The Twins – Fierce and Quiet 3

The twins sit in that bathtub, eyes closed and simply relax as the water runs over their bodies. “I actually wanted to bath too.” They hear a female voice. “Catherine.” Aelana says without opening her eyes. “What is stopping you?” The noise of air being violently pushed from her noise. “You are. What did you do to get that much semen on you?”

Analea chuckles. “Come now, like you didn’t get semen all over you before.” They can see Catherine’s face even without looking. Upset, raised eyebrow, unbelieving look, slightly agape mouth that is about to take a small breath. There it is, a small inhale and here comes the response. “As a matter of fact I didn’t, the only man I sleep with is Uklag.” The twins open their eyes in shock. “Catherine, dear!” Analea says and hugs her. “Are you okay, do you want to talk about it?”

Against some struggle she pulls Catherine into the water. “Is he forcing you? That vile motherfucker I know it.” Aelana curses and protectively puts her arm around her. “You two are acting weird.” “How could we not? You are surrounded by willing men and decide to limit yourself to one?” Aelana scolds her. “What are you doing all day, drown in pussy?” “You know it sounds like you have the same hatred for lesbianism that Uklag has for being surrounded by dick.” “I have to agree with my sister here, dear.” Analea chimes in, “This is unacceptable, spending your whole day with women.”

Catherine shakes her head. “I spend most of my time in the library.” “EROTIC NOVELS?!” Aelana acts like she is about to pass out, “Sister, our daughter is reading about dick instead of getting it.” “No, you whore-heads I am learning.” “Anatomy? You should move to practical observation.” “About magic.” “Dear, Master Uklag has more than enough toys already; you don’t need to create more.”

Catherine is about to say something else before she closes her mouth and sighs. “You are only doing this to annoy me are you?” She asks and gains two apologetic grins in return. “Well at least the water is clean by now.” Catherine says and rubs herself down with a wet towel.

“Seriously though.” Aelana says, “Why only sleep with Uklag?” Catherine sighs and puts the towel down. “Because I am still Estaran. I am not very used to sex with men and frankly, to me it is not that appealing. I tried it with another one of the new recruits and he was rather….lacking.” The twins hum in understanding and drop the topic.

“How are your studies going then, Catherine?” Analea asks, grabbing a comb and using it on her sisters hair. “Pretty good. Evocation I am quickly gaining in, more than I had expected, Transmutation, Alteration and Summoning are also coming along but I don’t seem to have a talent for Enchantment.” She makes a frustrated grimace. “I can’t wrap my head around the concept of magical matrixes. I mean I understand them but I can’t see through them the way Uklag does.”

“The Master is rather gifted.” Analea agrees, “We met maybe one who had his talent.” Aelana adds. Catherine listens up. “Oh, who?” “A warlock that used to live far far southwest of here. I wouldn’t be surprised if Uklag was a descended of him, they kind of look alike. They also have the same stupid ideas.” Aelana says. “Did he want to become one with a Demonlord as well?” Catherine asks with great interest, “What was his name?”

Analea thinks about it for a moment. “I believe his name was Irhef or something like that. It was a really long time ago. Also no, he was even greedier, he went for an Arch Demon, the silly fool.” The dots in Catherine’s mind connect quickly. “You don’t mean…he was the one that summoned the Arch Imp into this world?”

“You know of that?” Aelana grins, “Wow, must have really did a number on this world.” “He created a giant desert.” The redhead laugh excessively. “Great, mission accomplished I would say.” “What do you mean by that?” Catherine looks confused as she asks, “Oh, just tha-“ ‘SISTER!’ Analea screams through their mental connection loud enough to make Aelana jump. Aelana’s skin turns a few shades lighter as she realizes what she almost said, “Sorry, demon secrets, dear.” Analea says with an innocent smile. Catherine’s eyes narrow, “If you say so.” She mumbles, “Well, I have soaked long enough.” With that the young witch stands up and leaves the bath.

“You and your big mouth.” Analea scolds her sister, “You know what he-who-burns-eternally will do to us if we open up? Do you know what happens if Catherine realizes what we have done?” she hisses at the redhead, who is visibly shaking, “I do, I do.” She says and pushes back strands of hair. “I will be on my guard, I know I talk too much sometimes.” Analea sighs and hugs her sister, who returns the embrace. “It is fine, we are one after all.” “And always will be.”