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And yet, it was not enough, for, when he returned Home from The British Museum, he was a shaking feverish Wretch, needing the last Vial of the accursed Drug. But it was not where he had left it, not in his Drawers or in the Medicine Cabinet. It was gone.
It was gone!
It was in Hazel’s little Hand, and she was sitting on the Dining Room Table, holding it up to the Light.
“Give that to me!” Daniel demanded, seeing her toy with it.
She gave him a smile, soft, easy, childish. She was so small. “Or what? You’re going to take it and then I’ll be left all alone, again, or you’ll kiss me and deny yourself the truth? Boring, boring.”
He didn’t want to think about it, what the ‘Truth’ she implied meant. It was sinful, deranged, evil, and he had the Scars to prove it.
“I need it!” he all but growled. He sounded feral, even to himself.
“Do you now? How badly?”
She uncorked the Bottle. He could smell the sweet Opium from where he stood. Then she tipped the bottle up, into her own mouth, and panic flooded Daniel’s already frayed nerves.
He growled into her Mouth again, differently now, more Animal, as the Laudanum made him dizzy and needy and stupid. It took his control, like always, and it took away the Fear. There was no one else there. They had no servants and Father as away. The Drug was stealing his Mind but he still had enough sense to think on it, to realize that no one would ever have to know. His lust, this obscene thing that no Priest had been able to pray away from him in a Confessional Booth, could be a secret, held within both of their bodies. It was clear that the lust stole Hazel’s innocence as well.
“Daniel!” Hazel whimpered when he left her Mouth to lick at the Laudanum that had spilled down her chin. “Please, please please please.”
Her Pupils were dilated and whatever self restraint she had was gone. She had consumed the Laudanum as well, in a smaller dose, but she was new to it and her body so weak and easily manipulated. He could manipulate it. He could control it. The thought of her on a Sacrificial Table, the pain of her Illness enough to please the Shadows took him, met his Arousal and expanded upon it until his Cock hurt in the confines of his Trousers. He would never, could never, and yet the thought was there. But there was no Shadow, just the Shadow of the Shadow, and there was enough Guilt inside of him to last a lifetime.
He did not care what the pleases meant, not when his Sister’s Legs were wrapping around his Waist and she was humming and moaning at how his Tongue kept shifting downward, how he lapped at her Throat and sucked marks into it. His Hips matched hers in how they moved, without control, Cloth rubbing against Cloth. He needed to be released. So did she. They had been at this dance too long. There were no others that could compare.
CW: incest, drugging, underage
Got a fic out for @eldritchsexual.bsky.social! I love writing for these two and they're so nasty!
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