Exton

Even though they could feel the deep sleep Chloe was in, they had to look for themselves. The nanny looks up from her book, smiling. She sets a finger to her lips and follows Ob and Pandora into the hall.

"They are all asleep. Your brother and his wife checked in about ten minutes ago, Star and her husband right before that. Keon came and left just as silently after checking on the babies." She smiles. "He left sweet treats for all the little ones. For after breakfast of course."

Tonio flits up the hall, back in his accustomed size. he salutes the trio and hovers before the door. The nanny raises a brow. "No."

The little man zips to her, hands on his hips. He cocks his head and stares. "No! You are drunk. Go sleep it off Tonio. Vinzio has taken your time slot."

The winged demifae begins to argue and she leans close. Each word is enunciated very clearly. "I... said... NO." She puckers her lips and blows at him.

Tonio tumbles back from the force of her breath, zipping back as soon as he rights himself. Hands clasped before his chest, he gives her big eyes.

"Go to bed Tonio. Miko will deal with you in the morning." The demifae dips in the air, hovering a little lower." Yes, Tonio, he already knows. Miko was here an hour ago."

The demifae drifts down the hall. He looks in the direction of Pandora and Ob's. He looks about and spies a potted fern. He slips between the leaves and settles in. The nanny shakes her head. "He is going to be in so much trouble tomorrow." She looks at Ob and Pandora. "Oh, there are two Other Realm Fae in one of the second floor rooms. They were asking for Joseph Ramirez. I didn't smell anything off and the demifae seem to know them, so Monty gave them a room. They will be looking for you tomorrow night." Ob nods. "Is there anything else?"

Ob smiles as Pandora checks a few things with the nanny, making sure there isn't anything the girl would need. There is a noise and they turn as a large owl flits through a partially open window. It lands on the sill and shimmers, shifting into a petite woman. The woman slips to the floor and pads past the group. She pulls a chair over to the door and sits, pulling a book from her jacket. Ob raises a brow and the nanny smiles.

"With all the adults, and many of the Demifae, celebrating Grace's life, Miko and I made a few back up arrangements. Laura is a night owl, pun intended. She is also a black belt and experienced street fighter. She is out here, Vinzio is inside, so I can sleep a little until the babies need me. I figured the two of you would like a little time?"

She smiles and slips back into the room. There is the sound of a lock being thrown and Ob laughs. Turning he scoops Pandora up, throwing her over his shoulder. She screams in laughter until his hand comes down on her firm ass. She screams again, writhing. His fingers slide, hand cupping and squeezing.

"Come Bruha. I think I need to ravish mi Mujer."

Once alone in their room, Ob throws her on the bed. His vest and jeans are soon gone, literally ripped from his body. His tail whips slowly as he leans over his wife. His teeth graze cloth, nipping and pulling. Sliding his hands under her blouse, his nails trace over her flesh. A guttural "MINE" slips from his lips. With a growl he rips her top, baring her torso. Ob lowers his head, licking slowly. His hair trails along her arms making her shiver. Looking up at her Ob growls, "Lift."

She lifts her hips and Ob yanks her skirt off and laps at her damp panties. He grins as she lifts her hips higher, grind towards him. Pressing her legs wider, Ob places his mouth tight over the wet fabric and breathes. The heat from his breath has her bucking, rocking against his mouth eagerly. Ob leans back, looking up her body. Her breasts are heaving with each pant. A moan escapes her lips, turning into a whimper as he slides a finger over the crotch of her panties, pressing in.

"What do you want Bruha?"

Pandora arches, raising her butt off the bed.

"Speak to me."

She groans, writhing as he strokes again. "What do you want Bruha?"

"Fuck me."

"What?"

"Fuck me Josephito... oh gods, fuck me!"

He leans over her, hands bracing his weight. His tail slips between their legs, caressing over her panties. She stares up at him, shuddering. The devil's point on his tail squeezes under the fabric, teasing her wetness. He finds her opening and strokes, back and forth, grazing over her clit in between.

He leans close, pressing his cock against her covered mound. With a wicked grin he murmurs to her, "The good thing about prehensile tails with pliable tips..." He strokes her again, "are that they are so good at penetrating."

Reaching between them, Ob grabs the wet fabric. His nails pierce the cloth easily and it rips with one tug. His tail slides under her, teasing her tight anal ring.

Shifting his hips, Ob guides himself, rubbing over her slick opening until she moans and bucks hard. With a groan, he sinks deep, bringing a scream from Pandora. She writhes with each thrust, grinding her hips. Pulling back, she screams again as she impales herself on Ob's tail.

The tightness is intense and Pandora sobs, shaking. He stills waiting for her to relax. When she moans, Ob strokes her face, exploring her eyes. There is pain, slowly dissolving under the clutches of lust. She moans, meeting Ob's ice blue eyes, and moves, rocking herself between his hard pole and tail. Soon the soft moans turn into incoherent sounds and Ob lifts her legs, opening her to his assault.

The moment Pandora tightens, gripping both his cock and tail in her hot depths, he shudders. Fighting for control, Ob wraps her legs around his hips and grinds as he thrusts deep. She screams again, cumming hard around him. Her muscles contract, squeezing, milking, and Ob loses it. He hammers into her, exploding. Each shudder makes her clench, each clench brings another shudder. At last, he leans over her, bracing himself as he slowly pulls his tail from her tight ass. Pandora whimpers and Ob stops, waiting. When he finally slips from her body, he rolls over and pulls her close.

His eyes close and he breathes in her scent, the aroma of their passion, and sighs.

"Te amo, mi Bruha."