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Something wakes you up.

But even if you open your eyes, or you think you do, you still see nothing. You try moving your hands. You can't.

Right as you think a nasty case of sleep paralysis has gotten hold of you, you hear two voices.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Astesia's voice comes from one side.

“Hi, Doc,” Astgenne's voice comes from the other.

“Hi?” you reply, struggling a little bit more against whatever keeps you from moving. Your arms are tied above your head. You notice that, at least, your legs can move freely.

Then a hand touches you.

“Don't move too much,” Astgenne says, “or you might end up kicking us.”

Kicking them?

You notice you are still on your bed, as you can feel the mattress and pillow beneath you. Are they on your bed, then? To the sides of it?

“Ok,” you say, “but could you at least tell me what's going on? Or why can't I see anything…”

“That's on us,” Astgenne says. “You're currently blindfolded and tied up.” You can feel her hand on your chest, and how she leans her weight on it as she gets closer. “Isn't it exciting?” Her voice comes from right beside your ear. She moves back. “Right, Sia?”

A meek “Yes” comes from the side. You can already guess who was the one who proposed the idea.

“I understand that much. What do you want?” you ask.

You don't hear a word, instead, the next thing you feel is how a pair of slender fingers pinch and pull your cheek. “Ouch!”

“Why do you ask that like we have kidnapped you?” she says. While you can't see her face, her tone has just the amount of outrage for you to imagine her pouting face as she says it.

“Because I'm blindfolded and tied up?”

Someone hits you on the thigh, softly. Most probably Astgenne.

“Look, we are just going to play a game, ok?” she says.

“Alright…”

“You have to guess who is who!”

“And your sister is okay with this?” you say. There's no reply.

For a second, you are left alone in the darkness. You know they are still there because you can feel how their bodies make your mattress bend.

Something moves.

Someone whispers something.

A bit louder.

“Come on, Sia,” Astgenne whispers. At the very least, you know their voices enough to tell them apart from that.

“Yes,” a meek voice comes from the other side.

“See?” Astgenne says. “Everything is okay!”

“She doesn't sound very sure about it,” you say. Astgenne has a habit of being a bit too pushy when it comes to Astesia, so it's better you make sure Astesia also wants to go along with this. Even if you don't fully understand what is going through Astgenne's head right now, you should probably make sure she doesn't drag Astesia into something she doesn't want to be.

Although Astesia has a history of actually reeling Astgenne in when Astgenne pushes too far, or when Astgenne eats Astesia's pudding.

“She's just a bit shy,” Astgenne says.

You wouldn't be surprised if that's the case.

“After all, we are naked here,” Astgenne continues, interrupting your train of thought.

“What?” you let out. Astgenne giggles.

She lets out a hum before sending a hand to your shin. “Be gentle, ok?” she says as she lifts your foot, cupping your heel with her other hand. Then, she moves your foot, placing it against her body. You can feel bare skin. She giggles again as she moves your foot so your toes touch her belly button.

She's indeed naked.

Or at the very least, has her navel exposed.

“Do you want to feel higher up?” she says as she starts moving your foot up.

You can feel her ribcage.

Your toes touch something soft.

“Why are you naked?” you ask as you try to move your foot away. Astgenne lets go and moves away.

“I told you, you have to guess who is who,” she repeats. “So, do you want to play?”

“That doesn't answer my question,” you say. You then feel a hand on your stomach, on top of your clothes.

“It does,” she says. She drags her hand down, hooking the band of your pants.

“Genne,” Astesia mutters from the side.

There's a second of silence.

“Fine,” Astgenne groans, letting go of your clothes.

You hear them shuffling around. Astgenne is on your left, Astesia should be on your right. Or that's how things were.

They both stood up, and you can't hear their steps as they move around.

Slender fingers grab your face. Two bodies to your sides, sinking a little into the mattress, and shifting to end up on top of you, each resting on one half of your chest.

Before you can say a word, someone kisses you.

A gentle kiss, just touching moist lips against your own, just probing.

“So?” Astgenne's voice comes from your right. “Who was that?” Astesia must be the one on your left, then.

You swallow. The warm feeling still lingers on your lips.

“Well, of course you can't tell,” she says, “you don't have anything to compare against, right?”

They whisper something between themselves. Astgenne moves aside a little. Astesia moves closer, going over your body, letting you feel, through your clothes, her body rubbing against yours. Now both of them lie to your right.

A hand grabs your face. Slender fingers press on the sides of your jaw.

Once again, without waiting for your reply, someone kisses you. This time, though, you are almost sure it's Astgenne. The way she kisses you is enough of a hint.

She takes your lips with utmost pleasure. Sucking and licking as if she had been waiting for that for a long time. She lets out sweet sounds, content sounds, as she gently presses her fingers into the sides of your face to make sure you keep your mouth open for her.

Her tongue goes inside your mouth. She makes sure to taste each little corner, and that you also have a good taste. Pressing your tongue with hers, mixing her saliva with yours, she makes sure you get to properly know her taste. That it's burnt into your memory.

Heavy breaths come from her already, pumped straight into your mouth, in exchange stealing every gasp you let out. The more she gets into it, the more she leans on you, resting her body on top of yours more and more. Chest, then stomach, and now one of her legs already rests on top of you. Her free hand holds onto your shoulder, as if wanting to make sure you will stay right there. The restraints on your arms already take care of that, though.

After a moment, with one last deep kiss, making sure to take one last good taste, she stops. You can hear faint panting, you can hear the faint sound of her swallowing. The hand that holds your face lets go. It feels as if you are given one last gentle caress as she pulls her hand away.

Her taste still coats your mouth. Even if you swallow, that flavor stays. Although that's not something you would consider a negative.

For a moment, in the haze of the kiss, you are left just licking your lips. You can hear their breathings, one heavier than the other, you can feel their warmth and the way their weight makes the bed bend. You can only imagine her faces right now.

Another hand grabs your face.

The bird on top of you moves aside, giving way for her sister to occupy her place.

Once more, a pair of soft lips touches your face. A kiss on the cheek, one on the jaw, one on the chin. More little kisses all around your lower face, with a stray one on your neck every now and again.

She caresses your cheek before kissing the tip of your nose.

You hear a giggle, but you can't make out which of them it belongs to.

Then you feel a kiss on your lips.

If the last one was Astgenne, this should be Astesia. It would be expected of her to be gentler, although you are surprised when thinking about her peppering you with all those eager little kisses.

She takes her time. She goes slow, giving you short tastes, not going too deep, not pushing her tongue. She kisses you for a moment, breaks the kiss, and then repeats.

Little by little, the breaks get shorter and shorter, and the kisses between those get longer and longer.

A long kiss, breaking it to breathe, only to jump right back in sooner than before.

A tongue that goes a little bit deeper inside, taking advantage of the longer time she's allowing herself to be there. More gentle caresses, rubbing your cheek with her hand.

The aroma of her perfume is sweet, and you take it in with each breath.

Soon, you are not given a chance to breathe. Each gasp, she takes in, and gives an equally steamy breath right back. She pushes her body against yours, letting you feel how her chest presses against yours. Maybe on purpose, maybe not, instead being too into the kiss to even notice.

