Emma barely had time to get comfortable before Ava shifted closer, pressing their shoulders together.

  Without much ceremony, Ava grabbed the hem of Emma’s shirt and gave it a light tug. "Off."

  Emma sighed through her nose but sat up anyway, peeling the shirt over her head and tossing it onto the floor. The air was cool against her bare skin, but it didn’t bother her. Ava was already closing the distance. Their mouths met without any soft build-up. It was messy and a little rough, but still hot.

  Ava's hands roamed immediately, fingers sliding over Emma’s ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. Truth be told, the twins weren't completely identical. Emma's breasts were perkier than her sister's, more sensitive too.

  Emma caught Ava’s face in both hands and kissed her harder, biting at her bottom lip. Clothes came off in pieces, tugged and yanked, and were tossed aside.

  Ava's ugh was low when Emma struggled with her bra csp for half a second before just pulling the whole thing over her head instead.

  "Impatient?" Ava breathed against her ear.

  Emma shoved her down onto the bed in response, climbing over her.

  Ava grinned up at her, breathless, with her hair fanned messily across the expensive sheets. Her hands slid up Emma’s thighs, nails lightly scratching her skin.

  Emma sat back for a moment, straddling Ava’s hips and looking down at her. The city lights outside cast soft shadows across the room, painting Ava’s skin in muted golds and blues.

  Emma raised her hand slightly, and something materialized in her palm- a slender, glossy dildo, simple yet perfect for the occasion.

  Ava’s eyes widened slightly, and Emma smirked, tossing the toy onto the bed beside them before leaning down and kissing a path from Ava’s jaw to her colrbone. Her hands mapped familiar territory: the dip of Ava’s waist and the softness of her breasts, as she worked her way lower.

  Ava's breath hitched when Emma's tongue flicked over a nipple, slow at first, before her mouth closed around it. Ava’s hips shifted beneath her restlessly grinding.

  "Quit teasing," Ava muttered.

  Emma didn't respond. She slid lower, dragging her tongue down Ava’s stomach in a slow, zy line. She paused only long enough to grab the toy, slicking it easily with a touch of mana, it gleaming under the low light.

  Without warning, she slowly rubbed it against Ava's bia, watching her sister’s face. Ava arched her back, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.

  Emma pushed in, her free hand spyed over Ava’s hip to hold her down. She moved as slowly as possible, knowing Ava would only grow more agitated.

  The air between them was heavy, filled with the wet sounds of Ava being penetrated by 8 inches of goodness and her broken gasps. Emma's expression began to resemble her sister's; her mouth parted into a grin, and she nearly drooled as her eyes became gssy.

  She was enjoying this, controlling the pace and watching her sister squirm under her touch. Ava cwed at her back, desperate for more friction, but Emma kept it steady, drawing it out and savoring every bit.

  When Ava finally came, her whole body tensed before shuddering apart. Emma didn’t stop immediately, giving her a few more thrusts before finally withdrawing.

  She tossed the toy carelessly onto the nightstand, wiping her fingers absently on the sheets. Emma hardly had time to catch her breath before Ava moved.

  With a deliberate roll of her hips, Ava flipped them over, pinning Emma beneath her. Her thighs straddled Emma's hips firmly, her hands pressing down on Emma’s wrists and forcing them into the mattress.

  "You look proud of yourself," Ava muttered, still catching her breath as well.

  Emma, flushed and panting, managed a weak smirk. That was short-lived.

  Ava let go of her wrists just long enough to reach for the toy Emma had discarded.

  She ran it slowly down Emma’s body, trailing from her colrbone to the crease of her thighs.

  Emma squirmed, arching subtly, chasing the contact.

  Ava’s grin widened.

  "Beg," she said simply.

  Emma's eyes fshed with stubbornness. But Ava wasn’t patient. She pushed the toy between Emma’s thighs without warning, sliding it along her already dripping folds, not pressing in yet. She circled, tapped, and dragged it back and forth across her box.

  Emma's hips jerked reflexively, trying to grind against it.

  Ava chuckled. "Not good enough."

  She continued the slow torture, keeping the toy moving, brushing against Emma’s clit just enough to make her whimper, then pulling away.

  Minutes dragged by like this. Wet squelches filled the confines of the room as Emma slipped moans out of her mouth, trying and failing to get off.

