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“This one suggests we halt here for the night,” Dar’sada’s familiar voice rumbled from just behind S’reath’s ear; far closer than the paladin of S’rendarr thought he had been.

That was no surprise, though. Compared to the burlier suthay-raht with his snow-white fur and black rosettes, his twin brother Dar’sada’s fur was like smoke and night, allowing him to easily blend into the darkness—save for his eyes the same pale blue color as Jone.

That, and the nightblade’s reliance on darkly dyed leather armor and cloaks didn’t hurt, whilst the far more overt and forthright paladin took up the vanguard with his lovingly polished armor.

“S’reath can walk for a few more hours. This one sees no good place to rest here, we should walk until the next village at least. Yes?” the more forthright cat replied with a subtle shudder at his brother’s closeness, twisting about to give the more nimble sibling a half-playful push.

But, of course, by the time his gauntlet had reached where the black twin had been, he was on the other side of the paladin... Looping one limb underneath the armored cat’s arm to pull the stronger feline into a hug—one that made S’reath’s cheeks and ears burn a vivid red to compliment his orange-amber eyes.

“Is that what this one really wants~?” his twin purred against his ear again. His whiskers tickled against the snow-suited cat’s cheek whilst the warmth of his breath inflamed the burning temperature of his cheeks like they were the bellows of the forge.

S’reath couldn’t help but stumble for a moment, freezing in place as he indulged in his brother’s closeness. S’reath had the advantage in raw strength, yes, but Dar’sada, for all his nimble and wily preferences, was quite the robust and athletic cat himself—strong enough to hold his meeker twin against him unless the warrior-cat put most of his strength behind it.

But... That was only the case when they were in peak condition... Right now, that was hardly the case for the white-furred feline.

Nor did he exactly want to push the other cat away right now... His nostrils reflexively flared at the first trace of the black twin’s scent; the faint sweat of a day’s journey laced with the spiced sweetness of moonsugar that always accompanied his brother ever since he returned from training by the Moon Priests.

Dar’sada always had a sweet tooth, even as a kitten, but his time amongst the clergy had made it much more prominent, especially since he left with many of their secrets for handling the crystallized moonlight.

Secrets that, for example, made his scent so much more pleasant to the warrior-cat in his current... condition... making the snowy feline’s lips part with a subtle pant.

“This one does not play fair, does he?” S’reath grunted, making a feeble attempt to free himself from the other’s grip that only resulted in the ‌nimbler sibling’s claws gingerly slipping beneath his armor to trace along his hip.

“S’reath wonders... How did you know?” the paladin cat relented with a bashful huff a second later to lean against his brother’s chest.

“Mmmm... This one knows many secrets of Ja-Kha’jay... Almost as much as he knows his own brother’s body~ All Dar’sada needed to do was watch the movement of the moons to know the time was right,” the darker furred feline purred, showing no shame in how close he pressed against the slightly larger cat.

S’reath clicked his tongue, not quite sure whether his brother was bluffing or not... It was hard to discern how much truthfulness that the clever cat laced in every boast he gave.

“This one’s own dear brother does not believe him, yes~? In your case it's simple. As a blessed of the Mother Cat, one must merely watch how her favorite star dances with Jone and Jade to discern—”

“Shush!” S’reath hissed to interrupt, resuming his squirms right there after...

Only to trip over his own boots and fall onto his pack with the awkward position, inadvertently tugging Dar’sada along with him...

His brother landed far more nimbly than he did, of course—not only was he not weighed down and wearied by the paladin’s heavier armor, but S’reath also carried more of their supplies to better allow the sneakier feline to hide if trouble appeared. The dark-furred feline loomed over the forthright cat, his pale blue eyes staring down with sole focus upon his twin brother’s face, whilst their entangled legs ensured one of Dar’sada’s most renowned assets pressed against the S’reath’s own much more conflicted ‘blessing’.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of, being loved by two Gods, dearest Brother... It is a blessing! Almost as much of a blessing as being loved by your shadow sibling~” the nightblade purred, his clawed hands wandering along the paladin’s broader body, coaxing S’reath’s traitorous arms to slip further along the path they fell upon, and thus leave the rest of his body more vulnerable to the handsy cat’s dextrous fingers playfully tugging at the straps to his armor.

“Dar’sada...” the snow-leopard-resembling cat whined with his ears pressed against his scalp.

