[M] Chapter 1: On the Run

[DaniMalice]

As Vyeer looked behind her, she held tight onto Erith as they fell from the heavenly peaks of their mountain home and landed on stable soil. Vyeer has been wounded in the confrontation with their father when he was slain by his own weapon, the Glaive was nowhere to be seen but her wings had been pulled and ripped as they had fled the heavens. They were like massive rocks falling from the sky as they landed in a crater around them. The ground bowled and billowed an intense cloud of dust covering their landing.

The Miasma Dragoon set Erith down, placed both hands on her cheek to examine her to make sure she was alright, "Erith, are you alright? We must not stay here for too long. The other will ride down from the mountain to come to look for us. We shall have to hide somewhere, come sister!" Vyeer didn't wait for a response from her younger sister, they had not the time to repair injuries or to catch their breaths. And Vyeer had a tight grip on Erith as she tugged and pulled the woman along beside her as they entered a thick forest. They would have to hide in the darkness and hope that the other Dragoons would not find them. Wings retracted from her back and sank inwards, it was exhausting to keep them expanded as so as she continued to pull Erith by the hand.

There was blood mixed with sweat all over her gauntlets. Father's blood, mother's blood, sibling blood. She was so lost and overwhelmed with what happened the only thing could focus on right now was Erith and her safety. Unable to summon any of her weapons, and unable to use her fire breath, Vyeer had to use the already aching muscles to collapse branches and vines as they shuttled through the dense and thick forest. It wasn't until her legs gave way that she nearly fell to her knee.

With a hoarse grunt, she lifted herself once more and willed herself to continue. Her blood boiled with frenzy and anger, not because of what she had done or what was happening because their Father had placed a hand on the wrong sister. No one touched Erith like that, and no one ever will. It was a vow, an oath, a promise. Vyeer was dedicated to Erith and Erith alone, but she was unsure why she fought so damn hard to protect her sister above all else. She didn't even care for the others, just using them as stepping stones to grow more powerful. She should have stayed to consume Father's flesh, perhaps then she would have even more power, but the last thing her Father did before splitting in half from his own glaive, was curse her and her powers. She couldn't unlock anything that she recently had during her lessons, it was as if they were all stolen or sleeping inside her once again. She would have to once more relearn to open the passages and gates and reawaken her Dragoon blood.

"We can set up camp here for the night. But we must leave at first light." And with that Vyeer finally let Erith go and she looked up towards the sky and heavens with closed eyes. She breathed heavily and bowed her head to her sister, "I am sorry for killing them. I have no idea what overcame me..."

[Korra]

Erith was still a little dazed, it was hard for her to understand what had happened in those brief few moments.  Erith was a runt, the weaker link in her family that was full of competition and viciousness.  There wasn't the kindness and affection one would expect from a family, there was very little honor even though they often claimed otherwise with their long and prestigious history.  Erith herself was rarely exposed to that kind of despair ridden lifestyle, as the runt, very few found there was anything to gain from harming Erith.  Her treasures were all things she created herself from rocks, mud and mundane materials.  Her strength wasn't enough to stimulate anyone's sense of battle.  There was just no real reason to bother with her.

For that reason, Erith often kept worked hard, since she couldn't be the strongest, she wanted to be the best at something, to be great in her own way.  She found that chance in art, but now, forced to flee with her sister she was clearly lost and struggling to come to grips with things.

Others had no reason to bother with her, but the few men of the family would beg to differ.  Erith who was once the scrawny runt had forged a peculiar body type with modest curves and incredibly soft skin.  With very sweet and kind eyes, she had a fluffy and soothing atmosphere to her.  An innocent and childish temperament she was an emotional oasis that her father finally determined was worth using for the next generation.

Erith herself wasn't particularly strong, but wasn't without her own means of defending herself, though all she could do in truth was defend herself a short while.  Her treasures, the things she'd gone to great lengths to create all rose up simultaneously against her father to buy time.  Every painting, sculpture, meal, drink, plant, gem, weapon, fabric and written piece refused to lay down and let their creator be harmed.  Unfortunately, Erith could only endowed them with so much.

It had however, been enough for her sister to notice what was going on.  Vyeer was Erith's favorite sister, the only one who would welcome her to chat or give more then a glance to her works.  Erith was proud to show off to Vyeer, at least with her sister, she could puff up her chest with some pride and play a princess.  Erith counted on her for many things, but being rescued in this situation made Erith uncertain.  Was it the right choice for Vyeer who had such potential and ability to sacrifice so much for her?  Was it bad for them to go against the family and it's teachings just for her to be happy?  She couldn't decide, but she knew she had to make something of herself or at least help Vyeer recover a little.

"I-I'm... Er..." She started at first, trying to get the cogs in her brain to fire at full speed once more, but in the end she was dragged farther along by her sister.  Erith couldn't help dragging her feet a little.  She wasn't as strong or fast as Vyeer, she tripped from time to time but struggled to keep up.  Gritting her teeth with determination even as she dirtied the billowing yellow fabric that clothed her.  Her eyes shined brightly with a dim yellow glow as she folowed her sister hoping that things would be okay.  She was anxious and her torn outfit didn't help the situation.

Hearing Vyeer's earnest apology when they finally came to a stop though, Erith was still struggling to gather her breath.  Even as she gulped down air though she didn't hesitate to gingerly lower a hand to the girl's head and give it soft tender pets to try and show her her understanding.  Erith didn't have the words to explain the complicated emotions in her heart, but she knew she didn't blame her sister, nor did she really think it was terribly wrong even if she wasn't the cold chilled type who could let someone die needlessly.

In the end, when she found her center enough for her multicolored hair to once again begin to shift and change in a kaleidoscopic twist of tie dye colors as it normally did, she glanced around in concern. "Would you like me to build the camp then?  I can string together a good sleeping bag, maybe from some cotton plants after they grow.  It shouldn't take long if I take good care of them, but then there's also the food, maybe if I look for ingredients we can have something nice to--" She started, but Vyeer would probably understand how horrifying it was to allow Erith to make anything.  She'd never do things half way, and if she did things too well there was always some kind of calamitous disaster that followed shortly after.  It was for that reason she was named a Disaster Dragon rather then one of Maisma, purely because her toxins could never compete with the calamities that came from her so naturally.

[DaniMalice]

Vyeer felt the soft touches of her sister's hand upon her curly hair. The pats were a welcomed feeling after thrusting the glaive into their now deceased family members. She still had no idea what had come over her to lash out as she did. Sure, Erith was her favorite sister, she would do anything...but to go to such an extreme to kill an entire legacy with a snap of her fingers? She leaned in a little against Erith, her head tapping against Erith's as their foreheads touched. They spoke silently towards one another and Erith suggested setting up camp and creating some sleeping bags.

Vyeer knew all too well of her sister's abilities and the calamity that followed behind, perhaps it was why she was so enthralled by her. The Miasma Dragoon held her gut where blackened blood seeped from her scales. Several of them had broke during the course of the escape and she let out a sharp moan as she stood straight. "Please..." It was a simple response and one she might regret later. But Vyeer could only do so much for the both of them right now until her body could fully heal.

The female tossed back the long tendrils of curly flaming hair as she narrowed her bright golden yellow serpent eyes. She turned to Erith and placed a hand on her head once more, "Stay out of sight as much as you can. And if need be, try to remain in your human form. I'll go hunt for dinner." Her gloved hand moved messily into the tie-dye colored scheme of her sister's hair, ruffling tussleves with a good tossle as she stepped back and away. She was a little woozy from the loss of the blood, but her feet seemed to sink into the ground and pull down on her body to keep her anchored in place.