  Her hands clenched the sheets. Her breathing got ragged. Her legs trembled.

  Still, Ava didn’t let up. She brought Emma right to the edge, again and again, only to pull back at the st second, denying her release. "You’re gonna cry," Ava whispered near her ear, voice filled with satisfaction. Emma's thighs shook violently. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, her entire body taut and begging. She tried to twist her hips, tried to catch the toy properly, but Ava always moved it just out of reach.

  "Say it," Ava said, nipping at Emma’s jawline. "Say you need me."

  Emma gasped, choked on a sob, her pride finally cracking. " I-I need you," she croaked out.

  That was all Ava needed.

  With a growl, she thrust the toy into Emma's vagina with one smooth, brutal stroke, burying it deep. Emma’s back arched almost painfully, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.

  Ava didn’t go slowly as she mercilessly pounded into her guts. Emma clutched at her shoulders desperately, nails digging into skin, barely coherent.

  Her orgasm hit seconds ter, violent and overwhelming, ripping through her so hard that for a moment, she couldn’t breathe.

  Ava didn’t stop going. She kept thrusting, pushing Emma into oversensitivity, dragging every st twitch and tremor out of her until she finally colpsed, boneless, onto the bed. Ava leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

  "That’s more like it," she whispered.

  The room was quiet now, except for the sound of Emma’s ragged breathing. Her chest heaved beneath her, heart still thudding wildly in her ears. She y completely still for a moment, her body trembling as the aftershocks of her release passed through her. Ava remained on top of her for a few moments, gently running her hands through Emma’s hair.

  When Emma finally opened her eyes, she was met with Ava’s very amused face. Ava slid off of her and leaned back, her body still warm against Emma’s skin. "That’s it," Ava murmured, a hand brushing over Emma’s thigh with a slow, soothing stroke.

  Emma could hardly summon the energy to respond, her lips curling into an exhausted smile. "You’re a monster," she whispered hoarsely, her voice still ced with the remnants of what had just gone down.

  The next morning came faster than either of them would’ve liked.

  Emma moved sluggishly through the hotel room, her body still sore in the best ways. Ava, of course, looked completely fine, humming under her breath as she tossed Emma a clean set of clothes.

  Despite feeling stiff, Emma dressed quickly, and within half an hour, they were stepping into the massive gss-fronted building that housed the Scavenger Guild’s main HQ.

  The interior was modern, with sunlight streaming in through rge windows and glinting off the polished floors. Hunters were everywhere, moving in and out with purpose. A handful gave them passing gnces, but no one approached. Almost immediately, a pair of uniformed guild workers noticed them. One of them, a young woman with a tablet in her hands, approached briskly.

  "Emma and Ava, right?" she asked, her tone professional but a little strained, like she was trying not to gawk at the twins. "You’re expected. Please follow me."

  Without waiting for confirmation, she turned and led them through the expansive lobby, past security checkpoints, and into a quieter section of the guild.

  As they walked, Emma stole a gnce at Ava, who just shrugged.

  They eventually stopped at a reinforced elevator. The worker tapped a keycard against a hidden panel, and the doors slid open. She gestured inside. "You’ll be taking the preliminary assessment in one of our private testing floors. It's just the examiner and the two of you."

  Emma raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Ava fshed the worker a grin before stepping into the elevator first, hands tucked casually into her pockets.

  As the doors slid shut, Emma felt the slight lurch as the elevator began descending. It wasn't going up, no, it was definitely going down. Deep underground.

  The elevator ride felt longer than it should have, but eventually, it slowed to a smooth stop. The doors opened to reveal a long, well-lit corridor lined with reinforced walls, clearly built for high-level hunter activity. Waiting for them at the far end was a single figure, leaning casually against the doorframe. The examiner.

  Unlike Connor, there were no smiles here. This man had a clinical air about him. He pushed off the frame as they approached, eyes scanning both of them with clear interest.

  "Emma Smith. Ava Smith," he greeted them. "Welcome. Let’s not waste time."

  He gestured toward the open training room behind him. It was a spacious, domed area, reinforced with the highest-quality essence stones, undoubtedly designed to withstand brawls between high-ranking hunters.

  They stepped through the threshold together, the door sliding shut behind them with a hiss.