“S’reath belongs to Dar’sada...” the dark-furred brother purred, leaning forward to press his lips against his own sibling’s maw, whilst his nimble hand seemed to move all by itself... Creeping beneath the other cat-man’s pants, before gingerly brushing his digit-tips against the burning, wet, sensitive slit lurking between the other feline’s thighs.

“He is the light to this one’s shadow, the face of the moon that this one always follows and dances with~” the romantic sibling’s swooning praise spilled freely from his lips after his warm maw separated, whilst the hand between the other’s thighs oh so skillfully teased the sensitive button crowning his sibling’s sex... Whilst his own twitched, a throbbing log straining against his leather breaches and radiating with warmth through the thin leather.

“A stranger’s eyes will inevitably find us if we stay here...” S’reath deflected, bashfully turning his gaze off to the side to try to marshal his turbulent emotions.

“It is a good thing that this one spotted a good nook to set up camp just ahead then, yes?” Dar’sada replied in turn, taking advantage of his sibling’s meek display to nestle his nose and whiskers beneath his chin and deliver a teasing nuzzle against his brother’s neck.

“This way, the patrons of the next town’s inn do not have to hear your mewing cries—”

S’reath’s leg finally found the strength to push the other cat off of him, whilst his gauntlet-clad hands came to clasp over his face with an embarrassed groan.

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Camp was a simple matter... A token effort that S’reath would have lectured Dar’sada on plenty, if it were not for the fact both cats had... different things on their minds.

Their dinner was quite the same... A simple porridge made from their preserved rations, with only a sprinkling of moonsugar for flavor.

Of course, the entire time S’reath cooked, and the entire time the twins ate, Dar’sada pressed in close. Much like the white-furred feline, the nightblade had taken off much of his equipment... But whilst the paladin maintained a tunic to try and conceal the obvious hint of fertility wafting from his body, the dark feline flaunted his body by stripping down to just his breaches... Allowing his sleek, yet powerful frame to grace S’reath’s every fleeting gaze, and ensure that spiced scent tormented the brother’s nostrils the entire time they ate.

“A lovely meal, as always...” Dar’sada purred, bringing an end to the period of quiet as they ate, communicating only with their fleeting glances and their body’s scent. “This one’s La’reath can perform wonders with even simple ingredients~”

“Dar’sada has ensured this one couldn’t be called ‘la’ or ‘ma’ for quite some time...” S’reath choked around the last bite of his own porridge, before grumbling underneath his breath. “It is only a matter of time before I get called ‘Dra’reath’ because of his brother and his hefty... moons...”

“Ka’reath then, yes~?” Dar’sada teased against another playful swat from the somewhat burlier sibling.

Yet, despite S’reath’s complaints, his tail still wagged, and his muscled body squirmed with pent-up expectation and desire. They had spent so long traveling as part of their adventures that they had not... ‘enjoyed’ each other’s company for weeks, no doubt one of the reasons his shameful heat was so bad.

But... while he was embarrassed to be ‘so blessed by the Mother Cat’ despite being a champion of the vigilant cat, he had to admit that it came with many blessings... Blessings like these moments with his beloved twin, blessings like the bundles of joy in the Baandari caravan they frequently returned too...

Soon to be joined by another, it seemed, as Dar’sada pulled two vials from his nearby satchel, holding them up to S’reath’s gaze with a charming smile.

“You are sure, yes...?” the paladin cat hissed sharply, whilst his long, fluffy tail flicked in brisque delight.

One of the many secrets his brother possessed when it came to moonsugar—keeping them even from S’reath despite him being the ostensible alchemist between the two—was these two... draughts. One was for himself, and would enhance his already prodigious libido and vigor, perfect for the union of their flesh that was to come.

For S’reath, however, Dar’sada would brew two blessings depending upon his interpretation of Jone and Jude. One would subdue the blessing of fertility he possessed since his birth, while the other... Well, the other would do the opposite, and its clear, translucent hue made it clear to tell it was the former.

“Oh yes~ The signs were quite clear this time,” the nightblade purred, wasting no time to bring the thick, syrupy concoction to his lips, and drown the entire vial in one smooth gulp.

S’reath hesitated a second longer, staring at the potion that his brother refused to call a potion, his tail madly swinging behind him as he considered his brother’s intentions...

Before, with a firm, supportive squeeze from the sneakier sibling’s hand upon his hip, the paladin drank his own brew with a more anxious haste than the other khajiit.

