Page 69 of Scion of Chaos

“I’m here for this,” I hear Pan say.

“No, brother. You’ve already had her. She needs someone new.”

I don’t know all their voices well enough to recognize this one, so I open my eyes. Chrysaor gazes back at me with bright eyes, looking like he might burst from excitement. He steps forward, pushing Pan back with a palm to his chest. Pan gives him a good-natured scowl, but doesn’t object.

Before he can reach me, the entire cavern goes dark, and for a split-second, I think I’ve gone blind. Then a voice reverberates through my mind.“No. It’smyturn.”

When the darkness fades, Erebus is standing beside me, glaring at the others and challenging them to test him.

Chrysaor stops and steps back, raising his hands. “I’ll wait my turn. She’s all yours.”

Vesh snaps his fingers. “Anyone who isn’t my brothers, get back to work. I’ll call you if Nemea needs you.”

Chrysaor’s nostrils flare and he turns a hurt expression to Vesh. “She can take more than two of us at once.”

“Last night was different. There’s something happening to her now, and I need to make sure she isn’t overstimulated.”

I shoot Chrysaor an apologetic expression in response to his lingering gaze. He gives me a resigned shrug. Then he turns and trudges away with the others.

Campe remains behind, a concerned look on her face. “Boss, I can help. This need of hers … as a chimera, she must have a potent combination of nymphaea and ursa blood, and dragon too, given the way she absorbed your power a moment ago. I can help relieve the pressure if it gets to be too much.”

“My brothers and I can handle her, but thank you, Campe.”

She turns to me then, closing the distance and touching my chin lightly with her index finger. “Call my name if you ever need me, Nemea. I will hear you. I know the Brothers Bane will take care of you, but don’t hesitate to tell them to stop the moment you’ve had enough, okay?”

I nod, grateful for her tenderness. Everything they’ve done so far has made me feel safe and cared for, which is the only reason I’m content to just lie here and let Typhon hold me. His snakes subtly shift beneath me every few seconds, rearranging themselves both for his comfort and mine. When Campe disappears up the steps, he moves again, but this time I’m tilted vertical, supported on all sides.

“I want to face you while we fuck. I want to see your face when I make you come. I want to hear you cry my name.”Erebus coasts a shadowy hand over my shoulder and down my arm as I allow Typhon to reposition me. When he pauses, I’m in a semi-reclined position, my ass supported on one thick, scaled neck while several others restrain my thighs to keep me spread.

My breath catches when I’m faced with Erebus in all his dark and spiny glory. He watches me for a moment, as if bracing himself for me to object to his presence. Seeing him again is not scary so much as a subtle shock, like stepping into a hot bath after being outside on a cold day.

I ease into his appearance, but once I’ve taken him in from head to toe, with all his angular, dark muscles and inky protrusions, I meet his gaze again.

“You’re beautiful, Erebus. I want you inside me now, please.”

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Nemea

Ican’t help the desperation that creeps into my voice, because I was aching to be filled again the entire time they were deciding who would get to fuck me next. My entire body is one big, throbbing nerve. Why is this happening to me? Was Benedetta right? Is it because of the mix of blood running through my veins?

At the moment, all I care about is the monstrous man closing the distance between us. His eyes are jet-black orbs, but somehow it’s clear he’s wholly focused on me. His chin tilts and his eyelids lower, taking me in when he slides between my knees, resting his taloned hands on my thighs.

“May I kiss you?”His dark eyebrows lift when the question filters into my mind.

I let out a laugh. “I just asked you to fuck me. Of course you can kiss me.”

His smile transforms his sinister appearance into something almost wholesome, and my heart melts. Have these creatures had any love at all these past centuries locked away in this prison? They’re a family, but despite sharing a home, I haven’t seen much between them in the way of camaraderie, aside from Asterius suggesting that they used to fuck on occasion.

I withdraw a hand from the small snake that loosely restrains me and raise it to reach for Erebus as he dips his head. He’s utterly silent, but when his lips meet mine and I drift my fingertips over his smooth cheek, a tremor coasts through his entire body. With my other hand I reach between his legs, gripping his spined shaft and letting my palm bump up over the protrusions, then back down again. I tug him closer, and he moves with fluid grace, sinking against me.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down between us where I’m aiming his tip at my dripping core. Even his breaths are silent and airless, but he’s breathing nonetheless, his big chest rising and falling quicker as he sinks slowly into me.

“Like this?” I ask, looking up at him, breathless myself when his cock is finally seated and it feels like every one of those fleshy nodules is pulsing against my inner walls. A ridge of them remains outside my opening, lightly rubbing against my clit when he begins to move.

His expression transforms, his sharp-toothed grin turning feral. My heart skips a beat, but I surrender when he grabs both my wrists and lifts them over my head, capturing my mouth again in a hungry kiss.

“Watching the others fuck your perfect pussy is torture, Nemea. I’ve ached for this ever since my brother revealed your existence to us.”

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