Page 33 of Scion of Chaos

Pan takes a hopeful step closer and Vesh reclaims his seat on the footlocker.

“Whatever you wish,” Vesh says.

“You know, if we’re going to be here anyway, we could help,” Pan says with a smirk. That’s when I notice the luxurious dark fur covering his hips and groin swells in front, making it clear it isn’t actual pants.

A smooth, round, dark pink thing protrudes ever so slightly a few inches below his navel at the peak of a thick ridge beneath the fur. A sheath—a fur-covered sheath that protects his hardening cock.

I stare unabashedly while I pull off my boots, fascinated by the way his cock gradually protrudes as it grows harder.

I force my gaze to his face, warmth pooling deep in response to the raw hunger in his eyes. My nipples prick against my bra when I grab the hem of my top and pull it over my head, then meet his gaze.

“I want to see your faces when I get my memories back. Then we can talk about what happens after.”

“Can I at least have the ring back? You made it for me, after all.”

I finish sliding off my pants and grab the dildo to retrieve the ring, which I toss back to him. For a moment I feel like I’m in a reverse Cinderella story, waiting for him to put it on to see if it fits. His cock and lightly fur-covered balls are fully visible now, and he slides the silver ring over his tip and down. It fits exactly as it fit the dildo, until he gets to the base. It’s meant to sit behind his balls, though, and for a moment, I think I must be wrong. But another errant memory flits just out of reach in my mind when he squeezes himself just enough to soften so he can fit both supple orbs through the wide circle. Then he looks at me and strokes himself back to full hardness, one eyebrow lifted as if he’s amused by my fascination.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

I drop the dildo to the bed beside me so I can shed my bra and panties. I hazard a glance at Vesh, belly fluttering with a strange tangle of anticipation and uncertainty. He’s sitting with his elbows on his knees, attention fixed on me. But other than the dark sparks in his eyes, there is no other sign that me getting naked is affecting him. At least not until I push my panties down my legs and he casually reaches out to pluck them off my right foot.

He lifts an eyebrow as he dangles my panties from one finger, staring at the sodden patch in the crotch. They’re black lace except for that small triangle of cotton, which is obviously saturated with my arousal, so much so it glistens.

“What?” I ask in a throaty tone. “I’mnotscared of either of you.”

“This is quite the opposite of scared, Nemea.”

“Should I be scared?” I challenge.

He tilts his head and twists his mouth to one side. “Not scared, no. But perhaps not so enthusiastic, either. We aren’t what you would call good people.”

“Is there something wrong with being enthusiastic about getting myself off?” I pick up the dildo and scoot back against the pillows a little farther so I’m sitting up while I spread my legs. I bite my lower lip as I cut my gaze to Pan where he still stands a few feet from the bed, his huge cock standing proud. The dildo has the exact same size, shape, and gentle curve to it as the real thing it was modeled after. The real one is fucking resplendent with the shining cock-ring at its base.

And he’sright here. I could have him in the flesh if I just asked. But I still don’t want to ask. This may be the last time I can assert any power of my own until I learn to actuallyusemy real power. I don’t want to waste it.

I tear my gaze away from Pan’s glorious shaft and grip the open perfume bottle between two fingers. Keeping my gaze on Vesh I tilt it and trickle the contents out slowly. The fluid inside has an iridescent glow it didn’t have when I put it in the bottle, and it tingles when it lands on my skin, trickling down over my breasts. The mix of earthy and spicy hits my nostrils and I inhale deeply, my body tingling with deeper arousal when the scent seeps in.

I lean back slightly to keep the perfume from flowing off entirely and push my breasts together so it pools between them.

Vesh’s gaze drops, fixing on my cleavage. He tilts his chin up a little. “Rub it into your breasts.”

“Why? Because it needs to soak into my skin to work?”

He smirks. “Because I want to watch you coat your tits in my semen, Nemea. My essence, Pan’s essence, and yours. All three are distilled together in that bottle. It embodies our joining. It will help you restore what you lost.”

“What you took from me,” I say, glaring at him even as I swipe a finger between my breasts and coat each nipple in the fluid. I tease one, then the other, until they’re both hard, then release my breasts and push both hands up between them, sliding through the slick fluid. The now empty bottle bumps to the side, but I leave it on. Now that I know it’s part ofhim, I don’t intend to take it off.

“What I took from you,” he relents.

“Is thisreallythe only way to get my memories back? Can’t you just snap your fingers and make it happen?”

“It could damage your mind if I did that. Better to ease them back into you through sensory prompts. Breathe.”

I take another deep breath as I massage my breasts, aware of my audience of two and the way the scents I’m bathing in evoke both of them so well. I feel the memories, but can’t see them yet, as if they’re obscured behind a heavy curtain, whispering to each other.

The dildo bumps against my thigh, and without looking at it, I heft it in one hand and rest it between my breasts before resuming my slow massage. A dribble of liquid makes it down my belly to pool in my navel, the tickle of it arousing me more. I grip the dildo and draw the tip down my sternum to my navel, coating the bulbous head in the liquid before lowering it between my thighs. Then I rest the tip between my folds, twisting it to coat it in my juices before rubbing it around in circles over my clit. I’m hyperaware of their gazes on me, and of the fact that I’ve never done something like this before. Not that I’ve ever had the opportunity to.

Except Ihave. Just a few days ago, if what they say is true. And hell yes, I want to remember it if it’s true. If it did happen, and if I’m letting it happen again, what does that say about me?

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