Page 63 of Scion of Chaos

“Nemea,” he groans, “you torture me.”

“I can’t help if I’m curious,” I say with a smirk. “Are all of you different like this? I saw Erebus last night. He wasverydifferent.”

Asterius’ brow creases with slight irritation, which shifts to pleasure when I give his cock a squeeze to emphasize my desperate interest to learn more about all the guards.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he says, smiling slightly now that he’s surrendered to my curiosity. “Erebus has a spiny cock, which you saw. Pan’s is curved, but otherwise average. Cerberus has three, and one of them knots. Alcides’ is human-shaped, but he’s hung like a god. Chrysaor’s is ridged in a spiral, like mine, but … twisted. Vesh’s cock is …”

He pauses and lets out a groan when I reward him for his openness with a gentle stroke.

Deciding to help, I finish the thought. “Vesh’s cock somehow fits perfectly inside me, along with Pan’s. How does that even work?”

“Chaos can take any shape it needs. I’m sure your pussy adapted to some degree too.”

“Does Campe have anything special?”

“Her tongue, and she tastes like ambrosia when she comes.”

This makes me pause, and he opens his eyes, affording me an embarrassed tilt of his mouth.

“So you guys reallyareall intimately acquainted.”

“It isn’t a regular occurrence. It’s been centuries, in fact, since we’ve cared about sex much at all. Campe refuels when one of us allows her to be in the room while we’re … ah… engaged in self-care. Sometimes she returns the favor.”

“Mutual masturbation, but not fucking?”

“It’s maintenance, at our age. Fucking takes more effort.”

“This isn’t maintenance right now, is it?”

Asterius sits up and hooks an arm around me, hauling me close. The next thing I know, his mouth covers mine, his tongue delving deep. I whimper and sling my arms around his neck, body going slack when he slides his mouth to my neck.

“This is a dream come true. You’ve awakened all of us to the possibility of more—to the possibility of something deeper than lust and simple gratification. We haven’t shared something so profound in thousands of years. You are agift, Nemea, and one we will treasure.”

The flutter in my belly rivals the pulsing between my thighs. I’m awash in electric sensation that’s rooted even deeper than my desire for touch. If what he says is true, it’s more than I ever imagined possible.

I arch back in his embrace when he dips his head and wraps his lips around one nipple. Intense pleasure cascades through me, tangling with the throb of magic and the excitement of belonging somewhere for the first time in my life.

A gust of hot air ruffles my wet hair, and when I crane my neck, Typhon is mere inches away, so close I see both Asterius and myself reflected in his big eyes while dozens upon dozens of smaller pairs look on. The carnal embrace Asterius and I are in is striking in its intensity, my face awash in pure pleasure, his focused and intent on giving me that pleasure.

He drops a hand between my thighs and strokes me once, then groans when he finds me soaked and hot.

“I need to be inside you,” he says. “Come.”

He rises, and in one smooth motion lifts me and turns, placing me on the ledge he sat on beneath the still falling water. The heat of it flows over me, but when he arranges several pillows and sits again, I’m not sure what he intends. The water flow lessens to a trickle, then stops, and Asterius reaches out a hand, leading me close when I take it. When he lies back, I get the idea.

His cock stands nearly vertical, which is impressive, but maybe only possible due to its unusual shape. I step one foot across his hip and stand above him, looking down.

“Do you want me like this?”

He reaches for another pillow with one hand and tucks it under his head. “I want you however you want to give yourself. But you might ask him what he wants too.” He tilts his chin toward Typhon.

I peek back again where Typhon watches from a few feet away. He cocks his largest head, all the others mimicking the movement, then shifts forward on his enormous legs.

“Let me assist.”

The next thing I know, ninety-nine snakes are hovering around me, their tongues darting out to taste the air. They don’t touch me at first, but I watch in fascination as they pull more pillows around us. Then one nudges me with its nose, urging me to turn.

“You want me to look at you?”

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