No sooner had the blessed concoction entered his stomach than the paladin felt the warmth of his heat swell to a sweltering, daze-inducing high. His lips parted with a needy huff, inadvertently drinking in the sweet scent of his sibling growing ever more appetizing by the second, whilst his orange-red eyes glazed ever so slightly with a listless, sugar-induced high.

A simple glance towards his twin brother saw the other khajiit in similar states... His pale eyes, far more direct than S’reath’s wandering gaze, were completely focused upon the sibling in his arm. There was an even more stark difference between the pair, of course. Whilst the space between S’reath’s thighs was growing warm and damp with the arousal simmering to a fever pitch behind his pants, Dar’sada’s was wrapped around a towering bulge, leaving only the peak of the bulge growing wet with sweet dribbled fecundity.

What came next was as familiar as it was adored. Their lips found one another through the sugar-daze, shortly thereafter followed by their claws upon each other’s bodies... Half-holding onto each other for support, half in blind desperation and desire for the other’s body.

Slowly, Dar’sada’s limbs pulled the divine warrior’s tunic from his chest, leaving them dressed only in their pants as they embraced each other once again. Their lips mirrored the dancing moons above with their embrace, whilst their hands wandered more freely.

Yet, fueled by passion as they were, each movement and each flick of their claws was not an act of impulse... It was a well-familiar, choreographed cadence, a particularly novel claw dance that Dar’sada had learned during his time with the priests, and thus had taught S’reath after making his escape to claim the paladin for himself.

Each ginger touch, each subtle tease of one another’s body to guide their passions, was supposedly a ritual prayer to honor the union of Ahnurr and Fadomai, as sensual as they were ritualistic. But, with each step of the ritualistic embrace they completed, their passions only burned deeper... fueled by each sultry touch, their purring rumbles growing deeper...

Until, at last, their hands slipped beneath their loose pants, and the brothers refamiliarized themselves with each other’s ‘blessings’...

Dar’sada, as bold as ever, swept his dextrous digits along his more muscled sibling’s tender lips, caressing along the pleasure button of his clitoris, before sinking between his wet, damp folds to part the sex he knew oh so well.

S’reath, meanwhile, goaded along with the gentle huffs and whimpers that came with his sibling’s black-furred fingers hooked within his cunt, pressed forward and awkwardly wrapped his strong hands around the broad tool keeping the other cat’s pants up all by itself... A thick, cumbersome spire, thick enough to fill most of his grip, and adorned by a pair of lovely, silky-black furred spheres.

While the paladin cat had truly been blessed with fertility, his twin had received more than enough virility for the pair of them. The thick slab of khajiit meat would sprawl along his abdomen when it was at full mast like it was now, adorned with dull-nubbed spines which enticed S’reath’s hand and palm as much as it did his weeping sex.

For a moment, the pair lingered like that, hands and fingers embracing that which the rest of them desired, whilst their lips and free hand embraced in mirrored reflections of each other’s passion... Until, at last, with a flick of their tails and hands, both of their pants fell aside in one motion, leaving the two khajiit in stark contrast to one another momentarily standing against one another... Dar’sada’s hefty spire sprung forth, throbbing just a few inches away from the fertility it sought to quench; his ample spheres jostling freely from its root, whilst his tapered tip glistened with tumbling fecundity in the two moon’s light.

S’reath knew the remaining steps for their ritualistic, passionate dance... Yet, like most nights when it came to this point in the embrace, he abandoned the formal, refined cadence, and opted to one that was far more his style... Slipping his lips away from Dar’sada’s own, and instead let them wander along his brother’s body with needy, reverent kisses—following along the lines of his muscular, teasingly smooching along the hidden nubs of his own nipples concealed beneath his pelt on his way towards the tool steadily being stroked by his hand.

“Hmph... S’reath’s passionate independence was why he was not taken to the temple alongside this one as kittens...” Dar’sada’s token complaint fell from his lips with the dance’s abandonment, but the throb of his sugar-enhanced lusts told the paladin how much he really appreciated it.

“It is also why Dar’sada loves his cherished light so much, no?” the burlier feline purred, his face nuzzling against the other’s groin now, leaving his chin to tickle against the root of his brother’s cock.

“Besides... The dance can wait until this one satisfies his own sugar tooth...” the paladin purred, settling onto his knees proper. His hand still rolled along the barbed tool, making his night-blending brother huff with every clench he gave to his barbs, ensuring the other khajiit’s cock remained at its zenith even if the spiced sugar boiling through his blood did not.

