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Clea enters Verso's canvas to find it broken, the continent and Lumière far beyond disrepair. The chroma here is twisted amateurishly, ordered about by an unskilled Paintress whose actions have done more harm than good to their childhood sanctuary.
It takes Clea no time at all to track her sister down. Alicia is on a rooftop garden in the city, looking down on the streets teeming with faceless men and women who wander aimlessly about, interspersed with the odd creation who she managed to perfectly rebuild.
Her expeditioner friends are down by the docks, dangling their legs over the water and talking. That bastardised version of Verso is with them.
They're worried about Alicia - Maelle in here - and think that she has succumbed to insanity. Their own minds have gone numb with the weight of the years, allowed at first to age as normal but then doomed to immortality when the young Paintress panicked. The fool is so determined not to lose any of them.
She will lose everything, after this. Clea's waifish sister has already stayed in the canvas too long.
"Sister." Clea does not bother with pretense. She drops into the canvas and lands right on the edge of the rooftop garden, where Alicia is, and crosses her arms warningly with a fearsome scowl.
The redhead barely registers the arrival of second Paintress. Alicia turns slowly, her eyes glazed over with broken memories, unstable on her own two feet. "Clea...?" She asks confusedly.
"It's time to go home, Alicia."
"Home?" The young woman frowns. She has lived at least a full lifetime now within this canvas - she is not a frightened girl anymore. "I don't... Yes, let's go home. I can show you the opera house -!"
"No," Clea catches Alicia by the wrists when she tries to barge past her. The redhead stumbles around like a baby deer. "Home as in the real world. No more playing make believe in Verso's toy box. He's dead, Alicia."
"No he isn't!" Her sister shakes her head frantically and points down at the harbour. "He's here - right here - I saw him yesterday -!"
"That isn't our brother, it's a fake." Clea snarls. She shakes Alicia where she holds her by the wrist, and tries to force the young woman to meet her gaze. "Enough of this. I was happy to leave you here when it made you happy, but now - Alicia, are you listening?! If you don't leave the canvas soon, you'll die!"
"Good." Alicia whispers, her voice shaking. Suddenly, she seems lucid. "I was meant to die in the fire, not Verso. Let the canvas make it official -"
"You want to waste our brother's sacrifice because you're wallowing in self-pity?!" Clea pushes the redhead back harshly, so her back bumps against the lattice, and leans in until their noses are touching. "You get one chance. Leave the canvas before I make you."
"You can't make me do anything." Alicia shakes her head defiantly, as if her chest is not already within reach for a speedy gommage. "I control... all the chroma... in this canvas!"
She struggles to speak for a minute as breathing grows difficult, then she bends over suddenly to cough into her fist, but Clea has little patience or mercy today and wrenches her back up again.
"You think I can't wrest the chroma from you?" Clea sneers, pinning Alicia's wrists above her head with one hand and seizing her sister's chin with the other. "How easily you forget. I am a master Paintress, while you are a simple novice."
The rebellious brat shakes her head again. Her locks of red hair are tangled and matted where they fall about her shoulders. She hasn't taken care of herself for years. "No, no, I am a master - I led the greatest expedition in history! I..." Alicia suddenly trails off, looking without seeing. "Gustave? What are you doing here?"
Clea turns around to check the rooftop garden for visitors. There is no one else here.
"Wait!" Alicia grows frantic suddenly, trying to wrench herself away from Clea as she screams. "No! No, no, no, no - run! You promised!"
"Alicia -"
"GUSTAVE!"
"Enough of this!" Holding Alicia's jaw, and digging her fingers into her sister's cheeks roughly, Clea drags the redhead forward into a brutal kiss and snakes her tongue out to plunder her mouth and dominate her.
Her sister yelps, wrenching from side to side, still consumed by some imaginary threat. Clea holds her steady. She kisses Alicia hard and bruises her lips, and battles her tongue with her own and licks across her teeth, forcing her to submit.
