Chapter Two

Dinner was slow, and silent. Their activities had been rather long lasting, so the meats were only lukewarm. But it was alright, Kayle didn't mind because it was still Morgana's cooking. Morgana seemed to be confused about her feelings. Usually she filled dinnertime with talk of her lessons or what the city was like without Kayle. Instead she was completely silent, watching Kayle's face with her bright blue eyes. Now that she was actually paying attention, she found that Morgana's blouse and skirt were cute, really bringing out her eyes with its bright colored silks.

"If you were wondering, I'm back early and will be back for some time." Kayle broke the silence. Morgana couldn't keep the glee from her face if she tried.

"And that is…for how long, exactly," Morgana smiled, reaching across the table to touch her hand. "This is wonderful, sister."

"Not as wonderful as it seems, sweet," Kayle sighed, and rage filled her mind at the reason for her dismissal. Too eager, they said. "I was…dismissed, for the time being." She angrily stuffed some of the cow meat into her mouth, followed by some veggies. Morgana looked worried, and her hand squeezed Kayle's. She read Kayle's dark mood, knowing better than to ask what the situation was about. The older angel gave her an appreciative glance.

"So…What is a blood pact Kayle?"

Kayle was just finishing up her dinner as Morgana asked, and she paused in her movements. Her pale cerulean eyes darkened with lust, and a smirk twitched on her lips. "Have you not learned about them, then? It's when a woman swears an oath to her, hmm 'Lord' I suppose you can call it. Someone with a member, like me." She gestured towards her groin. "You give me your virginity, and a ritual commences using the hymen I intend to break." Morganas eyes widened with nervousness, fright and Kayle's belly tingled with desire at the reaction. Her younger sister's hand slid away, and she furrowed her brow.

"What does the pact do?"

"You'll belong to me. You'll crave me, and I will crave you," Kayle explained, then stood and slipped away. She did away with her dishes and plate, and walked over to Morgana. She slid her arms around Morgana's neck, delivering a kiss on one soft cheek. "Though it is impossible to crave you more than I already do."

Morganas eyes squeezed shut. Then they snapped open. "Kayle…I w-wanna do it," she whispered, then reached out for her. Kayle hated to deny her, but she had to do it. She made Morgana settle with a hard, short kiss on the mouth.

"Now that's enough. We're both filthy, we should bathe."

After a long moment, with a mournful expression Morgana nodded her assent, scuttling after Kayle as she always had. Pleasant memories filled Kayle's thoughts, rather sporadically. The day she had met Morgana, held her tiny little hand in her own, already thousands of years older and seeing in those blue orbs that her sister was to be the most beautiful creature in the world. At the day of her birth the Speakers, angels with the powers to see ones future and what was within someone, declared Morgana dangerous. One day she would unravel all the work Heaven had done. When? Hundreds of years, thousands, millions? Regardless, their parents decided they wanted nothing to do with the child. At first, Kayle resented her too. She fought tooth and nail every day to enforce the commandments her leaders made, and Morgana was prophesied to one day ruin it all? The thought was enraging and terrifying.

Years later, when she was visiting her parent's home she saw her father raise his hand against her younger sister and only then did she realize her duty. Kayle had never fancied prophecies in the first place, and it was her job to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. It was easy convincing mother and father to let Morgana go, it must have been exhausting abusing someone so innocent and beautiful day after day.

Even so, life with Kayle had not exactly been easy for Morgana. She had expectations, and her rules were strictly enforced. When Morgana was only ten she had been bent over Kayle's knee and spanked so hard she thought she would die from the pain, the strength behind each spank enough to make her scream. She was in charge of the cleaning, the cooking, and the laundry. Kayle's mighty home was her personal playground, as long as she tended to it. Even now, Morgana enjoyed doing it.

Kayle headed to the bathroom cupboard when she stepped inside the massive, porcelain-tiled room. A huge bath lay in the center of the room sunken into the floor. Mystic, hot waves lapped at the edge of its rock sides. It was soothing to the very soul, and healed flesh wounds quite easily if given enough time. "Strip," Kayle muttered as she looked at all the different scented soaps she had. Morgana did so eagerly, it had been a long time since the sisters had last shared a bath. Kayle watched Morgana out of the corner of her eye.

