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“YOU’RE A FUCKING PRICK ,” I tell the creature setting my Sera down on her makeshift bed.

I think he’s going to ignore me. The bastard does that whenever I get angry. He shuts me out until I calm down. That isn’t going to happen this time because this time, he’s gone too far.

“She wanted it,” he tells me quietly.

“No, she didn’t.”

I refuse to believe that. I refuse to believe my Sera would want this asshole to touch her like that. To be inside her — with his fucking tail.

“Did you miss how hard she came?” A long, jointed finger sweeps a dark coil of hair off her temple. “I wasn’t even the one fucking her. She was doing all the work on her own.”

I will never get the image of my Sera riding this bastard’s tail out of my head. Even while I loathed everything he was doing to her, making her do, watching the wet patch in her panties darken with every invasion of his tail had my molars creaking — if I had molars in this form. But it was when the tail slid free and I could see just how deep it had been solely based on the white cream coating the black scales that I felt a surge of pride.

She’d taken so much for a virgin. Not exactly half, but close. And with the bumps that lined both sides, too. Fuck, she’s such a good girl.

Still. That’s not the point.

“You’re a monster who forces her to do things she’s too innocent to understand.”

He straightens in the confines of the cramped trailer. The heavy stench of burnt sugar lingers in the air, an indication that Bloom has injected her week’s pay into her veins. The wooden slats dividing the spacious master bedroom from the rest of the trailer are shut firmly, but I can hear the subtle whistle of her breathing disturbing the air.

“You could stop me. You’ve had years to tell her not to take my offer.” He lifts crimson eyes to the mirror fixed to the yellowed plaster, and I can feel him judging me. “I know it’s not because you fear the pain or getting consumed. You enjoy everything I do to her. You like watching me do all the things you won’t do.”

He’s wrong.

I’m not some sicko who wants his own ... that isn’t it. I love Seraphine. She’s my whole world. I don’t want anyone to touch her.

“You know she won’t listen to me even if I tried,” I rationalize.

Warrick says nothing, but his gaze lowers to Sera’s sleeping silhouette.

I watch helplessly as he reaches down and starts undoing the buttons on her cardigan, taking his time unveiling the tank underneath. The wool is pulled free of her body and tossed to the foot of the bed. He starts on her slippers next, peeling each one off with a gentleness I’ve only ever seen him use with her. Patience and single-minded focus. They’re set under the bed.

When he reaches for her skirt, my metaphorical heart jumps in my chest. In this state, where I’m no more than a wisp of a shadow inside a body that is and isn’t mine, I’m powerless to do anything but watch as she’s freed from the fabric. As he pulls it down her long, smooth legs. As she’s left with a tiny square of white fabric molded almost too perfectly over her lips.

Clad in her tank and panties, Warrick forces me to take her in. Makes me follow the smooth stretch of skin from her throat to her chest, to high, firm breasts that fit too perfectly in the creature’s massive hands, their rosy tips peeking out from between long fingers. They had been so sensitive. Every brush had her writhing in his lap. She’d been so beautiful. So responsive. Her weak little noises had nearly sent me over the edge. And when she came ... body bowed, head thrown back, teeth caught in her bottom lip ... I would have given anything to taste it.

“Aren’t you curious why I let you watch?” the monster taunts. “Why you’re still here?”

It had occurred to me when the metaphorical door barricading me every other night stayed open. I assumed he’d forgotten. I should have known there was an alternative motive.

“Because you like torturing us?”

He scoffs. But rather than answer, he leans down and brushes his thumb over the hard point poking up from beneath the cotton. Sera shifts but stays lost in her slumber.

“Stop it,” I hiss.

If I had teeth, or a jaw, they would have been grinding and clenched tight.

The creature snickers, hooking his fingers into the straps looped over her shoulders, dragging them down her arms.

Her perfect tits practically glow in the semi darkness. The sensitive peaks pucker with the disturbance. Tiny goosebumps scatter across her skin.

