THE MAGIC MIRROR

Marko looked up at the grey clouds gathering overhead and felt on his face the first drop of rain. At his side, the sergeant clicked his tongue and cursed the weather.

“A storm is brewing,” he said. “I pity you, Marko Manza, for you’ll be soaked to your skin unless you find some shelter in the wild lands. The Captain has a hard heart if he expects you to go out on a night-patrol under this hostile sky.”

“It’s my turn to scout the high ridge,” Marko replied. “So I have to go out, whatever the conditions. But I’ll be alright, I guess, if I can reach the old watchtower before the storm breaks.”

“Go quickly, then,” said the sergeant. “The rain is already upon us.”

Marko saw the speckle of raindrops on his red tunic and smiled grimly. Then, with a wave to the sergeant, he strode off towards the north gate of the fortress.

“Be careful out there!” the sergeant called after him. “Enemy rangers have been seen on the hilltops, so keep a tight grip on your spear!”

Marko turned briefly to lift his spear in farewell, before breaking into a run and disappearing beneath the looming archway of the gate.

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Evening fell quickly in the wilderness, a cloak of shadow veiling the upland paths that led to the high rocky slopes. A steady drizzle began to fall and a strong breeze flowed in from the west. Marko toiled wearily up the stony tracks, glancing anxiously at the darkening sky and wondering when the storm would come. Black night was all around him when he eventually reached the summit of the ridge. He halted for breath, peering back down towards the lowlands, but saw nothing beyond the dark grey rain-curtain.

It was then that the storm broke. A biting rain came lashing down, assailing Marko like a hail of arrows. He ran on, following a twisting path along the ridge, trying to dodge the boulders but tripping many times. His vision was blinded by the rainstorm and his uniform clung to his cold limbs, the wet cloth chilling his bones until his legs ached. Strands of black hair stuck to his brow and pricked his eyes.

On and on he ran, but the storm showed no sign of lessening. A tall dark shape loomed ahead, rising a hundred feet into the night sky: the old watchtower. In ancient days it had guarded the high path, but in recent times it had lain abandoned. The sight of it made Marko’s spirit’s rise. He thought of the leather sack inside his backpack, in which he had carefully stowed flint and dry tinder. With luck, the previous night’s patrol would have left a store of firewood in the tower, in the secret cellar under the floor.

He reached the entrance to the tower and passed swiftly inside, closing the door and shutting out the storm. Glancing around the chamber he saw only shadows along the bare stone walls and, opposite the door, the wooden stairway that climbed to the upper levels. Too relieved to be out of the storm he paid no attention to the candle flickering in a niche at the foot of the stair. Shaking the rain from his hair he unbuttoned his tunic, hanging it on a peg near the door. He kicked off his boots, took off his trousers and pulled a cloak from the leather sack in his pack, wrapping it around his naked body as he stamped his cold feet on the pine-planked floor.

It was then that he became aware of the candlelight and realised that he was not alone. The cloak fell from his shoulders as he reached for his spear. Creeping quietly across the floor, he went to the foot of the stairway and peered upward, seeing a dim yellow glow filtering down from above. There was no sound other than the pounding of his heartbeat.

At that moment the outer door opened and a young woman darted inside, shutting the door quickly behind her. She was about twenty years of age and wore a long hooded cloak of brown leather which she hastily took off to hang on the peg. Her skin was pale and her black hair was cut close to her head. When she found a dripping red tunic on the peg she spun around with a startled cry and saw Marko standing near the stairs. For a brief instant their eyes met across the room. Marko knew that she recognized his uniform, and he in turn noted her outfit of tight-fitting grey breeches and loose green shirt. Before he had chance to issue a challenge the woman reopened the door and dashed out into the stormy darkness

Marko ran to the door, his naked body shivering less with the night-chill than with his surprise and fear at finding the tower occupied by an enemy.

“A Ranger!” he hissed through chattering teeth.

“Halt!” said a female voice behind him.

