Page 36 of Scion of Chaos

So I guess chaos makes you a sex fiend. Or maybe I was always this horny and it’s only coming out now that I have willing partners who will indulge me. Actually, that’s not true; there have been plenty of willing partners—I was the one who wasn’t willing.

Despite a promiscuous youth, I was more interested in trying new things than I was in actually getting off from it. For the most part, I just flat-out wasn’tinterestedin sex beyond more than an abstract concept until I got to St. George. I even thought I might be asexual for a while there. But when the idea to start drawing dicks popped into my head during my jewelry-making class, the urges kind of never went away.

Erebus is gentle when he presses a hand between my shoulder blades, and I obey, dropping down to support myself with both hands against the mattress. I close my eyes and fixate on the dark, silky texture of the quilted duvet, clutching it in my fists in anticipation as Erebus slides the hand down my back, the sharp tips of his fingers scratching lightly until he reaches my ass. He grips one cheek and glides the pad of one of his other fingers down my crack over my rear hole, then along the slick crease of my pussy. The image I sketched of him hovers in my mind, an odd counterpoint to the way he’s making me feel right now. He’s objectively scary as fuck, but I’m far from frightened. His touch lights me up, almost as much as the way Vesh watches, his gaze hooded while he takes everything in.

“You are so ready right now. What I could do with this pussy if you let me have my way with you.”

Erebus’ gruff tone makes me shiver.“You know what to do. So do it.”

A deep laugh reverberates inside my head, filled with promise and filthy, filthy intention. For someone so gentle and considerate, he sure is a dirty boy.

“You have no idea,”he murmurs, and I flush at the realization that he’s still listening.

“Now that you’re in my head, how do I get you out?”

“Focus and practice. Or just ask. But every time I say something dirty, you get a little wetter. So the more I know, the better it will feel.”

I mentally surrender when I feel the smooth hardness of the dildo glide up my inner thigh. He presses it against my pussy, sliding it back and forth against my slickness until it parts my lips wide and the surface glides directly against my clit. I gasp and clutch the blankets.

“I think you are as dirty as I am, aren’t you? Perhaps dirtier. You’re imagining me using my own cock on you. Nailing you to my brother’s bed with it while he and the faun watch and wish they were me. All you have to do is ask, Nemea.”

I flash an inarticulate thought that amounts to “just do what you’re doing”—I’m too far beyond words right now to be that explicit, but I trust that he’ll get the idea. But his fingers in my hair tugging my head back remind me that I have an audience.

When I open my eyes, I’m greeted by two sets of very hungry expressions. Pan is fisting his cock with one hand, stroking himself with absolutely no shame. But Vesh looks wound so tight he might explode. He’s still leaning forward, so I can’t see if he’s aroused, but the absoluteness of his focus on me speaks volumes. I wish I could get insidehishead to know what’s going through it.

“You are already inside his head,”Erebus says. He glides the dildo across my clit one more time before shifting his grip on my ass to spread me wider, then presses the tip of the object to my aching opening.

“Not what I mean.”

“He keeps his own counsel when it comes to feelings. But it isn’t hard to tell they’re both immensely jealous of me right now. Because I get to do this to you. Though it’s possible they both feel it. The toyisa perfect replica of Pan’s cock, crafted out of my brother’s flesh. So maybe they are in fact both fucking you without even being in this bed.”

He pushes the dildo slowly into me, and my mouth drops open at the deliciousness of the stretch. I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch both the other men watching me. If they were both present the first time, how did we do it? Did they take turns? Did they spit-roast me? My mouth waters when I glance at Pan’s cock. Maybe I tasted him.

But then I lift my gaze to his face and he’s licking his lips. Maybehetastedme.

His gaze fixes on mine, and a brief wave of dizziness overtakes me before I focus again and realize there’s something weird going on with his eyes. The irises look like blue whirlpools. Just like Clio’s before her grasp took hold of my brain. When I stare for a few seconds, I sense a slight pressure at the back of my skull, but it isn’t painful or unpleasant the way it was when Clio did it.

Erebus answers my unspoken question before I can articulate it.“You can let him in too, if you wish. The fact that you two are mentally connected suggests you melded with him. So he wasn’t lying about being with you, was he? You tasted each other.”

“Sounds like you’re the one who’s jealous now,”I say.

“Shouldn’t I be? I want to taste you, Nemea. Is it so hard to fathom that we all want to taste you?”

“Then taste me.”

My impulsive urges are off the charts. I’m on the verge of begging them all to fuck me, but sticking to the plan is more important. I need my memories back.

The one urge slips through though, and Erebus responds. The bed shifts, and the next thing I know, he’s lying on his back with his head between my thighs, one hand still slowly plunging the dildo into me.

“Oh, not fair,” Pan grumbles.

“What, did you forget what I tasted like already?” I taunt. I’m not quite ready to do a mental dance with him—not until I remember all of what we did together—so it’ll have to remain above-board and out loud for now.

He smirks. “I will never forget what you taste like, Nemea.”

His expression is pure, raw hunger, but when Erebus pulls my hips down over his face and his tongue sweeps through my wetness, then twirls around my clit. I shudder and a moan escapes me. My eyelids flutter closed for just a second while I enjoy the combination of being stretched to the brink while an extremely talented mouth works my pussy over.

When I open my eyes, I meet Vesh’s gaze, his eyes now fractured into half a dozen fragments. They’re all witnessing my undoing right now. I mentally flip through my sketches, taking a moment to imagine each one sitting in front of me.

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