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Even though he has intentionally sat there, I am still surprised when Aspis starts to play. It’s a relaxing, more classical piece of music. He plays so well, all I can do is relax into the cushions and listen.

Matilda whispers little nonsense things to me, commenting on the dinner party and the interactions she had. The effect is lovely. My eyes drift shut, and I feel settled for the first time in weeks. Being with Aspis and Matilda, chilling in my living room without anywhere to be or anything to do, it heals something in me.

“Are you asleep?” Matilda whispers.

I open my eyes, a dopey grin on my face as I take her in. She’s leaning over me, her golden eyes gleaming in the dim lighting.

She climbs onto my lap, her legs settling on either side as she rests her head against my chest. Aspis starts to play another pretty song in the background and I release a contented sigh.

Luckily, Matilda’s horns grow away from her face and not straight upwards, so I’m not at risk of being stabbed. I stroke her back and run my fingers through her hair as we relax and listen. It truly is perfect.

My attention is drawn to her ears. I wonder if she would mind if I touched them? They’re a tawny brown, long and down turned. I tentatively brush my fingers along the fur and am rewarded with a deep groan of satisfaction. They’re so soft, I can help but continue to stroke them, and Matilda wriggles against me in pleasure.

She raises her head, her eyelids heavy as she glances at my lips. She kisses me with hunger, and I realize that I was giving her a different type of pleasure than I thought.

The music around us turns sensual as Matilda strokes her tongue against mine, eagerly deepening our kiss. I grip her hips, pressing her tightly against me. She moans as she benefits from the added friction.

Chapter 25

Ivy

Matilda breaks our kiss, leaning back on her hooves.

Fuck, she is gorgeous. Her hair is falling in loose waves over her shoulders, the lamplight setting her aglow from behind like a halo.

“Maybe it’s time that I show youallabout Aspis?” She asks with a teasing tone.

I’m feeling a lot better about it all now. I think I was just a little surprised before.

Matilda guides me across the room to Aspis, who is still playing the piano. She lets me go and I stand a little to the side as she kisses his neck from behind, running her hands over his chest as he continues the beautiful melody.

“Come and play with us instead.”

The music stops as Aspis turns in his seat at Matilda’s words, maneuvering his tail so that it wraps around her calves. She giggles, looking down at how she is now trapped. Matilda lifts the hem of Aspis’ t-shirt, and he obediently raises his arms over his head so that she can strip him of it.

Holy shit, Aspis isripped. Fuck, the tattoos, his body… I am insanely attracted to this male.

He turns to me, giving me his full attention and reaching out a hand.

“Are you joining us?” He asks.

I step forward nervously. God, who am I right now? I never do anything nervously. I feel so out of my element. But I need to at least try to trust Aspis and Matilda.

My mates.

They both grab me by the waist, Aspis kissing me with passion. My toes curl as Matilda gently brushes her fingertips over my nipples through my shirt.

“Let me show you how this guy works.” Matilda is lightening the mood and I am grateful for it. It all seems a lot less scary now.

She guides me onto my knees as she does the same. Matilda talks me through the steps as she slips her hand into a slit in his scales. It’s so much more erotic than I would have expected, and I can feel how wet I am getting underneath my tights.

Matilda releases not one, but two penises from the pocket. They are covered in textured ridges, and he has piercings on the bases of both.

Shit.

I had no idea that someone could have two dicks. Images flash through my mind of Aspis fucking Matilda and I at the same time. Or what if he fucked my pussy and my ass together?

“You OK?” Aspis asks, concern lacing his voice.

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