++ Her eyes have been swallowed whole by the pupils. “That’s fine” she murmurs, licking her dry lips. “I can find someone who doesn’t mind that and can handle properly fucking me.” She smirks and pushes the leviathan away by the stomach.
Lilith giggles again, staring up at the leviathan. “Oh I know exactly what is good for me” the nephilim answers. Her little body trembles, she gasps and grunts a soft ‘fuck’ as fingers impale her and lift her with each slam up. Olympia speaks of lack of tightness which ++
Lilith isn’t the first Nephilim that she has met. Olympia is older than the angels themselves, God’s little experiment that was the first of the first. These odd little creations are intriguing, an interesting complexity of continuous energy. “You Nephilims.” Her grin is +
++ Lilith knows is a means to degrade rather than it being factual and it makes walls clamp down viciously. Fingers soon disappear and the nephilim bites back a disappointed mewl. Her face is grabbed and she can smell her essence and feel it smearing upon her cheek. ++
She didn’t meant to offend but that was the thing, was it not? That she never means to, yet majority of the time does. It was as if she couldn’t quite grasp human interactions. Outside of sexual ones that was. “Hm” the twin replies to her sister as she speaks of what had ++
Most could and would find offence to such words, but Delilah knows that is simply the way that Lilith is wired. She has less tact than any individual organ in her body. “It was a gnarly shift.” Delilah merely says. “There was +
++ twisting in mischief. “Well I mean you do know when I’m cuming.” It certainly wouldn’t have been interesting had Delilah come home with company. It would’ve been a party. Personal space was not needed between twins, was it? Lilith shrugs a little and undresses as a an ++
++ Delicate hands grip at strong shoulders as a hand slips under her thong, three thick fingers teasing her entrance before sinking in. “Yes” she hissed, nails digging into flesh.
Danger is fun as it is fire. You can always find Lilith at the scene of either of those crimes. Head tilted back, chin gripped, the nephilim only gazes back at the leviathan. Lips slightly parted, quirked just at the corner in what can be taken as ++
Olympia is destructive by nature. Pairing her with someone that calls to a Leviathan’s beastly instincts is, well, dangerous. Only a second passed before her hand reaches out faster than either anticipated, gripping a supple jawline dangerously tight and forcing a +
++ delight. And then she’s being slapped, head turning and luscious hair acting as a brief corner. Lilith giggles, biting on her lip and flipping her hair while turning her head back forwards. Cheek stings just so, grows hot but she’s smiling. ++
++ Only when her sister calls for her does she look towards the door and smiles. “Hey” she takes Delilah’s state. “Hm it’s a good thing I prepared you a bath.”
Lilith always does that, doesn’t she? Randomly appear in Delilah’s life, no warning, no heads up. Always letting herself in. That natural bond tells the nephilim that her sister was near, was making her way to her. She continues about, filling the tub with bath oils. ++
Delilah has little else to do other than work, especially after a certain someone decided to go travelling the Earth's array of surfaces. There is no prior knowledge that her sister has returned, not until she steps inside her modest apartment and feels a familiar heartbeat, +
Curls are encased in a hairband, sitting atop her head in a hazardous, messy bun that somehow manages to look beautiful. Delilah’ features are clear of make-up, her scrubs wrinkled after a double shift at the hospital. Her car is being locked, a bag pulled over her shoulder.
“Do you want me to open you up?” It’s a tease; dripping like sugar. Olympia hums low, applying just that bit more pressure until the beginning of dusky nipples are shown.
single finger presses upon the middle of her dress’ neckline, pressing down and seeing the tops of breasts begin to bulge. “I’ll open anything you want. . .”