Page 35 of Scion of Chaos

“Campe? Yes. But she’s a dragon, so…” He shrugs.

I sit quietly, staring at him and over the course of several seconds I’m positive his eye color changes, shifting from the strange sparking ultraviolet through several other colors before returning to its original shade.

“What’s going on inside your head?” I ask, awed.

“A lot of intense curiosity about you. But I asked them to stay silent and scarce so as not to frighten you. I suppose we didn’t need to worry about that as much as I thought, did we?”

“I have a pretty strong constitution,” I say.

“Of that, I have no doubt. But I’ve just been reminded that we’re here for a specific purpose, and they ask that you get on with it.”

I blink at him, my cheeks heating. I’m suddenly overcome by stage fright now that I know my audience is four times the size I thought. And a few of the creatures watching aren’t anything close to human, if my sketches are accurate.

The shadow by Vesh’s side becomes slightly more solid. Just enough that I can make out facial features and a vaguely male shape with broad shoulders and a muscled torso. No dick, though, which I should not be disappointed about. But my staring doesn’t go unnoticed, because he cups his groin then makes a series of hand gestures.

“Did he just sign to me? What did he say?” I ask, turning to Vesh.

“Erebus is mute, but he can hear you. He asked if it would make you more comfortable if he showed his true shape, or if there’s another shape you’d like. He’s basically liquid, so he can be anything.”

“I think I already know what he looks like. I want honesty here. I want the truth.” I look at Erebus, who nods, his body solidifying further. The results are more disconcerting than I expected. He’s so dark I feel like I’m staring into a void rather than looking at a man. If not for reflections of iridescent light here and there, I’d believe he was no more than a man-shaped opening in the universe.

But his shape is more concrete now, with sharply defined cheekbones, a square jaw, and pointed ears. His body is lithe and muscular, his strength evident in the flex of his muscles. There are other features that should frighten me, such as his fingers tipped in sharp claws, his oddly angled legs that look like they belong to a beast, and the sharp spurs protruding from his elbows, wrists, ankles, and vertebrae. And of course now he has a cock, and it’s enormous, with spurs of its own running the length of it. All of it flickers in and out of focus, like he’s a mirage fabricated by my delirious mind.

But when he comes forward and bows, then climbs onto the bed, it’s clear he has mass. He pauses in front of me, points at himself then the spot behind me.

“Um, sure. I suppose it makes sense for you to be there.”

My skin prickles as he moves into position. He doesn’t touch me, though, and when Vesh’s attention shifts past my shoulder, I crane my neck to find Erebus signing again.

Vesh nods. “May he touch you?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

When he signs instead of touching me, I look at Vesh again. He frowns and shakes his head.

“You have chaos in you, Nemea. If you allow it, he can speak into your mind. That will make this easier.”

“Will it hurt?” I ask, only vaguely aware of the disconnect: I’m not afraid of being naked in a room with three strange, god-like creatures. What I’m afraid of is having my mind invaded again. I swallow and glance over my shoulder. “Not that I don’t trust you… I mean, I shouldn’t, but I do… It’s just that a few hours ago, I had someone else in my head, and it didnotgo well.”

Erebus shakes his head and raises a hand, cupping my jaw with the gentlest touch before sliding his other arm around my waist to pull me back against him. I let out a soft gasp as he cradles me against his chest, then brings his mouth down to mine. His kiss is firm and skilled, and entirely focused. His fingertips tighten against my chin, urging me to give, so I open for him with a soft sigh, finally relaxing against him. He slides his tongue between my lips, and itfeelslike he moans, but I realize the sound is entirely in my head.

Tentatively, I mentally reach out.“Are you here? Was a kiss all you needed?”

“As long as you trust me enough to let me in, that is all I need. You don’t need to do this for them, Nemea.”

“It isn’t for them. It’s for me. I need to remember. Will you help me?”

“Touching you is a privilege. I will do whatever you wish. But this is the only time I’ll fuck you without using my own cock.”

I swallow and pull back from the kiss, gazing up into the most intense eyes I’ve ever seen. This close I can see the subtler details in his features, the earnestness in his gaze. My stomach flips, because it’s crystal-clear that he means what he says.

“We might need to work up to that, okay? For now, just stick to the dildo.”

He nods and gives me a knowing smile before tilting his chin forward.“Hands and knees. Your body belongs to me for the next little while. You can tell me to stop when the memories return, or we can keep going. It’s entirely up to you. And if you want more than a glass phallus in your dripping wet cunt, there are many who will oblige.”

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