Turning around, Marko gasped in astonishment, for the woman was now standing on the lower steps of the stairway, a drawn sword in one hand and a dagger in the other. She was tall, almost as tall as he, and her lithe form spoke of strength and agility. She glared at him, her pale face a grimacing mask of hatred, her eyes twinkling like cold blue crystals With her black hair cropped short she looked almost like a boy, but beneath her fierce expression Marko saw that she was very beautiful.

“A curse on your devilry!” he retorted. “How is it that you come behind me, after vanishing into the night only a moment ago? Are you a phantom, or a sorceress?”

The woman stepped off the stair and advanced slowly towards him. Marko had enough experience of soldiering to know that here was an opponent whom he could not defeat in a duel. She exuded the cool confidence of an expert swordmaiden who was accustomed to slaying her foes.

“Go upstairs!” she commanded, standing aside and pointing her sword at his panting belly.

Marko had no choice but to obey. He was neither cowardly nor inept, but there seemed little reason to throw his life away needlessly. Besides, he and his comrades had been warned by their sergeants to never tackle a ranger alone.

He climbed slowly and warily up the stairs, aware of the sword-point behind his thighs as the woman followed him. At the top of the stairway he passed through a door and entered a windowless chamber that had once provided living-quarters for the tower’s garrison. A small fire blazed in the old stone hearth but the room was otherwise bare. Many candles burned in the corners, their yellow light chasing shadows around the walls. Two sheepskin blankets lay together in the middle of the planked floor, and beside them stood two leather bottles and a plate of cold beef. Near the fire a spear and two longbows lay wrapped in a brown leather cloak. Marko noticed that the cloak was dry, and he turned to the woman as she closed the door behind her.

“Surely you are a witch?” he said. “Outside the rainstorm rages, yet your cloak shows no hint of dampness. Was it a trick of my eyes when I saw you dash out of the tower?”

“Sit on the sheepskins!” said the woman, ignoring his questions. “Are you hungry? Help yourself to meat and wine.”

Marko felt the sheepskin soft and warm on his skin as he sat down. Despite his nakedness he needed no blanket, for the fire warmed the room and there was no draught from the doorway. Taking a sip of wine and a mouthful of beef, he stared up at the woman as she stood over him, her sword hovering close to his neck.

“What are you going to do with me?” he inquired.

“That we have yet to decide,” the woman answered.

“We?” asked Marko, giving her a puzzled frown.

The door opened quietly and another woman entered the room. Marko’s jaw dropped and the beef almost fell from his mouth, for his captor and the newcomer were identical in face and form and raiment. He suddenly understood, laughing quietly when he realised that his eyes had not tricked him after all.

“This is no sorcery,” he observed. “You’re twins!”

The two women gazed down at him, while his glance flicked from face to face. “Incredible!” he added. “There is no difference between you, not even in the curl of an eyelash or the shape of a fingernail. Is there nothing to distinguish one twin from the other?”

“Our names distinguish us,” the newcomer answered. “I am called Lorna Raven. And this is Finn Raven, my sister. But your name I know already, Marko Manza, for it is sewn on the inner pocket of your tunic.”

Marko gave her a smile, and was surprised to see it returned. The other twin lowered her sword and breathed a long heavy sigh, before sitting on the sheepskin beside him and stretching out her legs.

“Forgive my hostility,” she said, taking off her boots and wiggling her toes. “On such a night as this we should forget that we are enemies. We must remember instead that we are all comrades against the great storm.”

Marko handed her one of the leather bottles and she drank deeply from it, before passing it to her sister. Lorna took the bottle and drained its contents as she sat down on the sheepskins and looked keenly at the naked man. Her eyes roamed over his skin until he felt that he was being inspected like a beast at market. Then, with a curling grin, she glanced at her sister.

“Your thought is the same as mine, Finn?” she asked.

