Page 40 of The Brothers Bane

I know it’ll be some time before I can fuck her again, so I try to draw this out, but the tight clench of her pussy around my cock makes it difficult. My knot begins to swell inside her, locking her to me. I howl, all three of my heads harmonizing, when my climax takes hold fully and I shoot deep into her one last time.

She cries my name over and over, the sound fading to an almost desperate whimper when her orgasm hits, her tight pussy spasming around my knot.

“What is happening?” she pants, reaching down to grasp the base of my cock. She doesn’t try to pull away, but her tight pussy continues spasming around me. I don’t think she’s finished yet.

“Oh shit, did he do what I think he did?” Chrysaor says, perking up from where he fell to the side after his climax.

“What did he do? Oh fuck, I can’t… I can’t stop…!” She lets out another quavering moan.

I’m dazed by the feel of her still clamped tight around me. I can’t find the words to give her, so I just dip my head and gently lick the back of her neck with one head, nipping lightly at her shoulder with another head, and emit a rumbling growl at Chrysaor with the third, warning him not to interfere.

“Don’t worry, man, I’m not,” he says, holding up his hands. To Nemea, he says, “He just knotted you. Which I’ve never actually seen him do before.”

Pan rolls onto his side and peeks beneath her, lifting his eyebrows. “She took all of him too. Wicked. Are you still coming, Nemea?”

“Uh-huh,” she says, then gasps and pushes back against me. I whine, because the movement only rouses my desire more. I’ve never come again post-knot, but if she keeps milking me like this, I might.

I try to move, but can’t, so I just let her have control now. Her nails dig into the bed and she tightens around me like a vise, then releases. Her fucking pussy is magic, clamping and releasing like she’s determined to draw another out of me, like she’s not satisfied being trapped in an orgasmic loop alone.

The other two watch in fascination as she continues to torment me until I have no choice. I’m howling again a moment later as she draws another devastating orgasm from me before her pussy finally relaxes. My knot subsides a moment later, but I’m too completely drained to move.

I drop back to my haunches, panting while she remains on all fours in front of me, cum dripping out of her.

“Make me come again. Lick me clean.” The words are unmistakably a command I should obey, and despite how spent I feel, I shove a snout between her thighs again without missing a beat.

When she looks over her shoulder at me, I finally register that her eyes are glowing a deep ultraviolet, not unlike Vesh’s. She’s at full power now, the magic resonating in her tone and glowing in the veins beneath the surface of her skin. Her tattoo is an even more vibrant shape on her side, its glowing gaze watchful and constantly shifting between me and all the others who watch this coupling.

Her next climax floods my tongue, but she isn’t finished yet. She calls them each one by one, beginning with Erebus, and I move aside, watching as each of her mates fucks her, then obeys her order to lick her clean afterward. Even Alcides, who never partook in our play before, drives his cock into her like we aren’t there, not caring about the sticky mess the others left behind, nor the remnants of us that must linger on her when he buries his face between her thighs.

Typhon is the only one who holds back, merely watching with heated gaze from his bench.

When she calls for him, he comes to bed but doesn’t undress or climb on. He crouches and rests his arms on the covers, taking her hand and holding it while Chrysaor takes another turn.

“I’m not myself in this dream shape,” he says. “Until I can shift properly to make love to you with my own body, the only way we can be together is if you come to me in my cavern.”

“Isn’t this you?” she asks.

“This is half your perception of me and half what I wish for you to see. It isn’t real. Not like the others who can shift into human shapes.”

She’s disappointed but accepts a kiss from him that lingers while Chrysaor brings her to another body-shaking climax, only to be shoved aside by Campe.

The dragon eyes me warily where I sit to one side, calmly overseeing the proceedings. Just to taunt her, I shift into the shape of a man again and grab one of my cocks. “Need to borrow a dick? I’ve got spares.”

To my surprise, Campe smirks. “I think I can satisfy her better with my tongue and tail.”

Then she’s naked, and the pair of them tangle like they’ve been starved for each other. When Campe’s tail makes an appearance and promptly buries itself in Nemea’s pussy, I’m not the only one making sounds of awe and wonder.

What the two of them do to each other, between Campe’s tail and Nemea’s octopus, manages to shock all of us, and I didn’t think we had it in us to be shocked by anything.

As if to one-up herself, Campe manifests even more tails than the one. But she doesn’t stop there; her entire body morphs until she’s even more serpentine than before, with pale green skin and a mass of thick tails, snakes for hair, and teeth as sharp as razors. Nemea doesn’t seem to care, and actually looks delighted by this new shape. Campe’s evidently mastered Sybil’s form, who has many tails of her own and loves to use them to torment her sex partners. By the time they both climax, they’re wrapped in each other’s numerous appendages, and I’m ready to fuck again.

“Come,” Nemea says in a husky purr when she senses me lurking at her back, trying to find a way in. Her octopus releases Campe, stretching two long tentacles back to coil around one of my wrists. It pulls me down against Nemea’s back, and she lifts her leg. Her pussy is unoccupied, so I waste no time plunging all three of my cocks into her, knowing now that she can take them. At least in this form I won’t risk knotting her again, because I don’t think I can stand the kind of torture she inflicted on me earlier a second time.

Campe swallows Nemea’s moan with a kiss, holding her tight while I fuck her. I’m hanging on the precipice of another epic orgasm when I feel the gentle caress against my thigh, trailing up my side. I open my eyes to see the dragon looking back at me. One of her tails makes its way around my thigh and between my legs, tugging lightly at my balls in a way that instantly sends me over the edge.

“You bother me because you always come too fast, pup. You’re no challenge for a dragon like me.”

She withdraws then, leaving me wrapped around Nemea, who reaches for Campe in protest, but lacks much energy to hold her arm up for long. Campe crouches and exhales a long breath of iridescent smoke that cascades over us, condensing into the softest blanket. She caresses Nemea’s cheek.

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