Page 46 of The Brothers Bane

My hips jerk, and I cry out as my climax crashes through me like a thunderclap. My muscles clamp tight around Alcides, who lets out a roar and goes over with me, his cock erupting deep inside me. His pulsing flood just magnifies the pleasure as my spasms overtake me, with Campe licking my pussy to oblivion the entire time.

Alcides keeps fucking me, each thrust wetter and messier than the last as is cum seeps out of me, but Campe keeps licking. She’s moaning now, and I’m just aware enough to grasp that she’s still playing with herself.

“No,” I say coming back to myself just enough to touch her cheek. “I want to taste you. Get up here.”

She looks just as dazed as I feel. More, if she’s on the edge of coming. She stands at my urging, and I slide off Alcides to kneel on the bed and pull her down in front of me. She obliges, reaching back to hold the hard coiled iron of the bed frame my mind somehow conjured out of the immense chaos magic flooding me all the time now.

She arches her back and lets her legs fall wide as I dip to taste her, coasting thumbs through her folds on either side of her swollen clit at the same time. She combs taloned fingers over my scalp, raking them down across my braid, which seems to instantly unravel, until my hair is wrapped in her grip as she holds my face tight to her throbbing pussy.

She tastes amazing. Not like women I’ve tasted before, but like something completely new. She’s salt and spice and fruit all rolled together, with the barest hint of sulfur like a match just struck. Her slippery wetness coats my tongue, more generous the more I tease her clit. I’m vaguely aware of my octopus rousing and coiling tentacles around each of her ankles, holding her wide for me, then one long appendage traveling up between my breasts to plunge into her opening.

A rough moan escapes her, followed by, “Fuck yes,” as the tentacle begins to fuck her.

I’m so absorbed in eating her out I’ve all but forgotten about Alcides, but he isn’t an easy man to forget. He rises up behind me, resting both hands on my ass and stroking down between my cheeks to spread me open, then he bends and begins tonguing my cleft before moving down, lapping at the mess he made of me in between flicking his tongue over my clit.

I’m on the verge of climax yet again when I feel Campe finally start to give. She cries my name just as Alcides rises and slams his cock into me again, fucking hard and fast with loud, wet slaps only barely drowned out by Campe’s orgasmic yells.

Her magic rushes into me, as charged as my own still churning deep in my well. Within seconds Alcides is going over again and taking me with him.

We all sort of collapse into each other then. I drape myself atop Campe, head on her breast while Alcides falls half on top of me, panting and sweaty. His weight feels delicious, even though he’s a heavy fucker. He keeps peppering my shoulders and neck with kisses, murmuring about how perfect I am and how well we fit together.

Campe strokes my head, playing with my hair. “That tattoo of yours needs to be regulated,” she says. Alcides lets out a low snort.

“I haven’t heard anyone complain about him yet,” I say. “I just need to learn how to use him in a fight.”

She’s thoughtful for a moment, then nods. “We can work on that. We also need to work on teleportation. You can bring yourself and us in and out of this dimension at-will. If your powers are as similar to Vesh’s as I think, you should be able to teleport anywhere you wish. And if you perfect that skill, you can use it in battle too.

I frown and prop my chin on her chest to look at her. She peers down at me. “You mean I can go anywhere at all? Like… the top of Mt. Everest?”

“This dimension is an anchor point. Technically you’re opening a door here, then from here to anywhere in the world, but the transition can be virtually transparent. As in, you don’t have to physically stop here. I don’t think the top of a snowy mountain is the best choice at the moment, considering our current state, though.”

“Where would you like to go?” I ask.

Her eyebrows lift and she scoffs. “What I want is irrelevant.”

“No it isn’t. What all of you want matters. And you two are both free to go wherever you wish now, right? You’re not bound to the prison. You’re not trapped. And even though this place is like the prison, I’ll never force you to stay if you don’t want to be here.”

“Here is just fine, if this is where you are,” Alcides murmurs against my neck. “We are bound to you, Nemea.”

I twist between them and look up into his eyes. “I’m serious. If there was anywhere in the world you could go right now, where would it be? I need practice, so let’s go somewhere. In fact, aren’t Ty and Erebus allowed out too? They’re not prisoners.” I mentally summon the pair, and am gratified when two doors open in the temple across the way and they stride through in their handsome human forms, expectant looks on both their faces.

My stomach flutters at the sight of them, and I debate requesting their true forms for another round of sex.

“We are at your service,” Typhon says, his green gaze hopeful. Erebus nods his agreement and signs something I don’t quite understand. Seeing my confusion, he mentally sends,“What do you wish?”

Before I can offer my suggestion for a field trip, Alcides says, “Shouldn’t you two be helping prepare for the mission tomorrow?”

“I’m not invited,” Typhon says with a careless shrug. “And Erebus… well…”

Erebus has started signing wildly, his expression signaling some displeasure. Alcides watches but I can only wait, because Erebus hasn’t chosen to relay his feelings to me through our bond. But I sense that this is the sort of venting he can only do with a coworker, which I completely get. I’ve had my share of shitty bosses in the past.

When he finally throws up his hand and puffs out a silent breath, Alcides presses his lips together. “He’ll find a solution without you, I imagine.”

Erebus bares his teeth and paces back down the path, his shoulders so tense a few of the dark spines from his true shape have pierced through his armor.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

Campe is the one to fill in the blanks. “Vesh won’t allow Typhon to participate in the heist. Erebus doesn’t agree with this and has abandoned the endeavor in protest. He’s angry that his brother is so short-sighted he won’t give Typhon a chance to prove himself outside of battle.”

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