Finn nodded, and Lorna’s blue eyes narrowed as she stared intently at Marko. He smiled at her again, but this time she kept her mouth fixed in a grin, and for a moment he felt uncertain. Swallowing another morsel of beef he broke the uneasy silence with a question.

“Why are you here?” he asked. “Is this the first time you have camped in our tower?”

“This tower does not belong to you,” Finn replied. “It lies on your frontier, but your people do not own it. My sister and I discovered it last week, but this is our first night here, and probably our last.”

“Tomorrow we leave these hills,” Lorna explained. “With our comrades we have spent a month scouting the upland trails, but now our business here is done. We have drawn a map for the generals, and soon this ridge will be swarming with our noble king’s soldiers.”

Finn nudged Marko’s ribs and chuckled. “Make sure you’re not around when that happens, or you’ll die with the rest of the Redshirt rabble.”

Marko shrugged. “If I die, I die. If the gods will my death, then so be it. I care not.”

“Nonsense!” Finn scoffed. “This life is too good to be shrugged off like an old worn cloak. Do your days have no joy?”

“Sometimes,” Marko replied. “But my days at the fortress are long and hard, with duties from dawn to dusk.”

“And what about the nights?” Lorna inquired, reaching forward to prod his knee. “Is there no joy after nightfall, or do you not find the peasant girls pleasing?”

Marko grinned, gulping a mouthful of wine from the second bottle. “I go into the village on Saturday nights,” he explained. “And yes, I do enjoy the company of girls.”

“No doubt they are pleased to see you,” said Finn. “For you are quite a handsome fellow, with a kindly face and a good physique.”

Lorna laughed, prodding Marko’s knee again. “What my sister really means is that you have a lean muscular body and a fine long cock, but she is far too coy to speak so plainly.”

Finn kicked out, catching Lorna’s knee with her foot. Lorna feigned a squeal of pain and slapped her twin’s bare ankle.

“No fighting, please!” said Marko, smiling as he grabbed Lorna’s wrist. “If you kill each other, I’ll be left all alone to sup this wine by myself, and I would not want that.”

Lorna twisted her wrist from his grip and scratched his thigh, her long fingernails leaving pink lines on the skin, but the scratch was given too playfully to hurt him.

“That felt good, comrade,” he said, returning her smile. “Perhaps you will allow me to show you how it feels?”

“Are all Redshirt soldiers so ungallant?” Lorna asked. “Or are you just bolder than most?”

Marko chuckled, feeling the wine warming his veins and easing his mood. He met Lorna’s gaze and held it, inwardly admiring her beauty and wondering if she and her sister were truly identical under their clothes. He wondered, too, what they might look like with long hair, though the short style certainly suited their features.

“Take your trousers off,” said Finn, tapping her sister’s booted foot. “Let our guest scratch your leg, if that is what he desires.”

Marko raised his eyebrows and lifted the bottle to his mouth, keeping his gaze fixed on Lorna as she wriggled out of her tight grey breeches. It did not surprise him that she was naked beneath them. His eyes roamed to the top of her legs, lingering on a trimmed triangle of bristles as black as the hair on her head. He swallowed deeply and passed the bottle to Finn.

“Don’t scratch me!” said Lorna, as he leaned forward with his right arm outstretched. “Touch me, if you like, but I do not want to be scratched.”

Marko shrugged, redirecting his hand from her thigh to her crotch. He half expected her to slap his face when he touched the black triangle, but instead she sat back and stared at him. When his finger wandered down through the bristles to caress the top of her slit she gave a small gasp, her blue eyes widening and her nostrils flaring.

“I did not give you permission to touch me there!” she protested, but without any hint of anger in her voice.

“He likes you, sister,” Finn observed, pointing to the cockstem stiffening in Marko’s lap. “Are you not flattered by his boldness?”

Lorna chuckled. “Indeed I am! But his arrogance is truly astounding.”

“I need no invitation to touch a pretty girl,” said Marko, moving his finger slowly up and down her slit. “But I’ll stop if you command it.”

