{Sophie}
The tea had been a formality.
Sophie poured two cups, playing the gracious host while Serilla sat stiff on the couch, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She’d co looking for Aegis and found the younger sister instead.
Not ideal, but Sophie could make this work.
[One way or another, I’m getting fucked tonight!]
"So," Sophie said, handing over a cup. "You and my sister."
Serilla’s eyes narrowed.
"What about us?"
"Nothing! Nothing." Sophie curled up on the opposite end of the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. "I’m just curious. Aegis doesn’t talk about her conquests much."
Serilla’s eyes narrowed further.
[Oh, that got her~]
"I’m not a conquest."
"No?"
"No." Serilla’s grip tightened on her teacup. "If anything, she’s mine. She just... doesn’t know it yet."
[Oh, this is going to be so much fun.]
"Mmm." Sophie sipped her tea. "So, I’m assuming that’s why you showed up unannounced? To claim your property?"
Serilla shrugged, and oh, Sophie had to give her credit. This emotionless mask of hers was impeccable. The only other person who could pull off this level of "I totally don’t care" that Sophie had seen was... well, Aegis. And Lune, actually.
[No wonder Aegis likes her. Must be fun seeing this mask co off.]
"I was in the area," Serilla said.
"Sure you were."
"I was."
"I believe you." Sophie didn’t bother hiding her grin. "You just happened to be wandering the Noble Quarter, near Aegis’s manor, on the sa evening she’s out at a party. Total coincidence."
Serilla set down her teacup with more force than necessary.
"You’re annoying."
"I’ve been told!"
[Usually right before soone kisses , actually.]
Sophie stretched, letting her blouse ride up. Just a peek of stomach. Nothing too obvious.
"It’s cute, you know," she said. "The way you’re obsessed with her."
"I’m not—"
"You are. It’s written all over your face." Sophie scooted a little closer. "You ca to her manor on the off chance she’d be here. And right now, you’re sitting on her couch, in her sitting room, surrounded by her things, pretending you don’t care."
Serilla’s jaw tightened.
[Ooh, she’s getting mad. Good. Mad is fun.]
"Do not confuse my desire for a good, quick fuck with an obsession. You don’t know anything about ."
"I know you’re not drinking your tea."
Silence.
Then Serilla laughed.
"Fine." She stood, walked to the liquor cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of wine. "You want to do this? Let’s do this properly."
[YES! Wine ans progress!]
---
Two glasses later, the atmosphere had shifted considerably.
Serilla had loosened up. Shoes kicked off, shirt untucked, sprawled across her half of the couch with none of that earlier poise. Her cheeks were flushed, and she’d started gesturing with her wine glass when she talked.
"The thing about your sister," Serilla said, pointing at Sophie with her glass, "is that she’s infuriating."
"Mmhm."
"She does whatever she wants. Fucks whoever she wants. Doesn’t even have the decency to be bad at it." Serilla drained her glass and poured another. "Do you know what that’s like? eting soone who matches you perfectly, and then finding out she refuses to be yours?"
[Oh my god, she’s a ss. This is adorable.]
Sophie inched closer.
"Who says she has to be yours?"
"I do. I say." Serilla jabbed a finger at her own chest. "I’m Serilla fucking Frost. I don’t share. I don’t—" A hiccup. "I don’t do this. Whatever this is. Pining. Waiting. It’s beneath ."
"And yet here you are."
"Here I am." Serilla slumped back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "Waiting for her like so lovesick puppy. Pathetic."
"I don’t think it’s pathetic."
Serilla’s head rolled to look at her.
"No?"
"No." Sophie was close enough now to sll the wine on Serilla’s breath, see the slight glaze in her blue eyes. "I think it’s hot."
Serilla blinked.
"...What?"
"The pining. The frustration. The way you’re obviously thinking about her right now, even while you’re talking to ." Sophie reached out and traced a finger along Serilla’s jaw. "It’s really, really hot."
Serilla didn’t pull away.
[Co on. Co on co on co on—]
"You’re her sister," Serilla said. "This is weird."
"Probably."
"I should go."
"You could." Sophie’s finger trailed down Serilla’s neck. Along her collarbone. "Or you could stay. Take out so of that frustration." She leaned in, lips brushing Serilla’s ear. "I promise I won’t tell."
Serilla’s breathing hitched.
"You’re serious."
"Do I look like I’m joking?"
A long mont passed. Sophie could practically see the gears turning in Serilla’s head. The wine-fuzzy logic trying to find a reason to say no and coming up empty.
Then Serilla’s hand shot out, grabbed Sophie by the back of the neck, and pulled her into a kiss.
[YES!]
It was hungry. Desperate. All teeth and tongue and pent-up wanting. Sophie moaned into it, letting Serilla take control, letting herself be pushed back against the armrest.