“Jone and Jade would even halt their dance through the night to allow such, yes? They would surely not continue their dance without their favorite khajiit’s accompaniment through the night... Thus, there is no problem with taking a break from the ritual~” he continued, his cheek brushing along his brother’s length. His tongue occasionally flicked forward, teasing the lip of the feline’s scrunched back sheath, whilst his free hand paid the two, heavy treasures of virility their own adoring rub.

“Certainly Dar’sada has plenty to spare for such too, yes~? His ‘Ka’reath’ knows this well~” the paladin didn’t wait for a verbal agreement from the huffing, passion enraptured nightblade to continue. His lips wandered along the broad, twitching spire, kissing along its side, teasing against the visible cum veign lining its underside...

Before, finally, his lips pursed against the tapered point. With well-practiced confidence, S’reath’s hand released the throbbing column, leaving its weight to be braced against the strong sibling’s maw, choosing to instead brace his body against his sibling’s hips like his crotch was the paladin’s personal altar of prayer...

His orange eyes, reflecting Jone’s reddish light, looked up to meet his brother’s Jone-blessed hues... His purr tickled along the start of his brother’s cock, whilst his tongue teasingly lapped forward; making the eager nightblade wait as he indulged the sugary-sweet taste of the incestuous fecundity.

With such a sugar-sweet diet, more than Dar’sada’s scent had been suffused by the blessed cane. Even his seed carried the moon’s blessing, sweeter than even the holy drought which had made his ovaries scream and his unattended lips drip; S’reath’s favorite taste in this world, and every bit as addictive as normal moonsugar.

“S’reath belongs to Dar’sadas, yes... And Dar’sada belongs to S’reath...” the white-furred cat spoke, his passions and love spilling forth freely and without restraint for once...

Right before his head pressed forward, wrapping his lips around the other khajiit’s cock proper, drawing the familiar, girthy tool into his warm, wet, and oh so enthusiastic mouth reverberating with passionate purrs~

“Twin moons have mercy...” Dar’sada gasped, bracing himself against the flap of their traveling tent as S’reath swallowed several inches of his cock in one fell sweep—putting particular attention upon his barbs again to ensure they brushed over his brother’s lips, right before the cat’s grooved tongue lapped and rubbed along their sensitive nubs!

“This one is quite pent up, yes...” the khajiit continued, grunting as his clawed fingers braced against the back of his sibling’s head...

Right as S’reath rolled his lips back up, bringing himself just shy of the tapered point... Before answering his brother’s question by slamming his head forward, swallowing the broad cock until its barbed head dug past the familiar start of his gullet—those nubs raking along the sensitive, smooth walls as its sheer girth bulged his throat with his brother’s masculinity!

With an enthusiastic gasp, Dar’sada’s hips rolled forward, helping his considerable inches to disappear past his sibling’s needy, greedy lips at a faster pace! Much to S’reath’s delight, as his claws raked along the nightblade’s athletic rear, holding him fast as his head desperately, hungrily, bobbed up and down along the familiar, but no less taxing, shaft.

All the while, his sugar-glazed eyes looked upwards with fawning, captivated love for the sibling whose cock he swallowed. Not once did his moon-reflecting gaze shy away, keeping Dar’sada’s Jade-mirroring eyes unflinchingly focused upon the khajiit swallowing his shaft with wet, noisy, gag-accompanied gulps! With every thrust forward and greedy swallow, the black kahjiit’s barbs scratched along the other feline’s soft inner walls, before soothing the irritated flesh with copious dollops of moonsugar-infused pre, liberally drooling forth from the heavy, jostling spheres swaying closer and closer towards S’reath’s chin with every bouncing sway of their bodies.

Until, with a euphoric moan of triumph which rippled along the length of his sibling’s cock, S’reath’s lips wrapped around the length’s base, pressing them against the fuzzy pouch of the khajiit’s retracted sheath.

He had spent so many years just struggling, and learning, to swallow that magnificent spire to the base that he still felt a surge of pride and accomplishment from swallowing the final inch, his tail swishing behind his back like an exuberant kitten, whilst his own desperate lips clamped between his thighs without even his own fingers being spared to their need.

No, his hands remained right where they were, holding onto his brother tightly for support, his lustful frenzy completely obsessed with his brother’s pleasure even as his own loins begged—anything for the sweet sugar he so longed for that only those silky black spheres could satisfy.

“Y-you’ve gotten much better at this...” Dar’sada huffed, the praise encouraging the burlier warrior cat further, as with another whimpered, cock-rumbling moan, the paladin began to swallow the broad, throbbing cock again, and again... Paying particular attention to clench his throat with each plunge to put as much friction as he could upon his brother’s barbs.