“Don’t stop,” Lorna whispered, sucking air through clenched teeth as his fingertip probed between her cunt-lips.

Marko whistled softly when he felt Finn’s hand clasp his erect manhood near the base of the shaft, but his rhythmic stroking of Lorna’s cunt never faltered. Beside him he Finn murmured under her breath. He smiled, for he heard the compliment that she bestowed on his cock. Lorna heard it too, and her eyes fell to the hard flesh-spike that now stood proudly in his lap.

“No doubt those peasant girls consider themselves lucky,” she said. “Do they form a queue to taste your impressive meat?”

Marko laughed, shaking his head. “Life would be too easy if such things happened. But I never refuse assistance from a soft mouth.”

Lorna pulled away from his hand and sat back, before rising to her knees and shuffling forward. Her fingers unbuttoned her green shirt and eased it off her shoulders. Marko’s wide-eyed stare made her smile, and she knelt upright, straightening her spine so that her breasts swelled and lifted.

Marko cleared his throat with a small cough. His usual preference for long-haired women was forgotten as he feasted his eyes on Lorna’s loveliness. The trimmed black hair on her head and at her crotch contrasted sharply with the smooth pallor of her skin, and her body bore the shapely perfection of a marble statue. The loose shirt had concealed the delicious curves of her breasts, which were the finest that Marko had seen in a long while. The pale orbs were crowned by small pink nipples that looked like strawberries nestling in snow. His mouth watered at the prospect of curling his tongue around such delicious fruit.

To his delight, Lorna crouched forward and splayed his legs with her hands, putting her head between his thighs. Briefly she looked up at him, flashing a mischievous grin as her sister’s hand lifted his manhood into a vertical position.

Marko gasped when Lorna’s tongue began licking his upright cock. She seemed to know precisely what he enjoyed most, for the tip of her tongue ran up and down the side of his erection from root to tip. Each lick started at his scrotum, then roamed over Finn’s clutching fingers, before tantalising the hard shaft and the shiny purple cockhead. He threw back his head and laughed, barely believing that the deadly storm had guided him to such unexpected pleasures.

“Is there room enough for two?” asked Finn, and to Marko’s amazement she crouched between his legs to join her sister in licking his cock. Each twin now used a thumb and forefinger to hold the shaft aloft, their tongues simultaneously running up and down its ten-inch length. When Marko looked down and saw two dark heads and two pale identical faces bobbing together in his lap he thought for a moment that he must be dreaming.

“This is too good to be true!” he said, voicing his thought aloud.

He took a sharp breath when he saw the two tongues meet as they curled around his cockhead. The twins gave a simultaneous giggle, and Marko smiled, expecting their tongues to part company. Instead, and to his complete astonishment, the tongues entwined, the sisters’ mouths joining in a lingering kiss.

Marko hissed in disbelief, and again the girls giggled, before breaking from the kiss to resume their cock-licking duties. Strange questions sprang in Marko’s puzzled brain and he watched the twins closely, wondering what curious deed they might perform next. Finn looked up and saw the bewilderment in his brown eyes. With a smile she withdrew her head from his lap and knelt up, the edges of her mouth glistening with saliva. Lorna followed suit almost immediately, and both women met Marko’s frown with gentle laughter.

“Are you shocked, Redshirt?” asked Finn.

Marko shrugged. “Nothing shocks me, Ranger Girl. But whatever you and your sister do together is your own business, and no man should comment upon it.”

“A gallant answer!” said Lorna. “But why should I not kiss my close kin?”

Marko gave a knowing smile. “I am not blind, lady. I saw clearly what you did.”

Finn reached out to caress Lorna’s face. “Let us not deceive him, my sister. He is an honourable man.” then, turning to Marko, she added: “Would you like to see more?”