She takes your lips, tasting you all over, taking advantage of your current position to do as she pleases, to lick as she pleases, to suck and even nibble as she pleases. Her tongue goes over yours, pressing it down, demanding to be left to taste at her own rhythm. You are at her mercy, and she's going to take full advantage of that.

You are not putting up too much resistance, though.

Unexpected as this might be, you can't say you are against it. And much less when they drown you in those gentle caresses and voracious kisses.

You would never say you don't like them, or that you don't look at them like that. It's a bit surprising the relationship between the three of you evolved so fast, and in this way, but you still find yourself returning the kisses.

One last deep smooch, before she lets your lips go.

Once more, you can hear her heavy breathing over your own, and more since she hovers there for a second.

She moves back.

Two sets of hands rest on your shoulders, neck, and chest.

“Okay,” Astgenne asks, “who gave you the first kiss?”

“What?” you call, still half entranced by those heavy kisses.

“The first little kiss, before I said you needed a benchmark, who was it?”

It had escaped from your mind a while ago. You were so lost on those lips you forgot.

“I…”

Clear your mind. Try to go back. Try to remember that gentle first kiss.

It’s impossible.

You can put it on your mind, for just a second. Remember those soft lips, that shy touch.

But, when compared to those two kisses…

You hear a faint smug chuckle.

“You forgot?” Astgenne asks.

You don’t say anything.

“Ok,” Astgenne says, “I suppose you got distracted, so let’s give you another chance. Aside from that one, in what order did we kiss you? Did I go first, or was it Sia?”

Well, the answer to that one should be obvious, shouldn’t it?

The first kiss, heavy, almost possessive, while pressing her fingers against your cheeks to go as deep as possible. It must have been Astgenne.

Then, the second one was Astesia. It tracks with that gentle kiss. Although she did get a bit too excited at the end. But maybe it was just something that happened in the heat of the moment.

“You kissed me first, then Astesia,” you say. A slow tone to your voice. You can’t be too confident, and even less so when their sweet tastes are still mixed all over your mouth.

“Bzzzt!” Astgenne imitates the sound of a buzzer.

“What?” you say.

“Wrong!” she declares, with a very happy tone to her voice. A bit too happy, even. “The first one was Sia!”

“Genne!” Astesia scolds her from the side.

“Did you get confused by the hand?” Astgenne says. “That was my hand. I knew Sia would be too timid, so I gave her a little push. She really got into it, don’t you think?”

Astesia calls out Astgenne again.

“Well, anyway,” Astgenne says, “it’s time for your punishment.”

“A punishment?” you ask.

“Of course,” she says. “You guessed wrong, so it’s obvious you have to be punished. Right, Sia?” she asks. You can hear Astesia let out a small hum of agreement from the side. She has less apprehension about all of this with each passing second.

“And what is it?”

Without saying anything else, one of them once more goes over your body, resting at the opposite side again. You feel a pair of hands go for the hem of your shirt.

In a moment, whoever is holding you pulls the shirt up, baring your chest and putting the shirt over your face. A bit more of struggle, to get your head through the hole, keeping a hand on your face so the blindfold doesn't move, and now your shirt is around your hands.

“Come on,” Astgenne says, “or I will have all the fun myself,” she adds with a mischievous tone. It’s obvious she’s not speaking to you.

She licks the side of your neck, making a shiver run down your spine.

You hear something like a whimper coming from the other side, before a second pair of hands touches your chest.

“Doctor,” Astesia calls in a dreamy, needy gasp. A soft pair of lips touch your chest.

“Doctor,” calls Astgenne from the other side as she kisses the side of your neck. You can feel Astesia send a leg over yours, her thigh resting close to your manhood.

As their bodies rub against yours, you confirm that they are not wearing anything. At all. Their soft breasts and hard nipples touch your skin as they press themselves against your body.

Astesia kisses your chest again and again, going a bit higher each time. On the collarbone, near the shoulders, on the neck. Soft hands go all around your body, the warmth leaving trails over your skin, the feelings now much sharper with your vision obscured. Another kiss from Astesia right under your jawbone makes your body tense. Astgenne chuckles again, before licking your skin and sending her leg over yours too, her thigh close to Astesia’s, pressing a bit too hard on the bulge in your pants. She moves her face close to your ear.

“You have to do better,” Astgenne whispers. She nibbles on your earlobe, sending a hand to the side of your face, caressing you, before grabbing a handful of your hair. Her nails scratch your scalp.

Astesia’s hand goes to your side, sliding between Astgenne’s body and yours. She grasps at your body, pushing hers closer.

Kisses from both sides. Voices coming out as sweet, dreamy mewls swirl and mix all around. Yet, each of your ears hears one of them closer, the sounds rattling inside your head, making you focus even more on how they press and rub against your body. Small nibbles from Astgenne make you bend your neck towards her, and Astesia takes advantage of the exposed side to pepper it with even more kisses.

They can feel how you shiver and tense the more they caress you, and that seems to make them want to do it more. Their aroma surrounds you, pulling you more into the moment, as it mixes between them and fills every breath you take. Their thighs rub and press against that bulge in your pants.

Something primal screams at you from deep inside as they toy with you. Their soft thighs press and press on your manhood, making it strain against your clothes.

“Are you getting impatient, Doctor?” Astgenne asks.

You can only let out a heavy breath as you feel her kiss you while pressing her thigh against the bulge with even more precision. Her soft flesh bends ever so slightly while still pressing your hard manhood.

They continue kissing you for a moment. You can feel an assortment of quick pecks and deep kisses. Sometimes licking your skin, sometimes biting not so gently, sometimes sucking near the collarbone.

Your member gets harder and harder each passing second, and they notice.

Their voices, their breaths hitting your skin, their aromas, their soft skins touching yours.

Your manhood feels like it could burst at any moment.

And even more when a single finger presses on it.

You hear a chuckle. It sounds like Astgenne.

“So, want to go to the next round?” she whispers near your ear. Her soft breath hits your skin, and that's enough to make you shiver.

She presses again. Gentle, in a way. Just with her fingertip on the tip of the bulge. She feels how it resists the pressure she makes.

You take a deep breath. Your whole body tenses each time she plays with that. A single press, before easing it up and feeling how it pushes back.

“Doctor? You have to say it,” she says. A second hand comes from the other side. A bit gentler, yet putting the palm on top of the bulge, the fingers pressing around it to feel the silhouette of your shaft.

“Do you want to?” Astesia asks in a shy and gentle tone.

You take a deep breath.

Astesia mumbles something else, her words not finding the strength to come out of her chest.

“Just say it, Doctor,” Astgenne continues. “You wanted to make sure Astesia was into the idea before, right? It's the same.”

“We…” Astesia's voice trembles a little. “We are not against the idea, Doctor.”

Astgenne kisses the side of your neck.

“The opposite, actually,” she says, her hot breath hitting your skin.

No use acting like you don't want to, unless you want to have them teasing you even more. After all, when not even you would believe a ‘no’, do you expect them to?

“Yes,” you reply.

