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Soul Calibur: Alexandra	By : mogroxit Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 10156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Soul Calibur: Alexandra
- 2-Cassandra's Habit
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Cassandra twisted and turned on her bed. She had hoped to take things in moderation just as she and Sophitia had talked about earlier, but the urge was simply too strong. With a sigh, she stood up beside her bed and hurriedly removed her nightwear along with her undergarment. Reaching under her bed, she pulled a lacquered, mahogany box, and quickly opened it. The silk cloth wrapped around the box�s curious content fluttered silently on her bed, and she immediately let her hands inspect the toy � a simple token of thanks from a grateful merchant she had saved from bandits when she had inadvertedly ventured into what was part of what they called the Silk Road.
Calling it merely a �toy� was inadequate. It was a tool that she had gotten used to and, frankly, a necessity for her at times like this. Her fingers traced the length of polished, carved ivory and her breath quickened with anticipation as she carefully licked the tip of the ersatz phallus.
�Mmm.� The feel of the hard ivory object as she engulfed more and more of its length inside her hungry mouth sent shivers of excitement coursing through her nubile body. It was tasteless, but her memories of a certain blacksmith was enough to allow her mind to supply the missing details as she substituted his for the imitation she eagerly worked with her tongue using her imagination. Her grip on the ivory shaft tightened as she slowly pushed and pulled it out of her warm mouth and let her tongue dance deftly along its smooth surface. She increased her pace, swirling spit as her tongue worked the ivory tool with an expertise that betrayed the tomboyish attitude she normally adopted. Not content with the level of excitement she was experiencing, she sent her left hand southward, confident that her equally skillful hand would be enough to sate the woman in her�
"Unh... mmm�."
It wasn�t enough; she needed more.
Cassandra withdrew the ivory phallus from her mouth and, with hardly a thought, sent it south to twix her nethers. A long, drawn out groan escaped her lips as she fed the
spit-covered length of ivory slowly into her expectant womanhood. She giggled, slightly amused at the fact that the inner muscles of her sheath constricted in such a way that when she pulled it out, her muscles would tug at the fake penis and try to keep it in. Gods, she needed this! She had little problem with Sophitia telling her to be more discreet with her �personal activity� � a minor disagreement which arose when Cassandra had accidentally left her �toy� beside the baking pin � but no one was going to stop her from having a little fun on her personal time after everything that had happened.
Soon, she got into a pretty good pace, jamming the substitute penis with abandon in her lust-laden vagina. She let the fingers of her left hand pinch and tease her erect nipples. Her breathing quickened, and she felt like howling � in two separate occasions in her travels, she witnessed women do so in the heat of their coupling � but she was careful to keep her moans low lest she invite her sister�s unwanted attention.
Ah, her sister. During their talk of moderation and discretion earlier by the pool, Sophitia herself had confessed that she would seek to alleviate her urges as a woman in privacy once in while. This was a surprise to Cassandra and she saw her sister in an entirely new light� well, not entirely. It wasn�t a complete shock that Sophitia, who possessed a body and face that could turn men�s heads and likely made her the object of many a wet dream, would have the same erotic practices as her. Sophitia was older, had traveled longer and, probably, seen more things than her. Cassandra suspected certain things. What sort of things did Sophitia and Rothion do when they coupled? How many men had Sophitia been with? These questions were a given to Cassandra and whenever she remembered them, she would develop a little, passing disdain for her sister.
Hmmph she probably comes like a geyser and smells like sex all over when she wakes up in the morning� that�s why she bathes so early everyday, Cassandra thought to herself. That�s right. Who was Sophitia trying to fool? Hah! She masturbates more times than me! With a naughty body like that, Sophitia�s probably a closet narcissist. That sensual body of hers�
Cassandra�s musings were interrupted when she finally became aware of what she had done to herself as her body tensed up and the all-too-familiar sensation rose from her depths. While she had been thinking of her sister, she had gone faster than the pace she had set and brought herself over the brink sooner than she had planned to. Her right hand no longer held the ivory piece, and was in fact clutching at the bed sheet tightly. Her left hand was practically squeezing the life out of her left breast at that point, and her mouth was wide open. She shuddered and raised her pelvis in the air, and the remainder of the ivory phallus that was still exposed twitched as a series of complex contractions in her vaginal walls signaled the release that she had worked herself towards to.
