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Teeth met skin in a ravenous marriage, nails dug into flesh, leaving their mark. This wasn’t love, it was war, a fight for dominance.
Slender hands moved across calloused surfaces, playing notes to a symphony of low hums and piercing gasps, leaving its composer in awe of her own creation. The noise intensified in various places, reaching its peak at the softest of them all. Only then did those claws stop marking, taking, and started giving, having turned into gentle mittens.
The rhythmic noises never stopped, simply transformed, reaching more dizzyingly heights of ecstasy. Skin cupped skin, touched teeth and it came all around, flashes of violent red and pink. Rough hands landing in soft blue curls, above and below, touching, feeling, curiously charting unmapped lands. They were connected now, nothing could stop this bodily fusion, entangle their bond. Not until the highest peak was reached, a mountain climbed and even then, there was no going back.
This was their final destination, the inevitable consequence of their existence. This was what had to happen, what needed to happen, a curse in blood and soul, a sin so sweet, so true, so raw-
Jinx snapped out of sleep, mind racing, head pounding and face burning.
It took her a second to realize she was a) not in company, b) not on her knees and c) not naked. No, she was still where she had fallen asleep last night. Alone on a couch, on a giant turbine in the middle of a giant cliff. Normal place to be, really.
What hadn’t been normal was this weird dream that was again popping up in her mind. She didn’t mind a tease now and again but those dreams were practically haunting her lately, leaving her hot and bothered with no real way of dealing with them. Mylo’s knowing sneer and Claggors obvious disapproval were also not helping, the beginnings of malicious whispers already forming in her mind.
“Oh would you two SHUT IT already? Give a girl some space, jeez”
She threw a glass bottle in their direction, hearing a satifying loud CLIRR echoing off the cliff faces, sound slowly fading into the background noises of her head. Of course she knew she couldn’t really hurt the two boys, not anymore, heh…
Jinx open another bottle and sat down at her workstation.
The melodic tinkering noises brought her mind some peace as she fully engulfed herself in the work. There were some new ideas floating around in her head somewhere and she had to put them into practice. Working was good, it made her focus. It made her think. It made her forget about those powder blue eyes looking into hers with an intensity that made her shiver –
She picked up her unfinished, tiny creation, admiring it. Oh, Silco would love this one! An unassuming, little, self-destructive bomb that could be set off when saying a certain word. Could get rid of blabbering clients who didn’t know when to shut up.
Just how would she tell him about it without getting ripped into pieces herself…? She debated putting a safety lock into it, hesitated and shook her head, giggling.
Where was the fun if there weren’t any risks to it?
So she continued working, honing her craft, trying to just focus on the bomb, not the fuzzy warm feeling in her stomach, not the warmth between her legs. It was a losing battle, she was operating in movements so familiar, made mundane by perfection. Her mind was drifting again. Back to that dream. Back to those rough hands gripping her thighs.
She squeezed her thighs shut, blood throbbing in her ears and body.
Maybe she could indulge a little. It’s been a while since she gave herself to those feelings. And she had needs, after all.
The background noise in her head flared up again as her fingers slowly traveled to the hem of her pants. Jinx clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, willing those unwanted thoughts away, letting go of herself. No need to think, to question anything. All she could to do was get lost in her dreams.
She found herself imagining those hands again, big and strong but tender and loving. They replaced her own, drawing soft circles over her stomach. She let out a soft sigh, stress from earlier leaving her body. The hands moved up and down, exploring her body just like in that dream. Another shaky sigh left her mouth as one landed under her pants, still over her panties.
They weren’t hiding much anymore, dripping with wetness as they were. A finger drew a line over them, teasing her, a gasp escaping her lips.
“Fuck-“, Jinx silenced herself with the other hand, placing it over her mouth. Curious fingers parted as they searched for exposed skin, teasing soft blue curls at the side of her underwear. She arched her back, shuttering into the touch, imagining broad shoulders covering her body, hiding her from the rest of the world. If she truly focused, she could almost feel soft lips kissing her exposed neck, traveling down, down, down…
In her vision she could picture it, a teasingly handsome smile as the hand in her pants pulled away, leaving cold air in its wake. Jinx had just let out a frustrated whine as soon enough the touch continued on her upper body, boldly groping her breasts through the fabric.
“Ah-“, she exclaimed, feeling both hands travel under her top, toying with her nipples. Heat was rising to her head and between her legs, her mind becoming an uncontrollable beast. Flashes of pink flooded her vision, so she shut her eyes again. The whispers were licking at her ears. She shut them up with the touch of skin on skin, one hand finally traversing the barrier of her panties.
Fuck, she was wet.
Two fingers slipped easily into her, making her yet again aware how badly she had needed this. Soft movements turned into rapid pumps as her breath quickened but the fire just rose, roared in her core, heat evaporating any last control she had over her traitorous thoughts.
“Violet” The name came over her lips before she could stop herself.
