The Angel basked in the wet heat of the sauna, her body glistening, beads of water dripping down her body finding way to the spot Morgana had ached for. She couldn't keep her eyes off her, perhaps the sisterly connection had transcended to a hideous lust, a craving for her enemy's lips, a desire which kept Morgana's gaze fixed toward Kayle's body.
"What are you looking at?" The Judicator asked.
"Nothing." Morgana replied. "Just enjoying the view is all."
"What do you mean?" Kayle's eyebrows furrowed, covering her breasts and assuring her legs were crossed.
"Come on Kayle, you know what I mean." The Fallen Angel smirked.
"You better not be ogling me." Kayle's facial expression softened, but her eyes remained cautiously frozen.
"I want to do more than ogle, sister." The purple woman pressed on.
"What are you getting at?" The blonde's eyebrows furrowed once again.
"Relax, Kayle." Morgana stood up, body glistening as she approached Kayle, finding place beside her before allowing herself to continue. "I won't bite." She whispered.
"What are you doing?" Kayle asked as she stared down at her sister beside her.
"Nothing… Unless you want me to..." Morgana spoke as her hand found place on Kayle's thigh.
"So… Kayle…" She continued as her hand began to glide on Kayle's thigh, her eyes locked with Kayle's while a soft smile crept upon her purple lips.
"I have to go." Kayle whispered as she got up, hurriedly wrapping a white towel around herself before leaving the room.
The Fallen Angel sat there, a worried yet calm look upon her as she stared at the door, her smile fading away, but returning shortly after.
"I'll get you tomorrow, Kayle. No doubt about it." She whispered to herself.
Family and/or couples are assigned time for when they can use their daily bathhouse visit, requiring the two sisters to share their assigned hour. At first, they refused to abide by the rules, and whichever sister got there first had it for the hour. But sooner or later, they dealt with it and found their hatred for one another to be pointless. But hatred doesn't turn into friendship so easily, and for Morgana's wishes; it doesn't turn into romance any easier.
The unsettling sound of the door creaking open raised attention to Morgana's ear, then soon her eyes as she turned around to greet her sister whom had a towel wrapped around her figure.
"Come to join me, sister?" The Fallen Angel asked.
Her question was answered by silence, Kayle walked forward, quiet as the night, dropping her towel before she lowered herself into the bath, across from Morgana. The blonde's eyes looked down into the soaps of the water, her arms covering her breasts as red suns set upon her cheeks.
"Shy, are we?" Morgana asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not shy and not comfortable." Kayle replied.
Morgana smiled as she stood to her feet, walking to Kayle with the water resting at her waist. Kayle found Morgana beside her and she moved away.
"Get away from me. I'm only here to bath" Kayle stated.
"I won't bite." The Fallen Angel spoke as she re-approached the Judicator.
"Have you no shame, sister?" Kayle's eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm not sure, you tell me, sister." Morgana spoke as she crept closer, Kayle backing with hopes to space herself from her sister only to be detoured by the bath's very own wall.
"I might have no shame but I do have needs, sister." Morgana whispered while gazing up to her taller sister, hands moving to hold the hips which hid underneath the water.
"I will hurt you, Morgana."
"Then hurt me." Morgana smirked, hands crawling up to her sister's waist while she pressed her lips against large breasts, hands sliding down Kayle's back to grasp the firm backside of the Judicator. An uncharacteristic gasp fled Kayle's lips, music to Morgana's ears as her smile grew wider.
"Have you faltered, dear sister?" Morgana teased.
"No." Kayle replied.
"Then how is it you're allowing me to do this." She asked.
"I have my own needs, believe it or not, now relieve me of them." Kayle conjured up an excuse, an excuse with a hint of truth to it.
Kayle's sudden change of attitude amused her sister; Morgana chuckled as her tongue circled her sister's nipple, a hand reaching up from her rear to attend the needs of its twin. Kayle rested her elbows on the rim of the bath, head up and eyes closed while she soaked in the warm water. The Judicator began to unwind, a smile on her lips as Morgana worked her bosom frivolously as she became inpatient to taste her sister's womanhood.
Morgana ascended Kayle's chest, kissing up her cleavage as she approached her neck, finding her tongue trailing along her collar before sucking on the flesh of her neck.
"Mm…" Kayle moaned with a smile on her lips as Morgana's lips suck at a leisurely pace.
"See? I didn't bite." Morgana joked as she pressed up her sister's neck before she closed in for the kiss, purple lips on the edge of Kayle's smile before a finger intervened.
"We are not lovers." Kayle spoke with a harsh tone.
Morgana smiled before nodding, grabbing Kayle's rear as she struggled to heist her up, she is a mage, not a fighter. The Judicator placed her palms behind her, hands on the tile as she rose herself up to sit on the rim of the bath. Kayle began to stand up, but Morgana grabbed her hand, turning her attention to her as she pushed her knees apart.
"Oh…" Kayle realized Morgana's intentions.
"May I kiss these lips, sister?" Morgana asked.
"If you wish, but I must warn you." Kayle replied.
"What is there to be warned?" Morgana asked as her hands roam the wet skin of the seated Angel.
"For my strength in battle, I lack tenacity in… these types of affairs." She ashamedly whispered.
"A strong woman's weakness, do not worry, my dear sister." Morgana assured.
