Page 33 of The Brothers Bane

But she will taste even better if I draw this out. I kiss her again as I coast one hand down her side and back up to palm her breast, then tweak her nipple. Her skin is soft as silk, and she shivers under my touch.

“Campe,” she breathes. “Let me see your tongue.”

She doesn’t need to clarify for me to know what she’s asking for. So I show her by dipping my mouth to her breast and sucking her nipple between my lips. When I pull back, I extend my dragon tongue and continue flicking it over her stiff tip. She watches briefly before arching her back with a moan. I shift my attention to her other breast, teasing it to a pebbled peak before returning to the first one.

My craving for her is so intense it’s a void inside me now. Keeping myself propped on one hand, my tongue at her breasts, I slide my other hand down her belly to cup her pussy. She’s slick and so hot, and it’s my turn to moan when I part her with two fingers and easily slide them inside her. She lets out a cry and bucks into my hand.

“Do you want my mouth on this dripping pussy?” I tease. “Do you want this tongue tickling your clit?” My words come out sibilant when my tongue is in its true shape, but the change seems to mesmerize her. She spreads her legs wider, and I sink another finger into her. I’ve seen her riding the minotaur’s cock, so I know how much she can take, but I don’t need to rush this.

“I want to see you,” she says, panting softly. “Take off your clothes. Alcides won’t let anything happen.”

“I’m not worried about being caught naked. My armor is just for show, you know. And to avoid distracting my fellow guards.” I smirk at her, gratified by the soft laugh she gives me.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her mouth opens when I sink a fourth finger into her.

“Campe,” she says on a moan. “Please.”

With every plea, my armor feels tighter. I expel another long breath, this time the smoke settles around my body, dissolving the conjured leathers entirely. When they’re gone, I take a breath, reveling in the freedom I rarely allow myself for very long. I briefly rethink keeping her bound, just to feel her touch, but the sight of her restrained and writhing beneath me is too lovely not to enjoy for a little longer.

She’s watching me intently now, and I wonder what she sees. I have no scars in this form. My body is perfect. It’s in my true shape where the flaws show—the discolored scales; the damaged spines; the one horn gouged from a long-ago tussle with a giant.

But when she licks her lips, I think I know what’s on her mind. There will be time enough for that, though.

I dip back to her breasts, teasing my forked tongue over their tips again for a moment before moving lower, kissing my way down to her navel. I linger at her hips while I fuck her slowly with my fingers, then hover over her pelvis, watching her expression as I extend my long tongue and tease her clit.

Her flushed face goes slack, and she spreads her knees wide, letting them fall to the sides like a butterfly.

“Good?” I ask.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she demands.

Her pussy flexes around my fingers, hungrily grasping. Her aura is a pulsing red orb now, expanded to encompass me within it. There is so much power built up in her, I can feel it humming against my skin, just waiting for the moment for her climax to release it all into me. Absorbing that release of energy is the ultimate act of intimacy for a dragon.

But filling her hot cunt with my fist might be a close second.

Her slippery flesh gives easily when I curl my thumb into my palm and push my whole hand into her. She arches and cries out, her core clenching around my fist hard enough that I feel my bones twisting in my hand.

It’s the biggest fucking turn-on, and my own craving ratchets up. I dip lower, pressing my mouth to her clit and flicking my tongue over it fast and hard. I’m ready to devour every ounce of magic she can give me, just so I can fill her up again.

Her cries come fast and sharp when her climax hits. Her pussy gets even wetter, her flavor flooding my tongue and her clit pulsing hard against it. But it’s the magic flowing from her into me that makes my head spin, the sudden, potent torrent intoxicating in its power.

She’s like a fucking drug. After her cries die down it takes me a moment of dizzy bewilderment before I come to my senses. I remove my hand from her pussy and slide back up her body to descend on her fully, mouth against hers, hungrily kissing.

She kisses back with abandon, twining her legs around mine and pushing her damp pelvis up against me. Her skin against mine feels like heaven after so long of virtually no intimate contact.

I’m almost as wet as she is, my own desire still building in a pulsing bubble near to bursting.

“Let me make you feel good,” she says in a husky whisper. “Let me taste you too.”

“Not yet,” I say. “I’ve got you where I want you. I intend to take advantage of it.”

She’s already bucking against me, grinding her hot core against my hip, twisting until her hip presses and grinds on my pussy. There’s no disguising my arousal, and she yanks her bonds and lets out a frustrated groan.

“No fair,” she complains.

“I think it’s perfectly fair, all things considered. This might be the only time we’re alone together. Let me have my fun.”

She lets out a huff and settles. Or she mostly settles; her body still undulates in its slow rhythm, which I realize I’m matching with a slow rocking of my own.

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