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Refuge wasn’t difficult to find with family.
It had been years since Cynikka and Flux had been in each other’s company. The grave circumstances of each island put a burden on each of them, especially as such high-ranking figures. Queen Cynikka was busying herself with a large group of subjects, now taking refuge in her castle and gearing up for war.
The bags of her eyes were darkened, her hair was frazzled from sleepless nights. The golden circlet of her crown was a boulder on her head, making her strain from holding her head high.
What are the odds her brother decided to reach out to her now? Rather than come to her beforehand, amidst all the chaos. He would have thrived in the chaos, probably.
Cynikka's jaw clenched, but her heart ached at the inevitable return of her younger brother. It had been so long since she held Flux close and tight. She yearned for the feel of his warm, soft skin like it was moments ago. Cynikka’s body was tense with stress, and a lack of sleep.
She lied to herself, said that she was so frazzled from the politics of it all. Tricolour and Westhelm almost at her doorstep, all her subject’s lives at risk in battle. She didn’t care how strong they were. They’d still die in the process.
Cynikka could use the help of Flux and his small faction. For traps. And traps only.
And maybe to fill some kind of hole in her heart. And between their legs.
Skin slid against skin as Flux’s hands travelled down her body, gentle against her. A hand in her waistband, that she almost wanted to slap off. Cynikka didn’t.
Pretty, purple eyes looking up at her. Flux looked his best on his knees - rather than looking down his nose at those who disagreed with him. Cynikka was his sister before she was his queen, yet still held a kind of authority over him. Careful, pale fingers hooking beneath her creamy white pants, dropping them to the floor.
Her underwear came shortly after.
“Rather I get on with it?” Flux cocked his head, dipping a finger into her cunt. He slid the digit between her folds skillfully, gliding in the wetness.
She raised an eyebrow, hand tangled in his dark hair as Flux buried himself between his sisters legs. He huffed at the feeling of her harsh grip, tugging him closer. Flux buried himself between her legs, fingernails digging into her thighs. His nose knocked against her clit, making Cynikka gasp.
Flux only hummed in response, the vibrations sending Cynikka bucking her hips. Licking at her cunt like a man starved, Flux circled her hole with his tongue, before teasing her entrance with it.
Cynikka bit her lip harshly as she almost whined at the prospect of something inside of her. “So good for me, Flux.”
His cock twitched in his pants at the praise. Flux was more feverish with how he worked between her legs, growing sloppier.
His sister’s essence wasn’t sweet, but it held fond, filthy memories of their youth. Ones each of them almost missed. Cynikka had missed her brother’s tear-stained face, his brows knitted together as their bodies mingled with each other. Flux missed the familiarity of Cynikka, having family by his side. Having a purpose. Maybe a little stress relief.
Each of them were hardened from conflict, after all. Didn’t they deserve to indulge before a war knocked them off their feet?