hovering around her clitoris as she assaulted her capacity to withstand pleasure from all angles.
The old wooden bed creaked in strain underneath Cléophée’s jolting movements as she bounced her body on top of the wooden cone, the sensation of being spread apart as she desperately fingered herself producing squawks that were only partially dampened by her forceful sucking of Evangelyne’s panties wedged between her lips. A familiar sensation was welling up inside her stomach as a steady stream of fluid cascaded down her wrist onto the mattress below, her swollen lips glistening in the moonlight as her fingers slicked over them.
Go on, say what you are.
“I’m-” Cléophée whispered in a muffled voice through the fabric in her mouth, her fingers foraging deep inside her cavern pressed against the inner wall.
Say it.
“I’m a nasty whore…” she began, her breaths interrupting her as she pressed her hand hard against her slit, “who wants to…”
Say it!
“…fuck her sister- AH!” Cléophée just about managed to utter before her body lurched in the bliss of orgasm, the Cra exploding like a geyser as spurts of clear liquid shot out of her whilst she aggressively slapped her clit until after about 30 seconds she finally collapsed back onto the bed, her body shaking as the reverberations of pleasure washed over her. Lying a hot, sweaty mess, Cléophée eased the wooden plug out of her throbbing ass out of which some of the bow wax trickled out as it lay gaping, the Cra wincing slightly as she removed it before spitting out her sister’s panties onto the bed.
After taking some minutes to recover her breath Cléophée gazed down at the aftermath, the chilling wind highlighting how soaked her legs were as well as the sheets below them. Tossing Evangelyne’s undergarments back onto the pile Cléophée let out a weary sigh before starting to laugh to herself, gathering the sheets into her hands and chucking them over the basket.
More laundry.
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