Astgenne's hand goes to the band of your pants almost instantly. She tugs at it once. Just a tease, without much strength, wanting to make you feel it. She tugs again. She kisses your neck again.

She tugs one last time, your clothes finally moving and letting your manhood free.

“You are very excited, Doctor,” Astgenne whispers in your ear as a finger traces from the base to the tip. You feel her soft digit against the skin of your cock. A pointed caress, a promise of what's to come.

You can feel another gentle caress on your balls, four fingers grazing the underside while a thumb rests on top. She lifts your balls a bit, as if weighing them.

The finger poking at the tip of your dick pulls away, so does the other hand.

They stand up, the cold air replacing their warmth.

“Next,” Astgenne says as both of them stand by the sides of the bed, “try again.”

You hear steps. They are moving.

You can feel the bed bend a little as one of them climbs on it. There's weight to your left and to your right, besides your hips. You can't feel much more.

Something warm and wet touches the tip of your dick.

Pleasure rushes through your body as something warm, wet and soft envelops the tip of your dick. Bumps caress the tip as the feeling continues.

You hear a trembling breath, one that just barely manages to slip through.

The girl on top of you keeps going down slowly. That warm embrace takes more and more of your shaft with each breath.

Little by little, teasing you too. Her walls caress your manhood as it makes its way inside. You can feel their warmth, their slickness. Seems like she also got impatient for this.

She manages, just barely, to contain her moan as her hips touch yours. A shiver goes up your spine, felt all the more with you being unable to move or see. Your mind is completely focused on the pressure around your manhood, how those walls make way for you.

A graceful hand lands on your chest, the other lands on your hip.

The girl on top of you lifts herself. Her insides massage your skin as she pulls you out of her. Her fingers press on your bare skin as she almost takes you out. When her lips are once more taking only your tip, she stops.

Her warm excitement coats the skin of your hard member while she holds you there, almost out, teasing with the possibility of taking you into her velvety walls or going away.

Weight shifts near your knees. The other sister, whoever that might be, gets closer.

The weight changes, you can feel it by how the pressure on your hips and chest increases. The second rests her weight on the first, the one currently riding you. You hear whispers.

You take a breath in. Just this has been enough to start filling the room with a faint musk, with the faint aroma of their femininity.

Right as you want to say something, the bird on top of you starts taking you in again. Once more, those warm lips welcome you as if it were your rightful place to be deep inside of her, those soft walls caress your skin as your member makes its way deep into her body.

Her hips kiss yours once again, the tip of your dick scraping her deepest parts. Her insides quiver around you, massaging your length, as she struggles to stifle yet another moan.

She rests there, getting used to having your manhood deep inside of her, letting you feel her lightweight body on top of yours. She's a Liberi, after all. And yet there's a pressure on you, only partly caused by the sensation of her body on top of yours, that makes it hard to breathe.

Her insides tighten. Her insides tighten again. You hear her take a deep breath. She twists her hips, as if trying to feel you, as if trying to make you fit inside of her. She breathes in again, holds it for a second, and then lets it out. She starts moving again.

With a careful rhythm, she goes up and down. Like the rise and rest of a chest with calm breathing, she goes up, stays there for a second, and then takes you in again. Small movements of her hips make it so you feel all of her, and that she rubs all of her against your shaft. You can't be sure if those movements are on purpose, or just the pleasure making her body falter for a fraction of a second each time.

Two soft hands cup your face, but the ones on your chest and hip are still there.

Once more, sweet lips are taking yours.

Hands caress your cheeks. The girl riding you goes a bit faster.

You open your mouth, coaxed by small pecks and gentle sucking on your lips. She pushes her tongue deep inside, leaning over you, moving closer. You feel her chest press against yours as she tries to get closer and closer.

Licking deep, wanting to taste each little corner, each nook and cranny inside your mouth, making sure you taste her properly. As if those kisses of before hadn’t been close to enough, as if those voracious kisses of before had only gotten her even more in the mood. Maybe it's the situation, but you notice yourself moving your tongue too, wanting to get more and more of her taste. You're getting hooked on just how sweet, how delightful those kisses taste, and the aroma of the hot breaths that caress your lips.

Alluring mewls come out of her. She's also falling into it, if she hadn't already done so.

The girl riding you twists her hips, her tail caressing your legs as she does, and makes the tip of your dick press against just the right spot. A very weak spot, judging by how her insides clench around you. You can feel her legs tense, and you can feel the other girl send her hands to your ears.

For a second, you don't hear anything but the muffled mewls of the girl kissing you. Although just from those small sounds, you can almost make out who it is that you are kissing.

She pulls her hands away after a second.

Once more, you hear the bed softly creaking, and the gentle moans coming from the girl kissing you.

Her hands stay on your cheeks.

Without warning, you thrust up. The girl riding you lets out the cutest moan, while the other one scrambles to cover your ears again.

You feel how the first puts her hands on your hips and presses, demanding you stay still, or maybe just trying to steady herself.

The girl kissing you breaks the kiss for a second, giving you a chance to breathe, and to speak.

There's a chance you are wrong, but judging by the sounds one lets out while kissing you, and the moan you got out of the other, you can make a guess.

“You are Astgenne, and Astesia is currently straddling me, right?” you ask, the taste of the kiss still lingering on your mouth. When you focus so much on it, when your tongue still moves chasing the aftertaste, you can even make out what she tastes like. You are sure that if she were to kiss you again, you could tell it's her from the taste alone.

You hear a disappointed whine.

“Correct,” she says. Even if you are going along with her game, she's not reacting like you were expecting her to. She sounds almost dissatisfied.

Before you can reply, you feel a slender finger touch your lips.

“You cheater,” she says, her tone now having a smug air to it. “Cheating is no good, Doctor,” she says as she moves. Weight shifts near your head. Is she getting on her knees? You can't tell properly, still feeling how Astesia's movements make the bed bend.

“It wasn't cheating,” you say as you feel her weight move around you. A rich aroma reaches your nose. A delicate scent. It smells a little like sweat.

“You were supposed to guess from the feeling, Doctor,” she says. Her voice is now further away than before. It's coming from higher up than before. Then, you feel weight on your face. Something wet, warm and soft is touching you. You try to move your mouth, only to hear Astgenne let out a small moan. “This is your punishment.” She rubs herself against you. You can feel something getting smeared all over the lower half of your face. A warm liquid. Her juices. “Go ahead,” she says. Her tone is a bit too excited. She sounds a little bit like she's holding her breath.

You take another breath in. Her aroma is even stronger. It's a tangy, musky scent.

You move your tongue out, touching something soft. Astgenne lets out another sweet noise.

It tastes a little salty, plus something else you can't properly describe.

“That's it,” she lets out in a gasp as she rubs herself against your face. Her hand reaches for your head, fingers gliding through your hair, holding firmly onto your scalp.

Her thighs press against your ears. All sounds become muffled.

While Astesia keeps riding you, lost in her own pleasure, Astgenne shoves her crotch against your face.

As you push your tongue out, you feel the entrance. The shiver you feel go through Astgenne is confirmation enough that you are touching a good spot.

