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“He can’t give this to you.”
Lizel jolts, unconsciously lifting her hips as Glotta pushes her legs open further, Lizel’s hands beside her head, clutching the sides of the pillow. Glotta’s hand snakes up and pins her ankle to the edge of the couch, holding her in place.
“What—” Lizel chokes, “do you mean?”
Her breaths grow harder to keep under control with the way Glotta pushes her into the couch with sheer strength, while her other hand thrusts in and out of Lizel’s pussy almost painfully.
She tries to look up through hazy eyes and sees a sinister smile across her sister-in-law’s face.
“He’ll never do this for you,” Glotta says, before forcing a third finger inside Lizel, stretching her until it burns, before saying, “because you are not the one he loves.”
And Lizel wants to fight it, she wants to protest so badly, because she knows that Jeebh loves her, even if in his own twisted way, like she loves him.
But—
Glotta begins to scissor her fingers, and Lizel squeezes her eyes shut and gasps so dramatically it could sound fake to the other woman. But it doesn’t deter her, it seems, as Glotta keeps flexing her fingers inside Lizel, her ruffled skirt hiked up and moving up and down with the movement, until the younger girl sees stars.
But Jeebh wouldn’t—
With all her might, Glotta pushes her fingers into Lizel so hard that it feels like she’s being punched from within.
Lizel inhales sharply, open-mouthed, a string of spit between her lips.
“That’s it,” Glotta growls. She keeps her pace, still as if Lizel is being hit within, as if this is just another fight for Glotta, another battle to win.
She pictures, briefly, Jeebh’s two-tone, jagged hair, the doll in his hand, slumped against the mirror with his head down, wishing he was someone he’ll never be.
Jeebh—
Another brutal thrust. Lizel’s legs spasm.
Jeebh would never—
A deep, heavy gasp escapes Lizel as she comes, as she trembles around the force of Glotta’s fingers, still moving inside her and not letting up. Maybe they move even faster, as Glotta pulls Lizel’s orgasm out from within her, winning this battle, seeking her prize.
As Lizel tries to calm down, ease her shaking breaths and rabbiting heart, tries to see through the white-hot haze in her sight... she thinks Glotta is wrong.
She looks down between her legs, sees the way Glotta takes in her handiwork, takes in the sight of Lizel in pieces. It takes all of Lizel’s might not to smile.
Lizel always gets what she wants: her and Jeebh on top of the human world, no one to answer to but themselves, but each other. And soon, it will be him between her legs, instead of his wretched sister.
But for now, until Lizel and Jeebh put her in her place, Glotta is an acceptable substitute.
