Page 58 of Scion of Chaos

“Were you angry when it happened?”

“No.” She shakes her head, her mouth dropping open. “I was being fucked. I was having the best sex of my life up to that point.”

She frowns again, thinking. I dip the cloth in the water and gently scrub her upper thighs with it, then move up over her hips and across her pelvis, letting soapy water cascade over her mound. She’s lost in thought, so I limit my touch to less sensitive areas, despite how I ache to show her how good the sex can be if she’s riding my cock.

“Were there other times it came out?” I prompt.

Nemea swallows and nods. “When I was upset. Windows would break. The electricity would go out. And I might have caused potatoes to sprout. Could that have been me?”

“Chaos magic is all things,” I tell her. “Creation and destruction.”

“But it was a surge in emotion that brought it to the surface. And last night, Vesh made me hold it in. I want to try that again—to store it up. I can feel it in me now, but I also feel like I have room for more. Can you help me try again?”

“It would be my honor. What would you like me to do?”

A wicked smile spreads across her face. “Keep doing what you’re doing, and don’t hold back.”

I let out a pleased chuckle. “It would be my pleasure. But I should warn you, we may have an audience soon.”

Her eyes widen and she whispers, “Is he awake?”

I nod. “He’s curious, but doesn’t want to frighten you.”

“Tell him he’s welcome to join us.”

“To watch, you mean?” I ask, sure she doesn’t mean what I think.

She shrugs, and her veins pulse brighter. “Let’s see what happens.”

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Nemea

Now that I’m aware of it, I can’t ignore the power surging through my veins. It seems to come from some deep part of me, welling up from darkness, from the origin of everything. As if a portal opened up to the entire universe and it’s trickling in bit by bit.

Asterius watches closely, and I can sense he’s taking care to pay attention to my magic as much as I am. But when he skims his fingertips down my belly and grazes them over my mound, I shudder, and the entire cavern shudders too.

He glances up, frowning.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do that.”

“I don’t think that was you,” he says.

That’s when I notice ripples skimming over the surface of the water, lapping at his torso where he kneels chest-deep in the water. They become waves within a moment, and I find myself holding my breath. But a deeper craving takes hold—the same craving I had last night when Asterius and the others started to introduce themselves. My inner exhibitionist rejoices, and I glance down at the horned man on his knees before me.

“Don’t stop.”

He nods and drags the wet cloth off his shoulder, dips it in the water, then raises it again. Water cascades from the cloth when he glides it up between my thighs. He parts me gently and I widen my stance, breathing faster as he rubs the cloth lightly between my folds.

“Do you want soap?” he asks, and I’m almost too preoccupied with anticipation to register. “It’s very mild,” he adds when I look down.

“Okay.” Then my attention returns to the shadows and reflections of torchlight rippling across the water. The cavern is so massive I can’t see the other side, but unless I’m imagining things, there’s a turn in the darkness far ahead, and whatever is in here with us is coming closer.

The floral scent of the soap reaches my nostrils again, and this time Asterius glides soapy hands up my inner thighs and doesn’t stop. He pushes the edge of his hand against my folds, parting me, then gliding his slippery fingers through my channel. I let out a gasp, stepping wider still, but otherwise avoid moving—the anticipation is too exciting.

It’s just the edge of his finger, but the friction against my clit sends jolts of pleasure through me with every bump of a knuckle gliding over it. He pushes all the way to the back, rubbing gently between my ass cheeks and over my sensitive rear hole before gliding the soapy digit forward again. I’m panting when he does it again, and again, and with each stroke between my thighs, the waves crest higher around us, tremors accompanying each lap against my feet.

The rhythm is disconcertingly in sync with the beating of my heart, which seems to be concentrated in my core. It grows, then ebbs when I’m sure I see a massive shadow loom against the far wall, just past the corner.

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