After all, for as much as his sibling knew his body, knew what buttons within his lips to play as if it was an instrument and he, a maestro, S’reath knew the black cat’s body just as well... He knew exactly what he needed to do to make those balls boil over, a fact he exploited greatly as his orange eyes fluttered, and his throat whimpered openly with need against the cock he so luridly nursed from.

Until, after but a few minutes of their lurid, gulping, incestuous embrace ringing through the little nook of the forest with one wet, sultry schlurp after another—leaving long rivulets of churned precum and saliva spilling forth from the khajiit champion’s lips to wash down over the very nuts he so adored—Dar’sada’s loins finally hit their limit.

With a huffing, possessive grunt, the nightblade wrapped both of his bare hands against the back of his brother’s head, claws raking against the cat’s scalp whilst the white furred feline’s dug into his backside. His hips flexed, pressing his crotch flush against the other man’s face, burying his cock as deep into his beloved twin’s gullet as he could...

Right as his heavy black-furred balls began to visibly flex against the paladin’s chin, and his cock-stuffed gullet twitch around each moonsugar-enriched rope of seed force fed down the eager, hungry cat’s throat!

Each tumbling brook of sweet nectar arrived with a moan of joy from the fertile cat stud’s maw, lancing in warm, heavy waves within his stomach almost immediately after the rushing tide surged free from the flexing tip—raking those barbs along the throatslop lacquered walls with every throbbing pulse.

Each drop S’reath drank deepened his lustful sugar fever further; all but obscuring his eyes beneath a glazed veneer of lust, whilst his once so excited tail bouncing behind him like a metronome gained a drunken, sluggish swagger.

But, not every drop of sweet cream was fed to his dear brother’s gluttonous hunger... At least not so directly. As the familiar tempo of his release began to falter, Dar’sada pulled back, much to S’reath’s protesting whimpers. Until, as almost the entire, gullet-plunging girth was pried free from those messy lips with many a tumbling spurt of overflowing fecundity escaping along with it, the black khajiit’s head escaped his brother’s gullet... Just in time to ensure a heady deluge of cream washed over the feline’s tongue to ingrain its sweet, virile flavor upon those tastebuds once more; and all but ensure the paladin cat fully succumbed to his delirious, fertile haze.

“Ah... Look at you... Like a kitten high on his first taste of moonsugar...” Dar’sada purred, huffing with a loving, passionate tease. He kept one hand upon the seed drunk champion of S’rendarr’s scalp to help him stay aloft, whilst the other wrapped around the base of his heavy, cumbersome cock—holding it aloft as the tower pried free... and ensured the last few drops of sweet smelling ambrosia painted across his sibling’s white-and-black-spotted face, ensuring the aroma would linger upon the paladin well after they got to town tomorrow morning.

No sooner had he done so, however, than the lust drunk paladin fell onto his back once more. Except, this time, rather than having his weighty pack upon his back and his body protected by clothing and armor, the khajiit was completely exposed... helpless.

S’reath’s eyes lazily searched upwards, looking for those pale blue beacons that were their only goal. His hoarse, whimpered whines and mews of desire wordlessly begging for his sibling to douse the burning need wafting from between his legs—those succulent, wet folds dripping with arousal and wafting their fertility to his brother-mate’s nose.

“Khajiit could never resist his dear brother, even without his begs...” Dar’sada purred in answer, licking his lips as he once more resumed a position above his twin brother. After all, his shaft, despite its recent release, still throbbed at full mast, twitching, pulsing as if it had not just spilled its seed, despite aftercum still seeping from the tapered pink point.

But nightblade couldn’t resist tormenting his upright brother just a little bit longer... teasing them both as his fat slab for cat cock draped against the other cat’s white-furred belly, letting them both see just how deep the hefty spire would plunge in its quest for the paladin’s fertility. His knees hiked back, grinding, rolling the throat-slop lathered dick across the warrior’s soft fur, sawing the meaty underside of his dick along the other’s lips and his barbs tickled against his clitoris.

“M-mew...?” the lust-addled S’reath whined, weakly wrapping his arms around his brother’s back in his delirious daze.

“Mmm... Not quite yet, dearest brother... This one really enjoyed what you said before... You should say it again, yes~?” the studly, rogue rumbled while keeping the advancement of his dripping point hostage.