With a soft sigh, the woman marched away with an air of superiority and intimidation. She had to hunt for herself and her sister, although it would be feeding a family of ten with the bottomless put Vyeer had. The nutrients would help with the recovery of the wound, she just needed to feed. She would leave Erith to her own devices for the moment and hopefully wouldn't come back with a mess on her hands. The last thing she needed was to wrestle down one of Erith's Calamities.

As she moved away from the clearing of the forest, her breathing was tight in her chest. She couldn't summon any of her magic as if it were locked behind several gates. She could feel it, sense it, but it would not manifest. She breathed heavily and moved slower, looking or whatever woodland creature she could get her hands on. She stopped and sat down by a tree, her eyes looking deep into the forest, the focus going in and out as her vision blurred. As she moved from the forest, she saw a large deer that would be good for an appetizer. Vyeer's mouth was salivating already and could feel the meat and bone gnash between her teeth, but she had to catch it first.

It had not spotted her yet and she moved with stealth and guile as she rounded a small clearing of trees to get behind her target. She took a single step forward and broke a branch beneath her foot alerting her prey. "Shit." It began to dart away and she followed suit, the pain in her gut giving away to the hunger pains in her belly. She charged like a mad bull until her hand reached and her feral claws sank into the hind legs of the deer. The creature made a loud sound of pain and terror and then there was silence. The Miasma Dragoon had plunged a hand deep in the gut of the creature and it was enough to silence the creature.

Moments slipped by as she shifted the carcass over her shoulders. The forest was pretty quiet, and there was nothing else could find except for some berries from a bush and a few squirrels who died just by looking into the horrifying eyes of the Dragoon. At least they didn't run around in the trees to get away, they just died from fright. After collecting what she could, Vyeer made her way back to the camp area and hoped against hope Erith and her Calamities were not making too much of a ruckus.

[Korra]

Erith smiled when her sister leaned into her.  Nodding tenderly, she continued to support her, petting her hair until she forced herself to rise.  A little disappointed, Erith only ended up folding her hands in the end.  It was clear they wouldn't survive on only vegetables.  "Alright... Just be safe too okay?"  She asked, a humble smile on her face, like a house wife or husband waiting for their dear to come home.  Erith was concerned about her sister's departure, she would have hummed a soft tune for her had she known, but there wasn't much she could do now to change it.  Instead, she glanced around the small area that had been considered their campsite by Vyeer, and almost immediately, after taking in the scene, she brought a soft fist to her palm as if inspiration struck, a very familiar, very frightening sound quickly followed as she voiced the words so many came to dread. "Oh! I got it!"

In that short period of time, Erith had managed to find clay to sculpt with.  In short order, she'd clearly sculpted a few pots and pans that seemed normal enough, though they had a strange green hue to them her Green Calamities weren't particularly frightening.  What was out of the ordinary, were the clay spheres she seemed to make, small like beads, they were planted into the ground where they sprouted like actual plants, the beads being cotton seeds she needed to make a nice sleeping bag.  The cotton from the plants was bizarre, a twisted orange and green color that just happened to form delicate designs when treated and sewn as if by pure coincidence.

Even as she made a puffy sleeping bag, large enough for the two of them to share, she furrowed her brow, looking at the drab and boring clearing as if it were missing something more.  Again, she made that same hand gesture, and again repeated those same exclamation.  "Oh!  That could do it..."  Clay was again molded, this time into the shape of little worms.  Perched upon the cotton plants that were no longer needed, she let them work, watching them, occasionally patting their heads.  They'd quickly turned green as well, the fat grub like worms slowly crawling along the plants at an accelerated speed leaving behind a strand of sticky fiber.  Silk worms made by Erith seemed to endlessly showcase their ability, like a video on repeat, they circled the plants oblivious to the fact they were repeating the same movements over and over while Erith collected the fibers.

What followed was a small tent, largely improvised, with a little tree at the center growing up in the middle to hoist up the fabric meant to protect them.  She created a nice almost princess like tent, the likes of which might make people surprised to find just standing there in the woods.  It's yellow color featured green diamonds along the edges and fringe but Erith still seemed unsatisfied.

Several more gestures and statements later, Vyeer would return to a campsite the likes of which wouldn't have been able to exist had it been someone normal working on it.  There was the tent Erith made, with the sleeping bag nestled inside.  While Vyeer had been hunting, Erith had sculpted more from the clay creating a series of cooking tools, pans, even clay pots  that hung over a small camp fire that danced over logs that were clearly made out of stone.  Everything was either made from clay or bizarrely colored fabrics that somehow became a working and functioning camp that seemed as if she'd planned on living there for some time.

By the time Vyeer would find her, Erith would be punching holes into what could only be a container for spices, that featured holes at the top for shaking them onto foods.  She'd already created half a basket, and seemed to intend to fill it up with more.  Though they certainly didn't escape with anything nearly as luxurious as rich spices, the squirming orange plants not too far from her position made it clear Erith was intending to grow them herself that very moment.  If Vyeer had returned a few moments later, those Orange plants might have begun spreading through the whole forest as an invasive species.

[DaniMalice]

Vyeer slumped with the carcass over her shoulders as she moved with thick and even paces. She was a little slouched from exhaustion but she had been far worse than this, but possibly not with the hole in her gut leaving a trail of blood among the green grass. As she neared the campsite, she started to see an odd coloration along the forest ground. Orange mixed with the green and browns of the normal woody atmosphere was seen from her serpent eyes. She moved with a little more quickness in her step as if she wanted to see what was going on just beyond the hill...

As she stepped up from the small valley and looked down, she saw what looked like a campsite from a regal court set up for an evening in the woods. There was a splash of color everywhere, not at all subtle from what she was expecting and how quickly Erith had worked her magic into this land. But she was talented, far more so than the War Sister of the clan of their people. She was only useful for killing, hunting and fighting things and doing scary stuff, her sister whom she protected life and limb over, was the child that should have been the next true heir of their family. And if anyone had to say anything about it, Erith WAS the true heir no matter how much she would deny it.

Vyeer took a heavy breath and climbed down from the hill into their small little sanctuary, "At least you didn't catch anything on fire...this time." The words were not subtle, she was all too familiar with her abilities and how rampant she would let them grow and overwhelm an area. Father had given Erith plenty of room to do her magic, but it always- ALWAYS- got out of hand. This was calm and tame from the man-eating plants she adored so much. Among all this color was the dark, black scaled venomous Miasma Dragoon as she dropped the deer carcass and several of the squirrels she had found during her hunt.

"I couldn't find much out there. I found some of those berries you enjoyed so much when we often came down from the mountain. I don't know how you can eat that stuff though." Vyeer looked and talked as if she were exhausted, no doubt Erith should be as well with all the work she had done. It was a job much appreciated but perhaps it was a bit too much.

A hand came down on top of her sister's head once more, giving her head and hair a quick shake. All those colors melting together in thick, silky strands before her hand was removed and she sat down on the ground. She hunched over and placed both hands on the ground and she closed her eyes. "Where is it...I know it's there..." she said softly to herself. As if purging something from her body, a muted growl came from her mouth and blood gushed from her wound and her black scales began to slowly disappear into her body, underneath the skin.

The process labored her breath and her eyes started to slowly form human pupils, and she moved her neck around over her shoulders until it popped. She leaned back and allowed her hair to hide the exposed flesh over her skin. She didn't wear a top to cover herself, the black scales usually hide most of her womanly traits but when she was deep into her human form, there was nothing to hide them. On her right side where her ribs were, the gushing of the blood had ceased and there was a visible glow in the cascading darkness around them. Her body was healing, but it would take time.

