Mylan and Sylan, two brothers from my other series The Sixth Prince, may finally give in to their lusts...
THIS ISN'T THE WHOLE STORY! It's a teaser of an idea I had while writing my other series! Based on your feedback, I may finish this story for my fans. Either way, I am still continuing to work on The Sixth Prince!
“I love your hair; you should let it down more”
“I hate your hair; you should hack at it with a brush.”
Sylan’s laugh danced through the air. “I do.” His sly hand quickly loosened the knot that held his twin’s braided hair. Mylan felt him, but let him. The pressure eased as it unravelled in his fingers.
For once in a very long time, the two brothers looked identical; their differences could never be told of or seen at that moment. Ever since birth, they both shared the exact shade of rich ruby skin that grew in intensity around their bodies’ sensitive areas. Their slender ears peeked out from beneath their long inky hair, which fell past their slim shoulders and hung around their waists. They both had the same dark, nearly black eyes as they looked at each other in a mild fascination. Beside them, their identical, slender tails that naturally grew dark crimson at the arrowed tip, swayed timidly in the still air. The same blush of deep red shadowed the powerful muscles in their demonic figures. Sylan might say that they looked almost human. Mylan would be quick to correct him.
Sylan grinned at his twin in admiration; it wasn’t often that his counterpart relaxed and let himself wind down. Mylan huffed in annoyance as stray, frizzy black strands fell across his face.
“Lay down and rest, it will calm you.”
He was greeted by a dark glare, though they both knew it was an empty threat. Slowly, Mylan complied and softly leaned back on their freshly made bed.
With a heavy breath, the demon gazed up at the dark, obsidian ceiling of the dome they lived in and then causally rolled onto his side. He watched as Sylan straightened up a few loose, greatly aged spell books that had fallen to the side on their shelf. Curiously, he paused and studied one closely. Sylan tossed it behind him to his twin. Mylan reached to the side and examined it with mild interest.
“I got you something” Sylan smiled back at him.
“I was there when you got it...” Mylan spoke flatly.
The other demon sighed and casually leaned back against the curved wall of the dome shaped room in remembrance.
They had gone for a stroll through the plaza while it was busiest, chatting and glancing at the many shops and carts. A particular object had caught Sylan’s eye, so he went to inspect it. Mylan, as usual, had followed him. After all, they couldn’t wander too far apart without showing signs of heartbreak or insanity; shared the same soul. From the day they were born, they were inseparable.
Though he had been very near, Mylan hadn’t seen exactly what his brother had collected, for it he had already slipped it inside the fabric of his royal coat. But however fast he had been, Mylan was still perfectly aware that he had gotten something.
On the bed, Mylan was already flipping through the rough pages of the thick, leather backed novel.
“Ah,” He commented, “The Dark Arts, advanced, focusing on defence?”
Sylan bowed cockily.
“Incredible... Tell me,” He closed the book with a small thud and studied the carvings on the cover, “How did you identify it?”
“I used your knowledge.”
“Brilliant... You have my gratitude.” A small smile crept across his face as the grooves of the complex symbols with his fingertips.
Sylan beamed, seeing his brother express his pleasure. “I am pleased you like it.”
The mattress dipped downward as Sylan joined him on their bed. Mylan glanced up from his gift as his twin shuffled closer. His heat was close enough to feel and his eyes glimmered of mischief. A homely calmness drifted over them and they both became entranced in each other’s gaze.
“Sylan?” Mylan inquired nervously; the irrationality and seduction in the atmosphere was becoming too strong for his comfort. “Control yourself, please. You know your nature...” He sat up in rebellion.
“Mmm I know...” Sylan leaned nearer, making his twin fall back and support himself on his elbows. “But you know you wish to try it...” His hand fell upon Mylan’s cheek and his breath hushed to a whisper. “Just once...”
Mylan fell silent. He would have to push his brother off before his mind became completely intoxicated on his lust... but what if this time was... different? What if this time could just be a simple, little, accident? He was exhausted from fighting it for so long... and deep down, it twisted his gut, but he knew Sylan was right...
Sylan... His cleverness, lust for danger, and body kissed with beauty. It would be like making love to himself. Grace, passion, and oh so deliciously dirty. His voce dripped of honey and poison.
Mylan drew in a short breath and exhaled it slowly. Incest... He could feel the pressure of his brother’s form pressed up against his. The warmth. The heat. The fire. His own brother.
The moment of silence stretched on and the intensity grew. Everything was still. Sylan’s soft breath echoed off his neck, his excited nose brushing his skin; begging him, urging him. *Please.*
Sylan faltered. Could he?
This was it. This was the make it or break it moment. He had dragged it on long enough.
Mylan shut his eyes, and in a flash of determination, caught Sylan’s lips in his own.
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