Page 46 of Hera

Augustine visibly swallowed, his gaze flicking from her face to her body and back.

Hera smiled. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yes,” his voice was hoarse.

“So do I,” Hera replied, lingering on his nicely muscled body, obliques that narrowed down to a long, thick cock. Her mouth watered and she felt wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the water they were standing in. Finally closing the distance between them, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his jaw.

His chest heaved against hers and he tilted his head down until she could align their lips. She pressed light kisses against his mouth until he growled deep in his chest and bent, grabbing her by the thighs and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his hips.

“Yes,” Hera murmured into his mouth, weaving her fingers through his hair so she could manipulate his head the direction she wanted. Her tongue licked into his mouth, dancing with his as she deepened the kiss. His cock rubbed against her clit just right and she broke the kiss with a gasp. “Oh, my Goddess, yes!” she cried out, grinding her hips against him.

His hands tightened their grip on her thighs and he walked deeper into the pool until the water came up to their chests. “I thought you wanted to swim?” he groaned as her hips swiveled.

“I wanted to get us both naked,” Hera clarified, tipping his head back to expose his throat. “Swimming is incidental.” She bit lightly over his Adam’s apple, and his fingers dug into her flesh even as the water around them thrashed. “Is that your tail?” she asked, eager for another glimpse of it. “Can I see?”

“Yes,” Augustine gasped.

His tail rose up out of the water beside them and Hera stared at it, eyes wide. Hooking one arm around his neck, she reached out for his tail with the other, bringing it close. “How much can you feel with it?” she asked.

“I can feel each individual finger holding it,” Augustine replied.

“Is it sensitive? Can you feel the difference between a soft touch and a firm one?” Hera asked, stroking the purple scales with a fingertip. Although the edges looked sharp, they did not cut her finger.

“Yes,” Augustine responded shakily.

“Can you feel the difference between the air and the water?” Hera brought the tip of his tail closer to her, brushing the tip against her cheek. The scales felt soft and warm against her skin.

“Ye-es.” His breath hitched as Hera flicked the tip of his tail with her tongue, her gaze fixed on his. His pupils darkened and the irises flared indigo when she sucked more of the tail into her mouth, her tongue undulating against the thick length. “Hera,” he said, a hard edge to his voice. “You are messing with things you do not understand.”

Hera pulled off the tail tip with a pop. “Did that feel good?” At Augustine’s nod, she smirked. “Then, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Augustine twitched his tail out of her grasp, making her pout. “Touching my dragon parts like that makes the rest of me want to go full dragon.”

Hera’s inner walls clenched on nothing. “That sounds amazing,” she rasped. “Yes, I want that.”

“You cannot possibly—” Augustine shook his head. “I have no idea what I could do to you in that state.”

Hera took his chin in her hands, forcing him to see the sincerity in her eyes. “August, when will it get through to you that I love you. All of you. And Iwantyou.All of you.” She frowned. “You do want to have sex with me, don’t you? Now that you don’t have any more secrets, we can have sex, right?”

Augustine sighed and released his grip on her thighs. “Follow me,” he said, swimming toward the waterfall.

Confused, Hera swam under the falling water to see a cavern hidden behind it. Augustine was climbing out of the water and sitting on the rocky edge. He patted the spot beside him and she joined him.

He took her hands in his and met her gaze unwaveringly. “I have one more secret,” he admitted. “It has to do with my dragon. When I mate, if we were to make love, I wish for it to be forever. I wish to give you my mating bite.”

“Are you— Are you proposing?” Hera gasped, eyes wide. Her cheeks flushed. “I...”

“Yes, I guess I am.” Augustine cleared his throat. “I don’t have a ring.” Then, an idea seemed to strike him. Pulling his tail around, he felt along it for a second until he tugged and a scale came off. “Take this, as a sign of my devotion to you.”

Hera took the shimmery purple scale in a shaky hand. She cupped it between her palms and concentrated, shaping the material. When she finished, she held up a dainty purple ring. “Put it on for me?” she asked shyly.

“Does this mean—?” Augustine seemed hardly able to believe what he was seeing.

“Yes,” Hera whispered. “I will be yours forever.”

Augustine took the ring and slid it on the fourth finger of her left hand. “I love you,” he murmured, cupping her face.

“And I love you,” Hera replied, beaming at him. She slung her leg over his hips, sitting on his thighs and bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss. “We can have sex, now?” she asked eagerly, pulling back slightly.

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