The pumps came to a stop as Jinx felt cold, hot shame replace the warmth she had felt just seconds earlier. The hands left her body. Her head was ringing, whispers audible again, repressed images forming in her head. Vi, stroking her cheek, Vi, holding her down, Vi, calling her sick, Vi, punching her face, Vi, kissing her lips.
What was real? Jinx couldn’t tell anymore, stomach twisting, mind churning, somewhere in there, Mylo’s sickly laugh.
I knew you were crazy but this? This is just sick! What would sweet Violet say if she knew her little sister was a freak like that?
“Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP”, Jinx cried out, her balled fists were banging on her ears, her eyes, to make those horrible feelings disappear.
It was going so well, she was dealing with it so well and now the spell was broken. Now she had to face this terrible defect in her mind, another messed up thing about herself.
Never mind the way Vi had looked at her back then, would still look at her sometimes. She missed those soft blue eyes, her gentle touches and the pure adoration with which she use to coddled her. Granted, now those feelings had hardened, turned icy, a foggy layer on top. It’s what had to happen when picking opposite sides of the same conflict.
And yet, Jinx couldn’t deny the yearning in her heart when they saw each other. Maybe she’d always felt that way, maybe it had developed in Vi’s absence in her life. She just knew it wasn’t something you felt for your sister, at least it shouldn’t be.
Still, when she’d first spotted that other girl enforcer, being oh so buddy buddy with her Vi, it had enraged her. After all, didn’t that doll enforcer look just like her? Jinx hat seen their interactions, it was sickly sweet and borderline possessive how her sister had held her. And when they’d kissed… Jinx couldn’t help imagining herself in her stead.
Underneath it all, the heat still lingered. A hesitant finger trailed her stomach, absentmindedly stroking up and down. She shifted in her seat.
That… Caitlyn really did remind her of herself. Back, when she was innocent, blue hair, blue eyes, wonderfully obedient too, probably. A sniper, preferring ranged combat just like her. Her sister really was predictable at times.
Jinx bit her tongue as fingers slipped between soft folds again. Soft squishy noises filled the air as they carefully went back to work, a repressed grunt following suit.
Could they really blame her? Their relationship had never seemed like any other sisterly bond, it had always been deeper, forged through bloodshed in their youths, her earliest memory their parents’ corpses at her feet. Such a fate would leave anyone twisted.
And Vi? How was she coping? Railing some blue haired sniper slut.
Another moan, this time she allowed herself to envision her sisters capable fingers massaging her insides. If she could simply replace her, fairness dictates Jinx could to do the same, imagining Vi’s hands instead of her own again.
She recalled a memory, being caught by her once, a mission gone awry. They had played a cat and mouse game of catch before Jinx had found herself trapped, pinned against some stone wall, fate at her mercy. Although Vi had worn those bitch mittens of hers, she had used her whole body to hold Jinx down. The close proximity of them both, breath mingling, had left her feeling dizzy. That touch was on her mind now, hand trailing hot streaks across her torso.
“Vi… I need you-”
Vi had hesitated. Hadn’t punched her skull in, like Jinx had feared. Her eyes had betrayed her. So when she had finally pulled her fist back, it had been easy for Jinx to slip out of her grasp and escape into the night. Why had she done that?
A sharp jolt of electric touch snapped Jinx back into reality, eyes rolling back and chair creaking under the constant movement. She was close now, thumb flicking over her clit, the fingers inside her moving with each stroke. She twitched, bucking and rutting into the touch, craving more, needing more than what those faint memories could give.
She bit down on her tongue again, using way too much force and blood spilled into her mouth. Pain and pleasure mixed, creating a new high as it sent her over the edge.
A low moan left her mouth as the walls around her fingers began to quiver and she spilled. She was throbbing in bliss as fuzzy lights danced across her vision, leaving her in the afterglow of an orgasm. Her fingers were still curiously flexing inside her, feeling the vibrations, enhancing her ecstasy as she trembled her last shutters.
It left her all too soon. Her mind was still drunk on that climax, the smell of sweat, grime and herself in the air. She gave herself a few moments to recover, limbs hanging uselessly at her sides, eyes still closed. The approaching storm of more emotions already on the horizon. The clarity over her actions would probably sink in soon and then it would be back to self-hating again.
Noticing a bitterness spreading in her mouth, Jinx spit out the remaining blood but the irony taste remained, poisoning her body. She lifted her right hand and starred at her own juices, evidence of her depraved mind. It might as well be blood with how repulsive it was to her.
She licked herself clean, a desperate action in an attempt to hide her sins.
The monster in her gut had been calmed but the pit in her stomach grew ever bigger. She didn’t know when all this would end, if it would ever end. A pattern of longing, need, despair, want and shame - so much shame - recycled into endlessness.
Maybe one day she would break out. In an unforeseeable future she could confront these feelings, sans dead of the night, in a way that would give it a finality that wouldn’t leave her wondering anymore. For better or for worse.
Until then, she would do it all over again.