Within moments it was over. She collapsed back down on the bed, panting, but not nearly spent enough as she would�ve liked. It was too soon. She had wanted to keep herself on the edge for as long as she could so that she could cum harder like she always did. With some disappointment, she finally pulled the ivory penis out with hardly any resistance from her pussy. She brought her toy to her face and proceeded to clean it, her tongue sliding across its slick length coated with her own feminine juices. Well, it wasn�t a complete waste; she still tasted great. She took the ivory penis into her mouth and with audible slurps, sucked greedily, savoring the taste of her own womanhood.
�� wonder how she tastes�� Cassandra muttered absent-mindedly before twirling her tongue around the crown of the mock penis.
Then she caught herself, stopping as the full import of what she had just said was finally registered by her brain. Did she just think aloud how Sophitia tasted?!
Certainly, as she had discovered in her travels, there were women who were comfortable with the company of other women. But she doubted her sister was that open-minded� or was she? There was that foreign girl in red that accompanied her home when she returned from her quest the first time, seven years ago. The foreigner was swatted in a garment that covered her body in full, but, at the same time, left little to the imagination. It was possible that she had only imagined it, but back then Cassandra could have sworn that Sophitia and the stranger had shared a knowing look between them before parting. She had always wondered if Sophitia had made friends, and what sort of bonds were forged during that sacred mission from the gods.
Still, she found it curious that her thoughts had strayed to Sophitia. Cassandra wasn�t clueless and knew deep down that part of the reason she had tried her best all this time was in fact due to envy: Sophitia was a rival she wanted to surpass. Maybe she was irritated with Sophitia every now and then because she wanted her older sister to recognize her as an equal? No, she was still at a loss for why she had thought of Sophitia while she was busy pleasuring herself. The only thing she was certain of was that she loved her older sister and her younger brother with all her heart.
Still in the midst of trying to rationalize why she came at the thought of her older sister, Cassandra�s ears took note of some faints sounds: the creaking of wood and heavy breathing. She sat up trying to ascertain the source. She hurriedly tied back her hair � damp with perspiration and matted to her face � and wrapped a blanket around her body for some modesty. She ventured out from her room with sword and shield in hand, intent on getting the drop on the intruders who would dare break into their home while everyone slept.
It didn�t take her two steps to realize that the door to Sophitia�s room was ajar, the oil lamp in her room was still burning bright when it shouldn�t, and� and there was something else. She crept silently closer until she could finally make out Sophitia biting her pillow, and her bust exposed. A few steps more, and Cassandra finally found herself at the threshold of her sister�s room. She could�ve gone in with ease, but she was frozen in place as her eyes took in what was happening � what her older sister and younger brother were doing together.
Cassandra watched the �Champion of the Gods� buck back her posterior like some trollop while the previously-unassuming baker lad held her hips with both hands and did some thrusting of his own. Cassandra had to admit that the sight was starting make her own blood run faster. Quietly, she put down her armaments and let herself be taken in with the unexpected erotic display, an errant hand wandering to her own chest. From the sounds of it, the couple was close to finishing.

�C-Cassandra! I can explain. This isn�t what it looks!�
Cassandra smirked. The panic in Sophitia�s voice was evident and, she would have words with her older sister later. Right now, she was more interested in her younger brother, who had finally gotten off their sister and sat on the edge of her bed with a resigned expression. Cassandra thought that the downcast look he affected was unbecoming considering how vigorous� how manly he was earlier. She was quick to note his flaccid member and found it strange that Sophitia had seemingly kept on her underwear when they had coupled. Plenty of ideas were swimming inside Cassandra�s head, but for now she settled on one in particular. With mischief apparent in her smile, she sauntered towards her siblings.
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Author's Note:
Sorry, it took so long. I decided to break Chapter 2 into two separate chapters since I still can't decide on how to end this.
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