A hot flush coursed through his veins, tingling through the middle of his cockstem and making his throat feel dry. He felt like a man who unlocks a dark box to discover a secret treasure that his eyes are not meant to see. But he looked at the twins and marvelled at their beauty, his gaze flitting from one to the other, still trying to see a difference between them. Their mutual kiss had indeed shocked him, though he refused to admit it aloud, but the deed was so strange that the sight of it had aroused him intensely. He felt curious to know how far they would journey along such a forbidden path.

“Yes, lady,” he replied, after a pause. “If you have more to reveal, then please show it.”

Finn took off her green shirt and squirmed out of her tight grey trousers, stripping leisurely under the gaze of her sister and Marko, uncovering the nakedness of her pale body with slow and deliberate movements.

“Identical from head to toe!” said Marko. “Like reflections in a mirror.”

He fell silent, watching in growing excitement as the twins knelt before him, facing each other, their pale naked bodies touching as they embraced. Lorna’s hands clasped her sister’s slender waist, while Finn’s arms coiled around Lorna’s neck, her fingers caressing the tiny soft hairs at the nape. Their mouths again met in a kiss, their lips clasping as hungrily as the lips of eager young newlyweds. Marko’s hand gripped his stiff manhood and began rubbing the foreskin back and forth over the cockhead, deep gasps issuing from his throat as he gazed at the siblings.

Lorna’s hands dropped onto her sister’s hips and curled around to clasp Finn’s firm round buttocks. Marko stared in disbelief, hearing Finn moan softly through the kiss as her ass-cheeks were lovingly squeezed. He saw the twins’ nipples touching, the pink tips slowly disappearing as the pert white breasts pressed close together. He watched in awe as Lorna’s left hand crept around the front of her sister’s body to touch Finn’s crotch, bringing forth a small cry of pleasure and a shiver of delight.

Lorna withdrew from the kiss to gaze at her sister’s face, her blue eyes shining as she stared unblinking at Finn, whose long eyelashes fluttered on her pale skin like black moth-wings.

“I’m ready,” Finn whispered.

Lorna sat back on her haunches, allowing her twin to stretch out her smooth legs and sit upright. Finn supported her body on her arms and inhaled deeply, turning her gaze upon Marko, who sat masturbating silently. Both women chuckled at his transfixed expression, and Lorna snapped her fingers under his nose.

“Wake up, Redshirt!” she called softly. “I have warmed my sister’s sweet hole for your mighty spike.”

Marko broke from the trance and crawled across the sheepskin, feeling the wool caressing his knees as he approached Finn. Baring her teeth in a grin, she lay back, stretching her legs and parting her thighs to accommodate him as he clambered on top of her. Propping his torso on his muscular arms he looked down at her face and almost ejaculated at the loveliness of her smile.

She purred like a white kitten when his hard aching cock slipped between her moist cunt-lips, her hands reaching around his hips to clasp his firm ass. Both she and Marko gasped in unison when he began to thrust slowly in and out of her slit, their senses savouring every inch of each other’s flesh. Lorna appeared at her sister’s side, snuggling close to Finn and caressing her breasts, her fingers tracing delicate circles around the stiffening teats. Seeing their beautiful, identical faces beneath him made Marko groan, his testicles throbbing as he struggled to restrain a huge orgasm. The effort brought sweat trickling down his face and he wondered how much longer he could rein in his climax.

When at last he mastered himself, he resumed his slow thrusting and drew a few breaths, his chest still heaving and panting when he whispered to the twins: “I’ll wager it must be like peering into a looking-glass.”

Finn lay too absorbed in the fuck to answer him, but Lorna looked up and winked. “More than that, Redshirt,” she replied. “For when I lie with my sister it is as if I stare into a magic mirror, a mirror that makes my own reflection writhe as I touch the glass. Can you imagine how amazing that feels?”

Marko shook his head, droplets of sweat falling from his hair to spatter Finn’s breasts and the hands of her sister that caressed them.

“No, lady,” he whispered. “I cannot imagine it. Nor do I dare think openly about it, for what you are doing is forbidden by every god in the heavens.”

