Page 34 of Scion of Chaos

That you have nothing to be ashamed of, I tell myself. Only that I didn’t take their bait and agree to fuck them when I don’t have to. I can get what I want this way. And the fact that I would happily fuck them only makes forcing them to watch even hotter.

It only takes a few rubs of my clit before I need a breather, but I’m determined to torture them a little before I finish. I slide the dildo down and press it to my opening. I remember this part at least, but it isn’t quite right. The first time I used it I wasn’t lying down. So I sit up and shift onto my knees, then reposition the dildo between my thighs. It’s big enough that I only have to lower myself a little before it’s braced between me and the bed. I try to release my grip to drop lower and push onto it, but the curve makes it slide up through my folds until it wobbles and nearly falls. I reach down to grab it.

“Pan, help her hold it still,” Vesh says.

“Sure thing, boss.” He steps closer, and I shake my head.

“I can do it.”

“I have no doubt,” Vesh says. “But I’d like to watch you enjoy yourself without having to worry about logistics. Let him help.”

“That would defeat the purpose of making you watch.”

Pan halts, then shifts around to the foot of the bed to stand beside Vesh. “Maybe your brother can help.”

Brother?My eyes widen.

Vesh’s eyebrows lift and he glances around the room. “Erebus, come out. I know you’re here.”

Nothing happens, and the two of them look at each other. “I guess he obeyed your orders for once,” Pan says.

Vesh’s gaze shifts to the distance, his eyes unfocusing just like they did when I was positive the two of them were telepathically communicating. A moment later the room darkens, a faint shadow gliding around the walls and floor, then stilling.

“Nemea, meet Erebus. Since he wasn’t present during the event you’re trying to remember, would you allow him to help?”

“I don’t see anyone…” I begin, but then the shadows shift and take the vague shape of a large man just to one side of Vesh. He raises a hand and waves.

“You justinvitedhim in to watch?” I ask, incredulous.

“Not just watch. He’ll help, since you’re so intent on masturbating while Pan and I watch. I can ask him to leave if you’re uncomfortable.” He glances at my bag where it lies on the foot of the bed. Erebus was one of the sketches in my sketchpad, and he knows it.

I sit back on my heels, the dildo forgotten between my knees. “How many of them are here? Are you going to invitethemto help too?”

“If you wish, though I don’t think there’s room on my bed for all of them. But they are already watching.”

Panicked, I stare around the windowless room. One side features a wide window overlooking the web of dark bridges surrounding the tower. Bright torches line them, attached to support columns. But I see no one hovering outside looking in. Confused, I return my gaze to Vesh, and he taps his temple.

“Iamthe prison, Nemea. They are inside me.”

“But we’re in the prison, aren’t we?”

He shrugs. “It works how it works. I embody the place, and the place embodies me. What matters is that all my guards are linked to me and will do my bidding. Do you want more of them here in the flesh? I can introduce you to them all now without even bringing them into the room.”

I have to sit and let that process for a moment, and it’s a fuckingstruggleto push back the sense of pure desire and get to the root of what I actually want. A fuckingaudience. Not just the two men whose presence is tied to my memories, but more. One is already here, but his presence is perhaps the easiest to overlook.

The fact that I’m even more turned on is what finally clinches the decision. I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.

“How many?”

“I think you know the answer,” Vesh says.

Right. I sketched all of them. Allnineof them.

“And they all want to watch?”

He tilts his gaze to the ceiling for a beat as if counting in his head, then nods and chuckles. “Unequivocally.”

“Wasn’t one of them a woman?”

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