"Erith, I'll prepare the deer, could you make me a top?" It was nothing of a command, Vyeer adored her sister's creativity, "Preferably one that does not eat my flesh..." she said with a raised brow, her hands digging into the guts and belly of the deer as she prepared their dinner.

[Korra]

When Vyeer was back, she paused, setting the things she was working on down with a sweet smile.  Whether Vyeer recognized them or not, the camp wasn't quite as tame as it seemed.  Instead, there was only so much Vyeer could do with a campsite and no tools, her more docile and gentler abilities were what allowed the more frightening ones to come to pass.  Those orange plants, if left alone would certainly become the kind Vyeer dreaded, those carnivorous monsters that tore into creatures and cannibalized other plant-life but that disaster took time to create a foundation for itself to spread from.  At the moment at least, it was very contained out of necessity, Erith needed to harvest the plants and wasn't growing to make a garden.

Being told about fire though made her pout, she'd certainly caused many disasters that created long hazardous fires.  The most notable being the forest fire that began after she started becoming skilled in metal works, the section of the woods was swallowed in an effort to burn down her efforts.  With a snort though, Erith raised a chastising finger at her sister as she spoke firmly.  "My textiles and artwork is normally gentle-- except maybe the gardening, but there'll be no big fires with these materials Vyeer, you should know that."  Despite saying so however, it was unlikely anyone would be able to find rhyme and reason in Erith's works.  Instead, the reason for her pout and playful lecturing was her childish efforts to pinch or bite back in reaction to Vyeer not trusting her... And for good reason in all honesty.

Being told that Vyeer brought her the berries she liked, Erith couldn't help smiling and forgiving her though.  Losing interest in trying to be righteous and poke at her sister from he high horse she perched herself on quickly, she focused on the gift of berries with a dazzling smile. "Okay... But you have to feed me.  I won't take no for an answer~" She replied, like a brat, like someone spoiled but there was a happiness and sweetness in her words.  A childish hope and anticipation since Vyeer was one who would support her unlike those other family members who made her life harsh, with Vyeer she could parade around and be a princess... Or at least she didn't have to fear consequences from trying.

While her sister worked to swallow her dragoon traits back up, Erith herself only nodded in understanding letting her sister focus.  Erith herself had a dragoon stage in between as well, but both her dragon form and her partial form weren't fit for things like escaping.  Neither of her other forms were subtle, nor were they incredibly powerful, it made both of them burdensome in this situation forcing Vyeer to tell her to remain humanoid from start to finish.  The brain melting rainbow lights and fireworks from both forms were just too eye catching.

Though when Vyeer asked for a top, one that wouldn't eat flesh, Erith couldn't help a mellow giggle.  After all, all of her own clothes were made by herself, she was perfectly safe in them.  In truth, her textile disaster created faithful guardians, ruthless guards and sneaky spies.  It was one of the two skills she made the most use of in her day to day life. "Mph, Yellow would only eat the flesh of bad guys.  You aren't a bad guy, right sister~" She practically licked the air as she stuck her tongue out at Vyeer teasing her playfully.  Whether or not Vyeer thought of herself as a villain or a bad guy, in the innocent and oblivious eyes of Erith, she was just her sister cared for her.  In the eyes of her creation that wasn't any different typically, the ones who had the capacity to care would differentiate.

"I can make you one, can I get a feel for your size?" She asked, stretching her hands out towards Vyeer making a beckoning gesture.  It was something she did for most clothing types.  Getting a feel for the subject was important, and without something like a tape measure and standard sizing, Erith could only do her best to measure by hand and get a feel for every bump and bend.  "I still have cottons, and silks maybe... But you'd want something strong to fight in-- Something resilient and maybe even protective?"  She mused to herself, starting the engine on her thoughts as she waited to size up her sister like always.

[DaniMalice]

There was an expression on her face that matched some kind of melancholic look as her sister spoke about her playfully being a bad guy. It was in that instant the rush of images from earlier in the day had surfaced once more, her hand's elbow deep in blood and guts of her father and other family members. Yes, she was indeed a bad guy, perhaps the evilest of kinds when you are into parricide.

As if in trance once more, the Miasma Dragoon looked blankly at the carcass in front of her as she pulled intestines and organs from out of the deer and placed them towards a bowl created by Erith. There was a long pause before she blinked and turned her head back to her sister giving way to a small docile smile of her own. She was precious like nothing had ever happened, her innocence was what made all this even more worth it. To preserve that side of her so it would not be stained.

Vyeer stood up, her long curly fibers or red flaming hair gathered around her busty chest as she attempted to clean her fingers and hands off by sweeping them through the air as blood matter and broken bone flung from her wet hands. She smeared the remnants on her dark, flowing skirt and she made way towards her sister and her grabby hands. She had an odd way of measuring people, no tape or tool used in the measurements, but just her hands by feeling the curves and the roundness of the flesh through her palms. The first time she did it, she honestly thought Erith was doing it to be perverted. But when she did create things, they had fit and formed to her figure without stretch or deformation of the material. All the more reason why Erith was the more talented member of the family and the reason to be the heir of their household.

She was slow to move and even slower to walk as she made way towards Erith. She stood without a hunch despite the wound over her ribcage which was still healing and her busty frame puffed out in front of Erith before she slowly turned her body around. "Nothing to compromise my arm movement. And nothing colorful." It was a request but sounded more like a demand from the older sister of the two. Vyeer took the tendrils of curly long hair and wrapped them into a tight ball and lifted the hair up over her head where her breasts were exposed and free to be measured along with the rest of her waist so Erith could get a good measurement. 

The two woman stood in the middle of the forest, Vyeer kept her eyes closed as she exhaled slowly as she felt the roaming hands of her sister. This feeling of anxiety was tightening in her chest, it always seemed to happen when she was so close to her little sister. They had often played together when they were younger, nearly inseparable even when she was told to be doing other things. They often found time for one another despite the conditions of their training and living.

So when Erith's hand had found its way to her naked body, there was a slight tremble from her bottom lip as she sucked in the air causing her stomach to flatten and tighten. Vyeer was a marvel of a beauty, dark and respected for her thick figure and frame. Men salivated for her, women hated her for her natural and inherent beauty, yet she didn't feel that way. Her job was to learn about death and killing and not paying attention to the social norm of courtship or sexual activity. However, there had been rumors about her that she was a promiscuous woman often sleeping with the Lords of other sons, even their fathers on occasion. None of this was true or false and remained so until they had fled from the mountains.

All the same, Vyeer was an emotional wreck when it came to these sort of things and even more so when it was her sister, Erith. There were feelings that tormented her, caused her mind to reach out into a world of taboo and forbidden thoughts. Often nights they had slept together as sisters, one protecting the other, but there was a calming warmth and safety when they were close to one another and it never amounted to anything more than just sleeping and laying next to one another.

So when the hand was felt around the base of her breast, there was a sudden and forced low moan that came from Vyeer's mouth that made her knees weak and she turned to her sister nervously, "I think you are done...you can move your hands off my breast, Sister."

[Korra]

Erith turned her attention away from spices when her sister began going through the carcasses.  With a tilt of her head, she accepted the hides from her sister and began to drag her fingers through the hides.  Though she wasn't as violent as her sister, Erith was equally unperturbed by the blood and fats of the hide, pushing and pulling them from the hide until it was clean.  She used bits of stone and clay as salt, splashing the hide with it here and there to dry it.  The process that would have taken hours or days in her hands lasted only a few flickers of movement as the hide dried and seemed to again moisturize itself as she worked it well.