Her sister truly was the most beautiful angel in the world. She slid her clothes off slowly, shyly. Kayle was sure Morgana knew she was watching. Kayle remembered the way her release had been all over the plump behind she had rutted herself against earlier that evening, and Morgana looked at her self-consciously. Turning gave Kayle a great view, high and full breasts capped by lovely, pink nipples and a smooth pale abdomen. And the front-way view of Morgana's innocence, the golden blond hair trimmed and neat. Kayle's cock throbbed heavily in her trousers, and she undid the tie slowly and walked towards her sister with the bath scent she had chosen in hand.

"I apologize for being so distracted by certain things, Morgana. I'd honestly like to know more about you and how you've been," she said calmly as she poured the lotus scented moisture into the large, hot bath. "And I don't want to hear of boys. Or anything of the like."

Morgana once again looked pained. She kneeled down, the position causing her breasts to squeeze together as she clasped Kayle's hands. "I tell you again, my dear sister. I have laid not a finger on a male, nor they on me. Nor on any female. Today my lessons were cut short, because I was given the news that you would be home soon." Kayle listened to what was spoken intently, looking into Morgana's pale eyes.

"And you chose to spend that time with some b-"

"Listen, to me Kayle, please," Morgana whispered, "He asked me to be his bride." Kayle's brow furrowed and her expression darkened. "I refused him. I told him I am already someone's bride. I-I am Kayle's, I told him," she flushed brightly, and covered her face with embarrassment. Warm relief swelled in Kayle's chest. Morgana was so adorable. Kayle ran her fingers through Morgana's long golden tresses, lifting her hands from her face so that she might kiss the soft, plump lips that were hidden.

Morgana knew who she belonged to, she had no interest in any one else. The last of her rage faded away, and she lovingly pressed their mouths together. The kiss was gentle, and slow, and Kayle could taste Morgana's natural sweetness. When Kayle pulled away Morganas breathing was heavy, "Then…I am? Your bride," The younger woman whispered, bottom lip quivering. Kayle shushed her gently.

"Of course. It's always been true. I've never truly thought of you as my sister, but something much more." Kayle said slowly, loving the way her sister's entire face glowed, pure happiness reflected in her blue gaze, "Now let's get in. My limbs grow sore…" She gave Morgana a loving swat on the butt, and Morgana hurriedly climbed into the bath. A gentle, soft groan fell from her lips as the waves enveloped her body. Kayle watched her nipples tighten and pebble. She wanted to suck on them. She slipped her pants off, tossing them aside. She wasn't wearing underclothes, still, and Morgana sunk deeper into the water, until only the top half of her head was visible. Her golden hair was swept all around her. Her cerulean gaze gleamed as they watched her. It was evident that she liked the view of Kayle's semi-hardened length. When Kayle met her eyes, Morgana blushed heavily and turned the other way.

"No need to turn your eyes. There is no shame in desire, Morgana. Not towards the one you plan to hold the child of." She stepped up and over, sinking into the steaming waves, the heat immediately spreading through every inch of her body. She too, gasped a little. The water always felt so good. Especially on her aching muscles. She had just been marching for days not two days before, and her muscles were still aching so painfully.

How long had it been since she was last home? The answer was 'too long'. The road, her decisions in the past, what she must do every day made her weary. She wanted to make the world a safe place and yet she was being told to cut down children and women, every single member of a town. Her refusal to do so had gotten her in trouble, but that was not justice. It was mindless slaughter. She had ordered her men away, and they had easily obeyed. Even now the glistening, wide eyes of those children gleamed back at her. The smiles of their mothers. No doubt they were all murdered by her superiors soon after, but at least before they were ripped from the world they felt the warmth of another's kindness.

As she always did, Morgana sensed her mood. The light haired maiden drifted through the warm water towards her, and her arms looped around Kayle's shoulders, her face nuzzling into Kayle's throat. With her sister's warmth she was able to relax, erection pulsating a little as she seated herself on the stony outcropping beneath her. "As much as I love the hug," Kayle smiled, "I'd like to wash you. Why don't you turn around and let me wash your back."

Morgana shook her head, gently placing one hand onto her cheek. Kayle groaned inwardly at the contact, the desire to claim her sister's mouth as her own terrifyingly potent. She wanted to drown herself in her sister, bathe in her heat. "Why don't you tell me what's the matter?" Morgana kissed at the corner of her mouth, suckling sweetly on her bottom lip when Kayle opened it to protest. Knowing sapphire eyes buried themselves into hers, and she felt oddly at ease.

