Page 64 of Scion of Chaos

“Yes,” he says. “I want to watch your face when he fills you. May I?”

I turn when the snake bumps my hip again, its tongue darting out in a ticklish sweep that makes me gasp.

Typhon cocks his head again. “Do my heads disgust you?”

“What? No! You just surprised me. It didn’t feel bad. You can do it again, if you want.”

An interested rumble fills the air and more of the heads focus on me, their many tongues flickering so fast the breeze they generate cools my skin.

They close in, and I brace myself, but Typhon must sense my apprehension, because he backs off and only one arcs in, slitted eyes watching as it tickles its tongue along my collarbone and down between my breasts, then flicks against one nipple. The sensation is different than Asterius sucking, but it feels good.

“Would you like more?” Typhon asks, still watching with his central head.

“Yes, please.”

He lets out a deep chuckle. “So polite. Will you say please when you’re aching for more?”

A breath escapes me when a second snake attends to my other breast, and still more circle as if stalking my naked body, waiting for the right moment to attack. I am at his mercy now.

“Probably.”

When Asterius grips my hips with both hands, I look over my shoulder. His giant horns are at eye-level, his face only a little lower. I give him an apologetic smile that falters when another tongue begins tickling its way down my belly.

“D-Does he do this often?”

“Never,” Asterius says. “How can I compete with one hundred tongues?”

I twist and crouch just enough to hook an arm around his neck and press my mouth to his. He groans when our tongues tangle. I hold his tongue between my lips and suck gently until he groans again, then release him and trace a line down the side of his face and over his lower lip. “You really have to ask?”

His eyes narrow and a wicked smile spreads across his face. “Stand and face him again.”

I obey, though my knees are going weak from the attention despite the short reprieve. Typhon’s teasing is light and gentle, bordering on torture. But there are tongues fluttering along every limb now, darting against my torso, my nipples, and a few so close to my core I can’t think straight.

The first time one flicks lightly against my clit, I moan and my knees nearly buckle. Asterius presses a big hand against the center of my back.

“Bend over. Let him support you.”

This is crazy. It must be some insane pornographic dream my depraved brain conjured up and I’m still asleep. But it feels too good to fight.

I do as Asterius commands, blindly reaching. Several long, scaled heads glide through the air in front of me from either direction, weaving themselves together just beneath my torso to support me. I’m able to lay across them, my weight easily supported. But then one disappears and my breasts fall through the gap, only to be instantly attended by what feels like half a dozen tongues flicking against my nipples.

But they’re no comparison to the single thick, wet tongue that teases between my ass cheeks when Asterius parts me and laps at my rear opening.

“Oh god,” I moan.

When I close my eyes, he’s there—the beautiful, golden young man Typhon showed me. He’s close enough to touch, but I’m too tangled in pleasure to do or say anything. Tongues have made their way between my thighs, teasing my folds apart and sliding through my juices, tickling my clit in the most delicious way.

In the shadows of my mind, he steps close and lifts a hand, pushing my hair behind my ear, then cupping my cheek. He leans in and kisses me, and the sensation is every bit as perfect as if it were real and not just in my head.

“You can tell me what you want telepathically, if it’s easier,”he says.

“I want whatever you want.”

“Your pleasure is everything to me, Nemea. I want you to release it into me. If I’m anything like other dragons, I want to be able to make love to you like a man does. I want to see if your power will let me shift.”

“Then make me come and we can find out.”

“I will. But I’m going to take my time. And I want to make sure Asterius is satisfied too. Please don’t fight me, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

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