“Ah...?” the needy feline huffed, desperately putting the only two neurons still working together while the rest of his brain chased what it wanted with an upward rolling grind of his hips. “S-S’reath belongs to Dar’sada...”

“For how long~?” Dar’sada purred, rewarding his brother’s sultry admission with a backwards swivel from his hips, bringing his drooling cock tip to line itself up with his sibling’s familiar, needy cunt.

“Nnff~” S’reath hissed, wrapping his legs around his brother’s back in a desperate attempt to force that lancing heat into his depths as he thought of another answer.

“As... As long as Jone and Jade dance in the skies, this one will always be yours.”

No sooner had the sugar-high khajiit finished his sentence than his dark twin’s muscular frame flexed, driving every ounce of his considerable strength behind his hips to sink the throbbing paragon of khajiit masculinity deep into his twin’s depths!

A long, desperate mrowl fell from S’reath’s lips as soon as he felt the oh so familiar shaft nearly hilt itself within his sex, stretching his tender folds around the incestuous shaft’s considerable girth and raking his inner walls beyond with those barbs. The paladin’s strength finally returned as his limbs clamped tightly to his dark-furred twin, white-limbs wrapped around his sleek fur that naturally blended into the shadows cast by the campfire, trapping Dar’sada so that his hips couldn’t pull away.

Not that the nightblade had any plans to do so; his purrs rolling loudly from his throat to join his sibling’s ecstatic moans of delight, paired with his lasvicious huffs as his well-trained hips settled into a familiar, possessive rut. His hips rolled, smacking against his brother’s unrelenting calves at the height of their backswing, before slamming forward again, and again, each time stretching the familiar entrance around his shaft until the faintest of bulges stretched beneath the snow-white khajiit’s abdominal fur.

“Mmm... Khajiit will always belong to this one... His blessed womb, a gift from the Mother Cat herself, was always meant for Dar’sada’s seed...” the shadowy rogue hissed, sharp claws digging into soil of their campsite as he loomed over the paladin’s body—a veil of shadowy fur draped over his brilliant white, like a shadow spreading across the bright moon.

“S’reath will birth an entire pride for this one~” the sultry nightblade lost himself in his own hedonistic high, surrendering to the aphrodisia he had imbibed at the start of the tryst, joining his sibling in single-minded desire as his lips reached down to join the stockier khajiit’s maw once more...

Right as his hips slammed home, and barged his tapered point past the pliant, sugar-loosened gate to the champion of the merciful cat’s womb! His heavy balls smacked against S’reath’s taint, draping against his soft, bright fur whilst the warrior’s leg-grip tightened, keeping Dar’sada from pulling back to continue their rut—refusing to budge until his twin delivered the relief only his balls could provide.

Their purrs, whimpers, and huffing moans danced between their maws alongside their tongues, both brothers hovering on the edge of their release. But only for a moment, as S’reath’s strength extended to his core muscles as well, clamping tightly around the trapped shaft to make up for the cunning sibling’s rolling hips...

Until, at last, a pair of muffled moans were offered to the night sky above—one huffing and satisfied, the other whimpering in euphoria and pride, as white hot lances of sweet, virile kitty seed splattered against the fertile warrior’s deepest chambers. One long string after another surged forth, smacking with a palpable slap against the back end of his womb, before the virile essence pooled within the chamber, allowing its energetic contents to spread further.

Dar’sada and S’reath lingered there for a moment, their eyes sharpening against the fog of lusts ever so slightly, their lips and tongue entwined for another minute... Until at last the brother whose glossy fur blanketed the other like the night pulled his lips back and licked away the strings of spit left in his wake.

“It has taken, yes?” Dar’sada purred, nuzzling against the nape of his twin’s neck.

“Give it more time, but it will...” S’reath sighed with satisfaction, slipping a hand down to rub along his core, and the tangible warmth of seed trapped within. As a divine spellcaster, he could feel whenever their children’s souls took root within him... And his brother always delighted in knowing as soon as their latest offspring sprung into being.

“In the meantime...” the paladin cat purred back, squeezing his brother’s backside once more to coerce his hips to grind in. “We are both in the moon sugar’s thrall... Nothing that going... Oh... three or four more times wouldn’t fix~?

“Hah~!” Dar’sada mused, grinning brightly whilst his pale blue eyes glittered with lurid delight. “This one’s brother plans to keep us going until Jone and Jode depart to make way for the day, yes? Khajiit agrees... The twin moons will have a wonderful show to take with them!”