“The gods know nothing!” Lorna hissed, her eyes glittering. “They do not know what happens when twins make love. Nothing in this world feels more sacred. We become one mind, one body, one spirit. So let the gods curse us, for they do not own our souls.”

She smiled up at Marko, and he bent his head to kiss her, his tongue curling into her soft warm mouth. Her kiss was far better than any he had ever tasted before. He transferred his mouth to Finn, feeling the same softness, the same warmth. It all proved too much for him, and he surrendered his body to orgasm, ejaculating with a hoarse yell and squirting the juice of his loins deep within Finn’s flesh. Her own climax arrived simultaneously, but came so gently and so quietly that Marko barely noticed it.

His cock was still oozing white fluid when Finn let it slip from her body. Wriggling aside, she crawled away from beneath the arch of his torso, her place being instantly taken by Lorna. Marko sighed wearily, his eyes pleading for a pause while he regained his strength and composure. But Lorna sighed impatiently and whispered something to Finn, who nodded and gave a small giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Marko asked Lorna.

“Nothing,” she replied, grinning up at his puzzled face as she lay beneath him. “But I want your cock inside me now, not in half an hour. So Finn has kindly agreed to help.”

Marko frowned, becoming aware that Finn had crawled behind him, though he could not see what she intended to do.

“Hellfire!” he hissed suddenly, feeling a wet tongue licking between his buttocks.

“My sister will soon make you hard again,” Lorna explained. “Just relax, and let her coax you back to stiffness.”

“Oh gods!” Marko rasped, clenching his teeth as Finn’s tongue explored between his thighs, the tip flicking the sensitive skin at the back of his scrotum.

“Good! Good!” Lorna chuckled, her hand reaching down to clutch his glistening manhood. “I feel the life returning to your spike.”

Finn’s tongue slicked around his testicles, making them tingle and throb as his shaft stiffened. With a moan he relaxed the muscles of his lower body, allowing Finn’s finger to worm inside his asshole. No woman had ever penetrated him so intimately, but the sensation felt so pleasurable that he made no protest. He wondered if a spell had indeed been cast upon him by these strange and exotic twins. But, if so, he did not wish for the magic to be broken.

“Thank you, Finn!” said Lorna. “Your skill has restored him.”

Marko took a breath and grinned down at her. Then, with a sigh, he slowly entered her body, feeling her cunt tighten around his shaft, even as Finn’s had done. Having climaxed once he hoped to be able to prolong the fuck for several minutes, for he desired to savour it before all his juice was expended. He perceived from the expression in Lorna’s half-closed eyes that she, too, expected a leisurely shafting.

Marko had reckoned without Finn, who remained kneeling behind him, her finger having withdrawn from his asshole as soon as his cock entered her sister. He had given Lorna’s cunt a dozen slow thrusts when he felt Finn’s hands clasping his buttocks and forcing them apart. A shuddering groan issued from his throat as she licked along the cleft between them. His head tossed back, his dark hair brushing his muscular shoulders as Finn’s tongue began licking gently around his asshole. Marko had performed the same task on several girlfriends in the past, and they had seemed to enjoy it, but never had the favour been returned. When the hot wet tip of her tongue penetrated him he experienced a sensation so exquisite that he yelled a curse to the candlelit ceiling. The sensation intensified when Finn’s left hand cupped his dangling scrotum to stroke his aching testicles and the crinkled skin that held them. With the thumb and forefinger of her right hand she gently squeezed the base of his cock while the shaft slipped in and out of her sister’s cunt. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but Marko rose to the challenge, determined to make the experience last as long as possible.

He did everything he could to prolong it, even closing his eyes against the sight of Lorna’s beautiful face and her perfect breasts squirming beneath him. He was obliged to interrupt his cock-thrusts more than once to repress a second climax. The sensation of Finn’s tongue wriggling in his rear passage, the ache in his testicles as she caressed them, the pulsing pleasure at the base of his cock as her fingers squeezed it, and the delicious texture of Lorna’s cunt as it enveloped his manhood, all combined to push him to the brink of orgasm. But still he managed to hold back.