Then the pitiful excuse for a Paintress bites down, and tries to rip Clea's tongue off, but her sister is faster and quickly pulls away.
"Stop -!" Alicia gasps.
"Say 'ah'." Clea digs her thumb and finger into the joints of Alicia's jaw and holds her mouth open. Then she kisses her again soundly, stealing her breath away and nibbling on her lips. The air fills with the sloppy sounds their kiss.
Growling, Clea nudges her knee between the redhead's thighs and grinds it forward instinctively against her center. The woman in her arms shouts and screams.
"W-Wait!" Alicia manages to rip her face away long enough to gasp. Her sister snarls at the show of spirit. She knows that Alicia is enjoying this, she can feel her heat against her leg. "Who- Who are you?!"
Clea huffs and rolls her eyes. "Guess." She says cruelly, and then bends down to suck and bite at her sister's sensitive neck and leave a trail of painful hickeys. As she works, she uses her free hand to grab Alicia by the hips, and grind her down on her knee when she shoves it into her crotch periodically.
"No!" The redhead shrieks, trying to get away, but it's useless. "Who are you?! Who are you?!"
Kicking out and screaming gets her nowhere, and Clea foils Alicia when the clever brat tries to gather enough chroma to vanish herself and teleport away. The little Paintress shouts desperately for her friends.
"Gustave!" She keeps saying that name. Whoever it is must be dear to her - but Clea, sucking at her sister's throat, could not care less. "Lune! Sciel!"
Grumbling, the older Paintress bites down hard on Alicia's neck, tasting blood as she guides the young woman's hips into a canter and then trails her hand up to palm at her breasts through her shirt. She can't wait to use chroma - she needs to rip these off with her bare hands.
"Ohh!" Alicia moans. She grinds down on Clea's thigh without her sister forcing her to. "V-Ver - Ver- Verso!"
The redhead cums right there, with minimal effort and only the barest glimpse of what Clea has in store for her. Alicia shudders as her eyes roll back in her head, and Clea pulls back to watch her. The way her sister tilts her head back and bites her lip...
This is not over. Not even close to it.
With Alicia's release, she also gives up her hold on about a quarter of the chroma in the canvas, and Clea readily seizes it. With her newfound power, she vanishes her sister's belt and undoes the buttons on her shirt. A twirl of her fingers creates a rope to tie Alicia's wrists to the lattice, and with both hands free she uses one to fondle her sister's bra covered breasts and the other shoves into her trousers.
She removes the redhead's underthings with chroma, being too ravenous to rip it off herself. Clea flicks her thumb over one bare nipple, and parts Alicia's nether lips with two fingers.
"Oh!" Alicia gasps as her orgasm eases. Clumsily, she grinds forward when her sister's knuckle grazes her clit. "Oh, I - Ohh!"
"Leave the canvas." Clea insists.
"W-What?" She still doesn't understand. Oh well. That's just another excuse for Clea to fuck her again. "Are we -? Hnnghh! Clea, are we playing a game?"
"I am playing with you." The older woman reveals, and then slides two fingers into her sister's waiting warmth right up to the knuckle. Sweet nectar coats her digits, and Alicia sighs with relief. "But all you need to do is stand there." Clea tweaks a perky nipple, then curls her fingers against the redhead's g-spot. "Can you do that? Can you stand still?"
"I - haaaa~" Alicia moans. "I can t-try!"
She gives up on staying still immediately. Grinding down desperately, Clea's little sister stands up on her tiptoes and rides her fingers, while pushing her small breasts forward. Chuckling darkly, Clea undoes her with both hands working in tandem, and finds that, this time, Alicia cums faster than before.
The silly girl doesn't even remember why she isn't supposed to like this.
"Ohhh!" Alicia gasps. The rooftop garden wreaks of sex. Clea's fingers squelch where they piston into her. "Oh! Ha! Ohh! Ohhh! OHH!"
The redhead cums loudly, and Clea glances around, self-conscious enough of the need to be discrete. But she needn't worry - Alicia's painted friends are all down by the docks still.