Though the color grew faintly tainted as time passed, becoming almost golden compared to the common deer's brown furs, it was a consequence of her using her abilities to speed up the process.  As a craftsman Erith had problems settling for 'slow and normal' which was one of the many reasons for her disasters.  She kept playing with the hide until her sister seemed ready to be measured making her nod brightly as she set the hide aside.

When her sister approached, the wound was what caught her attention first, a small frown on her face as she watched it for a moment.  Her sister worked too hard, struggled and fought against a myriad of things to take care of her.  Not just her parents or their family, but against the way she was raised, against many things.  Though she couldn't understand just what types of things her sister was struggling with, she could tell her sister was trying hard to fight 'something'.  It was something that made Erith feel terrible, she had an incredible talent for creating, but she couldn't do much to ease her sister's burdens, only maybe make her a little happier and support her from afar instead.

"I can make it uncompromising, but colorless is no fun Vyeer."  She murmured when the girl was ready for her.  Soft hands approaching Vyeer's sides and stomach first.  The sharp breath her sister let out though made Erith chuckle, as if it wasn't the first time her sister responded this way.  "You're holding your breath again."  She murmured as she felt around her sister's flat stomach getting a feel for the musculature of the softness of her skin and the shape of the curves.  She worked her way up little by little towards her sister's back, slowly wandering around Vyeer as she felt her skin with a frown.  Feeling like her sister wasn't looking after her wounds, Erith could only frown heavily.  Particularly when her hands slid around to the front again, brushing against the undersides of her generous bust.

Erith couldn't help rolling her eyes.  Her sister who was so brave and heroic got cold feet from having her chest measured?  Erith found it silly but wasn't this a pressing situation when they needed every bit of help they could get?  It seemed like a strange time for her sister's quirk revealed itself.  Oblivious to the struggles Vyeer was having, she simply mistook it for an over sensitivity or something equally minor.  "Vyeer, we only just started.  After all this, you shouldn't hesitate over something so silly.  I'm going to measure you, and you're going to stay still and let me."  She spoke with a rare firm and demanding tone, giving her sister a slow and alluring squeeze as she felt for her size with firm and steady hands. 

Erith who was always so docile did have her moments of becoming fierce and domineering, though she lacked the power to turn that into a combat skill.  She didn't hesitate to be firm with Vyeer when she needed to... though as the weaker sister she didn't understand why Vyeer surrendered to her so readily, she didn't hesitate to try and make her sister yield when she needed to.  Someone as kind as Erith wouldn't be too fierce or rough, specially not with the sister she cared about.  Giving her sister a gentle kiss on the rim of her ear, she tried to console her with a gentle whisper.  "When we're done, I'll help patch you up and get rid of the aches, maybe with that song you liked hearing me sing hm?"  She tried to offer giving her ear another sweet kiss.  As she spoke, her soft breaths brushed against her sister's ear and face from how close she was while she got a very good feel for her size.

By the time Erith reached Vyeer's shoulders, she'd got a good enough understanding of her sister's size, but didn't stop feeling her skin.  Instead, she began slowly and smoothly rubbing her sister's shoulders, as if trying to gingerly work the ache out of her body.  Even if she finished, this was the least she could do to comfort the sister who hurt trying to look after her.

[DaniMalice]

Her request was rejected with a firm tone from Erith. Vyeer turned her head again and only sighed mentally, keeping her hand up over her head to keep the long tendrils of flaming colored hair into a tight ball. Vyeer remained still and silent as night was creeping over the hills and down into the forest. This would be their first night away from the mountain in ages and they would not be returning to the bloody Hall of the Dragoons. The elder sister would close her eyes once more and surrender herself to Erith and her measuring hands.

Each soft movements made her flesh grow tight and cold as goosebumps riddled her arms and body. "Your hands are cold," came a jest to her sister as she felt them round down from under her bust and then slowly firm just over the slope of a darkened pink nipple. When the soft curve of her lips made their way to her ear, she could feel the warm breath of her sister on her neck. She had whispered something about healing her aches with a song she had enjoyed.

This caused a reaction and a small and rarely seen giggle from the older Dragoon. If there was one thing she enjoyed it was hearing her sister sing, especially her twist on lullabies that made her sleep so easily during crazy weeks of neverending hunts. Her free hand would come up and over her shoulder where Erith rested her hand, there was a connection between the two sisters that seemed much more than just sisterly love. Vyeer, the Miasma Dragoon, had often surrendered herself to the whims of her sister when it came to her creative nature and her disasters. But she enjoyed watching her work and watching her play, it was something she could not enjoy for herself. There was no playing, no messing around as the elder sister was groomed to be the next High Dragoon of the family, but that seemed forever ago as they stood in the darkening forest and the only light coming from the camp of the fire.

Along with the moist hot breath upon her neck and shoulder, there was another kiss from her young sister. The curve of her lips made a subtle smile as she seemed to almost lean into her as she was felt up to get the measurements in order. Vyeer would drop her guard as she felt the massage over her shoulders. Aches and pains from the day seemed to melt away from the touch, the once cool hands now becoming warm and remained tender. Erith's fingers dug into her tight flesh over her shoulders, she could feel the pure muscle and shoulder bone as Vyeer had prided herself in her athletic and toned body but she was overly jealous of Erith's soft and modest curves. She looked more womanly than anything she'd ever truly become.

Her stomach then made a horrible growling sound which sapped the mood in an instant, she turned her body back to Erith, only being a few inches taller she only had to angle her eyes down to look at Erith. Her subtle smile remained, "I'm hungry. Thank you for helping me with this business. Had I been alone, I might have ended up bleeding out to keep myself protected with my scales. Let us eat, I hope the meat is tender."

[Korra]

Erith could only giggle back at her sister's teasing about her hands.  Unfortunately there wasn't much she could do to change that.  Trying her best to get things done right and proper, she finished loosening her sister up with a soft pat on the shoulder and a warm brush of her soft chest against her back.  Giving her sister a soft hug, a firm protective embrace.  While Erith couldn't guarantee her sister's safety, she could at least protect her from the cold as she leaned back into her chest.  It might seem a tad odd, but Erith, the smaller one didn't hesitate to embrace her sister from behind, half possessive, half supportive.

Only when her sister began to turn to face her did she stop.  Finally nodding back, a bright smile on her face as she answered Vyeer's expectations.  Letting her sister go, Erith reached for the nearby kitchenware without hesitation.  Though she only seemed to have clay and spices at her disposal, it would be naive for anyone to doubt someone with Erith's talent for crafting.  What was once earth became butter, seeds grew to become spices, low quality meat would rapidly change as she added it to the pans and pots.

Erith had a curious expression, a whimsical gaze as she worked, as if constantly day dreaming, as if imagining and musing rather then making plans or using numbers.  Every few actions she'd seem to have an idea and change her technique and every change made the smell more alluring.  She was happy when she worked, forgetting about tragedy, about problems, just focusing on improving and elevating, it was almost a form of meditation at this point.

The first plate Erith offered Vyeer was the shanks and leg meat.  Large hunks of meat on bone on one side of the clay plate, on the other side there were neatly sliced disks.  Sweet and smoky, the smell of dripping fat and grease was clear, but seasoned with something sweet, like honey or syrup.  Like sweet barbecue, she offered Vyeer the plate before the loud crackle and sizzle of more meat being added roared to life.

The second plate looked like two racks of ribs.  Unlike the last plate of meat, this one had a sharper spice, a strong punch of heat to give Vyeer something different from the last plate that was a sweeter barbecue.  It was naturally a bit more on the rare side to give something for Vyeer something to chew and gnaw.  Though she didn't doubt Vyeer would eat the bones let alone notice these little details she added.

