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The relationship between Amarah and TwoTime is difficult to describe. For some, it was a mentor and apprentice, for others, a leader and his young devotee, and for those who have spent more time in the community, they might seem more like a father and son.
It was true for TwoTime that Amarah symbolized the paternal (and maternal) figure they never had. They didn't really know if Amarah had conceived them or if they were simply taken in by sheer luck. Whenever TwoTime questioned Amarah about their origins, Amarah frowned, somewhat annoyed, and replied that it didn't matter, that everyone in this community was family.
Although the truth is that Amarah had conceived TwoTime, it's unknown with whom or when, but biologically they were something, and this caused Amarah conflict. Over the years, his feelings toward TwoTime became distorted in an inappropriate way, leaning toward a sin that, were it not for the other's existence, would never have crossed his mind. He didn't know when he started thinking this way, but guilt gnawed at him. He hated when TwoTime asked about their parents, as it reminded him that they were his flesh and blood, and if it weren't for that, only for that, TwoTime would be with him.
Was that all that was really holding him back? Flesh and blood?
That night didn't begin any differently than others, but its course would be.
TwoTime arrived tired from playing outside. Azure was that rebellious boy they always wanted to be with. He didn't stop them, even though he didn't like it, because he knew TwoTime would do it anyway. They were still young, and their mind could succumb to temptation, so Amarah allowed it, always with his knowledge.
Amarah went with them into the cabin where they both lived, since TwoTime wasn't old enough (or capable) of taking care of themself. TwoTime followed Amarah silently, with respect and admiration, like a shadow that flattered its master.
"Let's give you a bath before we eat," he said. Twotime didn't protest, didn't say anything, they just followed Amarah to the bathroom. It was no surprise that, being the leader, he had a bathroom and didn't need to use the communal showers.
Inside, Amarah removed his cloak, rolled up his sleeves, and turned on the tap, feeling the warm water run down his arm. Meanwhile, TwoTime was taking off their clothes as usual, leaving them on the sink, covered in dirt and small twigs clinging to the cotton fabric.
When Amarah turned and saw TwoTime's small, thin, pale body, he couldn't help but feel something stir in his chest for a few seconds. The figure evoked feelings he shouldn't have with TwoTime.
But did he really care? No one knew.
TwoTime approached, ready to step into the shower and sit on the small bench where Amarah bathed them. Their white, soft skin was a delight to behold. Even that Spawn-shaped scar Amarah had made on TwoTime's hip was healing well; it was just a little swollen and red, but it would be better in a few months.
—Haven't you picked at the scabs yet? —he said, and TwoTime shook their head.
—They haven't come out anymore,— they replied as the water began to touch their body.
—Good, I see you haven't done any more.— Amarah knew which scars were his and which ones TwoTime inflicted. Perhaps a normal father would worry, but for Amarah, the idea of TwoTime opening their own skin, the flesh separating as it filled with blood, how they would endure the pain pressing their lips together, with whatever they used to open themself, excited him in a twisted way.
—No, everything went well.—
—I'm glad.— Amarah said with a smile that TwoTime didn't notice. Amarah stood up and took the shampoo bottle, letting some drip onto his hands before going to the younger kid's hair, gently lathering it.
The bath was going well, Amarah was silently scrubbing Twotime's body, as always, however, his eyes kept going towards Twotime's core, oh Spawn, there wasn't a single hair, there was nothing, they looked as smooth and beautiful as ever
He lathered his hands with soap and began to rub Twotime's intimate. They didn't seem to care much, but Amarah, Amarah enjoyed feeling that slit between his fingers, the urge to open it, to insert one or two fingers inside Twotime. He was eager, so much so that he didn't notice his own erection growing. He stopped when he heard Twotime sigh, since he was rubbing too hard.
After that, he rinsed Twotime to finish the bath, gently drying them with a towel before putting their nightgown on them. They looked even smaller in it.
—Do you want to eat before bed?— he asked, receiving a yawn from Twotime, who then shook their head. Twotime raised their arms toward Amarah, asking him to pick them up, which Amarah readily agreed to. Taking them to their shared room
Amarah laid them down, then lay down with them, feeling the little boy curl up against his side in a fetal position, hugging him.
It was a night like any other, but Amarah didn't want things to stay the same anymore.
When Twotime began to drift deeper into sleep, Amarah lifted them, placing them on his chest. Twotime's full weight rested on him, and Amarah's hands caressed Twotime's back until they slid down, lifting their robe slightly and leaving them exposed. He didn't stop caressing them; instead, he focused on touching the base of their tailbone, playing with it between his fingers.
