A/N: And I'm back with, drumroll please, Kinktober 5: Return of the Clones.
You're never gonna guess which of my previous entries this fic references. Surprising everyone, it's Face to Face again, and also, To Find Your Reflection.
She could reach out her hand to the face in front of her. Run her fingers over the familiar softness of his lips, over his sharp cheekbones that would cut anyone else, through his blond locks to make him groan for her, to see if he would.
The only thing stopping her was the warm breath fanning over her neck and raising her skin in goosebumps, the broad chest moving against her back with every breath – his or hers.
"Now you have me in every way." Valtor pressed a kiss to the base of her neck.
His fingers deftly worked on getting her out of her dress. His mouth followed her spine, kissing languidly at every new vertebra revealed to him. As if he wanted to personally map out the route for the shivers running through her.
Blindly reaching for him left her clawing at his coat uselessly. It was all she could do, captivated by the sight in front of her.
His clone's movements had all of his grace and none of his patience. He'd stripped Griffin's own clone already and was on his knees before her, ridding himself of his clothes as fast as he could without allowing a single inch of space to come between them. He kissed his way up her thigh so fast it could be considered perfunctory, insulting if not for his eager tongue finding its way through her folds, lapping at her arousal like he'd finally found purpose. His moans were drowned out by her own but went on for longer, filled in the gaps between hers when she had to take a breath.
Unlike her clone, he hadn't lived a minute in a world without his own Griffin, hadn't been starved for something that could not be. His persisting hunger for her regardless only made him a perfect reflection of Valtor, with or without Dragon Fire. Valtor had enough for both of them, so much of his power imbuing the body in front of her that it was impossible to tell them apart by their auras either.
They were identical in every way, his uniqueness multiplied right in front of her eyes. Another version of him had chosen her, was living proof that in infinite sets of circumstances they would find their way to each other.
"Are you ready to give yourself pleasure now?" Valtor's voice tickled her ear, had her press herself into him more firmly. His hands trailed the insides of her thighs making her whole body quiver so badly it was hard to breathe let alone get out coherent speech.
Her whimpered confirmation vibrated through the air, moved their clones as well as if they'd been waiting just for it to climb on the bed.
Valtor grabbed the back of her legs and hoisted her up, helped her straddle her clone's head.
Lowering herself right into the other her's mouth was instinct and the thrills of pleasure running through her at the stroke of her own tongue were just as natural.
Valtor let her clone's hands on her hips keep her steady while he freed himself from his clothes, the rustling from behind her back every bit as tantalizing as the mouth sucking on her clit.
His clone settling between the other her's legs, lining up his hard cock to fill her for the first time only fanned along the anticipation scorching her skin. He leaned down instead, holding eye contact with her, and sucked her clone's nipple in his mouth.
The pleasure meant for one of them crashed into them both, her clone's groan resonating through her clit, through every nerve in her body. She bucked into the mouth underneath her, couldn't help it, and was met only with enthusiasm.
Her clone's tongue slipped inside her, more noises reverberating through Griffin's body whether due to the fluttering of her own pussy or the efforts of Valtor's clone. The way her heart thumped in her chest, in tact with the throbbing of her clit, would scare her if she could think.
All that was left was instinct. Grab at something to brace yourself before you've toppled over. Rock into the mouth that makes you see stars. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
A strong arm wrapping around her middle broke her rhythm. Drawing her backwards into him, Valtor halted her movements, held her in place.
The whine of protest was still on her lips when the head of his cock nudged the entrance of her pussy and pushed a needy whimper out of her instead.
"Open your eyes."
She obeyed. Valtor had more control of her body in that moment than she did.
His own eyes stared at her from the face before her, lips so close she could kiss them.
She only had time to gasp for breath.
His cock sank into her, slipped all the way into her core to prove to her once more that his place was there. As deep inside her as her own soul. So entangled with her that her pleasure was only woven from the two of them, together.
No wonder the mewl that left her was so disfigured – it was only her voice, only one half of their whole.
His open mouth was right there, an inch from hers yet making no move to close the gap between them. His clone only held her gaze, his stillness as electrifying as the rolling of Valtor's hips into her that didn't let her catch her breath. There was no despair driving him–any of them–to mindlessness, only a striking certainty – in them.
Griffin's clone was still moaning, happy with Griffin's hand splayed over her sternum–the pulse there matched her own–and the other one mirroring everything Valtor was doing to her own breast. He was teasing her neck again with open-mouthed kisses as if he were inviting her heart to leap inside.
Even that didn't prepare her for the cry of pleasure hitting her clit, vibrating through it, when Valtor's clone fucked into hers. The stretch of it, the fullness, she had experienced just a minute ago, was still wrapped around Valtor's cock but that was a first.
He had thrust inside her not possessed by desire but already satisfied. He had her – many times in Valtor's memories and right in front of his very eyes when Valtor had pushed inside her and made her moan for both of them.
There was nothing missing, nothing they had to chase. They could just enjoy each other.
Valtor's clone wrapped his hand around the other her's throat and the strangled panting that hit Griffin's clit was somehow even more blissful than the loudness of her own voice.