"…I did something I should not have. Or rather, didn't do something. I may be…dismissed." She said this with a solemn tone, her teeth gnashed together. She didn't want to admit it, and for some reason with Morgana's eyes on her it made her feel ashamed for not doing her duty.

Morgana's eyes went wide as beacons. "I thought it was only temporarily."

"I hope this is only temporary. Sister," Kayle squeezed her eyes shut, "You are the only reason I have to live. To keep doing what I'm doing. What do I do, Morgana? What do I do if I'm not sure if what I'm doing is right?"

Morgana backed away from her a little, "Are you trying to say that the council is…corrupt?" Kayle felt betrayed, how could Morgana think she would say such a thing? She had been loyal to the High Council since she was a mere child. She would never betray them. She grabbed Morgana by the wrist, and tugged her close, shaking her head.

"That is the opposite of what I'm saying," she growled dangerously, "you know I would never be disloyal. I'm saying that those below, who command, are the ones who are corrupt. The face, not the heart." Morgana struggled to get her wrist free, but Kayle's grip was iron. "I am one of those that commands. But the others lately, it is as if they are turning against me. I am tasked with the most immoral…" Kayle paused, and squeezed her eyes shut and hugged Morgana close, clinging to her very presence. "-The most immoral things. I cannot say, they are secret."

Morgana didn't say anything, and the water felt so hot all of the sudden, unbearable. Kayle was embarrassed, she had shown the morally conflicted side of herself to her sister and it had been a mistake. The atmosphere was ruined. She had expected comfort, what Kayle did instead was seemingly make the younger angel uncomfortable, even if she squeezed herself against Kayle lovingly. "I'm glad you decided to tell me," Morgana whispered, "and if you doubt what your leaders and peers are saying so much, then perhaps," Morgana turned until Kayle was gazing at her back, "you need to take things into your own hands." Without another word, Morgana grabbed one of the clothes on the side of the tub and some soaps. She coated the cloth, and handed it to Kayle. "My back?"

Kayle considered what her sister had suggested as she slid the cloth against the creamy belly in front of her, but the thoughts were pushed away soon after when Morgana's eyes met hers, and her fingernails brushed her younger sister's left nipple. She felt an ache deep in her belly, and suddenly her cock was springing to life again, saliva filling her mouth. Morgana noticed the motion under water and blushed a deep red, not saying anything. Her eyes said it all Put it in me. I still want it. Need it. "I cannot," Kayle murmured against her ear. "Not yet." Morgana shuddered, whimpering pitifully as Kayle dragged the hot, soapy cloth down one bare breast. She crept her hand lower and lower, grazing the hot wet entrance of her sister and earning a high pitched squeak.

She made a decision then. She needed to hear Morgana cry for her. "Spread your legs," she purred, "I'll give you something."

Hopeful, Morgana's eyes met hers. Kayle let the washcloth float away on the gentle, tiny waves. She tugged her sister against her, consuming her plump mouth with her own. She slid one finger into her sister's entrance, slowly. The inner walls that surrounded her tightened as if to tug her in deeper. Everything was hot and wet, more so because of the bath. "Relax your muscles," Kayle commanded, and Morgana let out a long sigh. Kayle slid another finger in, scissoring the inner walls gently as she sunk in deep and hard. She bumped some special spot apparently because Morgana squealed desperately, her wet front crushed against Kayle's, and Morgana kissed her bruisingly hard, gasping hotly into her mouth. Kayle pleasured her sister slowly, harshly, drawing out little gasps and tiny screams with every hard stroke. She was breathing in her sister with every thrust.

Morgana clutched her, arms tightening around her as if holding on for dear life. Her belly burned with the promise of bliss, and she squirmed, her naked chest brushing Kayle's as their tongues did the same. At first contact Kayle invaded, their tongues lashing together fast, taking over her mouth and consuming her even more. Whenever Morgana opened her eyes, she thought she might fall into the blue abyss that was her sister's eyes and the area between her thighs pulsated needily. "K-Kayle," she whispered, as her sister sunk yet another finger into her pussy. She thought she might die from pleasure. Every time her sibling drove into her it hit a swollen part of her inside, pounding against her inner wall.