The third was a bit larger, Ladling in some of the pot's contents from the fire to give the pan as well as Vyeer's stomach a quick break from the greasy game-y meat.  The stew had greens that were unfortunately no longer green, but also featured the organs and smaller bits that couldn't be separated into larger cuts of meat.  This at least gave Erith the break to have a few berries as she watched her sister with a gentle smile, tilting the pot to fill her bowl every time she finished it without much care for how much was left.

Towards the the last of the meat was offered to Vyeer on sticks.  The squirrel meat was a bit harder to strip and handle, instead she just roasted them over the flame as one might a freshly caught fish.  Offering her sister the sticks of squirrel one at a time after slathering it with something that gave it a stronger sweet and sour taste.

If Vyeer didn't pay attention, she wouldn't notice Erith hadn't take any of the meat, instead kept trying to push it onto Vyeer's plate while she kept the small cup of berries to herself occasionally slipping one or two into her mouth while working.  Erith didn't need to eat much, rather she lived a very minimalist lifestyle normally only taking what she needed.  Without the need for meat she wouldn't try to deny her sister who no doubt enjoyed it much more.

The final dish she had to offer Vyeer was a small cup of nuts, there were crystalline granules of salt mixed around within.  Before handing it to Vyeer, Erith had to shake it again herself, as if concerned it might be too salty if Vyeer just poured them into her mouth without a care, they were meant to be a snack to take slowly, but she wasn't sure if her sister wouldn't just swallow it all.  Even if she did though, at the very least, Erith would have a fulfilled expression on, a contented nod that her sister enjoyed her work once more.

[DaniMalice]

Out of something so small, Erith was able to create a dinner that was fit for royalty. Vyeer was salivating nearly nonstop as the pulled meat layered in spices, sauces, and mixes that drove each and every one of her taste buds into a frenzy. She had not had such an exquisite meal in such a long time. The Miasma Dragoon sat down with her sister, forgetting she was still quite naked over her chest, had begun to savagely eat at whatever was on her plate. She had to stop several times to pick bone from her teeth, she didn't pull the meat off but nearly devoured it as her teeth crunched, gnashed and broken into it. She was an omnivore, but she loved to eat meat, just as much as she enjoyed the hunt.

She had looked up at Erith who was only eating bits and pieces of the fruit that was gathered, her mouth was covered in sauces as she blinked several times to examine her sister. "Is that all you are eating, Sister? Men don't like scrawny girls no matter how soft and supple you might say you are. You need some meat on your bones." Vyeer was not sure how she survived on nuts and greens and fruits and anything that was not meat, she was a different kind of Dragoon altogether, but that was what made her special. Perhaps Vyeer was just more pronounced the way she was because she hunted with the other males in their tribe. She was part of them, ate with them and acted like one of the men.

But she did not let a single ounce of food drop from her plates, she ate everything in sight of her eyes and her stomach growled and gurgled as she sat back on her log and gave a mighty earth shattering like a burp. The eldest sister had patted her belly and stretched her legs out on the ground, not really caring about the dirt or grass or anything of the such. It was a while since she roughed it out in the wilderness like this, especially the last few weeks upon the mountain where she mostly slept in her bed days at a time after a long hunt.

She brushed her long flame-like hair from her eyes, pushed it behind her ears and slowly slid further and further into a relaxed pose as her eyes stared into the licking hot flames of their fire. Her chest was still exposed, but the cool night air was welcoming against her soft features. She could feel the kiss of the wind caress her body as she laid there and quietly looked into the fire.

It was then she was given a cup of nuts from her sister who seemed to enjoy watching her feast, even motioning that she had sauce splattered across her face that looked like blood or something else. Vyeer rolled her eyes, "That's how a true Dragoon should eat, Sister. I am of course namely titled The Eater of All." She would say with a gesture of her hand as if it was common for someone like her to eat in such a way. With the palm of her hand, she would sweep it across her mouth, smearing the dark lipstick and the contents of sauce from her lips and around her mouth only to have it sticking to her hands and fingers which were already filthy from the hunt and then while she was eating. 

"The only thing that would complete this evening is perhaps a nice hot bath, like the ones we used to have together when we were little. We are still on the island but I am not sure if this forest has a lake somewhere." The woman would have stood up, but her belly was full and her body was tired.

Her eyes were almost sheepish as she rolled one leg across Erith's leg almost to pin it down. She would lean a little against her arm and held a hand over her wound to see if it was clotting up. She did need something of a bath, but she was far too comfortable to move from her spot. So she would sit and lean against Erith, her sister, as she would tilt her head and lay it across her shoulder.

"I am not an evil woman, am I, Sister?"

[Korra]

Erith only smiled when asked about her eating habits.  Her nature as a minimalist naturally contributed to her lack of desire for food, but in general, Erith didn't have many grand or ambitious desires or pleasures.  There was nothing wrong in her mind with eating only what she needed to survive. "Vyeer, I've never had an interest in men-- Perhaps I'm still young?" Erith asked naively, whether she was young or not certainly had nothing to do with that, but the girl who didn't understand things like courtship rituals or peer bonding was clearly oblivious.  As the runt, Erith didn't have many chances to socialize, she was kept in the back of their home, sequestered away in fear that other families might see her as some sign of weakness or symbol of their bloodline failing.  It gave her a chance to develop her skills in crafting but not much else.

"Plus am I not very attractive as I am Sister?~"  She asked with a flirty wink blowing Vyeer a sweet kiss full of innocent temptation.  It was childish but her grown physique made it that much more alluring.  Erith was cute and sweet, but there was naturally fire and passion in there somewhere, it showed in her work after all.

Though the talk of titles and names made Erith's smile a bit sad.  Her sister was the Eater of all certainly, but it always made her think back to her own, the Living Disaster, the Walking Calamity.  A title riddled with the misfortune of her nature as a Dragoon to create mayhem and pandemonium by existing. "Mm... You did well."  She spoke with a nod, lifting a gentle hand to stroke her sister's hair in gentle praise, her sister did eat everything in front of her after all, that was something to be thankful for.  Though she was still wounded, she at least seemed well enough to be relaxed which was a relief.

"You're not evil.  You're my best, most favorite sister."  She whispered in praise when Vyeer swung a leg over her own.  She didn't hesitate to try and take both of her sister's legs and swing them over her lap, practically trying to pull Vyeer into her soft lap and bring the girl's head to rest against her comfortably.  The soft soothing gesture of being gingerly supported by her arm that stroked her bare back was followed by the tender touch of the other stroking her stomach as if trying to help her full belly settle.

The talk of a bath fortunately helped Erith perk up.  The thought of creating and building anything was always such an easy way to cheer her up.  She began to consider how best to make one, but in the end, the environment just didn't seem to support it for now.  She'd have to reconsider after finding the proper materials or location.  Instead, she buried her face in Vyeer's hair as she spoke to her gingerly. "Well, I'll figure out the bath situation later.  For now, how about you come to bed with me?" She whispered nuzzling her cheek into her sister's curls affectionately as she spoke.  They could think about their next move in the morning she thought, for now, there was no reason they couldn't rest after such a crazy day.

[DaniMalice]

The petting of her fire-like hair was much like how mother did long ago when she was still a hatchling. The memory had stoked a flame of a memory long thought parted from her mind. And it had filled her with great sadness when she plunged the Glaive straight through her belly when she had to fight her off when she was dealing with Father. Her heart would have pounded, her palms would be wet with sweat, she would feel the tightness in her chest and throat. But she didn't experience any of those things as the memory was once more pushed back and all her woes felt washed away with the gentle and easy strokes coming from her sister's hand.