With the blindfold on and Astgenne's legs pressing on the sides of your head, your sight and hearing are useless.

Your sense of smell is currently being occupied almost entirely by the aroma of Astgenne's womanhood, as is your sense of taste.

And their soft flesh, their slender hands, their light bodies, are all your mind can bother to feel right now.

Right now, those two birds are your whole world.

You start moving your tongue. Astgenne replies by grabbing tighter onto your head and gyrating her hips to make sure your tongue reaches as deep as possible. You try to focus enough to thrust upward as Astesia keeps riding you. Syncing with her, managing to hit deep into her core, making her grasp onto your body. Astesia's walls caress your mast as she bounces on your crotch, and she keeps twisting her hips, moving as if to push you against every little part of her. You can feel her soft insides kissing you, wrapping around your shaft, as if massaging, as if wanting to coax your cum out of you. Gentle, in a way.

The taste of Astgenne's folds. The sensation of how she reacts to each movement of your tongue. The smell that fills each breath. The warm pressure of her body around your head, and Astesia's body around your hips. The feeling of Astesia's hands on your torso. Astesia's walls holding your member, her folds wrapping around it.

The pleasure of all of it builds up. With so little to focus on, without anywhere for your mind to wander to other than the pleasure and the soft flesh, you feel yourself reach the edge.

You want to call out, but with Astgenne on top of your face, you can do nothing.

Pleasure builds up your manhood.

As if feeling it too, Astesia moves faster and faster. Dropping on you with a bit more strength, holding onto you with a bit more desperation. Her thighs press against your sides. Her walls quiver around your throbbing shaft. From her movements, it seems that feeling your manhood throbbing inside of her has made her all the more eager. The ache inside her, the hunger, grows each time she caresses your cock with her slick walls, feeling it hit her deepest spots, and twice over when she feels it throb inside of her.

Her toned thighs press against you. You can feel their softness, the plump roundness of them, the layer of just enough fat, and the muscle beneath working as much as it can to get Astesia that relief. You can feel her fingers dig into you, holding onto you as if you were to run away should she get careless. Her tail hits your legs as she moves, fanning your legs as she keeps going up and down, her hair caresses you, tickling your skin.

Meanwhile, maybe noticing the same, Astgenne's movements get faster, too. She rubs and rubs and rubs herself against you, demanding you pay as much attention to her as you are paying to her sister. Each movement of your tongue makes Astgenne's legs twitch, making her hips sway a little.

Your manhood throbs inside Astesia. She speeds up even more, making the bed move each time.

You feel the pleasure surging.

You want to warn her. You can't.

Astesia sheathes you completely again.

With the tip of your dick deep inside of her, you explode. Thick ropes of warm, sticky white liquid hit her walls. You can feel how she still moves before feeling the warmth inside of her, pulling even more seed out of you.

She pushes down, taking you as deep as she can, making sure to stay still to receive as much as she can. And, as you can also feel, due to her legs locking as an orgasm takes hold of her.

Astesia's insides quiver and spasm around you. Her nails rake at your skin, her legs lock around you.

Even with Astgenne's thighs on your ears, you manage to hear a faint moan.

Smaller loads hit Astesia's insides, making her legs press around you, her hands pushing against you, as if trying to command you to stop sending those waves of pleasure through her. The pleasure of your orgasm makes every little movement and every little sensation much more evident. But even as you fill Astesia's insides, as after waves of pleasure rush through you and through her, Astgenne doesn't stop. If anything, her hold on your head gets stronger and the movement of her hips gets faster. She presses all of her womanhood against your face, her tail brushing against your chest as she rides your face.

As you can, you focus on moving your tongue. Her excitement coats it, dripping down your lips and down your chin, the flavor etching itself into your mind as she continues. Each small breath you can sneak as she smears her nectar over your face is filled with her feminine aroma, some faint notes of her sweat, and a bit of the aroma of soap. Did they take a bath right before coming to your room?

Astgenne's insides quiver around your tongue, making her movements fail for a second, and pulling you out of your thoughts.

You let out a breath against her sensitive folds, making a shiver run down her spine.

She grinds and grinds against your face, her clit hitting your lips and your nose while you lap at her. Take in her aroma, take in her flavor, take in her softness.

Astesia's walls tremble and pulsate around you, caressing you, making sure you give her all you can give.

Push your tongue deep inside Astgenne, notice how she reacts. Notice how her walls tighten ever so slightly around you. Notice the spots that make her movements break rhythm.

As you lick, her walls quiver more and more and more.

Her thighs tense.

Her movements become more frantic.

And she moves away.

You are left moving your tongue, with her taste still on it, her aroma still saturating the air around you, and her excitement dripping down your face.

“Not yet,” Astgenne says as she moves away. Astesia, who barely has managed to calm down, does the same, moving away and taking your manhood out of her.

As you breathe, noticing that the smell around you, while much fainter, is still not just clear air, you are left waiting. Their weight still makes the bed bend, so they are right beside you.

They shift around, switching places.

One of them straddles you. It should be Astgenne.

Her hair and tail caress your body as they fall on you. Once more, you can feel warm lips touch your manhood. A small moan reaches your ears as the girl teases herself with the tip of your dick, letting you confirm it's Astgenne.

She leans forward, resting her hands on your chest, as she continues twisting her hips.

Then she lines herself and lowers her hips. In a single motion, she takes you down to the hilt, making you groan while a moan escapes from her throat.

Her slender thighs press around your hips as she settles down, moving to make sure your manhood fills her as much as possible, to take you as deep as she can, to press you against every little nook and cranny. Her tight walls press around you, holding onto you. Folds grabbing you with the impatience you would expect of her.

She lifts herself, her walls still clinging tightly to you, wrapping around your shaft, as if demanding you don't leave her empty.

And she lets herself fall down once more, pushing another moan out of herself.

She continues moving, lifting and lowering her hips again and again, rubbing her walls against your shaft, making her fingers curl and scratch your skin.

“Doctor,” a needy voice calls from the side. Two gentle hands hold your face, making you turn towards her. “I'm here too,” Astesia says. Her voice feels closer. She moves her thumb over your lips. You swallow.

While gently pulling you, she presses her lips against you.

Just like Astgenne, she moves even closer, resting some of her body on top of you, wanting to feel your bare skin against hers. Her chest presses against yours, her hair touches your chest.

Astgenne continues moving her hips. Each time your manhood makes its way through her tight insides, she tenses. Each second, she moves a little bit faster, chasing a release she denied herself.

But this is what she wanted.

She moves her hands, holding the sides of your body as her feet go under your legs. Holding you as she wants, where she wants, she crashes her hips again and again against you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room each time. Her slender body uses all of its strength to impale herself as deep as possible. You can feel how the muscles of her thighs tense and relax as she moves. You can hear the sound of the bed cracking as she pushes you into the mattress, and how it mixes with the sound of her sweaty skin hitting yours. You can hear Astesia's sweet mewls as she takes your lips. You can taste Astesia's sweet tongue, and smell her wonderful aroma.

