Page 34 of The Brothers Bane

I want to fuck her again, but with both hands free to tease other parts of her. I want to watch her come apart at the seams.

My tail manifests almost without conscious thought, curling around our thighs and beneath her. The tip has a mind of its own, homing in on her pussy easily.

Nemea’s eyes widen when she sees the thick appendage covered in iridescent scales wrap around us. Then her mouth falls open when I push the tip into her. I sink it in slowly, because even though it’s tapered, at its thickest it’s broader than my fist was.

“Oh fuck,” she mutters, her eyes fluttering closed.

“How much can you take?”

“All of it,” she says in a delirious whisper.

At first I think she’s exaggerating, her words coming from a place of raw hunger, a need to be filled even more than before, up to a limit. But when my tail keeps going deeper without resistance, I have to slow, because there’s no way this much can fit.

“Is this okay?” I ask. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“More,” she says.

I look down between us to where my tail is buried inside her, more than a foot of it engulfed by her pussy.

“How in all the hells,” I murmur.

“Campe, just fuck me,” she demands.

As if in emphasis, a smooth purple tentacle rises straight out of her side and wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss her.

It’s my turn to surrender to her, and I continue to fill her even more with my tail while we kiss. I’m only peripherally aware of the beautiful strangeness of her, but it only makes me hotter.

I’d made the mistake of thinking of her as human when that’s the farthest thing from true. She is nothing close to human in this moment, with a pussy capable of devouring my tail inch by inch until I hitmylimit, and a tattoo that’s taken over, holding me against her with two strong tentacles while it tentatively traipses down my body with the rest.

Out of the corner of one eye, I see one tentacle coiling up one of her arms and untying her wrists. Then her hands are on me, pushing my shoulders back to roll us onto our sides. She hikes her hips closer to mine and kisses me harder, one hand sliding down my back to squeeze my ass, then up and between us to cup my breast and pinch my nipple.

Her tentacles have a mind of their own, pushing down between our bodies and my legs. I’m not sure what to expect, but it isn’t the deftness with which they tease me, parting my folds and dipping into my entrance while simultaneously toying with my clit.

Our magic swells together now, our auras blended in a brilliant bubble around us, a blinding glow that could only be visible to a dragon. She’s the one in control now, pulling my pleasure to greater heights than I’ve ever experienced.

“Your turn,” she says, releasing my mouth to give me a wicked smile as two of her tentacles plunge into my pussy and fuck while a third flicks against my clit.

I’m a gasping, moaning mess, only able to let go and ride the high she’s taking me on, stronger than the strongest wind. I clutch at her head, forehead pressed against hers, our hips writhing together as we fuck each other.

When we crest, it happens simultaneously, the built-up power exploding in a brilliant burst before being sucked into both our bodies, mingling our magic inside our reservoirs.

I’m struck delirious a second time, like I just shot a strong drink that went straight to my head. I withdraw my tail from her body, and it lies limp across our thighs. Her tattoo withdraws too, going back to a dormant, two-dimensional shape on her torso.

But when I feel a gentle probing between my thighs again, I look down to see her dipping her fingers into me once, gathering a measure of slick fluid on her fingers, then raising them to her mouth.

When she places her fingers onto her tongue and licks them off, I want her all over again, with just as much need as the first time.

“Are you ready to come home with me, Campe?” she asks.

Before I can answer, the room around us disappears.

16

Nemea

We’re greeted by all the guards I’ve bonded when we arrive inside my sanctuary. Even Alcides stands among the others, earning him a sharp look from Campe.

“You should be guarding the door,” she says.

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