Twins

You open your eyes. Blinking the sleep away, you look around the room, but all you see is shadow, the complete blackness of the unlit underground. Except there is something there, you hear its soft breathing and you feel a weight at the end of the bed. And now you see something, four pinpricks of red light, two pairs of animal eyes, watching you from the blackness.

You pull the covers around you, painfully aware of your nakedness. Suddenly, a light flares up and a candle is lit. Now you can make out the figure, or rather figures, sitting on the end of your bed.

They are two girls, both identical in every way. They seem older than Ishari, but still quite young. Their tits are medium-sized and perky, tipped with pale pink nipples against the almost ghostlike pallor of their smooth skin. Their hair is straight and comparatively short, reaching down to their slender shoulders in jet-black spikes. The black of their hair and milky whiteness of their complexions comes as something of a shock after the dark skin and light hair of Ishari and Ashnan. Crimson eyes with long dark lashes and the same inhuman pupils as their sisters peek at you lazily from behind their ebony fringes, as their barbed tails flick the air before curling around oneanother in a loose double-helix. Their horns curve upward from their foreheads. Their bodies are slim and athletic, boyish even, smooth and taut like bowstrings. The one exception are their lips. They are full and luxurious, glistening in the candlelight. They remind you of ripe cherries, showroom-new sportscars, fresh blood on the first snow of the year... A soft, plush crimson, tantalisingly feminine.

They´re half-sitting, half-sprawled on the bed, one on each side, eying you with a mixture of curiosity and hunger, with just a hint of contempt.

"Look sis, it´s awake!" purrs the one on the left. "It cowers." giggles the one on the right. "Do you think it´s afraid of us?". "Surely not if it´s true what they say he did to Ashnan! ...Though he does seem rather small and scrawny...", "...skinny of arm...", "...hunched of frame...", "...and his face... I expected someone much more imposing..."

As they continue whispering amongst themselves, the two begin to crawl catlike towards you on either side of your body. Your cock begins to stir as they press against you. Leaning in, they whisper in your ears: "Is it true you can feed us?", "Is it true you can fill us?". Their hands creep across your body, teasing your adam´s apple and nipples before moving beneath the sheets. There´s a sharp intake of breath as they reach your raging morning wood. "Look at this sister!", "This must be it sister!", "The thing Ishari told us about!", "The thing that can give us our food..."

Impatiently, the two little demons pull down the covers, gasping once more as your cock sproings into view. With expressions of genuine fascination, they lean in to gaze at it from every angle, wrinkling their noses slightly at the squid-like smell of your unwashed balls. You can feel their warm breath caress the tip. Mesmerized, they stroke the shaft and sack with their fingertips, tracing the veins along its length. In unison, they turn to face you, eyes shining with barely-restrained hunger, deep red tongues licking their lips instinctively.

"I am Ninat." says one. "And I am Ninlil" the other. Leaning in, they whisper in unison "Please...Feed us..."

It doesn´t seem like this is up for debate.