Page 73 of Scion of Chaos

He directs more tongues between my thighs, and a couple of the snake heads nudge my cheeks apart, allowing them to find my wet opening and tease around it. Then he’s tongue-fucking me while I fist his cock’s deep channel. I’m sweating from exertion, but he’s close, and I’m getting close fast too. I feel it begin a few seconds before it happens; he lets out a groan and his cock spasms again, tightening hard around my arm once more. There is a cascade of flutters deep inside his cock, and he heats exponentially. I slide my arm out with the hot fluid welling forth just behind it.

He raises his head toward the ceiling and stretches his enormous wings wide, letting out a bellow that shakes the ground as a fountain of semen geysers up out of the opening I just had my arm deep inside. One of the snakes swoops in, still holding the goblet like a dutiful servant, and catches a splash of it easily. I’m still bent over, too wound up from the tongues teasing me to stand upright, and too electrified from the immense power that just surged through his skin and into me. I just turn my head and watch as the giant flood of cum splashes back down on my back, coating me in hot, creamy, viscous goo.

The snake heads not occupied writhe and twist in ecstasy along with his primary dragon head, but the second his climax subsides, he levels his gaze at me.

“Come for me now, Nemea. Let me taste you again.”

I can only moan and push my hips back against the delicious flicking of small tongues. The flood of fresh power has me weak and overstimulated, so it only takes a few seconds of talented tonguing across my abused clit to send me over the edge.

And when my climax fades, so do I.

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Vesh

“What should I do?” Typhon asks, his wings vibrating with concern over the limp woman cradled against his softening cock. He slithers more of his snake heads around her body, cradling her gently. Nemea is knocked out, but her breathing is steady and deep.

I suppress a chuckle, and he squints at me with one big dragon eye and a dozen or so smaller ones. “She’s fine, brother,” I assure him. “Just exhausted. Help me clean her up and I’ll put her to bed.”

It takes only a small surge of chaos magic to pull every last trace of my brother’s semen off Nemea’s skin. I leave behind what still lingers between her thighs—she might want a reminder, and I don’t want to be that invasive.

Then he relinquishes her to me. Cradled in my arms, she is the picture of peace and contentment. That she can feel so comfortable here as to let her guard down tugs at my heart in a way I’ve never experienced. After a moment, I realize both my brother and I are still gazing adoringly at her.

Typhon heaves a long breath that ruffles my hair and lies down in the shallow water, folding his wings against his back. He’s still looking at her with all two hundred eyes. “Is she real?” he says, his question tinged with awe.

“She is very real. And she’s ours.”

“I felt her power while she pleasured me. She used it on me. It’s what made me come at the end. I wonder if she could give me enough all at once to allow me to shift.”

I lift my eyebrows and look at him. He still stares at her, such hope filling his eyes, the effect magnified one hundred times. My heart clenches for my little brother, created in a jealous fit by Chaos to try to win a woman—one who proceeded to breed with Fate to create the dragon race. After the rejection, Chaos sent Typhon to the depths of my darkest dungeon because the sight of him was too much a signal of his failure to mate the Mother Dragon. Erika’s assessment of Alcides was right, but he is far from the only one with daddy issues among my guards.

But Typhon is still a dragon at heart, and since all dragons can shift into a human form, that ability is all he’s wished for since he first met Campe and learned what she can do. The problem is his size; he’s capable of magic similar to mine—every one of his heads can emit a blast of chaos destructive enough to raze entire cities—but the power only flowsthroughhim. It needs to live within him long enough for him to alter his own shape.

“Perhaps, brother. If she is truly bound to us as a soul mate would be, she may be able to help you. I think her willingness to drinkthattells us she is close.” I gesture to the goblet one of his snakes still holds aloft a few feet away. “Why don’t you send that to my quarters for her when she wakes up?”

He aims one of his small heads at the goblet and opens its mouth. A dark violet vortex opens in front of it, and the goblet disappears. When the snake closes its mouth, I frown.

“Typhon, what happened to your head?”

“Which one?”

I’m staring at the one he just used to open the vortex, which I’m almost positive is the same one that was barely able to hold itself up yesterday. I study the others, but they all look whole and healthy. This one looks like all the rest.

“Did you regain your strength in the injured one overnight?”

He tilts his central head down, peering into the eyes of the snake in question. His tail swishes in excitement and his wings quiver against his back.

“No, it was still weak just this morning. Until she came. Until shecame, brother. I could feel her power every time she climaxed. Taste it when it flowed into me, even when she wasn’tgivingit to me. Does that mean she healed me?”

I bark out a laugh, then clamp my mouth shut when Nemea stirs, her head shifting against my shoulder. But she doesn’t wake.

“I think she must have, whether she intended it or not. She is a wonder, isn’t she? We’ll need to help her hone her power, strengthen it. We’re going to need her to take down the Titans. We have six days. Will you help train her while I am away?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Now go rest. You must be tired after all that too.”

“I am invigorated. I might go fly a bit; I have been resting long enough. It will feel good to get back to work.”

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