Last night: A raid

Alana strode into the opulent penthouse suite, her platinum blonde hair cascading down her back in flowy waves. The soft click of her tigh-high boots with gleaming silver spurs echoed through the marble foyer as she confidently sauntered deeper into the residence of her sister, Vivian.

Vivian lounged on a plush velvet divan, sipping champagne and eyeing her guest with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. The demonic idols of the cult's most depraved deities leered down from the walls, their lecherous eyes seeming to follow the two women's every move.

"So, Little Sister," Vivian purred, her crimson lips curling into a devious smirk, "To what do I owe the...pleasure of your company tonight? And in such an outfit..."

Her gaze roamed hungrily over Alana's body, taking in her skimpy leather bolero and the strategically curved straps of the strap-on harness.

Alana met Vivian's appraising look with a brazen smile of her own.

"Let's be frank, Big Sister," she purred, sauntering closer. "We both know you've grown complacent in your position beneath the High Priestess. Sloppy. ****. And so very...replaceable."

Vivian tensed, but kept her voice even as she replied. "I fail to see how any of that concerns you, dear. I may not have your...malleable nature, but I have power and experience. Hardly qualities to be sneezed at."

"Has...I'd say you have a deluded view of yourself." Alana's smile turned razor sharp.

"The High Priestess has taken notice of me, Vivian. She believes I have...potential. Power. Ambition to escape the petty games and squabbles of her so-called 'elect.' The initiative to let me make you an example of..."

She lunged forward, capturing Vivian's chin in a tight grip and wrenching her mouth up to meet her own in a brutal kiss. Vivian grunted, more in surprise than pain as she felt the hard prod of Alana's strap-on grinding demandingly against her crotch. A rush of heat flooded her core and she clawed at Alana's shoulders, wanting to pull her closer even as a voice in the back of her mind screamed she should resist this shocking **** on her body and her power.

Alana's lips slanted over Vivian's in a filthy plundering of her mouth, all teeth and tongue. "Mmm, that's it, Big Sister," she growled against Vivian's lips. "Give me what I want and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you put that wicked tongue of yours to good use tonight before I send you to beg for scraps at the High Priestess's feet."

With that, Alana shoved Vivian back against the plush cushions and descended on her, kissing and groping and grinding, setting her body ablaze with dark, twisted lust. Their depraved joining had begun and would only end when Alana was satisfied she had crushed any and all threats to her rising star...

They´ve been competing all their lives as sister yet now after becoming both sisters at the depraved cult they finally found solace in ravaging each other...