Page 85 of Scion of Chaos

“Fuck, what was that?” he asks.

“I told you I used my power on Ty. I want to see if I can do it on you, albeit on a smaller scale. Will you let me?”

He drops his hands to his sides and steps even closer, planting his feet on either side of mine. I meet his gaze and am struck by the wonder still filling his eyes. He touches my cheek as if trying to convince himself I’m real. I’ve given up on wondering if this is a dream. As long as I’m enjoying myself, I don’t want to wake up.

I wrap one hand around his shaft, though I can only really enclose him halfway, and begin gently stroking him the way he stroked himself, twisting as I run my hand up his shaft. I grip the hoop with thumb and forefinger and slowly slide the plug out of his penis. There’s the tiniest resistance before a spherical bulge in the rod comes free of his opening, followed by another, then another. The entire rigid, six-inch length of it is lined with the balls, which must add an interesting layer of sensation.

When I push it back in, I draw a small measure of that magic from inside me and focus it on the tip of my finger. It comes more easily now, obeying my command. The smooth rod easily conducts the power, beginning to glow as it disappears back inside Chrysaor’s cock.

Chrysaor jolts and lets out a gasp, his hand flying to my shoulder. “A-again. That was nice. Give me more this time.”

I lean in and run my tongue around the velvety tip of his cock, tasting him as I pull the plug out, enjoying the bump-bump-bump of it exiting his opening, which mirrors the bump-bump-bump of my fingers over the barbells lining his shaft.

“Will this make you come?”

“You bet your fucking life.” He’s breathing heavily already as I repeat the process, adding more power as he requested. His hand moves from my shoulder up to cup the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Good, because I want to taste you,” I say, my voice throaty. I lick his head once then glide my tongue a few inches around his shaft along the pierced ridge.

He groans when I shove the plug back in for the third time, pushing even more magic with it.

“If that’s what you want, when you pull it out next, leave it out and use your tongue in the hole.”

My mouth is actually watering, and my pussy is as wet as it’s ever been when I shift closer, gripping him a little tighter as I stroke. I keep my mouth on his tip this time as I pull the rod out, covering his tip when I remove it completely. He takes the rod from me, tossing it to the bed, then grabs my free hand and places it on his cock opposite my other.

“Fuck yes, suck me, Nemea. Squeeze my cock and suck my cum right out of me. Fuck!”

I stroke him fast with both hands, sucking on his cockhead and pushing my tongue into the opening left by the plug. The second I plunge it in, I taste his climax surging forth. He holds my head in both hands, gently restraining me as I take him, teeth bumping against the top barbell as his essence washes across my tongue. I moan at the flavor, something between sweet and musky, definitely not altered by the magic of this place to taste like fancy coffee drinks. But I love it, and I swallow every drop while he spasms in my hands.

He’s slow to release me, and I peer up at him with my mouth still attached to his cock. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes wide with astonishment.

“I think I love you,” he breathes, shifting his hand to more gently cradle my head and slide his fingers into my hair.

The admission warms me more than I expected, and a knot of longing forms in my belly. It isn’t horniness that grips me then, but the unfamiliar craving for tenderness, for touch, for intimacy of a different kind. I felt a glimmer of it this morning waking up in Vesh’s arms, but when Chrysaor says those words and looks at me with such intensity, for the first time, I reallyfeelit. And I want more than anything to find out if I feel it for all of them.

But for now, I want to give him what he seems to want the most: all of me to himself, if only for a little while.

“Then make love to me now, Chrysaor.”

39

Chrysaor

When you’ve been broken for so long, it’s strange to finally feel whole again. Staring down at Nemea’s big, dark eyes that look so earnestly back at me, I feel complete for the first time in my entire long life. She’s glowing and gorgeous, my power filling her as if she’s a dragon soaking up the magic from my orgasm. Didn’t Vesh say she was a chimera? Which means she must be part dragon, which explains some of why her need for us has such a strong physical aspect. My need for her is just as strong on many levels.

I lift a hand and brush my thumb across her lower lip, gathering the droplet of my semen that still lingers at the corner. Grazing the moisture across her supple pink flesh, I’m somehow not prepared for her to dart her tongue out and taste, then grab my hand and pull my thumb fully into her mouth. It only takes one gentle suck for my cock to harden again.

I’d happily bend her over and nail her like a void demon, I’m that eager to be inside her. But after our exchange, that would be wholly inappropriate.

“I’m going to make love to you. But first we need to get you undressed.”

It takes serious restraint to retrieve my thumb from her mouth, which I do with a sigh. I bend and start to unbuckle my boots, feeling supremely silly that I left them on. Her light touch on my shoulder makes me pause.

“Leave them on, they’re hot.”

My eyebrows shoot up and I smirk. “You’re into me in nothing but boots?”

“I like hardware on a guy, I guess.” She gestures to the many darkened iron buckles that line my boots, as well as the pair of daggers sheathed on either one. The way her gaze skims up my dick again emphasizes how much she likes myotherhardware too.

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