Her hands press on your face, as if demanding you focus on kissing her. Move your tongue, enjoy her, feel how she replies with the same intensity, wanting to taste you. Even now, she still has that same desperate need she showed the first time she kissed you.

Your mind divided, you are harassed by pleasure from two fronts. As Astesia kisses you, pumping her needy love at you, pushing her tongue deep inside your mouth, moving on top of you, rubbing her body against yours, wanting to take as much of you as she can, Astgenne keeps moving, rubbing your shaft against her walls, her insides holding onto your manhood, her excitement coating your member again and again, her hands and thighs holding firmly onto you, demanding you pump her full of your thick, warm love. Their moans and mewls mix in your ears, breaking your reasoning even further.

You even stop questioning the debauchery they have pulled you into.

Why would you even question it?

Two beautiful birds are pampering you to their heart’s content. Just let yourself fall deep into their charms.

With Astgenne having been so close to orgasm, her insides are as sensitive as your manhood. Each rise and fall, each time your shaft parts her wet folds, sends a wave of pleasure through both of you.

She feels you throbbing inside of her, you feel her walls quivering around you.

“Doctor,” Astgenne calls, leaning down even further. You feel how she rests more of her weight on her hands.

She keeps calling you as she gets closer and closer to orgasm, as she feels a flutter deep inside her core that gets bigger and thicker each time she rams your manhood against her core, each time she takes you down to the base, each time your manhood pushes against her insides right on those spots where it makes her chest stop.

You would reply to her calls, if not for the fact that Astesia is taking your lips for herself, making sure that you can't even breathe anything except the gasps she pumps into your mouth. Her tongue plays with yours, she sucks on your lips, she makes sure to take advantage of this rare chance to do as she pleases with you.

Astgenne impales herself with your dick faster and faster, with all the strength her legs can muster, ripples making their way through that tight ass of hers. Again and again. She feels you throb inside of her. She feels how her tight insides press and press even more around your lance. Begging, pleading, for you to fill her just like you filled her sister just moments before.

Landing one last time, taking you all the way to the base, letting your tip find its place between her walls, she makes you cum.

A hit of hot, thick cum crashes against her deepest parts, making her nails scratch your skin as her body locks and stops moving. Spasms rush through her again and again, her walls quaking around your shaft, demanding that you keep pumping that hot seed into her, that you keep painting her walls with your color. She pushes her palms against your body, she presses her tights against the sides of your body, her legs pressing on yours as she tries to bend her knees with your legs still trapped over her feet.

Astesia pushes her tongue into your mouth, taking in the groans of pleasure you let out, caressing your face. Her movements feel a bit greedier. Maybe hearing Astgenne's voice break into a trembling moan also got her excited, even if she already has your seed dripping from her lower lips.

Small movements of Astgenne's hips, grinding against yours with whatever strength she has left, but without her controlling it, send shivers down her back and down yours. Her body tenses and relaxes as you throb inside of her, as your seed drips down her walls, as your warmth spreads through her.

Even as Astgenne rests on top of you, feeling your seed filling her, with her spasms getting less intense bit by bit, Astesia doesn't allow you to rest. She's still taking your lips, she's still making sure you remember her aroma, and the taste of her lips. She presses her body a bit more against yours, making sure you feel her warmth. You can even feel her heartbeat, hitting against you, letting you know just how excited she is.

When Astgenne's shivers finally stop, Astesia lets go of you. You take a deep breath. Sultry air, already filled with the thick musk of sex, that does little to let you recover your stolen breath.

Astgenne lifts herself and moves to the side with the same stability of a newborn fawn. They both stand up.

You don’t hear anything. You can’t feel anything other than the bed under you.

In that silence, your heartbeat is the only way to measure the passing seconds.

“Are we done?” you ask to the void. For some reason, you aren't sure if you are hoping for a yes or a no.

Astgenne chuckles.

“What are you talking about?” she says. One has to give her props, trying to sound so cheeky, and almost managing to do so, when her breathing is still heavy. “You haven't guessed correctly yet.”

“Maybe we should stop,” Astesia says in a meek tone. She clears her throat. “We have already done enough.”

“But, Sia…” Astgenne replies. You can hear some shuffling.

A moment goes by. You can hear them whispering.

No matter how stoked your lust, how hot your skin, your mind manages to slither through. Maybe you should ask…

“Do you want to stop, Astesia?” you say, and their whispers stop.

“I…” Her voice trails off. “Do you want to stop, Doctor?” she asks back.

Another moment, this time of proper silence. You can hear nothing but the sound of your own breathing.

What face is she making, you wonder.

Is she hopeful? Is she tired?

Is she eager?

You swallow. It still tastes a bit like her.

If you have come this far, there is no use lying to them, or to yourself. Not when your skin already misses their touch.

“No,” you say, “I want to continue.”

The first reply you get is a smug chuckle from Astgenne.

“So?” she says. “What do you say, Sia? Should we continue?”

Silence.

You are once more left wondering what she looks like.

“Okay,” she says.

“Yay!” Astgenne says. She moves. You can feel how her weight makes the mattress bend.

“Are you sure?” you say.

With those words, the movements stop.

A soft hand caresses your cheek.

“Yes,” she says. Her voice has a faint heat to it that makes the hairs on your nape stand on end. Maybe it was not fear, but simply self-control that made her doubt before…

“But,” you say, “can I move my hands?” you ask. Astgenne lets out a questioning hum.

“I mean, part of the fun is…” she mumbles. Astesia takes her hand away from your cheek.

“Please,” you add.

You hear whispers. The sound comes from farther than before. A second of silence. More whispers.

Another moment of silence.

“Do you promise not to remove the blindfold?” Astesia’s voice comes from your side, much closer than you would have expected, making you jolt ever so slightly.

“Yes.”

More whispers.

“Okay,” Astgenne says.

“Then…” Astesia says, as she rests her weight near you, making the bed bend in her direction.

Something soft caresses your face. The contact of that silky skin against your face makes Astesia move back. She lets out a sound like a small yelp, like she had accidentally touched a plate of food that was a bit too hot.

“You could always move a bit closer,” Astgenne says from the side in a singsong voice. Astesia just replies by letting out a small, slightly annoyed groan.

You can hear her take a deep breath.

That same soft thing touches your face again. It feels as if she's even pushing it a bit against you. It’s very soft. Two soft things. They bend against your face. It's obvious what it is.

Her hands touch your wrists.

You take a deep breath. It smells like sweat, and like her.

“Doctor,” she protests immediately, moving a little. A gentle scolding. Maybe your breathing tickles.

You spend a second there, surrounded by her wonderful aroma, with those two soft things pressed against your face.

The tie comes undone, and Astesia moves away.

You pull your hands closer to you, feeling your shoulders relax after having been tied up for so long.

“So,” Astgenne says. Someone grabs your hand, and you guess it's her. “Since you are free now, you have to move.” She pulls you up, making you move to the edge of the bed and stand up.

You try to turn around, leaning to touch the bed, looking to get your bearings. You hear Astgenne chuckling. What's more, you can faintly hear Astesia chuckling.

Two slender pairs of hands reach for your arms. Pulling you, making you lean towards the bed.

