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a little bit of tridentariicest for @dmsr-art 🥰

“I can still eat you, like this, look—as many times as you want, baby.”

“Ianthe, not funny,” Corona wails, piteously, but she doesn’t even try to stop you as your bloodstained hands tug at her white trousers with the golden trim—you leave the royal purple jacket, for now. “You have his eyes, and you could have had mine!”

“Who cares about Babs,” you soothe, taking in the buttery-golden curls that appear as you pull her trousers and underwear off one leg over her boot, leaving it hanging as you settle between her thick, gorgeous thighs. “Don’t mention him, dear—you need to stay with me, and not as a myriad-long battery.”

You reach out with your fingers, which feel like they are buzzing with the energy of a thousand thanergic stars, and you touch her, sliding your fingers gently down her slit. She spreads her legs wider for you, obliging and sweet even as she cries. She’s wet.

Of course she’s wet, she’s her and you’re you. Even in her upset, there was really no other outcome.

“Sister,” she cries, and again your heart half-breaks because if only she was capable of understanding. You usually understand each other, when she is capable of it, but her brain is not on the same level as yours. This would be easier if it were. “I can’t believe you. We could have been—forever—”

“Shhhh,” you hush. “I need you, darling Corona. Don’t mention it again.”

And you dive in as she gives a pathetic “Is that even true?” that gets cut through with a moan, because she really cannot help it.

You know every inch of her juicy pussy, each out-of-the-way sensitive spot, and the motions she likes a partner to take with their tongue. You knew it first before anyone else, and you still know it best. No one can ever take that away from you—you will always know your older twin sister better than anyone else, love her more than anyone else, do what it takes to keep her more than anyone else.

As you lap at with her with your tongue, making circles around that flushed, pretty clit and pressing your nose into her pubic hair, you take two fingers soaked in his blood and press them inside her. She hiccups loudly, and her hand comes to grip at your limp pale strands of hair, which is more than encouraging. It’s working.

You crook your fingers and worry them along the front wall of her channel, and you take her clit to task with the point of your tongue. You consider, for a moment, adjusting the shape of that fleshy protrusion of your mouth moment by moment to show her how focused you are on her pleasure and how skillful a genius you are. It used to be a little hard, doing that—it wouldn’t be hard for you now, the marvel you are.

“Ianthe! Oh, I need you!” she shrieks, her hand gripping in your hair so hard that you can feel some of the follicles letting go—and immediately repairing themselves.

She comes too fast in the end, to make changing the shape of your tongue worth it—a slut for your mouth or your fingers or whatever else you use on her, that’s what she is. You know the moment she falls apart because you can thanergically sense her heartbeat stutter and then race, the cry of her every muscle. It makes you throb deep in your core, hotter than you’ve ever felt in your life.

Her purple-clothed chest starts heaving as she squeezes down on your fingers and trembles on your tongue, and you’re confident for a second that you’ve successfully distracted her from whatever silly romantic fantasies she’s concocted that mask the grim reality and terrible awesomeness of the Lyctoral process. Perhaps she understands now, in that dim, pretty head of hers, that if you were to take her then you wouldn’t have her anymore.

But then an even more hysterical sob breaks on her lips, not quite the sexy kind, and you know that she may never understand it.

You sigh.

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idk why i think it's so funny that i've never seen another tlt ship week/end other than the one i run for eighthcest. like idk if i just have my head completely in the sand or what but the mere thought that it might be the case that the only ship that has this sort of event is about the two little related religious freak guys. in the lesbian book series. like it's just really funny to me

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i'm thinking about congregational singing for worship today and i think silas probably has a gorgeous baritone/bass that, if properly amplified, can shake the chests of his audience, but he's not meant to indulge pride so not many people ever get to hear him unless they're lucky enough to be standing nearby when they all sing to worship.

i think colum probably had a beautiful tenor voice, high and clear, and he was a bit proud of it, though not in excess. i'd like to think he got extremely good at singing incredible harmonies... but after he swears his oath, as silas siphons from him more and more, his vocal chords start to degrade and he loses that once-precious skill for the oath that he made to his god and his necromancer.

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yknow, someday i still do really want to write silas soaping colum's mouth as a punishment (sexual)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Coronabeth Tridentarius/Ianthe Tridentarius Characters: Ianthe Tridentarius, Coronabeth Tridentarius Additional Tags: Incest, Twincest, Pre-Canon, They're barely 18 but, References to Underage Sex, Blow Jobs, Coronabeth Has a Cock, (courtesy of ianthe), Improper Use of Flesh Magic (Locked Tomb Series), but is it really though? is it really?, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Series: Part 4 of Coffee's Macrocest Winter 2024 Bingo Summary:

Ianthe gives Coronabeth a cock for their eighteenth birthday.

for my @macrocest winter bingo, for “face fucking” <3

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for the wip tag game: i would still know you

it's a very nice title, i'm curious

ah, that one! it’s an eighthcest canon divergence where silas and colum survive but are left without a voice and without sight respectively. they end up fleeing their house (silas unwillingly) so they aren’t euthanized for not being able to fulfill their functions anymore. we hashed it all out in the eighthcest server together! a little snip:

He lifted you beneath your shoulders and your knees, like a princess, and for some sleepy, nostalgic moments, you thought that perhaps he was taking you to the bath. He used to do that sometimes, when you were ill or otherwise indisposed—he would carry you to the bath and wash you so meticulously. You loved it, because he always bathed you best, until you grew older, and then you bathed you best.

That illusion only sustained you until you felt the cold night air on your skin, on your bare feet and your arms and your neck. Everything shattered into dust when you felt that you were outside in your nightgown, being carried by your cavalier who, you noticed now that you were wakened rudely, was in full armor.

“What are you doing?” you tried to ask in that low, fractured voice of yours, but in your panic you couldn’t get it to come out right.

He understood you anyway, because there were few things that you could possibly be saying in this circumstance. “Just hold on for a little while, Si—when we’re on the shuttle I’ll help you dress properly, I promise. But we have to go now.”

He was being quiet on purpose, and it wasn’t fair, because you could not be loud. 

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What do u think will happen in Alecto?

tridentarii messy makeout and silascolum tearful reunion

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Sex Relationships: Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron Characters: Silas Octakiseron, Colum Asht Additional Tags: Incest, Uncle/Nephew Incest, Wet Dream, Guilt, Pre-Canon Series: Part 3 of Coffee's Macrocest Winter 2024 Bingo Summary:

Silas has the kind of dream he needs to repent for.

for @macrocest winter bingo, for the square “wet dream” <3