Twin Temptations
It was just past twilight in Limsa Lominsa. The salty sea breeze danced along the wharves, catching in Woowind’s midnight hair as she leaned lazily against the stone wall of the Drowning Wench. Her eyes, like molten garnet, scanned the crowd until they landed on a pair of twin Miqo'te boys—mirror images of mischief, laughter flickering in their mismatched eyes as they flirted shamelessly with a passing dancer.
With a sultry sway of her hips and a half-smile curving her dark lips, Woowind stepped into their path. “Looking for trouble, boys?” she purred, voice smooth as aged brandy. The twins exchanged a glance, clearly intrigued by the vampiric allure standing before them. One spoke first—playful. The other—shy, but curious.
“Depends who’s offering,” the bold one teased.
“Follow me, and you’ll find out,” Woowind replied, already turning, not checking if they followed—knowing they would.
The walk to her private home in the Mists was quiet, tension humming like a plucked string. When the door opened, they were greeted by the warmth of candlelight, and the soft bubbling of a secluded hot tub nestled beneath hanging ivy and pale moonlight.
“Strip and soak,” she ordered with a playful command. The twins obeyed, clothing shed, steam rising around their lean forms. Woowind joined them, draped in little more than moonlight and her signature confidence. She took her place between them, hands tracing their chests, fingers teasing—setting the tone.
Words melted into breathless sighs as the warmth of the water was rivaled only by the fire she kindled in both. One behind, one before—her lips explored one twin’s neck while her nails traced along the other's thigh beneath the surface. Whimpers echoed off the walls, drowned only by her low, dominant murmur: “You’re both mine tonight.”
The night unfolded with silken touches and tangled limbs. She was a goddess between them—wicked, worshipped, in control. Every gasp was a symphony, every moan a melody beneath the stars. By the time dawn kissed the edge of the sky, the hot tub was still, the twins breathless, and Woowind? Utterly satisfied, lounging between her spent lovers, a knowing smirk painted across her lips.
Limsa Lominsa would wake soon, but for now, her little corner of the world remained drenched in warmth, secrets, and sin.