The subtle smile remained upon her lips when Erith mentioned her attractiveness, she didn't quite understand how to follow up that question with an answer. She was her sister, she had redeeming qualities and if she was being honest, she was probably the better looking of the two. Sure, she was the Disaster Dragoon, the Walking Calamity, yet she was beautiful and colorful and so cheerful. She didn't see the light like Vyeer had seen her in. Radiance and splendor...and warm, and soft and...

She could feel Erith's hand on her belly, her stomach was settling from the large meal and the digesting of all that meat and bone in thick sauces. Vyeer could have been lulled into a deep sleep with the petting of her hair and back, her hand on her belly, the atmosphere and the growing calmness in the forest. It was silent and still, not even the owls had been hooting. Perhaps the animals in the woods could sense the women's true nature that they were predators?

Vyeer snuggled more into Erith's body, soft sighs escaping her lips as her eyes blinked a few times. She lost a moment of time between her breathing and laying her head upon Erith's shoulder. She was pulled away by sleep as the crackling flame was stoked by falling debris and the sound of her sister's voice asking if her to come to bed with her.

The notion was all too pleasant, and in her current state, she could sleep a full week. But being on the ground of mortals and man, and with their heads possibly mounting a bounty they could not afford to remain in one place too long. Her legs shifted as they both stood up, Vyeer had found it difficult to stand with a belly full of food but also from fatigue. Erith was a doll in helping her, one arm over her shoulder and the other around her waist. The two girls giggled as they moved towards the robust looking tent, once again admiring her sister's crafting ability.

"I suppose you have the more practical ability to survive out on your own. To have the gifts that you do, I would trade any number of mine for just one of yours." As they entered from the flap, it felt cozy and warm. How she was able to do all this with such little time made her wonder how far and extensive her training in these crafts went, even more so since she could make full course meals out of a malnourished deer. She looked to the ground and found a single sleeping bag woven in intricate and colorful detail. At least it could fit them both comfortably, it would not be the first time they would have slept in the same bed.

But they were much older now as opposed to then, sometimes during the Hunts, Vyeer would be gone for weeks at a time but she would spend every moment she could at Erith's side just watching her work when she could. There was a sudden alluring feeling coming from this soft sleeping bag she created. Vyeer gave an unmistakable yawn and then slowly her arms began to move across her belly. Belts, leather, and her skirt seemingly fell from her waist as stood naked.

She softly turned to her sister with a smile and brushed the hair off her shoulders with the back of her hand, "I suppose we'll be sleeping together once again like old times, Sister." They had seen each other naked more times than she could count when they were younger and quite a few more times as adults, but this was different somehow especially with the growing fondness she had for Erith. As much as she wanted to be with her, she also wanted to stay away for fear of breaking some boundaries.

Vyeer softly moved in the dim light of the tent, crossed her legs and shuffled her body within the large sleeping bag. She leaned down and twisted her body and anchored her cheek upon the palm of her hand and swept a hand over the fabric surface of the ground as if calling her sister to her to enjoy the warmth with her. 

[Korra]

With Vyeer drifting away into sleep, Erith grew sharper, her mind thinking up a variety of things that needed to be done, things she needed to make things better, materials, locations, important tools.  These things slowly formed a list in her head as she evaluated the most important things she couldn't take with her during their escape.  In her home, though a hole in the wall of her family's majestic house it might be, had been stuffed to the limit with things taken from the outside world to facilitate her crafting.  None of which she could bring with her to help her in this time of crisis.

While Vyeer was awed by her ability to produce something from nothing, had she been alone, Erith would have sneered at her own creations and opted to make nothing instead.  Such low quality products were beneath her... But they were unfortunately a necessity at the moment.  Such a thought made Erith's brow furrow, but at the same time caused her to sigh and shake her head.  The only time she'd get serious was thinking about her craft wasn't it?  Realizing that herself, she smiled faintly, glad she had something to take her mind off the horror of the moment as her sister drifted in and out of sleep while she rubbed her belly.

It was only when Vyeer finally stood up at her suggestion that she supported her sister inside.  Her sister undressing, but not alone, Erith herself did the same as well, with her arms spread in a lazy stretch, a soft yawn coming from her brought on by Vyeer's.  Unlike Vyeer though, Erith's clothes seemed to have a life of their own.  As if coming to life, the fabric suddenly became a bright and vibrant yellow as it came to life.  Unraveling, slipping from her body like a loyal companion before curling up in the corner of the camp like a guard dog.  It left Erith in only her golden bangles, accessories she wore carved with a variety of symbols and rarely took off.

"It's different though Vyeer.  Slaves can survive-- Pets can survive.  For all of the things I can do, you still ended up getting hurt because of me, Everyone ended up getting hurt because of me-- Someone always ends up getting hurt.  All because I'm not strong enough to clean up after myself." She explained with a burdened breath.  When Vyeer beckoned for her to join her though, Erith only giggled brightly sliding down with her sister.  Slipping into the sleeping bag with a childish shimmy that shook her soft curves with every bit she managed to wiggle in. 

Relaxing in the comfort of the fabric, she nodded tenderly to her sister before trying to lean in closer.  Suddenly grabbing for her sister, she began slowly wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace.  "You'll have to wrap me up tightly to keep me warm if it's like old times."  She tried to whisper into Vyeer's neck as she held her sister close to her body, enough to share the warmth of her skin with her.  Playfully demanding her sister spoil her while they slept.

[DaniMalice]

The soft curve of the right side of her lip curled, the subtle smile on her pale lips as her little sister wiggled between the fabrics slipping in easily beside her. The clothing she wore had almost a mind of their own. She was not without defense, her very clothing acted like an aegis to her body protecting her from the elements and much more. She had seen it often, whether it was on purpose or by accident, that very fabric would fight her enemy or whatever seemed to deem harm to her, wrapping in ghostly sheets of fabric, pulling and yanking over the surface until they were dragged down to the ground or suffocated.

Her skills unique, much more mystical in her crafting than many others in their family of warmongers and material iron. Perhaps Erith didn't need Vyeer, despite each of them being their favorite sister, could they survive on without the other? It was hard to imagine, but Vyeer knew the quick answer to that. It was a solid no. She could not live without Erith, it would have been like removing the heart from her body or ripping out her essence. It could not be done and so long as Erith was there, anything she would do would be to honor to the younger sister.

Their legs had formed something of a pretzel in the sleeping bag when Erith wiggled in. There were warmth and protection, happiness and something else. When Erith had come close to her, she rested her head down beside her as their bodies got so close and then all that warmth and heat slowly filled up their bodies as the gap between closed on them. The shuddering of the night and the cold air could not penetrate their tent and the low level of light was more of an ambient feeling as they lay together.

They were simply entwined with one another, her sister almost demanding her to do as she did for the warmth. It was cute, and she would not complain. Vyeer's longer arms reached over one shoulder and the other rested on her belly just below the soft, modest curves of her chest. The moment her head pressed to her neck, Vyeer shifted her head and came down softly, her chin sitting just above her forehead as they rested.

Despite being so sleepy earlier, Vyeer felt more energy in her now that the consumed meat had given her a sudden burst of energy. She twisted lightly and came down as her legs fondly rubbed against Erith's leg. Her knee began to bend so she could get a little more comfortable before she felt her knee lay on her inner thigh. "Sorry..." Vyeer would apologize for the sudden intrusion, but her leg remained there and there was a puff of breath that seemed to escape from her moist mouth that she had yet to realize.