Kayle's spread her legs wider, Morgana soaking in the bath as Kayle soaked in the limelight while her own womanhood soaked in its own excitement. Soft kisses upon her thighs, hands roaming her wet and muscular body. Arousing purrs fleeing Kayle's lips, a glad smile on Morgana's while she crept closer and closer, merely nothing between her lips and her sister's dripping cavern. A lean forward was all the elicited a moan from the Judicator, her sister's smile on her womanhood while Kayle's hands seized her purple tresses. Kayle's satisfied low rumble emanated from her chest, her legs closing around Morgana's head as she curled her toes underneath the water.
"Perhaps that is why you do not last long." Morgana's muffled words came from between Kayle's thighs.
"What do you mean?" Kayle's heated question left her mouth.
"You must keep your legs spread, like this." Morgana taught, hands on Kayle's knee to push her legs from each other.
"And you must touch your breasts." She continued, grabbing Kayle's hands from her hair and guiding them to her own breasts.
"Lean on your elbows, Kayle." Morgana commanded.
"Okay, I'm leaning." Kayle spoke as she obliged.
"Now touch your breasts, knead them like one would knead bread and tweak your nipples like one would play the strings. Think of Sona and her etwahl." Morgana taught her sister, keeping her lips against the lovebud as she sucked at it leisurely.
"Mm…" Kayle moaned while Morgana's tongue plunged into her depth, plundering moans from the blonde Judicator while her hips bucked forward of their own accord. She looked up to the ceiling, rolling her eyes with her lip bit, shortly her mouth became agape as moans fled her mouth like a torrent, juices jetting from her womanhood.
There the Judicator sat, chest heaving as water dripped down her body, small strip of blonde hair above her tapped womanhood as the purple hair beauty rose from the water.
"We've not a lot of time; let us go to the sauna." She spoke while she pulled herself from the bath, standing to her feet and raising a hand out to help her taller sister rise to her feet.
A pale and curvaceous figure, a fine strip of purple hair resting above her womanhood, purple hair and purple lips, the colour purple defined sexy by Morgana. She pointed a finger to Kayle, the room filled with heat. She curled her finger, bringing Kayle towards her, a mischievous smirk upon her lips while her blonde sister fell to her knees.
"I will teach you." The purple woman spoke, her legs spreading while she relaxes in the wooden bench.
"Bring your fingers together, like this." She continued, holding her hand out with all fingers together.
"Now bring your pinky and ring finger in." She spoke as she taught, bringing in her two smallest fingers.
"Now… if you're a child, this would be a gun…" She stated as she leaned towards to the kneeling Judicator.
"I'll give you a hint… You're no child." She whispered into her ear, holding Kayle's finger-gun and turning her palm to face the ceiling.
"Fingers are far more dangerous than a gun, sister." Morgana continued on as she leaned back, bringing Kayle's hand with her.
"With a gun, you can take a woman's life, but with your fingers, you can get something much better." Morgana smiled as she finished.
Morgana's lesson had resulted in Kayle's fingers between her sister's thighs, and from there on, the Judicator knew just what was next. She pushed her duet of digits inside the purple woman, a moan escaping with a shudder which ran down her body, Morgana leaning her head back to close her eyes and take time blissfully.
"You see, sister. With your fingers, you can steal a woman's language and replace it with moans. A far more rewarding prize than her life, agree?" The Fallen Angel asked.
Kayle nodded.
"With passion, sister." Morgana commanded.
Kayle nodded once again, her fingers entering deep, curls at the shallow as her thumb pressed against Morgana's clit. She wanted moans, the sparing amount leaving her sister's mouth wasn't enough, the Judicator demanded more. That's when her fingers became quicker. Vehement thrusts, so passionate and fierce, Morgana's breasts bounced to the rhythm, so fluent, her moans were smooth as silk.
"Now, sister; your mouth, replace your thumb with it." The purple woman commanded.
The Judicator nodded, leaning in to give a kiss upon Morgana's clit, the actions Morgana took upon her earlier entering her mind as she attempted to mimic them. Her moans grew in wildness, Morgana's fingers pushing through Kayle's blonde locks while her hips rode her fingers.
"Harder Kayle, while a mage isn't as tough as a fighter, our strongest defense lies in bed. So I need it fierce, my sister."
The Judicator didn't bother to nod this time, she stood up and straddled Morgana's left thigh, driving her fingers deep while her thrusts became even more ferocious. She took a nipple inside her mouth, the purple peak firm as she wet it with her tongue, switching to its dry, erect partner shortly after before she took on a pattern of alternating between both.
"You're doing an amazing job, sister." Morgana moaned.
Walls began to hug Kayle's now-infamous pair of fingers, Morgana's hips bucking against their wild, untamed rhythm. The Fallen Angel's hands sought Kayle's rear, digging into the firm muscle as she screamed with the company of a wet climax. Kayle withdrew her fingers, Morgana panting while her sister stood up with her very own juices on her fingers.
"You're loud, sister." Kayle commented as she stared at her stained fingers.
"I know, beginners luck, is it, Kayle?" Morgana teased, standing to her feet. "I don't care how you clean your fingers, suck them or lick them, give it a try if you wish to do so." She continued on while she wrapped a towel around her curves. "I'll see you tomorrow, sister."
"Tomorrow." Kayle replied, wiping her fingers on her towel.