Page 65 of Scion of Chaos

Don’t fight him? At first I’m not sure what he means, but then the platform of snake necks I’m lying on twists and lifts. My legs leave the ground, and more scaled necks slither around my calves and thighs. More still curve around my back, beneath my armpits. I cling to whatever I can with both hands, but despite the shifting movements, Typhon never lets me go.

The world tilts, and I open my eyes to a dizzying rush of movement around me. Every one of my limbs is held by a giant snake, their soft scales sliding against me. Tongues continue teasing at all my delicate places, including the thicker, wetter one busy licking between my ass cheeks.

Asterius groans, and I try to see beyond all of Typhon’s heads to where he is. All I can find is the view between my legs where another snake is teasing its tongue along the underside of Asterius’ cock.

Typhon moves me again, pulling me away from Asterius for a moment. His big head is intent on me while all the smaller ones slither around, manipulating my limbs. I feel like a doll being posed, my arms stretched out perpendicular to my sides and my legs splayed wide, my knees bent. But he never ceases the relentless teasing of my nipples and my clit, so I’m not coherent enough to ask. It doesn’t hurt; everything he does feels good. His grip on me is firm, but gentle, and the way he cradles me is almost tender.

Finally he lets up just enough for me to blurt out, “Am I just a toy to you?” then laugh through the intense pleasure.

His giant eyelids blink and he shakes his big head. “You are everything to me, Nemea. Let me give you pleasure.”

I watch him, vision hazy from being teased. My pussy feels hot and heavy and swollen, and I could come at any second. It occurs to me that he’s drawing it out the way I’ve heard dragons will with their partners, to intensify the flood of power when orgasm finally hits. I’m holding onto the power inside me just the way Vesh showed me last night, holding back from release. Now that I knowhewants to be the target, at least I know where to focus when I can’t hold on any longer.

“Let me taste her while you’re carrying her around,” Asterius says. “Just a little higher and I can.”

Okay, now I’m definitely feeling like a toy, but I also don’t really care.

Typhon tilts me so my ass is in the air, my spread core exposed. Asterius grips the backs of my thighs with both big hands and runs his thumbs down my slick labia, pulling me apart. Then his glorious tongue is there, swiping through from clit to ass. He buries his face against me, nose pressed between my cheeks as he plunges his tongue in then back out before swirling it against my asshole one last time.

I’m dizzy from the intensity of his attention, and the abrupt halt it comes to makes me want to beg for him not to stop. But Typhon’s already repositioning me, angling me just enough that I’m not staring at the water below. I’m able to look into his eyes again, and I’m about to jokingly ask what happens next when I feel Asterius grip my hips again. I glance back to see him standing right behind me, his angular face flushed and his attention wholly focused on where he’s aiming his cock.

“Fucking finally,” I mutter, which makes the minotaur chuckle.

“You can say that again.”

Thankfully he wastes no time plunging his cock into me. I’m so slick and aching, it’s like pouring cold water on a burn. We both let out desperate groans of relief, and I let my head drop against the scaled snake neck under me.

Typhon hums with interest, retreating his tongues from my nipples and clit for the moment, which is both a relief and disappointing, but allows me to regain enough coherence to focus on Asterius, because something is happening while he fucks me. He plunges deep, the tapered tip of his cock bottoming out against my cervix, but it doesn’t stop there. At first my abdomen clenches and cramps at the invasion, but then I feel something deeper relax and open.

“That’s right, let me in deep, Nemea,” Asterius says in a purr. “Let me in all the way.”

I dig my nails ineffectually into Typhon’s scales and whimper. I want to get away, but I also want more. I don’t quite understand what’s going on.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Fucking you the way you deserve to be fucked, beautiful. All the way to your soul.”

He pulls out and slides back in, going deeper this time—too deep. But this time I don’t feel the bruising jab against my cervix. My body has betrayed me. I feel spread open in a way I never have, not even when Pan and Vesh were sharing me, both their cocks stretching my pussy almost to its limit. Asterius pushes the boundaries of my body and my mind. My organs seem to obey his command the way the prison does, my very womb opening to let him in.

But it no longer hurts. The sensation is a deeper invasion of pleasure than a mere stroke against my G-spot. When he pulls out next, I ache so much I cry out a protest.

“More, please, please don’t stop!”

“Never,” he growls, slamming in all the way to the hilt. I scream and arch my back, feeling my belly extend against the scaled flesh beneath me. And he does it again, and again, and again. Every plunge drives my body to its very limit and then past it, expanding my very consciousness as he fills me to the brim with his talented cock. When Typhon resumes his attention, I’m lost, only able to disappear within where the last shred of my sanity lies cradled in the arms of the beautiful young man. He kisses me and fondles me gently.

“You are beautiful when you surrender. Someday I will fill your sweet cunt like he is right now.”

“You’re beautiful the way you are. Why change?”I murmur, distracted by the many tongues now flicking over my skin again. One has slipped between my ass cheeks, another has returned to teasing my clit, and still more are lighting up every other nerve ending on the surface of my body while Asterius wakes up pleasure centers I never knew existed.

“Because I want to be inside you, Nemea. With my own cock, with my own body.”

“If Asterius can dothisto me, maybe you can too?”

I remember what Asterius said mere moments ago:Chaos can take any shape it needs.Is this why I can take him all the way inside me? Can I take another shape too? And if I can, maybe Typhon can too. Maybe all we need to do is try.

I tug my arms free and lift myself up, grunting and nearly losing consciousness from the wicked fucking Asterius is giving me. I reach for Typhon’s giant head, and he tilts down so I can touch him.

“Meet me halfway, lover,” I say. “We are made of Chaos. We can be anything we want.”

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