Tera calmly stepped forward, producing a soft petal-cloth from a hidden fold in her skirt and gently wiping the first tear from Titania’s cheek, before moving back.
"GASP! Guys... Do you think... Benjamin doesn’t like ?" Titania’s voice wobbled. "Maybe he thinks I’m b-b-bad for snatching him away suddenly?!"
This ti around, Tera and Tesa finally broke their emotionless fronts a little; they made slightly worried expressions.
Then they moved closer, slowly and with careful steps, until they flanked her on the bed.
Tesa reached out and rubbed the top of Titania’s head gently, as her fingers slide through the silver hair of the queen.
"Calm yourself. We do not know that yet, Titania," Tesa said softly, using her na instead of the title. "Even though he seems suspicious to , I don’t think the god-touched is so cruel."
"Well... she DID kidnap hi—" Tera began, but caught Tesa’s emotionless silver gaze and imdiately corrected herself. "Believe in him, Titania. He will certainly show up any minute."
"Really?" Titania sniffed, while looking between them with watery eyes. "You’re not just saying stuff to make feel better?"
The twins looked at each other for a long mont, then back to her.
"Of course not," Tesa assured her softly. "We would never."
Titania still seed nervous, playing with her fingernails, as the tiny tips scraped softly against each other and her wings quivered behind her.
Tera glanced at Tesa again, in a wordless dialogue; then they both nodded soon after, and a silent agreent was passed between them.
"Well, Titania," Tera murmured, climbing onto the bed with a slow and deliberate polish. The mattress of cloud-cotton and petal-stuffed cushions dipped under her weight.
She slid behind the slightly-smaller-than-her queen, with her knees bracketing Titania’s hips, and then gently placed her hands on Titania’s narrow waist.
Her fingers spread across the thin silver threads of the lingerie, feeling the rapid flutter of Titania’s breathing beneath them. "Before Benjamin Mark arrives here... allow us to warm his al for him... Can we?"
Titania imdiately blushed violently, her cheeks flaming rose-red, as she understood what Tera ant.
"Wh-what? This again?" she nagged, with a high and shaky voice, but she did not pull away. Her hands clutched the hem of her transparent top tighter, until her knuckles bleached.
"It’s not like we enjoy this so much," Tesa added, stepping closer until her knees brushed the edge of the bed.
She reached out and cupped Titania’s burning face with both hands, her thumbs stroking the soft skin just beneath her cheekbones.
Though, her silver eyes remained calm, and almost detached, yet the faintest tremor in her fingers betrayed sothing tender. "But when we see you downcast, we cannot help but intervene."
Then, slowly, she leaned in and kissed Titania.
Their lips t softly at the outset; warm and faltering, the barest press yet. Titania made a tiny, startled sound against Tesa’s mouth.
Then Tesa tilted her head, deepening the kiss with noiseless insistence. Her tongue slipped past Titania’s parted lips, seeking and finding hers.
And Titania’s tongue t it shyly, then eagerly; the two slick muscles tangled up, sliding against each other in sluggish, sopping circles.
Saliva gathered at the corners of their mouths, the glistening threads stretching and snapping off as they pulled back for half a breath only to crash their lips together again.
The kiss grew hungrier by the second; their tongues slurping and touching at the roofs of their mouths, tracing the edges of their teeth, and curling and stroking each other until dribble dripped in thin bleached strands down Titania’s chin.
Titania soon gave up, and gave in completely. Her small and trembling hands rose and cradled Tesa’s jaw, pulling her closer. She leaned into the kiss with an indulgent and needy whimper, her body arching forward as though she could fuse herself to the slightly taller fairy.
Behind her, Tera’s delicate fingers traced round movents over Titania’s thighs. She widened them slowly; gently prying the queen’s knees apart until they fell open, exposing the deep green panties that clung to her vagina.
The fabric was already a little moist at the middle, with a dull revealing stain spreading as Titania’s arousal grew.
Tera’s tongue found the sensitive skin of Titania’s neck; with asured, wet licks that started at the base and dragged upward, tasting the saline and sweetness of Titania.
She moved to the nape, then to the delicate shell of one of her ears, sucking lightly on the lobe until Titania shivered fiercely.
Soft moans spilled from Titania’s throat—
"Hnnhg... mmh... Wai—!"
—High and breathy, muffled against Tesa’s relentless mouth.
Tesa, who by the way had claid she did not enjoy this so much, now kissed with raw hunger; with her tongue plunging deeper, and her lips sucking Titania’s lower one between her teeth, releasing it with a wet smack before diving back in.
Their small breasts brushed each other beneath the thin fabrics—Titania’s bare nipples dragging across the slick pale top Tesa wore, with the friction sending jolts through both of them.
Titania trembled, as her hips twitched forward instinctively, seeking further pressure.
Behind Titania, Tera’s hands slid upward. And with careful, reverent movents she peeled the transparent lingerie away from Titania’s torso.
The silver threads slipped off her shoulders like falling water, baring her small, perfect breasts to the warm pink light.
The pale pink nipples stood erect, flushed darker from stimulation, as if begging for touch.
Tera’s kisses began to move downward; with warm open-mouthed presses along Titania’s ribs, her tongue dipping into the shallow dip beneath each one, and savoring skin that tasted faintly of honeysuckle and fairy dust.
As Tera shifted to reach lower, her short green skirt ruffled upward, with the fabric catching on her thighs and riding high.
The movent revealed her own green panties; with the material identical to Titania’s except for the pattern of tiny, adorable darker green dots scattered across the front and back.
The material hugged her pert ass and the gentle swell of her vagina mound, with a weak damp spot already forming at the midpoint where her own pleasure had begun to seep through.
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