#dcrkdcsire

[scarletsxnss]

for @dcrkdcsire ! continued from here ! ( damien + sloane )

"i'm not moaning, slut." damien quickly rebuttals. it's a back and fourth they both gone through since they were younger. some things never change. now his weight is easing off of her so he can pull her legs apart and SPREAD them wide. it's another stretch, but this time it's even more obvious that he's putting her in a sex position. his hips find their way against hers again, as he leans forward to hold her ankles and slowly ease them towards the ground and slightly above her head. "shut up." he sneers. his comment is partially there to calm the obvious TENSION between them. they always toe this line. damien's ego was too fragile to admit he found his SISTER hot in any way. so instead he hides it in the lewd stretches he makes her do and in the glances he always tends to sneak in when he has her doing workouts in COMPROMISING positions. he was practically training her for free—so he was going to get payment from her in some way.

"you WISH you could take it from me. it's why i meet all those hot milfs." damien exclaims, matter-of-factly. "they know how to handle good dick."

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𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

money made people greedy - and while many claimed him to be paranoid, it was because lorenzo had been burnt enough times in the past to know better. knowing he planned to leave his legacy behind to a cousin who'd shown interest and promise in his business, the man had no need for children - which was what had sparked his search for a loyal companion. the company, advertising sentient androids that could service for pleasure, spouses or a mix of both, had a mixed review, but the more he'd learned, the more convinced he'd become. he'd had the model custom built after the woman he had ever been capable of trusting - his older sister. it was an odd choice, but few knew of her existence given her passing years previous and he'd always had an odd sort of attachment toward the woman.

issuing the final approval through the app on his phone, lorenzo set the device aside and leaned back, whiskey glass dangling from his fingers as he eagerly waited for life and emotion to flare within currently lifeless eyes. the moment he sees it, he makes a noise of something like excitement. "wake up, sweetheart."

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

had he been given the opportunity to marry for love rather than political gain, he might hold sympathy toward his wife, but viktor came from a family largely compromised of men, his own mother more than fulfilling her duty of providing an heir and countless spares. his own wife however, seemed incapable of providing anything but little princesses, and while he loved his daughters, he knew none would be suitable to one day take his throne. not without political upheaval. not without tearing the family apart. it's why he'd gone digging through the old laws and doctrine to look for a solution, and when one was finally presented to him, viktor had sat on in for nearly a month before he'd called the eldest of his sisters to his chambers. everything had been laid out for her to read while he'd sat and merely observed, drink firmly in hand and already refilled once.

by the time she appeared done, a brow arched. "if you sign that document, you will become a mistress of sorts." he notes. "regardless of our relation, you will be officially acknowledged by church and state alike. you would sit on equal ground to that of my wife - higher, should you prove capable of providing an heir."

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

he kept himself busy - as busy as possible because otherwise, his mind began to wander. at first, it had been over their predicament and the potential of rescue. but when that hope faded, it had morphed into keeping them alive. then it had been even more long term - shelter, food, water. now that things had settled and they'd fallen into a routine... his thoughts threatened to go into dangerous territory. more than once, he'd woken up on their shared sleeping mat aching and hard over dreams of the woman laying beside him - hurrying from the hut in the early hours of the morning to relieve himself and then feeling such guilt he'd put his body through the ringer.

perhaps he shouldn't have suggested they go off together - not when he finds himself staring at her ass when she trots off in front of him, the man only pulled from what other sort of view he'd like when she speaks. jogging to catch up to her, his head tilts to look at his sister. "wanna handle the clothes? i'll grab some food from around the falls to eat while we're up there. figured we might as well enjoy the cool water as long as we can before we gotta head back home."

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

sitting beside the woman, niklaus wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her frame close to his. "hey," he murmurs, chin resting against her shoulder as eyes moved beyond her to look at the fire. darkness hadn't completely fallen yet, but they'd set up camp for the evening, determined to get an early start. "i know you're worried, but O is smart. she wasn't at the apartment, but she left us a note, didn't she? wrote she was with your brother. he'll take care of her, and they'll have found a way to survive. we have a direction to go, and you know she'll find some way to leave us more clues, we'll find her."

hearing the tail end of the conversation, aleksei padded back into camp on quiet feet, shouldering off his pack before moving to get the game he'd caught set up over the fire to roast. light hues watch the couple from across the fire before he's pushing back to his feet to stand beside them. quietly, he offers out his water bottle to sienna. "i know he may not look it, given he's been city bound for a few years, but this is what nik and i did. survival experts, tracking. we'll find your sister, sienna. now c'mon and drink all that. was a long day and it feels like it'll be hot again tomorrow."

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

it was meant to be a little anniversary gift. something fun for them both - yet when the results had come back, leyla had turned ashen. the fun had turned into a nightmare - at least initially, when the woman had feared he would insist they need to split. they'd agreed to take a step back until the following day as they thought over what might happen next - yet the more leyla thought about it, the less horrified she was and more... intrigued. slipping into their bed that night, her brow furrowed as she looked over at the man, "i know we said we would wait to talk about this until tomorrow but... can we chat now?"

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

they'd spent hours staring at and talking about the results of their ancestry testing. the odds had been so astronomically low - yet somehow, the woman he had spent years in love with was actually his sister. he wanted to talk to his adoptive parents - ask questions - but the couple hadn't come to any conclusion by the time exhaustion had pulled at them both. stefan had wanted nothing more than to get into bed with his wife... but uncertain where they stood, he'd stayed in the guest room and laid awake, alone, for hours more.

by the time he trudged into the kitchen the following day, he was relieved and more than a little eager to see her. "morning baby. can we talk more?" it's only the lingering thought of those results that keeps him from greeting her with a kiss as he usually does.

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

there's almost an air of indifference around the man with how he sits relaxed back, nursing the drink he'd brought into the room with him. if she hadn't been capable of witnessing the growing bulge in his pants, josie would have believed there was a possibility they could both wake up tomorrow and pretend that none of this ever happened. but his eyes hadn't left her form despite the layers she'd shed, no protest had even remotely fallen from his lips, and the undeniably large interest that grows with each move she makes made her daring enough to get up close and personal with him - as if to test his seemingly ironclad will.

josie had expected a verbal reaming, so a squeal of surprise escapes her at the feeling of material being dragged aside and a tongue slithering amongst her folds. her brothers tongue, she reminds herself as a hand smacks back to land on his thigh to steady herself as she wobbles slightly in sky-high heels. "neron-" there's no protest in his name as it drips from her lips, just encouragement. part of her is content to stay there - let him eat her out just like that, but a singular taste of sin and she's a woman dying of thirst with a whole oasis to clench her needs right there. turning, a hand buries itself in brunette curls to tug back - only to crash her mouth against his as the woman moves to straddle his lap, rubbing her wet center along his clothing-clad cock.