“I let you watch because I’m tired of your holier than thou bullshit. I’m tired of you pretending you’re better than me when I know every filthy dream you’ve had about her. When I’ve felt how hard your cock gets when she smiles at you. Let’s not forget all the times you’ve watched her playing with her pussy and jerked off.”

The heat I feel is rage, I tell myself. It’s outrage for the absolute lies he’s spewing. “That isn’t—”

“Tell me you don’t want to touch her.”

If I could, I would have glared at him. “Of course I fucking don’t! She’s my sister.”

I can feel the fucker roll his eyes. “Says who? Bloom? This is why human and incubi bonds don’t work. This is why the demon half always consumes the human and lives happily ever after. I let you live because Seraphine begged me. She is the only reason you exist to annoy me. But it’s been long enough, and I need my mate. So, you will submit, or I will destroy you and beg for her forgiveness after the fact, but you will still be gone.”

“Submit to what? You fucking my sister while I watch?”

He rubs a claw over his face in agitation. “You don’t have to watch.” Gingerly, he lowers himself on the edge of the pull out next to Seraphine’s hip. “I can let you enjoy her, too. Let you feel everything I feel. You won’t have to live in the dark at night anymore. I can give you freedom and the woman we both want.”

“I don’t want...”

The soft, plump texture of Seraphine’s right breast cradles in my palm. It’s Warrick’s large, clawed hand, but I feel it. Her. I feel her satin smooth flesh as if I’m the one touching her. Brushing my thumb over the pink tip and making Sera gasp.

“We don’t have to divide our days and nights. We can coexist with her,” he says while running my knuckle over the peak. Pinching it between two fingers and tugging.

Seraphine shifts on the cushions. Her hips wiggle, searching for someone to ease the pressure he’s building between her thighs.

“That ... that isn’t what I want. It’s not...”

The same hand drifts down the smooth contours of her belly to the thin, white fabric covering her pussy.

“Do you want me to stop here then?”

One talon hooks into the top and lifts the elastic. I get a peek of soft, downy curls, but it’s the sweet, musky scent of her arousal that kicks me in the gut. It’s how pure and needy I know her little hole is.

But of course I want him to stop. She’s sleeping. Touching her like this is wrong...

His fingertips vanish beneath the elastic.

“Wait,” I try feebly.

“She’s so tight,” the creature purrs in my head. “So wet. We can stretch her, fill her with every inch of our cocks. We can take turns breeding her cunt until it’s dripping out of her for days.”

Sera’s cunt, stretched and leaking, fills the very cavity of my soul. It takes prime seat at the forefront of my mind until it’s all I can see. All I can focus on ... until his fingers part her slippery lips and send me down a spiral of chaos.

I have never touched her, but it’s exactly how I imagined her little nub would feel — small, slick and sensitive. A tiny bump hugged by soft lips that descend into a creamy pool of arousal. But I stay at her clit. I rub a single finger in slow rocks between her folds and watch her spread for me. Watch her pull her thighs wide in invitation to take. To invade her where no one has ever touched her before — Warrick doesn’t count.

Sera moans deep in her throat. Her lips part and her head falls back as I get her close. I flick faster, rewarded with a deep groan and a roll of her hips, pressing her harder against my hand. Her back arches, thrusting her delicious tits higher in offering.

“Make her cum.”

Warrick’s command breaks my bubble and I try to yank my hand ... his hand away. I tell myself I hadn’t meant to do that. I got carried away. It’s his fault. He got into my head.

“Too late, big brother ,” he mocks, mimicking big brother like a slur. “You can’t leave my mate hungry and wet.”

I’m given no chance to ask what the hell he means when he heaves his massive body onto the bed between her sprawled thighs.

“What are you doing?”

A clawed finger hooks into the crotch of her panties and jerks the fabric to one side, and I am given my first clear view of Sera’s little pussy.

It’s perfect. I knew it would be, but seeing its pink center shiny with need and swollen has my brain forgetting everything, except how fucking tightly she’d squeeze around my cock. Her tiny hole is soaked, dripping down the crack of her ass.