Good. She doesn't want anyone to interrupt this.
A second orgasm means that half of the chroma in Verso's canvas has now slipped through Alicia's fingers and been snatched up by Clea. But she needs all of it to destroy this world and stop her sister from returning.
Stepping back from the lattice, Clea vanishes her sister's restraints with a wave of her hand, and beckons the pleasure drunk girl closer with one glistening finger.
"Come here." She purrs.
Blinking confusedly, Alicia staggers across the small distance that separates them and almost collapses when her jelly legs refuse to hold her weight, still quivering.
"Sit." Clea orders. She guides her sister down to her knees and then lays down beside her, pulling Alicia on top of her by the waist and nudging her up with a slap to the backside until the girl is straddling her face with one leg on either side of her.
Clea takes a deep breath - she smells divine - and then wraps one arm around her sister's waist to keep her steady. With the other she pushes her legs apart wider, and then she parts those dripping folds with two fingers. Her eyes roll back in her when she licks a strip clean from Alicia's entrance to her clit, and the elder sister shudders.
She tastes like heaven.
"Ahh!" Alicia screams, overstimulated. The new sensation overwhelms. "Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!"
She rocks her hips against Clea's face desperately, chasing a high that she only just discovered but is already addicted to. The elder Dessendre wonders what her sister is seeing now - what strange fantasy her mind must be conjuring up to try and explain this.
Whatever it is, she does not care, so long as the redhead keeps riding her face and stays wanting and open.
"Hmm." Clea hums with delight when she sucks on Alicia's clit.
The redhead caterwauls as her sensitive bundle of nerves is played with. Clea rubs her tongue hard against it, licks it like an ice cream, and then makes out with Alicia's netherlips just like she made out with her face lips. Experimentally, she sucks Alicia's clit into her mouth and grazes her teeth over it, and the girl shouts loud enough to be heard in the street below and tries to lurch away from her.
Clea tightens her hold on her sister's waist and sucks on her clitoris hard enough to cross the threshold from pleasurable into painful.
Above her, Alicia starts sobbing. She sniffs with tears trailing down her unruined cheeks, and begs her older sister for release. "Clea, please - Please!"
Clea gives it to her. Easing up slightly, she runs her tongue all over the redhead's labia before plunging the strong muscle into her entrance. She moans delightedly as nectar pours over her tastebuds, and Alicia screams and wails when Clea tickles her front wall and sends her barreling into another orgasm.
This peak lasts longer than the two before it. In her delirium, Alicia gives up her hold on all her remaining chroma, and the more skilled Paintress seizes it disappointedly. She'd been hoping that her sister would put up more of a fight so she could properly enjoy this.
All but spent, the redhead lists exhaustedly to one side and sprawls out on the dirty floor of the rooftop garden. She pants for breath and keeps her eyes tightly shut, inner muscles spasming and completely overstimulated.
Clea spends a moment regaining her own breath while she looks at her. In the canvas, Alicia is beautiful - the fire stole that beauty from us - and it's a shame that no one in the real world will ever again get to appreciate it.
But still. If the redhead can find a willing Painter to marry her who is happy to wait for their unions until they are in a canvas, then maybe...
Lying there with Alicia, Clea begins to methodically destroy the world that she and her brother once built. She erases the mountains in the continent - the lakes and the sea. She erases the Yellow Harvest and Gestral Village. The Paintress thins out the chroma of all her past creations and bottles it up within her.
The sky fades as the sun sets for the last time, and Lumière and its distorted people all disappear without fanfare.
But this isn't right, Clea tells herself, sitting up with some difficulty. I can't just destroy this place without her saying goodbye. Alicia needs to see it.
"Wake up." Clea taps her sister on the shoulder, and the redhead's eyes squint up at her grumpily. The poor thing is exhausted - but if she loves this world so much, then she can manage one last round for it. "Come here."
