Author's note: This short fanfiction is M rated for a reason. Not only is an erotic scene due, but it also contains incest. It is not there for a fetish, it is there to make things grim, however no matter what purpose it serves, incest is incest, so if that is not something you are comfortable with reading, please do not read the following text. If you do proceed, feel free to voice your criticism in ''the comments bellow''. I do not own the Winx Club series, and seeing its fall from grace in the seasons after the third one, I am glad I do not.
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The sky was as dark and blue as ink. The infinite sea of untouchable was as clear as a tear, and the small number of stars was glimmering softly, much like the beads tucked into the velvet cushion. The ivory moonlight was calm and discrete, casting its gentle rays upon the expensive glass of a masterly crafted windows, but it did not make it into the royal bed chambers of Prince Sky of Eraklion, for in its path were thick, crimson curtains, that have served their purpose well, sinking the entire room in liquid darkness that clung to the young, tangled bare bodies like water as they wrestled on the comfortable mattress, the silk sheets messy underneath them and slightly damp with sweat, the blankets having fallen onto the floor, forgotten before they even touched it properly. Even though the evening was silent and lazy, the atmosphere for the newly wed couple was loud and steamy.
Chapped lips were tracing the line of a feminine neck down to the perfectly sculptured collarbone, calloused palms running over the smooth skin of the future Queen, the hands and the thighs being of perfectly matched skin tone of pale aristocracy. The gasped whimpers, grunts and moans were loud and hot as the cousins breathed all over each other, making their skin moist at places as they would nibble and lick on the oh so familiar flesh. They both aimed for each others necks and searched for that special spot behind the ear, for they knew each other well. They have never laid together before, no, but they have known their bodies, and they knew what pleasured them would pleasure the partner as well. The rhythmical thrusts, legs spread and wrists pinned, the spine arched in an orgasm as the impregnation took place, and the picture in the near by mirror was something wicked and grotesque as two figures of same hair, skin, and blood mated, lost in the sin and pleasure and duty, the recoil buried deep inside. Lowering on his knees to use his tongue for the most improper act that would have stained his cheek in shame hadn't everything turned vanilla after incest, the prince brought down the pleasure on the woman that shall bear his child in mere nine months. As her cry of bliss filled the room, the duo rested against the wrinkled sheets, breathing heavily in the after math, their skin stained in face and other bodily fluids. With a shaking hand, Diaspro wiped the bitter juice of Sky's lips as they looked each other in the eyes. It was not a gaze of love, but it was reassuring none the less. Because their eyes, one pair blue, the other apricot, were the reminder that they... were not... twins.
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I do believe that canon was not picturing them as any sort of blood relatives, but I have decided to go with it. Blame Tears-In-Rain.