Page 3 of Scion of Chaos

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Typhon

Fear of the island has all but disappeared. We could be on the verge of a battle even worse than the one we fought here three years past. But when Tartarus reaches out his mind to link to Pan’s, the faun is already inside the woman. She’s riding his cock, her scent and juices covering his beard from tasting her.

Tartarus doesn’t disguise our presence, and Pan pushes back against us.“No, get out. She’s mine!”

“Not if we were able to follow you. You know what this means for us. She is ours. Even if this is a trap, she belongs to us, and I mean to have a taste before I take you home.”

Tartarus pushes deeper into Pan’s mind, taking me with him as he walks toward the cabin. We inhabit the faun’s body for one glorious moment of pleasure before he ejects us, begging the woman not to stop. He thinks if he can finish inside her that he will be free.

“She can’t save you, Pan,” Tartarus says through the mist he’s summoned as an extension of his consciousness. It fills the space around the fucking couple, letting us see them from all sides before we’ve even entered the room. Chaos magic sparks through the mist as the woman writhes atop Pan, seemingly oblivious to our presence while we wrap her in a loose embrace, gliding the moisture over her smooth, warm skin.

“Vesh, how the fuck are you even here? She’s mine!” Pan yells aloud this time.

The woman stills as though aware, but not afraid. Tartarus slithers his vaporous form around her, teasing her soft and sensitive parts. She moans when he tweaks her nipples. My own arousal pushes against his mind, and he silently coaxes me to be patient.

We will have her together,he promises.

The cabin shudders when we step up onto the porch, but I don’t think it’s our doing. Panes of glass in the windows begin to crack when we cross the threshold, buckling under the pressure of the power pushingoutward, notin.

“This is her, isn’t it?”I observe, more eager than ever to touch her, even if it’s through my brother’s fingertips.

“She is dangerous, little brother. Isn’t it wonderful?”Our mist continues to stroke her supple skin, coasting over her curvy body, drawing more moans from her. When we push open the bedroom door, Pan rises onto his elbows, a panicked look on his face.

“Get out!” he yells. But he isn’t about to make the girl stop riding his cock.

Nemea. I pluck her name from Pan’s mind as Tartarus carries us to the bed. He climbs on, kneeling between Pan’s spread legs and pressing up against her back. This close I can scent her, and every one of my hundred heads rouses to full alertness. My cock rouses with them, engorged enough that I maneuver onto my haunches in my cave, fully awake from the flood of desire through my system. Without letting go of my connection to my brother, I move to the dark warmth of my bathing pool and slip into its depths, rolling onto my back to let my cock breathe while I enjoy the moment.

My brother dips his head and drifts his lips across her ear. “When you summon him, you summon me, Nemea. He is bound to me, as are all the guardians of Tartarus. I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call sooner. But I’m here now, ready to take my share.”

Nemea shudders, but not from distaste or even fear—“dangerous” is right, if she is so flushed with power that she doesn’t fear us.

Pan scowls up at us. “Why do I have to shareeverythingwith you?”

Tartarus lifts a hand and presses against the center of her back. She bends over without protest, gifting us a glorious view of her round ass. Her opening is stretched around Pan’s cock.

“It’s okay,” she says to him. “I want you both.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Pan protests.

But her statement is enough to urge us on. My brother grips the remnants of her panties still clinging to one hip and rips them off, then tears open his own pants, releasing his stiff cock. I drift three of my heads down low to lick up my own shaft where I float atop my pool, letting out a groan as pleasure floods me.

“Are you ready, little brother? Be alert, because if this is a trap, this is when it will take us.”

But I don’t care. It’s been centuries since we’ve had a cunt so sweet, if we ever have at all. Tartarus nudges his cockhead at the place where Pan fills her. My own tip throbs, greedy for more.

“Will you share?” he asks, teasing his fingertips between her thighs.

She cranes her head to look at us, her eyes wide, her pupils fathomless and dark as she studies his face. I want her to see me too, but to show her might be the end of this fun. I am not a creature women are happy to set eyes on, so it’s easier if I can hide behind my brother’s handsome face.

Finally she nods and bends over again. She kisses Pan, and they share a silent exchange we aren’t privy to, but I sense his surrender too. A moment later, he shifts his hips down to slide out of her, granting us room to move in. Tartarus aligns his cock with the faun’s and presses both their tips to her core once more.

Then we slide into her, and the tight perfection of her pussy squeezes all three of us. Several of my heads let out soft rumbles of pleasure while others join the few that are licking my cock.

“That’s perfect,” Tartarus says on a groan. He grips her hips and pushes deep. Pan’s mind links with ours, easily giving over to the need to please her now, to pleasure ourselves. We are in sync as we fuck her, bending over and setting a steady rhythm. The air around us vibrates with power, some of it ours, but most of it not. The power is unrestrained, untrained, and wilder even than Chaos himself. It’s all her, and when she lets out her first orgasmic cry, the window beside the bed shatters.

I’m lost to the grip of her sheath, my own climax boiling over even as the cabin begins to shudder around us, beams cracking and glass shards tinkling to the floor. Tartarus and Pan both yell in tandem with her cries when the cabin collapses around the bed.

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