“You need to stop,” I breathe to someone. Maybe myself. Maybe the monster unfurling his reptilian tongue and sweeping it up her center.

The delicious taste of her explodes across my tongue. It fills my throat. Fills my cock. His cock? I don’t fucking know, except I need him to do it again. I need him to clean every drop of her cream until she cums and gives me more of it.

The bastard doesn’t hesitate circling her clit before sliding the whole five inches of his tongue inside her.

Sera sobs in her sleep. Her cry is a symphony of panicked desperation. The mewling whine of a woman getting fucked by a demon tongue. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. The decadent aroma of her arousal overrides Bloom’s stench. It plumes into the air as delicious as the slick folds Warrick greedily laps like he might die if he stops.

Sera writhes and bucks. She impales herself on every inch he feeds her, and her walls clasp the slippery appendage. Dragging it in deeper as the peak hits her.

“Oh God,” she whines through clenched teeth, head back, eyes squeezed shut tight as a look of absolute anguish twists her features. “Don’t stop. I’m cumming.”

I can’t take my eyes off her. Even when she gives a shredded wail and cums on my face.

On Warrick’s face.

The creature groans, a deep primal growl of possessive satisfaction. He doesn’t remove his tongue until the last shudder has left her and she’s still once more. He withdraws slowly and runs it through her folds, cleaning her.

I was so enraptured by Sara, I hadn’t noticed his free hand tucked under his belly until he climbs over top of her, jerking his engorged cock.

Like his tail, the tip has a snake head shape with barbs along the top of the shaft and two rows of notches along the underside that release pheromones during intercourse. The tiny holes spray up inside the other person, creating an almost euphoric sensation. A delicious rush of arousal that gets them to loosen enough to get knotted. It’s the same shit he exudes with his touch when he runs his paws all over Sera to get her to relax.

Though, I do wonder if it also knocks people out. Heavy sleeper or not, Sera should have woken up during at least half of what just happened.

But that’s a thought for later; Warrick kneels over Sera’s sprawled thighs, meaty fist pumping his cock.

“What are you doing?” I demand.

He ignores me as he pushes her panties aside with one hand and pumps thick, white cum all across her lips with the other. It soaks her dark curls and dribbles down to her pulsing opening where the asshole immediately pushes it in with a bent knuckle.

My damn knuckles because I can feel the slick walls of her cunt practically sucking them in and shuddering with every pump.

“ Stop that!” I snap, hating the tremor weakening my words. “You’re going to get her pregnant.”

The piece of shit chuckles. “That’s the point.”

Fury lashes through me at the thought of Sera finding out she’s having this monster’s offspring. How scared she’d be.

“Get away from her,” I threaten, knowing full well there is nothing I can do to stop him. “I won’t let her have your spawn.”

“Let?” His cackle is cold and evil. “You can’t stop me.”

As if to prove my weakness, he bends and places the spear-shaped head of his cock against Sera’s opening and nudges in. Not all the way, but far enough that I know he’s cumming inside her. Inside my Sera. Breeding her.

“I’m going to kill you,” I vow, though I know it’s an empty lie.

Warrick pulls out and a thin dribble of jizz trickles free of Sera’s opening. The sight tightens something inside me. Something hot and feral. Something that borders on unhinged.

“It’s our nature,” Warrick murmurs. “What you’re feeling. Claiming and breeding our mate. You want her because you know she’s supposed to be yours.”

“She doesn’t know what you’re doing to her,” I attempt.

“I think she will when she wakes up in the morning, dripping cum. She might think it’s just her own arousal, but a part of her knows.”

“You’ve done this before?”

I think of all the times he’s unceremoniously shoved me into that dark crevice after putting Sera to bed. Years of it. I always assumed he’d simply gone to bed. I had no idea he was molesting her in her sleep.

“Every night. It won’t get her pregnant. Not like this. We have to knot inside her, but I enjoy seeing it coming out of her.”

I do, too. A part of me wants to see a heavier quantity spilling out, but I would never tell him that.