He wanted to control his climax long enough to allow Lorna to reach her own, but his arousal became so intense that the strain of suppressing an orgasm was making his testicles feel as heavy as balls of iron. Sweat dripped into his eyes and trickled down his chest. His heart pounded like a drum and his head began to feel dizzy. To his relief Lorna climaxed, her cunt-muscles pulsing in rhythm with her gasps and sighs, her spine arching upward and her limbs stiffening. The vision hurled Marko to the brink, plunging him into a powerful orgasm. With a shout of delight he released his pent-up juices, his cock unleashing copious jets of fluid that sprayed furiously into Lorna’s cunt. Weariness rolled over him like a wave and his arms weakened, his body swaying as it toppled. Lorna gave a breathless gasp and wriggled aside, even as Marko sank onto his belly. Only then did Finn’s tongue abandon his asshole, though his senses were too frayed to notice.

For a moment he lay there, face down on the floor, his limbs twitching and lifeless, his oozing cock flaccid and slimy beneath him, his rear passage still tingling in the aftermath of its thorough probing by Finn’s tongue.

“This is a dream,” he whispered, opening his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Lifting his weary head he looked around and saw the twins sitting cross-legged a few feet away, facing each other and whispering quietly. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, their hands lifting to stroke each other’s short black hair. Lorna’s fingers traced the delicate shape of her sister’s ears before falling onto Finn’s shoulders and breasts. Marko grinned, his mind still feeling a certain unease at the strange bond between the siblings but his eyes feasting with delight on the tenderness of the scene.

“It should seem so wrong,” he said aloud. “But somehow it looks so right.”

They turned their identical faces to smile at him, their loveliness making him swallow hard. Lorna rose to her feet and walked over to the place where their packs were stowed. She knelt down with her back to Marko and rummaged for a while, pulling forth two grey wool blankets and two small white pillows. From the rear she looked to Marko like a young boy-soldier, a crop-haired cadet preparing for sleep on his first night away from home. As she crouched over the pack he saw the candlelight glistening on the moisture that trickled down her inner thighs. Despite his weariness he felt a strong urge to fuck both twins again, and he wondered if he could summon enough energy for the task. With a yawn he sat up and stretched his arms.

“Time to sleep, I guess,” he said.

Lorna laid the blankets and pillows on the sheepskins while Finn drained the last dregs of wine. Marko rose slowly, hearing his knee-joints crack, and walked slowly to the door. The twins stopped what they were doing to look at him.

“I’m just going downstairs to fetch my blanket,” he explained. “Also, I desperately need the latrine.”

“Be quick, then,” Finn replied. “I’m bursting!”

Marko went down to the ground floor of the tower and pulled a blanket from his pack. The candle at the foot of the stairway was sputtering, its light already fading. Beyond the outer door he heard the rain lashing the wild lands, but it seemed that the worst of the storm was now over. After a quick visit to the latrine he returned to the upper room, passing Finn as she hurried down the stairs. In the room he found Lorna lying on the sheepskins, her body under a blanket. All save one of the candles had been snuffed out, but the gentle glow of the fire still gave a little light. Lorna indicated with her hand that he should place himself in the middle. As he lay down beside her she put her arm around his chest and snuggled up to him.

Having emptied his bladder, Marko felt renewed vigour, and his cock began to stiffen beneath his blanket. Even in the darkness of the room Lorna saw it rise, the shaft making a small tent that attracted the attention of her fingers. Marko inhaled deeply when she began caressing his manhood through the thin wool. Lorna chuckled mischievously.

“Perhaps we won’t fall asleep just yet,” she whispered. “Can you manage it?”

Marko nodded, grinning as he turned to kiss her forehead. “Let’s wait for your sister!” he replied.

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