With your feet on the cold floor, your hands on the mattress, and your legs resting on the edge of the bed, you hover over it.

By the way the mattress bends, you know there's someone under you.

Two legs wrap around your hips, nudging you forward.

If you focus, you can hear her breathing. It's worked, it's heavy, it's eager.

Two hands go to your manhood. By the angle and the way they hold you, you can guess each belongs to a different owner.

They caress your length, they play with you, they make shivers run down your back, teasing, sliding their fingers along your shaft, along your ball sack, pressing your manhood against their soft palms, pressing each from a different side, spreading the mix of nectar and seed that coats your member, covering it, covering their fingers.

You grow once more.

A gentle tug, nudging you to move closer, and once more the tip of your dick is touching wet, eager petals.

You swallow, take a deep breath, and push yourself inside of her.

Her body trembles as you make your way inside. She manages to drown a moan, or at least drown it enough that you can't make out who she is from the sound of her voice.

Although, if you were to guess from that, Astgenne would call it moot yet again, so focus on other clues.

But with your hands now free, you have more things you can do.

Sheathing yourself inside of her, feeling tight walls hold onto you, you lean down. A bit less romantic than what you would have envisioned, blindly moving a hand to touch her to find where she is, yet it’s all what you have.

Your palm lands on her stomach. Maybe.

Move it around, make it look like you are caressing her. You find the curve of her waist and how it goes into her hip.

Now, truly caress her. Cherish her.

Letting your body rest on top of hers, making her sink even deeper into the mattress, making sure she's surrounded by your presence, you use both of your hands to trace her body. Make a mental image of her.

Slender, curvaceous. Wide hips, an alluring waist, a small, tight ass.

You cup her breasts and press on them.

A hand comes from your side. It tugs at your arm.

It tugs again.

It's a protest, not at the fact you are using your hands so much, but at the recipient.

Another tug.

Better comply, then.

Putting one of your hands on the bed, you lift yourself a little and lean to the side. Those slender hands, those gentle fingers, guide you, pleading for you to get closer.

You lift your free hand and move it towards her. Something hard, something warm, covered by her silky, sweat-slick skin.

Drag your hand around, find the shape of her body. You are touching her shoulder.

A caress to the side of her neck makes her bend it.

Go down, find her chest. Another gentle touch, with your fingers looking for a hard nub. Making contact, you can feel how her body tenses, making her chest move a little in response. A big, plump mound that weighs on your hand, and that you are more than happy to hold.

Keep moving your hand. Over her slender tummy, past her navel.

Feel how her breath hitches as your fingers tease her lower lips.

Wet, warm, sensitive.

Pushing a finger inside, you make her legs tremble around you, pressing the sides of your palm. Feel her walls quiver around your finger, feel how they massage it. Gentle, soft movements, delighting in how she reacts to every little movement you do, to every little bit of pressure.

Take your finger out, now coated in a mix of your seed and her own excitement. Tease her lips with your fingertip, gently press on the clit, smear the mixture all around, and then slowly push your finger inside again.

Meanwhile, keep thrusting your hips. Feel those tight walls hold onto your shaft, feel how she reacts to your movements.

Slow. Do it slowly. For both of them, feel how they struggle not to let their voices out. Feel how their bodies react.

Have you noticed yet?

For how similar their bodies are, there are small differences. Having dragged your hands all over their shapes, you can say that they are indeed twins, bodies that feel like copies of one another, yet their reactions aren't the same.

Those little things, you can use them. You can indeed tell them apart from just that, just like Astgenne said she wanted you to.

Keep moving, keep playing with them.

Slide another finger inside those wet petals. Move your fingers just right, press on the right spots, and feel how the girl to your side presses her thighs against you and raises her hips. Angle your thrusts just right, and notice how the girl under you tenses up, her tight walls squeezing your shaft, a body that begs for you to have some mercy, even when the owner couldn’t wish less for it.

You lower your head.

You can hear her breathing as you get closer. You bend your back, aiming to kiss the girl currently squirming under you, only to feel how she puts one hand over her mouth, and then puts the other on your face. A gentle push, placing her hand on you, yet enough to feel how her body moves each time you push yourself deep into her.

Maybe she fears her voice would leak out?

Then, another hand reaches for you. Slender fingers move under your chin, nudging you to the side. As you turn and shift closer, a second hand reaches for your face, cupping it.

Soft lips touch yours.

Once more, a needy, desperate, ravenous kiss. Soft hands that press on your cheeks, pulling you more into it.

Even if you move your fingers, trying to see if you can break her stride, she continues devouring you. The more you press against those meaty folds, the hungrier the kiss gets. Pushing her tongue inside your mouth, stopping only fractions of a second at a time to hide a moan, before continuing with a desire burning even hotter than before.

The hand that was pushing you away comes back. A feeble grasp, raking at your chest, demanding you also pay attention to her.

You return the passion of the kiss, you thrust faster.

Even as you let yourself fall into them, into their graceful hands, into their slender bodies, into the desire they are showing you, you can still make out who is who. You are almost sure.

So, you break the kiss for a moment. You can feel how the gentle hands that cup your face try to pull, how those plump lips chase for a second. A faint whimper reaches your ears.

Moving towards the girl under you, you lower yourself once more. Pin her between you and the bed as you keep lunging into her. Start moving your hips a bit faster, and feel how she wants to protest as she continues fighting to keep her voice contained.

Move just a bit more.

You press your face against the side of hers. The tuft of feathers on the side of her head tickles your nose. As you breathe in, you notice it also smells like shampoo.

“Let your voice out,” you say, while the girl tries to push you away, and maybe she's also trying to demand you go a bit slower. You can feel her knuckles touch the side of your face. She's still keeping a hand on her mouth. “Astgenne,” you add.

She immediately lets her voice out. A defeated moan comes from right beside your ear, instantly melting into one of pleasure as you twist your hips and put a bit more intensity into ramming into her.

You guessed right.

Hearing the alluring song of her voice, and the somehow even more alluring tune of her accepting defeat, you put even more strength into your hips.

A moan comes freely out of her.

You move to the side.

A gentle pair of hands finds your cheeks.

“Astesia,” you call.

“Doctor,” she replies, pulling you closer. With a curl of your fingers inside of her, you make her voice tremble as she pushes her lips against yours.

Astgenne's tight walls tremble around you as you speed up even more, her voice melting into shorter and shorter whines of pleasure as her breathing also gets shorter and shorter. Astesia's insides clench around and caress your fingers, her abdomen tightening again and again as you caress her. Rub against her walls, and use your thumb to tease that little wet pearl crowning her swollen lower lips.

Feel how both of their bodies tense up. Feel how you throb inside of Astgenne as you keep moving your hips, as her walls keep caressing your shaft.

Faster. Faster.

Hear how her voice mixes with the creaks from the bed. Hear how Astesia's moans manage to escape between the openings in the desperate, sloppy kiss you two are sharing, decorated by needy gasps. Astesia leans on you, resting her body on yours, rubbing that wonderful chest of hers against yours.

Each thrust pushes you closer to the edge. Each thrust pushes Astgenne closer to the edge.