"Fuck," Serilla breathed against her lips. "Fuck, you kiss just like her."
"I’ll take that as a complint."
"Shut up."
Serilla kissed her again, harder. Her hands were everywhere, tugging at Sophie’s blouse, sliding under her skirt, grabbing whatever she could reach. Sophie arched into it, making encouraging sounds, spreading her legs wider.
"You want this?" Serilla pulled back just enough to et her eyes. Her mask was gone now, replaced by a more raw, hungry look.
Sophie grinned.
"I want you to stop asking and start fucking."
That was apparently the right answer.
Serilla flipped her over with surprising strength, shoving her face-down over the arm of the couch. Sophie heard fabric rustling, felt her skirt being hiked up around her waist, felt Serilla’s cock pressing against her ass.
"Lube," Sophie managed. "Drawer. Side table."
A pause. Rummaging. Then slick fingers working her open, rough but not unwelco.
[Oh she’s eager. She’s SO eager. This is amazing.]
"Ready?"
"Been ready. Co on, I can take—AH!"
Serilla pushed inside in one long stroke, and Sophie’s brain short-circuited.
"F-fuck," she gasped, fingers clawing at the cushions. "You’re really—ah—not holding back!"
"You asked for it." Serilla’s grip tightened on her hips, pulling her back to et each thrust. "Don’t complain now."
Sophie wasn’t complaining. Far from it.
She let herself get lost in it—the stretch, the fullness, Serilla’s ragged breathing behind her. The sitting room filled with wet sounds and Sophie’s moans and the creak of expensive furniture being put to very improper use.
[Worth it. So worth it. Aegis is gonna—]
The front door opened.
Sophie’s head snapped up. Serilla’s rhythm faltered for just a mont before she kept going, almost defiantly.
Aegis stood in the doorway.
She looked stunning. Deep blue dress, silver embroidery, the whole elegant noblewoman package.
Her eyes swept over the scene. Sophie bent over, Serilla mid-thrust, both of them flushed and sweating. One eyebrow rose.
"Well," Aegis said. "I see you two got acquainted."
Sophie watched Serilla’s expression carefully. There it was. That flicker of sothing. The way her eyes darted to Aegis, gauging her reaction. Hoping for jealousy, maybe. So sign that this bothered her.
It didn’t.
Aegis just smiled, kicked off her shoes, and walked over.
"Don’t stop on my account."
She circled behind Serilla, fingers trailing along the other girl’s spine. Serilla shivered but didn’t slow down, still fucking Sophie with determined strokes.
"You ca here looking for ," Aegis murmured against Serilla’s ear. "Found my sister instead. And decided to pass the ti?"
"She was... persuasive."
"Yeah, she usually is."
Sophie felt Aegis’s hand brush against her ass, right where Serilla’s cock was sliding in and out. Then she heard Serilla gasp.
"What are you—"
"Shh." Aegis’s voice dropped lower. "Keep fucking her. I’ll take care of you."
The sound Serilla made when Aegis pushed inside her was everything Sophie had hoped for.
A choked moan, half surprise and half desperate need. Serilla’s hips stuttered, her cock twitching inside Sophie as Aegis bottod out behind her.
"Oh fuck," Serilla gasped. "Oh fuck, oh fuck—"
"Don’t cuss around my sister," Aegis said and Sophie could hear the smirk on her face. Then, Aegis pulled back slowly, then thrust forward. The motion pushed Serilla deeper into Sophie, who yelped at the sudden pressure. "Now.... Just follow my lead."
[Holy shit,] Sophie thought, face pressed into the cushions as she got railed by Serilla who was being railed by Aegis. [Holy shit, this is actually happening.]
Aegis started slow. Deliberate. Each thrust pushed Serilla forward, which pushed her cock deeper into Sophie, creating a chain reaction of pleasure that had all three of them gasping. Sophie could hear Serilla falling apart behind her with little moans and whines she probably didn’t even know she was making.
"That’s it," Aegis murmured. "You feel so tight when you’re desperate."
"I’m not—ah—I’m not desperate—"
"No?" Aegis snapped her hips harder. Serilla cried out, and Sophie felt the vibration of it through her entire body. "Could’ve fooled ."
The pace picked up. Sophie stopped trying to think and just held on, fingers clawing at the couch cushions as Serilla’s thrusts beca less controlled. Every ti Aegis slamd forward, it drove Serilla into Sophie like a battering ram.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK—" Sophie heard herself babbling. "Right there, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop—"
"Wasn’t planning on it." Aegis’s voice was steady, controlled, even as she fucked Serilla hard enough to make the couch creak. "Serilla. Touch her."
