Page 71 of Scion of Chaos

“Then I definitely want to,” I say, looking into his eyes, then at Erebus, who is still breathing heavily. He starts to pull out of me, but Vesh stops him.

“Wait. We want to give her as much as we can.” He lifts a hand, a dark ultraviolet vortex spinning on his palm. A second later, a small, faceted black goblet appears held between his fingers. He nods at Erebus, then lowers the glass beneath his brother’s cock. “Now.”

When Erebus slips out of me, a flood of milky white fluid streams out, nearly filling the glass.

Typhon rumbles softly, his big dragon head peering down over my body so I’m shadowed and looking up at the underside of his jaw. He pulls back to meet my gaze.

“I would like to add mine, if you intend to taste it. I may not be able to make love to you the way the others can, but if we can bond without coupling, I would like to try.”

I’m finally sated enough to find my balance, so I turn over and rise onto my knees to face him. His nostrils flare, and he dips his head for me to place my hands on either side of his jaw.

“I’m willing to try too. What do you need me to do?”

“Hold the goblet and catch what I release. I am going to put you down now.”

He lowers the hammock of entwined snake heads and I slip off into the water, then step up onto the stairs beside Vesh. He hands me the goblet, then backs up a few paces. When I watch him with a confused look, he shrugs. “You’re naked. You can just wash it off when he’s done.”

Erebus leans in and presses a quick peck to my cheek, then disappears into a cloud of black smoke that fades into nothingness.

“Watching my brothers masturbate is not my favorite pastime. I see enough depravity here as it is,”he announces into my mind after he’s gone.

I roll my eyes. “You just participated in some of it.”

I peek past the rim of the goblet and sniff, but the contents smell vaguely like citrus or peaches, or some other type of fruit. Hopefully it tastes okay.

Typhon shifts then, the movements impossible to miss when the water laps against my feet on the steps. When I look, he rises up onto his haunches, and for the first time since meeting him, I see what he hides between his hind legs. A wet, glistening, iridescent purple tree trunk of a cock juts out, thicker than one of my legs and as long as I am tall. The tip is shaped like an inverted heart, slanted with the tip toward me, a long slit at the bottom.

My eyes widen at the sight and he hesitates, head tilting. “I am hideous, aren’t I?”

“Oh, god no. You’re magnificent. How do you… um… masturbate?”

He leans back farther, supporting himself on his haunches with his massive tail curling around for additional stability. Then half of his hundred snake-like heads writhe around, seeming to stretch and lengthen to reach down to his cock. He drops one taloned foreclaw to the base of his cock, angling it a little higher. It’s enough to meet the flicking tongues of all the small mouths that begin to twist and writhe around his shaft, licking the entire length.

Mesmerized, I step into the water and wade closer. The water at this end of the cavern is shallower, reaching only mid-thigh, so it’s easy to reach him. I shift my gaze between his cock and his primary head. He’s watching me, his normally narrow pupils blown wide and his mouth open. His large, forked tongue flicks out to taste the air.

“You’re aroused again. I can taste you from here.”

“I guess the sight of such a beautiful cock does it for me,” I say, smiling as I reach him. When I reach out a hand to his cock, the snakes part to make room, and Typhon widens his stance, lowering himself so my face is level with the head of his shaft. Up close I can see the faintest scaled texture of his cock, and when I touch it, it feels more like velvet than skin. I glide my palm along the surface, marveling at the way the color shifts just the way Vesh’s bedsheets did this morning, the way the floor of this very prison did.

Typhon releases a rumbling groan and the entire shaft of muscle in front of me pulses.

“Does this feel good?”

“Your touch feels different than my own. Better.”

“Can you hold this for me?” I ask, holding the goblet up. He coils one smallish snake head around it, keeping it steady so it doesn’t spill. Then I return to his shaft with both hands, splaying my fingers and wrapping them as far across his breadth as I can. Then I stroke all the way to the tip, letting my thumbs sink into the long slit when I reach it.

“Nemea…” he exhales on a groan.

“What feels good?” I ask, too fascinated by his reactions now to stop. When I touch him, my palms warm the way they did when I was crafting the dildo replica of Pan’s cock, and the core of my being thrums with the power I’ve accumulated.

“Your touch. Especially when you tease the slit.”

“Right here?” I wrap one hand around the back of his shaft below the tip, pulling it closer while I rub the palm of my other hand along the edges of his slit. Clear, viscous fluid emerges, making him slick. The opening itself is about as long as my hand, so it’s easy to slide my fingertips in and tease both sides at once.

He rumbles his pleasure, and half a dozen snake heads drift around my body. “May I pleasure you again?”

The tongues flit a millimeter from my skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over me, but my clit throbs in response to his offer.

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