One of her hands goes to your chest, trying to grab onto you as her abdomen bends forward without her willing it.

Lunging deep into her, your tip hitting her core, you release another load of thick seed into her womb. Your back locks, stopping you for a second as both you and Astgenne feel that release.

A broken cry of pleasure rips through her throat as her nails rake your skin. Her legs lock behind you, pushing you as deep as you can go. You can feel how her body bends, how it moves as if to fit perfectly with yours, how her muscles feel as they tense without command.

Her walls press and press, trembling and tightening around your shaft as her orgasm makes its way through her body. Waves of pleasure that push the air out of her and make it come out as gasps and trembling moans.

Sharp pleasure runs through you too, all your mind can take, and even more with how her walls quiver around your sensitive manhood.

Yet, as lights flash on the edges of your vision, you hear a gentle whine. Astesia pushes her tongue a bit more inside your mouth, rubbing her crotch against your hand, trying to get your fingers deep into herself, trying to pull you from the bliss of your orgasm back into her love.

Return that kiss, feel how she tries and tries to chase her own orgasm, your fingers having stopped as your focus slipped. Shallow, small movements of her insides, a shallow orgasm that grants barely any pleasure or relief.

What a blunder.

Move back, pull your still sensitive manhood out of Astgenne. She trembles a little as you do so.

“Doctor,” Astesia whines between kisses, still pushing her crotch against your palm. You reply by curling your fingers just right, by pressing against her clit in the way that you've learned makes her insides coil around your fingers.

One of her hands lets go of your face. A second later, you feel slender fingers wrap themselves around your manhood.

Forget about everything else.

Focus on her desperate kisses, focus on her inebriating voice, focus on the soft skin of her hand, and how she twists and caresses and touches to get you hard and ready again. Focus on moving your fingers inside her, on making her let out those delightful moans, focus on the feeling of her excitement dripping down your palm, on how her walls coat your digits with it.

Before you know it, you are already hard. Even so, Astesia keeps rubbing her hand against your manhood, kissing you, leaning towards you, resting her body on yours and letting you feel her warm skin.

Pulling your fingers out of her, nudging her towards the bed with your other hand, you make her lie down.

Even if it's just so you can judge where she is, the way you drag your hands all over her still has quite the loving air to it. The attention to each little curve, to each fall and rise, is no different from the touch of an enamored lover. Doubly so, with the amount of love and care you feel for them.

A gentle hand reaches for your manhood, while another goes for your face, pulling you closer. As your tip touches her wet lips, she caresses you.

You thrust in, making her tense, making her voice come out in a trembling moan. Her sensitive walls, having still not recovered from the orgasm she couldn't have, hold onto you.

Warm, sweat-covered skin touches your back, two soft mounds pressing against you. A sweet aroma reaches you.

“Doctor,” Astgenne calls, before planting a kiss on the side of your neck that makes your body tense. Your hips buckle and press a bit deeper into Astesia, making her insides shiver around you. “Don't forget I'm here too,” she says.

You can feel how she rests her slender body against yours, pushing you, making you rest your body, in turn, on Astesia, pinning her between the mattress and yourself.

“Doctor,” calls Astgenne again, kissing you on the neck while rubbing her body against yours, her hands drifting all over your body.

“Doctor,” calls Astesia, twisting her hips to make sure your manhood presses right on the points that most ache to feel it.

Astgenne moves back, giving you leeway.

You keep thrusting.

Weight shifts on the bed. A hand reaches for your hand.

As you focus on your movements, and on making Astesia let out moans of pleasure, your hand is made to go over Astgenne's body. You recognize the curve of her thigh, you recognize the round curve of her ass, and the soft caress of her tail. She's on her knees, pointing her ass at you.

You drag your hand down, and feel her let out a small gasp as your fingers find her sodden petals.

Slide two fingers inside, notice the ease with which they can enter. Churn the mix of your seed and her nectar inside of her, feel how her walls tighten around your fingers. You truly filled her to the brim, didn't you?

Astesia's hands reach for your shoulders, her legs move behind your back. Her plump thighs press on your hips, her heels nudging you deep inside.

Pulling you in again, making sure you're tight against her and that you remember who you should be focusing on, once more going for a kiss.

And as you thrust inside of her once more, you can feel her push you in with her heels.

Go faster, and feel how she trembles under your body. Lunge at her, and feel how she pushes you deeper inside with her legs, feel how she twists her hips to take you in.

Move your fingers inside of Astgenne, and notice how her own body also twists to make sure you are touching right on those spots that make her breathing falter.

Fall more into them, be drowned in them. Into their soft skins, their warm bodies, the supple flesh, the aroma that fills the room and inundates your lungs. The animal calling from inside your chest roars and demands you mate them, your two beautiful birds.

Their voices mix in the most alluring of songs, yet it's not enough. Even if your body is already tired, you thrust and thrust and thrust into Astesia, wanting to feel more how those desperate kisses of hers stop when you manage to send a wave of pleasure rushing through her. You want to notice how her hands grasp at you, how her slender fingers try to hold onto you, and how her legs tremble around you. You play with Astgenne, rubbing her insides, pressing against her clit, teasing her, wanting to hear how her voice trembles and cracks, wanting to feel how her legs tremble, how her hips buckle and fail.

Your two beloved little birds let out cries of pleasure that only make you want to give them more and more of your love.

How did you even end up in a situation like this?

Why didn't you do this a long time ago?

And how would you love to see their faces, to see those gorgeous bodies of theirs contort, bend, and tense under you.

You send your free hand to your face, only to immediately feel Astesia's grasp, feeble as it might be right now, on your wrist.

“No,” she lets out between kisses.

Alas, seems like you will have to wait.

For now, then, focus on that which you can take in.

Their warmth, Astesia's aroma, her sweet taste, her desperate kisses, the feeling of her hands on your skin, the sound of their voices, how Astesia's insides take in your manhood, how Astgenne's insides take in your fingers.

And feel how their breathings get shorter and shorter. Feel how their sensitive insides quiver and tremble the more you touch them.

Keep thrusting, keep churning the mix of your seed and her nectar inside of Astesia, that seed you will soon give her more of.

“Doctor,” Astgenne moans from the side, pushing her crotch against your hand. Her posture falters, so does her voice.

Astesia's hands grasp at you, her fingers pressing on your skin as if she feared slipping. She keeps exploring your mouth with her tongue.

Feel how you grow inside of her.

Curl your fingers inside of Astgenne, press on her clit with your thumb, making her sensitive insides tighten up. She calls and calls your name as her hips buckle.

One last press, and you can hear her voice come out, now muffled by something. As if she were pressing her face against the mattress or a pillow, yet her cry of pleasure still comes loud enough for you to hear.

Her hips buckle again and again, making shivers run up her back as your fingers, still inside of her, press against her walls. Her insides tighten around you even more, her nectar overflowing.

As you keep thrusting, as Astesia's hands seem to demand you focus on her, you can feel how you are also reaching a breaking point.

Just a bit more.

Push your throbbing manhood deep inside of her. Make her voice come out in hypnotic moans. Feel how her velvety walls caress your manhood, how they seem to pamper you, kiss you with the same voracious love Astesia has been showing you.