A hand snaked around Sophie’s hip, found her clit. Sophie’s vision went white.
"SHIT—"
"There we go." Aegis sounded amused. "Make her co. I want to feel you clench when she does."
Serilla’s fingers worked faster, rubbing tight circles while her cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside. Sophie was close, so close, teetering right on the edge—
"Co on, you two." Aegis said. "Cum for ."
Sophie shattered.
Her whole body seized up, clenching hard around Serilla’s cock as the orgasm ripped through her. She heard Serilla gasp, felt her rhythm falter, and then Serilla was coming too, flooding Sophie’s ass with hot spurts while Aegis kept fucking her through it.
"Good girls," Aegis purred. "Both of you. Now—"
She grabbed Serilla’s hips and started fucking her in earnest. No more teasing, no more control. Just raw, hard thrusts that had Serilla screaming into Sophie’s back, overstimulated and shaking.
"Aegis—Aegis, I can’t—it’s too much—"
"You can take it." Another brutal thrust. "You ca here for , didn’t you? So take it."
Serilla sobbed sothing incoherent. Sophie just lay there, blissed out and boneless, enjoying the show as her sister absolutely wrecked the girl who’d been so composed an hour ago.
It didn’t take long. A few more thrusts and Aegis buried herself deep, groaning low in her throat as she ca. Serilla shuddered through a second orgasm, weaker than the first but no less intense, her cock giving a few final twitches inside Sophie.
For a long mont, nobody moved.
Then Aegis pulled out slowly, and Serilla collapsed on top of Sophie like a puppet with cut strings.
"Holy shit," Serilla breathed.
"Mmhm." Sophie patted her head weakly. "Welco to the family."
Aegis laughed, warm and satisfied, and flopped down on the couch beside them.
[Totally worth it,] Sophie thought, drifting in a pleasant haze. [Totally, completely worth it.]
---
{Aegis}
In the morning, Aegis reviewed so notes over breakfast.
The salon had been productive. Two contracts secured, three rchant introductions promised. Lady Harrin’s monster problem would keep Scarlett and Kanna busy and paid. Lord Pimble’s connections would open doors for Rosalie’s potions.
But there was one more piece she needed to move in the near future.
[Torven Greymarch. In the ga, he’s got a quest that rewards the Runic Key, the one I need to unlock the ruins beneath the manor.]
She’d been putting this off, yeah. The quest involved bandits, which ant combat, which ant risk. But, the ruins were cursed, which ant respawning monsters Scarlett and Kanna could use for training, and there was probably so good equipnt lying around as well.
Four weeks. She couldn’t afford to wait.
Aegis finished her tea, grabbed her coat, and headed out.
Torven’s warehouse sat in the rchant Quarter’s industrial district, squeezed between a textile mill and a shipping company. Unremarkable from the outside, with just weathered bricks, small windows, and a single iron door, but Aegis knew better.
She pushed the door open without knocking. Inside was organized chaos. Crates stacked to the ceiling, labeled in codes she didn’t recognize. Tables covered in maps, sketches, fragnts of stone. A small office carved out in one corner, papers spilling from every surface.
Torven looked up from his desk. Shorter than expected, neatly trimd gray beard, sharp eyes that assessed her in a single glance.
Recognition flickered across his face.
"Can I help you, Lady Starcaller?"
[So he knows who I am. Good. Saves ti.]
"You can, actually." Aegis walked over, not waiting for an invitation. She dropped into the chair across from his desk like she owned the place. "I heard you’ve been having trouble with bandits in the Whispering Woods. Stolen artifacts?"
Torven went very still.
"How did you—"
"I have my sources."
His eyes narrowed. The rumor mill had clearly been working overti on her reputation, because he didn’t push further. Just studied her, trying to figure out her angle.
"Let’s say you’re right," he said carefully. "What business is it of yours?"
"What if I told you I could recover those artifacts for you?"
Silence.
Torven leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming on the desk.
"And in exchange?"
[There it is.]
"In exchange..." Aegis smiled. "Let’s say access to certain archaeological tools you might have lying around."
Another long pause. Then Torven sighed, and she knew she had him.
"The Archaeologist’s Runic Key. You know about it."
"I know it opens Pre-Unification ruins," Aegis confird. She kept her expression neutral, didn’t ntion that her manor was sitting on exactly such a ruin. "Seems like a fair trade. Your stolen goods for one little key."
Torven’s eyes lit up—greed and curiosity warring behind that rchant’s mask. He was probably wondering what ruin she’d found, where it was, whether he could cut himself in on whatever she discovered.
Let him wonder.
"Deal," he said finally. "But those bandits are dangerous. They’ve already killed two of my recovery teams. Professional rcenaries, not amateurs."
Aegis grinned.
"I have exceptional retainers."
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