Kayle was anything but gentle, even her kiss was cruel and merciless. Morgana cried out, tugging her mouth away as she began to shake her hips in synchronization with Kayle's movements. Kayle's rough, calloused thumb teased her clit and made her scream. She was tingling, a sobbing mess in her sister's arms, her body tense and rushing towards a powerful orgasm.

"You're my everything," Kayle murmured seriously, blue eyes narrowed and staring deep into hers. A small smile was on her face, Morgana stared back, overwhelmed with the sensations she was feeling both emotionally and physically. Oh, she'd wanted this for so long. "You're mine, aren't you," Kayle whispered, and Morgana nodded with joy. Yes, she was Kayle's beloved little sister, her lover, her wife. "Then come for me." The words were hot against her ear, and as if following her sister's command, her body shook mightily. She buried her fingers into the pale, muscled back, tearing down as she threw her head back and came. Heat consumed her belly, and she couldn't stop herself from crying out and then suddenly she couldn't talk at all, she couldn't even move besides helpless trembling. Even as she orgasmed, her sister's thrusts continued, but they slowed and were gentler, insistently pressing into that soft spot. She collapsed, tears dripping down her cheeks she was so overwhelmed. Kayle's muscled arms wrapped around her, pulling her deeper into the hot water.

Sweet nothings were whispered against her ear as she was drawn through the last dying embers of her orgasm, throbbing wonderfully, her chest heaving. She buried her face, embarrassed, into Kayle's throat. "Good girl, coming like that, you were all worked up from earlier, weren't you," Kayle murmured huskily, and Morgana nodded with teary eyes. A gentle, warm thumb wiped away her tears even as Kayle's other fingers slid slowly from her sensitive entrance. "Now, let's actually bathe," Kayle smiled, gently grabbing the cloth again. "Dirty girl."

Kayle woke up to the smell of breakfast, and a gentle hand on her brow, her blond locks being brushed from her face. Morgana was besides her, the soft curves of her body against her older sister's side. Before she could even say a word, Morgana was lightly kissing her, their noses brushing lightly. Kayle slid her hand around her waist, tugging her closer, groaning at the feel of her breasts but just as she was about to get further involved- Morgana pulled away, retrieving a plate of food from her nightstand. Despite the insistent throb below the waist, Kayle held herself back, her stomach had needs as well.

"Thank you," she smiled.

Morgana nodded, "anything for you, sister," she beamed. "I sent a messenger to my teacher about how I will be taking the next week off of lessons. You had a few guests this morning, but I sent them away." Kayle was both pleased and displeased at this news. She was expecting company, a lot of it. Old friends who were to greet her and welcome her back to the great city, officials who wished to question her about her behavior, civilians who have issues. It was not Morgana's place to turn them away, though the fact that it was to spend more time with her was exhilarating, as was Morgana's willingness to cast away her lessons. She ate slowly, savoring the syrup covered bread. Blue eyes watched her lips as she chewed slowly, and she gently pushed Morgana's bangs behind her ear.

"Appreciated, but it could have been important. Never do that again."

Morgana looked bothered by this command and she looked away, "I simply thought we could spend all this time together if we are to get married." Kayle's heart pounded at the words. Was Morgana actually interested in marriage? Visions of Morgana in a snow white dress and a shawl flashed in her mind, glimpses of a dream she had kept buried within her for so long. They could spend eternity together, have children. Her face felt hot, and Morgana seemed to notice her state of embarrassment and giggled.

"We will spend time together, all the time we want, but surely you want to finish schooling before we get married?" Kayle murmured, kissing Morgana's cheek. "And beyond that as much as I love you and adore you, you are far too young to get married. It's not that I don't want to, so you know. Marriage just…changes a lot of things. The council would expect us to create a pureblooded child soon after union, we wouldn't have time to just enjoy…us."

"I…understand, I suppose," Morgana murmured hesitantly. She gave Kayle's leg a rub, "Eat up. Let's spend the day together in the city."

Kayle nodded, liking the idea. "You will go to your lessons, this week, however. I know you want to spend more time with me, and I was very…cruel to you in regards to that boy you…were with, but I sent you to those classes for a reason. You need them." Morgana gave her an odd look, and her mouth was a cold frown.

"I don't want to…"

"Too bad. I pay for them for a reason. Tonight, I will take you to town." Morgana nodded seriously, obviously annoyed. But as always she would obey.