The elder sister shuffles close to the edge of the rooftop garden, and drags the stumbling younger along with her. Cooing at Alicia's confused mumbles and hushing her gently, Clea vanishes her own skirt and conjures a painted phallus in between her legs, with all the messy bodily functions of a real one.
She nudges Alicia to straddle her hips, facing away from her, and lows her sister down onto it. The rock hard cock parts her netherlips easily, and the walls of the woman's pussy flutter around the shaft as she slowly takes every inch.
When Clea bottoms out, with Alicia shivering and gasping, as her buttocks touch Clea's hips, the older Paintress hums and, thoughtfully, uses chroma to extend the length of the phallus just a bit.
The redhead yelps and jolts up, but Clea keeps her sat on her cock with two hands on her hips. She delights in the shudder of the girl's skin beneath her fingers. Now the painted phallus is just long enough to tease her innermost depths, and Alicia's pussy clings to every inch of it.
"Look at the monolith." Clea commands gently, only able to see her sister's back from where she is lying, but knowing from the tilt of the girl's head that she is looking. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
With a firm hold on Alicia's hips, Clea starts to move her up and down gently. The redhead gets the hint quickly, and, whining in protest and still overstimulated, lifts herself up until only half the cock is lodged inside of her, and then sits back down on it.
"Y-Yes..." She slurs weakly.
"It's a shame that I have to unpaint it." Clea mourns, groaning from the back of her throat as Alicia slides up and down her cock again. "But you understand, don't you? You understand why I have to do it?"
"N-No..." Her sister sobs. She grinds down on the phallus unhappily, while her walls spasm. "Why c-can't we... keep it...?"
"Because it will keep you here, and you will die if you stay here." Clea explains somberly. She thrusts up sharply with her hips, making Alicia moan as she threatens the entrance to her uterus. "And I can't let you die. You're too beautiful."
The redhead whimpers and stops moving. Her glazed over eyes stare at the monolith. She can't decide what to do now...
"Alicia..." Clea sighs and rubs her sister's back, soothingly. "Ride me."
And then, with prompting, Alicia begins to move her hips again, lifting herself up and slamming back down on the iron cock that spears her pussy. She rides Clea in reverse cowgirl, chasing the looming high of pleasure while fresh tears trail down her cheeks.
She is more attached to this world than me and Verso. But her prolonged stay in the canvas now makes this necessary - the last piece of Verso's soul must be sent on, to join the rest of him in the afterlife.
"Easy." Clea snarls and bares her teeth, as Alicia squeezes around her cock and threatens to make her cum near instantly. "You'll make me cum inside you if you do that."
"Ha ~ Maybe I - haaaa! - want you to!"
Clea's eyes turn black with lust. "Oh you little -!"
She sits up, fists a hand in Alicia's hair, and yanks the girl still riding her into a hot and heady kiss. Thrusting up into her as best she can, while Alicia bounces up and down still, Clea feels a sensation unlike any other as her cock tenses and then spurts puddle after puddle of white cum, painting her sister's walls with sticky seed.
At the same time, Clea unpaints the monolith in the distance. She erases everything - the golden writing, the air, the sunlight - until there is nothing but an endless void with her and a shuddering Alicia. The girl shrieks when she reaches down to play with her clit.
Clea had meant to take her time with this. She shouldn't have rushed - when else will she get the chance to feel Alicia's walls squeezing around her like this? But if the girl has a habit of losing her mind in canvases, then Clea's next opportunity might come sooner than she thinks.
Regardless, her playtime here has ended. She forces Alicia out of the painting begrudgingly, as the sliver of Verso's soul moves on to the next world and the space around them collapses. She mourns the lose of those white globs of cum as they vanish into nothing, where Clea painted her masterpiece in Alicia's pussy.
Then the elder Dessendre leaves the canvas as well, and she returns to her body to find her sister spewing up paint on her hands and knees, curled up on the ground and sobbing. The redhead will need some time to recover from her long descent - a few weeks, at least.
And when she loses herself in another canvas, well...
Then Clea will paint another masterpiece.