Her breathing gets shorter and shorter, frantic gasps as her legs shiver as she gets closer to a proper release.

Place your tip deep inside of her, and cum.

Astesia lets out a moan, her back arching, her chest pushing against your body, as she feels the ropes of warm seed hit her sensitive walls.

Her fingers press on your skin, her legs locking around you. While she can't keep taking your lips, you make sure to continue giving her a kiss, as deep and as loving as how she has shown you she likes them.

Your hips buckle as the last remnants of your essence are pumped into her, the movement making Astesia's body tense, making a wave of pleasure run through it.

A moment goes by, a moment holding her close. You ride the afterglow of the orgasm, feeling how their bodies spasm and tense, how they try to calm their breathings, how they manage to relax a bit more each passing second.

You take a deep breath, feeling the already hot air of the room fill your lungs, before taking your fingers out of Astgenne and moving to the side, right between them. Lie down, feel their warmth coming from the sides. Astesia caresses you one last time, like begging for you not to go. Her hand immediately falls on your chest again as you rest on the bed.

Weight shifts on the side where Astgenne is. She's moving closer.

She coos something as her hands caress your body. You feel her drag her hot palm over your chest, over your shoulder, over your arm.

Astgenne grabs your hand. With both of her hands, she holds the sides.

Then you feel something soft and wet.

She mumbles something. You feel her breath and her soft lips on your knuckles.

Her tongue moves all around. Between your fingers, coiling around each one, lapping, tasting, over the sides, over the palm, making you bend the wrist so she can lick the back.

She hums a content note, with an overwhelming lascivious tone to it, and lets her hot breaths hit your palm, rejoicing in lapping the mix of her nectar and your seed, even taking care to lick places that by some miracle hadn't been dirtied yet.

You feel how Astesia plants a kiss on the side of your neck. Then she starts licking too.

Your neck bends as you feel how she leaves trails of saliva all over you.

“Doctor,” Astgenne calls, mumbling with your fingers still in her mouth. She takes them out, then takes a single one back inside, and, while making sure to press her tongue against it, she tightens her lips near your knuckle. She sucks and licks while still holding your hand.

Astesia kisses you and licks the side of your neck, pressing her body against yours, sending one of her legs over your body.

Astgenne takes your finger out of her mouth, gives it one last lick from base to fingertip, coiling her tongue around it, and then goes for the next.

The heat is already making you dizzy.

At some point, when your hand and neck are already covered in their saliva even more than in your own sweat, they stop.

There's a second of silence.

Then you feel a gentle peck on your cheek, on Astesia's side.

“Good job, Doctor,” she says. Then, another one comes from Astgenne's side.

“You did well,” she says.

You smile.

“Thank you,” you reply, right as you send a hand to your face. “Can I take—”

“No!’ both of them scream at the same time, their hands coming from opposing sides to hold yours.

You are left paralyzed, holding your hand near your face, while they hold you by the wrist.

“Please,” Astesia says as she lets go, “keep it on for a bit longer, okay?” she says.

“At least until we are away,” Astgenne says. She lets go too.

Let out a small sigh.

“Fine,” you say.

A second of silence.

They stand up. You can hear movement, you no longer feel their weight on the bed.

Are they walking out?

You should wait until you hear the door, at least, to make sure they are outside.

You hear the rustle of fabric. You hear them whisper things between themselves.

You sit up, maybe wanting to be closer, maybe wanting to hear better.

The sounds stop.

Then, you feel two kisses. Two small pecks, one on each cheek.

“Thank you,” Astgenne says.

“But you should go to sleep already, Doctor,” Astesia says. Both of them start pressing on your chest, trying to make you lie down on the bed.

Right, it's the middle of the night, right? What time is it?

“Sleep tight,” both of them whisper at the same time, kissing you again.

For some reason, you feel the exhaustion start to catch up to you.

You hear the door open.

You hear the door close.

You wake up to the sunlight coming in through your window.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Astesia says as she sets a cup on your nightstand. She shows you her usual warm smile.

Was what happened a…

The blindfold is nowhere to be seen. Astesia is acting as she always does.

You put a hand on your face.

“Is anything wrong, Doctor?” Astesia asks as she looks at you. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers are filled with care, her midnight blue locks fall gracefully at the sides of her face. There's nothing out of the ordinary.

“No, it's nothing,” you say.

“Did you sleep properly?”

You look at her.

No, it's just your mind. She always asks that. She cares for your wellbeing.

“Yes,” you say as you take the cup of tea and take a sip. “Thank you.”

It's not tea, it's coffee.

Astesia made you coffee?

As you look at her again, you see her blush a bit.

“Then, if you would excuse me,” she says, making a curtsy, and turning towards the door.

That blush…

Maybe it's just her being her.

Yet, as you look down at your body, you notice you are naked from the waist up.

There's also a funny smell, and your bed is quite a bit dirtier than what you would expect.

Later that day, you walk through the landship and see a pair of blue birds.

“Doctor,” both of them greet you as you walk towards them. You return the greeting.

“How are you doing?” Astgenne asks with her usual energetic smile.

“I'm a bit tired, but other than that, everything is okay,” you reply.

“I'm glad,” she says.

Again, they are acting just like usual.

It was probably just a dream.

“Did you sleep properly?” Astgenne continues. “You have to rest, Doctor.”

That is… while not weird for her to ask, it's a bit too specific. Although since you said you were tired, it's not completely out of place.

“I had a weird dream, but that's all,” you say.

“Is that so?” Astgenne says, almost humming, as she leans close. Astesia immediately tenses. One of her hands goes to Astgenne's dress. She gently pulls on it.

“Why do you ask?” you reply, seeing the small grin that appeared on Astgenne's face.

“I was just wondering,” she says, “if you learned something...”

Of course it wasn't a dream.

“Genne,” Astesia whispers from the side.

“I hope that you know us much better now,” Astgenne says. She leans a bit closer to you, keeping her hands behind her back.

“A little,” you reply. That grin of hers tells you she's expecting you to play along, and tease her a bit. You could oblige her. Not like you don't enjoy it.

“Only a little?” she says, showing you an exaggerated pout. “Then, maybe we should try again?”

“Genne,” Astesia protests again, a bit louder this time, pulling at Astgenne's clothes. Even if Astesia more often than not acts as the older twin, that reaction is still…

Both you and Astgenne turn to look at her. She's averting her gaze, lowering her face, and redder than an apple.

It makes you want to tease her a little, with how adorable she is, but right now you know you shouldn't—

“Didn't you like it, Sia?” Astgenne says, her grin growing.

Astesia tenses up again. Her gaze goes to you, eyes wide.

“No, I…” Astesia stammers, looking at you, the bulbs of feathers at the sides of her head puffing out.

Astgenne smiles, before hugging Astesia.

“We both enjoyed it, Doctor,” Astgenne says. “So don't make us wait too long, okay?” She winks an eye. “Next time, maybe we can skip the blindfold.” She turns to look at her sister, who just averts her eyes.

Astesia nods in silence.