Twotime remained asleep, feeling Amarah's affection even in their dreams. Amarah's fingers slowly grazed the elastic of Twotime's underwear, playing with it until they slipped inside, touching, sliding, and patting their small buttocks.
Amarah sighed heavily, closing his eyes and focusing on the softness of Twotime's skin. Each caress was a delight for him; it was addictive and stimulating in a way.
An idea flashed through Amarah's mind, so fast he didn't even consider whether it was right or wrong, or if it was even too risky.
He gently turned TwoTime over, so their back was against his chest. Amarah's favorite was still fast asleep, as if under a spell. He felt he could thank Azure for the first time, for making TwoTime so tired that they ended up like this. Almost unconscious.
Delicately, Amarah lowered his pants slightly, taking out his member and placing it between TwoTime's small thighs. He stroked himself while also caressing Twotime's covered pussy. The leader's eyes closed to intensify the sensations, as the head of his member pressed lightly against Twotime's slit, feeling their small clit tremble, as Twotime's wetness began to form.
That wetness felt good despite only being in their underwear. Amarah's hand focused on Twotime's clit, pressing his fingers against it and moving them gently. Sighs and gasps escaped the younger cultist, which only excited Amarah more. He wanted to hear more, wanted them to beg. His mind imagined Twotime praising him, thanking him, asking for more. He didn't even realize that he himself was starting to gasp.
He saw Twotime's face, flushed but still asleep, so he decided to take a chance. He moved aside the elastic of their underwear, and with a sigh, slid his member against Twotime's wet slit.
To say it felt good would be an understatement. Without entering, he pressed his length against the slit, making sure to cover it completely with the younger's own vaginal fluids. He gently tapped their clitoris with each movement. Twotime moaned sweetly and softly in their sleep, which only made the leader want more and more.
—A-Amar...— came the baby's sleepy voice. Amarah gently stroked their belly.
—Shh... It's okay, keep sleeping... Be good.—
Amarah's heart skipped a beat when he saw Twotime's sleepy eyes open, but they seemed too tired to pay attention. Being awake made their moans come out more easily.
—What? Ah~— They tried to speak, but a moan escaped their small mouth. Amarah gritted his teeth, concentrating even more. Lowering his hand again, he caressed their clitoris along with his cock, pressing it against their without entering.
—Keep going, keep going, you're doing it right...— Amarah couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex with someone, or well, he did, Twotime was there for a reason. Thanks, Spawn, for making him give in to his carnal urges that day, he thought. Now he had this sweet, small, soft creature who drove him wild. He didn't want to stop. He wanted TwoTime screaming beneath him, to turn him over and force him to his knees, to spank him hard, to make them cry his name, to make them beg for more, for him to stop, for anything. He wanted to hear that little voice crack and tremble as he reveled in it.
TwoTime's moans grew sweeter and a little louder as they squeezed their legs together at the new sensation coursing through their body. Amarah focused even more, moving faster now that he knew TwoTime was awake. If he weren't so small, he would have already entered him completely, taken their virginity, felt their hymen break. The idea was tempting, but the little reason he had left held him back. Not because it was wrong, but because TwoTime wouldn't last. He was barely tasting his creation, only to destroy it so quickly.
—Amarah...— TwoTime moaned, their back arching. Amarah thrust hard, the head of his cock peeking out from between the slit. A jet of ecstasy shot through TwoTime's belly. Spawn, they were so small he swore it reached his chest.
He slowly stopped panting and began to sigh along with TwoTime, whose legs and torso felt sticky. The little one was still half asleep, not understanding what had just happened.
—Timothy.— Amarah whispered against Twotime's head. Normally, that name carried a hint of scolding or disappointment, but this time it came out softly and affectionately, almost paternally.
—Uh...?— they said, their eyes half-closed, looking at their stained and sticky belly, trying to focus their remaining lucidity on Amarah.
—You know I have expectations for you, right?— His hands were on Twotime's thighs, squeezing gently and tenderly, while the little one nodded.
—I want you to know you're on the right track. I'm proud of you.— Twotime smiled softly; sleep still lingered, but those words felt like a caress from the clouds on their psyche.
—I love you, Amarah.— they said before closing their eyes again and breathing softly, turning to snuggle against Amarah, staining his torso as well. He wasn't going to complain about it now.
Amarah smiled and stroked Twotime's hair, whose tail twitched gently like a cat purring.
—I love you too.— He whispered, placing a small kiss on Twotime's head.
There'll be time to clean this up tomorrow.