Her hand moved and arched towards her sister, fingers curled and swept through the long tendrils of bright colored hair. Even in the still ambient light, the shimmering and silky wavy strands would not be doused by such darkness. But she could see the soft glow in Erith's eyes as they looked at one another. Her thumb pressed against Erith's cheek and she would draw her in a little closer, "Sister..."

Feelings took control over her body, her knee shifted once more along Erith's inner thigh until the point of the bone had been pushed into her core and her head pushed down until their lips would meet briefly. Was it a kiss? She didn't make a motion for it to happen as so it was just flesh upon lip but no movement. Vyeer motioned again, her body then repositioning until she lay upon her sister. Their chests pressed into one another and she dug down deep with her lower body pressing it into Erith as her mind swam. This was wrong on so many different levels. Their bloodline was one and the same, these taboo feelings that drew her to Erith as if she was being called by her sister's alluring eyes and mouth. "Sister..." her words were more like a moan now as she came down with her heavyweight against Erith and pushed her lips to her once again, a single flowing kiss formed between the two before she jerked her head back, eyes wide with an apology as she had done something unforgivable.

She couldn't take her eyes off of Erith though, she wanted more but at the same time, what they were doing. No, what SHE was doing was probably an offense to their bloodline. They were sisters and yet she was compelled to rub her body against hers nor could she feel the quelling feeling between her legs, it was just too damn intense and felt too good to stop. But how did Erith feel about this?

[Korra]

Erith was comfortable, her skin warm, her heart settled.  There was peace in her spirit and mind at least for the moment.  Those chaotic thoughts about what had happened, those serious thoughts about crafting materials and tools were pushed to the back for now.  She could just be happy in this type of situation.  She felt herself getting warm, half from her sister's skin, half from the warmth of the fabrics against her.  It let her settle a bit more, her shoulders slowly falling and relaxing.

The brush of Vyeer's knee though made her shudder a little.  The soft feeling of her sister getting closer to that place made her twitch faintly.  A little surprised, when her sister apologized though she relaxed again.  A gentleness in her smile as she shook her head to show her sister was nothing wrong.  No words needed, just soft and telling gestures as she snuggled back in.  The yellow color of her eyes slowly fading as a purple rose to the surface, comfortable, happy.  This was the bliss she'd hoped to find after all of the panic earlier.

Though that changed when she felt a kiss making her eyes open and become a little more alert.  Like a doe caught in headlights, she was surprised, surprise was all that showed on her face even as her knee touched at her core making her shiver.  Her breath becoming weighted as she exhaled against her sister's lips looking up at her. "Vyeer?"  She asked, suddenly, finally unable to just let things happen naturally, she had to ask, confused, perplexed as her sister kissed her softly.  It made her blink, trying to process what was happening.  It was a disaster, though not quite the one that had happened at home to create this mess, it was similar.  As if Purple had gotten to Vyeer as well.

Searching her sister's eyes, to make sure the woman she came to know was still there, the woman who cared about her was still in there.  Erith was relieved when it seemed like it wasn't the result of her abilities.  Her smile softening and the confusion in her eyes fading quickly.  As long as Vyeer was okay, what was important about the rest?

Unlike Vyeer there wasn't much resistance or hesitation in Erith's gaze, her mind not thinking of things like bloodline or how bad this was.  Instead, she just thought of happiness, of her sister being happy, about having fun.  As a disaster, as a calamity, consequences were something she naturally neglected in the heat of the moment, that she forgot easily if she didn't concentrate.  "Vyeer, if you wanted to kiss, you coulda told me~" She spoke with a sweet giggle, focusing on completely the wrong part of things.  While Vyeer's thoughts might be filled with desires for her sister, Erith simply understood her sister's actions as an innocent desire for attention and kisses.

Yes, that was what it was, she confirmed for herself.  Without hesitating she pulled Vyeer down with her.  Though she wasn't strong, she grabbed Vyeer possessively, leaning up to kiss her sister happily.  First just a sweet and gentle contact, kissing her softly at first, pleased with herself, wondering if it made Vyeer happy.  Seeing the woman's face though, seeing her fighting the temptation and mistaking that for something else, Erith wondered what it could be.  Perhaps she wanted something stronger?  That thought made Erith smile, a familiar and harrowing phrase coming from her lips as she whispered into Vyeer's. "Oh!  I get it... Something like--"  She started grabbing her sister with a bit more strength, pressing her lips to her older sister's fiercely.

Vyeer was strong after all, a gentle kiss that Erith liked might not be the same for a strong warrior like Vyeer right?  For it to have the same effect from someone fragile like her, she'd need to try harder right?  This naive and silly thinking process caused Erith to give her sister a deeper more passion filled kiss.  Suckling at her lips sweetly as she tried to pull her sister down to her side, if she could she'd try to push Vyeer down instead!  A kiss that someone strong would like would have to be equally strong!

[DaniMalice]

"E-Erith!" It was shocking, she was bewildered and dazed like lightning crashing down into her. When her softness was replaced with a more fierce grab, her tits jiggled side to side before she felt her entire backside fall into the ground. When she looked back up, Erith was hovering over her and her mouth hot and hard pressed against her lips.

Vyeer's eyes remained opened and wide as the two exchanged a more passionate, raw kiss. Her hands lifted from the bedding and she folded them over her sister's neck, her legs began to wiggle free as they spread out as Erith sank low and deep. They kissed with a much more raw feeling that was more than just sisterly love. This is the type of thing you did with a lover, or a partner, not your own flesh and blood.

With her knees bent and her feet flat on the ground, Vyeer could only moan through the pressing of their lips. Their hot bodies tangled as their chests collided with one another. From the arm lock she had over her neck, the Miasma Dragoon's hands danced down over the soft pale flesh of her shoulders before finding their way over her back and pressing down while one hand slipped over her arm and she gently rolled her finger over the modest bust of her sister.

Vyeer could feel the tingling sensation between her legs tighten and moisten from the actions that provoked what was happening. She would lift her head and tilt it back as she would roll her lower half into the core of her sister, the two bodies coming down against one another in an almost grinding fashion. It had elicited several moans from Vyeer as she would sit up on one elbow while the other hand gripped Erith by the neck and pressed her face into her chest.

"Sister...!" She encouraged the following actions, whatever it was that was driving her to do so, she could not stifle the moans and cries that came from her mouth. The ambient flickering of light cascading over them. The sleeping bag twisted and contorted with their bodies, Vyeer felt uncontrollable forces of spasm as she jerked her body up and down wanting to find pleasure against that sweet, soft and delicate body of her sister.

She would bite down on her lip, enough so it made her teeth taint with a redness of the color of her blood. She would snake her hand down over a breast and grab the meaty portion and pull lightly at the sensitive nipple. She could feel the passing of a tremor through her body that washed over her in euphoric waves. It was close to an orgasm, but she had never felt something like that before. In all instances, she might have been a virgin- but that was a mystery mostly to most people especially with the mixed rumors that she slept around.

There was no experience in her hands as they acted on just impulses. She would reach and pull, gnash her mouth down into Erith's, whatever fleshy bits she could grab and hold onto, among them her hips which she wanted to drive into her pelvis harder and harder. She couldn't handle the sensation anymore, and she quickly buried one hand between the two bodies and she aggressively stuck her fingers into her own pussy and began to thump. "Sister...I can't stop~" And she couldn't. The more her fingers sank knuckle deep into her own flesh, the more that aggression and need came out of her. She nearly growled at her sister needing whatever this feeling was to be fulfilled! She would slap Erith's ass, the sound hot in the tent as her wet fingers slowly crawled back out of the sleeping bag. She could smell her essence all over her fingers and she would twist her hand back over Erith's breast to sink deep into her flesh, needing and desiring this carnal pleasure which she could no longer hold at bay. Sister or not. 

