Page 70 of Scion of Chaos

He slides out and slams deep again, the hard thrust making me cry out in surprise. “You don’t mind that I’m a mess from the others?”

“It’s just Asterius and Vesh, and maybe a little of Pan left from last night. But I would take you however I could have you.”

On his next thrust, I groan from the intensity of sensation filling me. He’s not as thick or long as the other two, but the spines on his cock somehow manage to massage parts of my core the others couldn’t reach. The swelling sensation in my blood rises again with each thrust, and I clench my eyes tighter shut in an effort to control it.

The light scrape of nails along my jaw sends me even farther beyond the point of no return, and with them comes the pleasant, familiar stroke of small tongues against my nipples. Typhon is getting in on the action again.

“Open your eyes, Nemea. Look at me while I fuck you.”

I obey, struck suddenly by the alien beauty of the creature buried inside me. He still has one hand restraining my wrists, but the other cups my cheek.

“You can relax. Let the power flow out of you and push it into me. Push it into Typhon. If you need him, Vesh is here to take some too. Let us be your vessels.”

I let go by increments, terrified of breaking this entire place if I release too much, but Erebus continues to coax me with his words and his strokes. With each thrust, my power surges, and it’s as if he takes some with him every time he withdraws. I give in to the rhythm, surrendering to the ebb and flow of magic rising and falling inside me.

Vesh still watches from the side, and I send him a pleading look. I don’t know if they’re enough, the two who hold me. He seems to read my worry and steps close again. He cups my cheek and bends to kiss me.

“I’ve got you, my love. My fate,” he says, staring into my eyes for a beat before lowering his head to my breast to replace one of Typhon’s tongues with his own. I sigh at the difference in sensation, his lips around my nipple a contrast to the small forked tongue flicking at the other one.

With all three of them surrounding me, I finally allow myself to let go completely. I relax and open to them. What did Asterius call them? The Brothers Bane. They are so in sync while they touch me, despite being so very different.

The release of power is as gratifying as a small orgasm, but as soon as the pressure eases it builds once again, even more quickly this time. The ground shakes beneath us and my eyes go wide.

“Oh god, why is this happening?”

“It might mean we are not enough. I can call the others back,”Erebus says, his brows drawing down in concern.

“No. I need to learn to control it. Help me.”

“Squeeze me with your inner muscles as hard as you can, then release.”

I do as he suggests, clamping down as hard as I can. The shaking fades and stops, but the increased sensation makes me gasp and his body vibrates again, his mouth falling open in a silent cry. He grins and fucks me faster as I relax, then clench again. The act allows me to focus not only on the pleasure, but on controlling my body’s reaction to it. Now even though I feel the power enter me, I can hold it in and release it with each tightening of my walls.

Erebus bends to kiss me, displacing Vesh from my breast.

“You have the same power in your mind,” Vesh says. He curls his fingers around the back of my head, and when Erebus releases me from the kiss, his brother leans in, pressing his lips to the center of my forehead. “You can contain it all with a thought. Try holding it in your head while you let your body go. Let yourself come for us, Nemea, but don’t let the power go.”

I let out an anguished cry, because I want to let go completely. I’m so wound up I’m ready to burst, but I do as he says. I try to envision the same clenching like a shutter closing in my mind, even as I relax my body and give in to the delicious strokes of the spined cock inside me.

Erebus slams deep again and holds himself there, twisting his hips so the external spines hit me just right on my clit and ass.

“Oh, fuck yes, like that,” I say. “I’m so close.”

He does it again, and I’m sure the spine in front starts to move on its own, rubbing in circles when it contacts my clit. I look down when he pulls out again, his dark, spiny cock coated in a creamy mix of all the juices I’m filled with.

“You like seeing me covered in all the others, don’t you? Your pulse is even faster now than before. Come on my cock. Milk me dry, Nemea. Are you ready for me to fill you up?”

I let out a desperate whine as I nod. I’m so ready. My body is at the razor’s edge, and when he thrusts hard and deep once more, that insidious spine hits my clit exactly right, and I lose hold on everything.

I let out an involuntary cry that grows louder when I feel Erebus’ cock spasm inside me. He keeps moving, but only in incremental little circles of his hip, rubbing the spine on me while his cock continues to fill me up. We’re both watching where we’re joined and each time he pulls out, milky fluid escapes, dripping down my ass and onto Typhon where he still holds me from beneath.

“I want to taste,” I say, compelled by a strange urge to swallow our mixed essence.

Erebus lifts his gaze to me, then looks at Vesh, his eyebrows raised.

“Is that bad? I tasted what you and Pan left behind that first night.”

Vesh smirks. “Not bad, but the compulsion to taste your partner’s essence is a nymphaea trait, particularly when they couple with their fated mate. It forms the beginning of a bond the first time. Each subsequent taste deepens the bond.”

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