GTS Syndrome Vol 2 Ch 16: Explosion Of The Emerald Glow!

Her grip tightened again.

Knocking the air out of my lungs as she continued to lick my body, over and over again. Soon my body was covered in her saliva, her sticky saliva that threatened to drown me in its fluids.

Did I really taste that delicious, I mean I know that some men are considered delicacies or at least I'm told and right now I hoped that it didn't come to that.

I could feel it—bones creaking under the pressure of her fingers like dry twigs on a forest floor. My chest compressed with every breath she took, her massive form heaving with each ragged inhale. Her body was trembling now, the sweat on her skin turning cool against the desert air, but her voice... her voice was anything but calm.

"I-I..." she stammered, her red eyes locked onto me like a hawk tracking its prey. "I can't take it anymore!"

The shout exploded out of her, so loud it shook through my ribs. My ears rang, and my vision blurred as she clutched me even tighter. My lungs screamed for air, and my heart pounded against the inside of my chest like it was trying to punch its way out.

"Penelope!" I cried, my voice raw with panic. "You're hurting me!"

But she didn't seem to hear me—not the real her, anyway. Her expression had melted into something wild, something desperate and confused all at once. A low moan slipped out from her lips, guttural and strange, as she buried her face closer again, her tongue darting out and swiping across me.

I tried to turn my head, to avoid the wet smear of her taste across my cheek, but there was nowhere to go. The heat of her breath, the tremble of her muscles—every part of her was trembling now, as if trying to hold back a hurricane just under the surface.

This wasn't her. It couldn't be her. Not the Penelope I knew.

She was lost.

Completely lost in the Wanting.

The pressure around my torso became unbearable, sharp bolts of pain firing through my sides. I could feel something pop in my shoulder and gasped, panic racing up my throat. My legs dangled uselessly in the air, and my limbs throbbed with every heartbeat.

If this kept up, she was going to snap me in two.

"Please..." I whispered, eyes squinting against the sweat and the light. "Penelope. It's me. Braden."

No answer. Just a deep, low purr from her throat—a sound I couldn't tell was pleasure or warning. Her pupils were wide and trembling, her lips parted with a grin that sent a shiver crawling down my spine.

It would turn out that I would get my answer very soon as for a split second Penelope's grip did loosen and with her free hand she tore her armor from her body releasing her massive breasts into the world for all to see.

"Penelope what the hell!" i should yell.

"Come here." Penelope should say as she brought me closer to her bosom and placed me in between her flesh.

I groaned out as her tit flesh threatened to overwhelm me. It didn't help much as Penelope wrapped her arm around her chest squeezing her breasts together.

The pressure was getting worse and worse, I really couldn't catch a break with this chick.

"I have no choice." I whispered as I crawled my fingers into my pocket and could just barely feel that smooth handle of the only weapon that could help.

Penelope between her moans reached down, below my eye line I heard a loud ripping noise followed by brown fabric being ripped free with her other hand.

It is then that I heard squishy sounds coming from bellow, wet squishy sounds, followed by earth shaking moans by Penelope.

Soon her skin became more and more sweaty. I bathed in her sweat, her moist skin that heated me up like a sauna. Her grip over her breasts never faltering,

After a few minutes of this Penelope finally looked down at me, between her ragged breaths. She brought her free right hand up and held it over me. I looked up to see moist fingers, pointed towards me, and was forced to close my eyes as sticky, warm liquid fell onto my head.

And you know what... that was the last straw!

"BOOM!!!"

The ground split with a thunderous crack.

At first, I thought it was another one of her lung-shaking moans. But then her grip loosened, her body convulsed—and just like that, she collapsed.

The impact hit like a meteor strike.

A tidal wave of sand launched skyward as Penelope's massive form slammed to the ground, her arms sprawled out, eyes unfocused and twitching. The world shook beneath me—and then something even stranger happened.

Green light.

It shimmered all around me—warm, protective, alive. My feet weren't even touching the ground anymore. I was floating, suspended midair in this strange aura, as if gravity had temporarily decided I wasn't worth the effort.

"What the hell..."

My eyes dropped to my hand—and there it was.

Draughtbane.

The black handle I always carried, the one I had never fully understood... it was glowing. Bright green lines pulsed across the obsidian surface like veins full of life. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel like I was holding a weapon.

I felt like it was holding me.

The moment was perfect—just long enough for me to stare in awe, to take in the power. Then, like a light switch being flipped off—

The green glow vanished.

"Wait, wait, wait—!"

I dropped like a stone. Sand whooshed up around me as I hit the ground, hard.

"OW!" I groaned, spitting out grit and clutching my back as I rolled over. "Yeah, okay. That could've been cooler..."

I sat up, Draughtbane still in hand, the energy now dormant—but I could feel it. It responded. That was more than I could say before. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"I'm making progress," I said aloud, panting. "Finally."

But just as the words left my mouth... the sand beneath me started to tremble again.

A subtle vibration.

Then stronger.

Then violent.

"...Oh, come on."

I turned toward the source—and sure enough, Penelope was rising.

Towering.

Her body stretched as she climbed up on all fours, the soft earth quaking under her immense weight. Sand rolled off her back in great clumps. Her head lifted. Her eyes—

Red.

But not like before. This wasn't the playful, dazed Penelope chasing me around like I was a shiny toy. No. This was different. Her pupils were narrow. Her smile was gone. Her expression was... primal.

Focused.

Hungry.

"...Uh oh."