[Korra]

Erith couldn't help her breath catching as she shuddered.  Hearing her sister call her name was nothing new, but it seemed heated, stronger.  She couldn't help surprise washing over her when her sister began to grind against her, feeling her core grinding against Vyeer made her shudder and shake for a moment, her delicate fingers grasping at Vyeer tightly in reaction, in her confusion.  Her sister was so desperate, so needy.  With shaky and uneven breaths, Erith let out a soft pant before finally biting her lip.

The smell of her sister's fingers was foreign and familiar, the scent filling the sleeping bag as well.  For someone like Erith who the family never paid attention to, it was natural she spent a long time alone exploring things.  Unfortunately it always was alone, she couldn't call herself experienced but at least seemed moreso then her sister.  It made Erith bite her lip as she looked down at the girl touching and grinding so desperately.  Erith couldn't help feeling a bit of sympathy, a bit of concern.  Vyeer seemed to be in pain, misunderstanding her desperate desire as one that was filled with ache and discomfort, she whispered sweetly to her sister with a reassuring smile.  "It's okay Vyeer.  It's okay... C-Can I help?"  She asked, her voice shake-y and uncertain as she spoke.

Slowly she too slipped an uncertain hand down between them, but unlike Vyeer her target wasn't herself.  Instead, a careful and cautious finger suddenly touched at Vyeer's pink slit.  Gingerly at first, as she watched her sister's expression carefully.  "Like this?  Is this better?"  She asked in a sweet whine as her soft fingertips began idly stroking her sister's moist lips.  Delicately caressing them as she pressed her soft body down against her sister's.  That slap making her bite her lip before she began to stroke her a bit more fiercely.  Her soft fingers trying to dig into her meaty core gingerly spreading her lips as if worried she'd do something wrong.  "H-How about this?  Is this good?"  She asked in a hushed whine still.

All the while she wrapped her legs around one of Vyeer's softly grinding against it.  The soft smooth feeling of her sister's slender legs against her core made her shudder.  Vyeer would be able to feel the warmth of her own core pressed tightly to her soft thigh.  The slow gentle grinding of skin on sensitive skin as it grew more moist.

When Vyeer grabbed her soft chest she couldn't help letting out a soft squeak in reaction before panicking as she tried to respond reassuringly.  "I-It's okay see?  I'm helping-- I'm helping so you're okay~"  She reassured even as those soft fingers of her sank deeper into her pink slit in an effort to comfort her.

[DaniMalice]

From her waist down she could feel the flow of energy and the need to get something out of her. But those fingers that traced the walls of her pussy came out to be much more than she had expected. She could not stop her body from moving and twitching with pleasure, the more those fingers sank deep down into her core, the more her body reacted. First, the moans got louder, until they were not moans but grunts. Then the grunts turned into exhausted pants as her body lifted and fell back down as if Erith's fingers were rubbing deeper and deeper.

Her back arched and she felt her sister above her weighing her down. Her dark nipples hardened from the unfolding events and her legs became moist. She would pull Erith's hair as her nails and fingers would crawl through her head. The pleasing sounds of 'Yes' came with each question posed from her sister.

It was like she was part of the Hunt again. The feeling was the same, adrenaline pumping through her body, the warm feeling between her legs. It was an orgasm waiting to explode and show itself. "Faster!" Came her voice, an unexpected demand from the elder sister as she squirmed beneath Erith. Her fingers were knuckled deep, loosening the flesh between her legs until they were forced out with a gush of pleasure and wetness.

She didn't know what happened, but it traveled from the base of her skull, down her back and between her legs. There was a sudden dampness between her legs as she felt her pussy squirt and her body turned into a ragged mess. Her chest would move up and down as she lay there, one hand over her forehead as she rested but she would lean upwards from the pin as Erith sat in her lap. Her arms moved around her sister's waist as their lips met once more, a kiss that was hot and unquenchable. There was more to be desired, but she felt it was a bit onesided.

She would fling the sleeping bag cover away from their bodies, an apparent dark splotch between Vyeer's legs where she gushed her first orgasm. She didn't care about anything else, and her fingers found flesh over flesh as she rolled her fingers over Erith's exposed nipples. They were so tender, so pink and colorful. Her pale flesh was mesmerizing. She had a beautiful sister, not this hard body she had.

Vyeer would move her fingers towards her mouth, saliva and spit gathered as she shoved it between Erith's legs, "I can't believe I am fucking my sister right now." Her words were low, yet had a bite and crisp to it as she made the comment towards Erith. The sudden and strong language was muffled by a kiss that was mixed with a naughty tongue while her fingers jerked inside and out of Erith's tight little hole. "Is this how you did it? How you made me make a mess?" Her fingers were anything but uniform, but she just imagined it was the same way Erith did her and unable to tell if it pleased her sister or how she wanted to be pleased.

"Just tell me what you want, Sister. I will fulfill it."

[Korra]

Erith endeavored to give her sister all the help she might need.  Soft panting breaths coming from her lips as she continued to tease her insides.  Though the moment she made the demand for faster, Erith smiled softly as her movements quickened to help her sister get the relief she needed.  Softly pressing her body to her sister's as they continued, when she felt her sister clench up she quickly realized what had happened.  It made her cheeks a bit pink from shyness, she'd helped her sister certainly, but would she be mad?

Biting her lip when Vyeer sat up, feeling her sister's fingers at her crotch as well made her stiffen suddenly.  Biting a bit more fiercely to keep in her cute words, letting out only muffled whines and squeals as her sister felt around inside.  She couldn't help nodding her head though as she settled into her sister's soft chest, burying her face in her breasts as she tried to relax and stay calm.  It was only when her sister asked her what she needed that she finally opened her eyes and smiled a bit even if the edge of her smile twitched into an occasional grin.

"G-Gentler.  Much gentler..."  She whispered her demand, urging her sister to slow down and play with her gently.  After all, she was a delicate flower.  In Vyeer's lap, Erith began to gingerly grind her delicate waist against her sister.  Rolling her hips gently with Vyeer's actions letting out such sweet heart melting coos with every soft movement.  Her soft panting could be heard readily, even her blushing face wasn't hard to notice despite her efforts to bury it in Vyeer's chest.

When she finally made it to climax herself, she couldn't help shuddering and shaking.  Her body shivered, her toes even curled as she rested more weight against Vyeer.  Closing her eyes tightly she couldn't help panting as the soft cooing turned into lewd whines and squeals.  The moisture ran down Vyeer's fingers, staining her lap, but Erith seemed satisfied, a content smile on her face that didn't last long after looking up at Vyeer who seemed determined to fulfill her wish.  Biting her lip, Erith did have more she wanted after all.  "You... Just don't be mean.  There are other things~"  She explained while trying to catch her breath.

Vyeer did say to just tell her what she wanted.  In reaction she tried to gingerly push her sister back down. "Just lay down, and show it to me~  There is something I want to do." She spoke, though clearly still a little shy and sheepish she was able to lead Vyeer into revealing herself completely.  Erith took that chance to get a good look at her sister.  From her head to toes, and everywhere, everything in between she wanted to see it all.  Only when she was satisfied did she finally slip closer once more.  With heated breaths she slipped closer until her tender pink slit was pressed tightly to her sister's wedging herself between her sister's legs with a soft squeak.