Page 38 of Scion of Chaos

“I’m close, little nymph. If you use your tongue, I’ll shoot my load all over those pretty tits.”

As if to illustrate, he reaches down and grabs one of my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipple. The touch sends a fresh wave of the scent to inundate my nose, and the tactile sensation sends a shock of pleasure through me, shoving me even closer to climax. But I hold it back because I want to taste him on my tongue when I come.

I squeeze his cock and push myself up on one elbow so I can reach him, extending my tongue while I pull his cock level so I can taste. When I slide my hand up his shaft, he grips the base to help. His chest is heaving, his face flushed. And when I trail the tip of my tongue up along his length, he throws his head back with a roar.

Hot, thick ribbons of cum shoot from his tip, hit my shoulder, then land on my cheek and finally on my mouth when I aim him at my lips. I bring his tip down to my mouth and wrap my lips around him for the last few spurts, which fill my mouth with a flavor that’s a mix of sweet and bitter, but that sets my tastebuds alight and warms my belly when I swallow. Pleasure cascades through me like a deep buzz from a shot of whiskey. It travels from my clit up, and from my tongue down, converging in my very core and exploding in a wash of brilliant sensation.

I release his cock from my mouth and let out a cry, reaching back with my free hand to clutch at Vesh, fingers clawing at the supple leather of his trousers.

“Good girl. Come for us. Tell us what you remember, Nemea,” Vesh murmurs into my ear, still stroking with one hand while he pistons the dildo into me. I briefly wish it was him again and that Pan was beneath me like before, both of them fucking me at the same time.

The memory is no more than a vague combination of sensory recollections. But soon the orgasm fades, leaving behind the visuals as clear as day, along with all the sensations that went along with them.

Every last moment of that day comes back.

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Nemea

“Not enough,” I growl, pushing myself up onto my knees. I shove Vesh’s hand away and pull out the dildo, tossing it aside, then grab Pan by the neck and pull him down. His eyes go wide in surprise at first, then with a groan he gives in, hauling me against him as we kiss. He’s still hard, and with the dildo gone, I need to be filled again.

I roll over to face Vesh, delirious with the buzz of my orgasm. I kiss him and he groans, kissing me back hard. When I pull back, I spy a streak of Pan’s semen on his cheek and impulsively lean close and extend my tongue, licking it off in a long swipe. Vesh shifts backward slightly, perplexed.

“Didn’t want any of his come to go to waste,” I say.

He swipes a hand over his cheek and looks at his fingers, then shakes his head with a chuckle. But I’m already tearing open his shirt and pants and reaching inside for his cock.

“We’re doing it again,” I announce. “Just like before. Now that I remember, I want it all fresh. I want to do it knowing who you are and what it means.”

He doesn’t move, watching me with mild amusement as I undress him. “What do you think it means?”

He shrugs out of his shirt, and I toss it off the bed, then move down his body, gripping his pants to yank them off. He kicks off heavy black boots that are even more badass than mine, but come off way more easily, just in time for me to peel his pants off his long, muscular legs.

I pause to take him in from top to toe and almost whimper at how perfect he is. He is clearlynothuman, though. His body is cut like a diamond, all muscular and angled and hairless, with veins that glow violet beneath his pale skin. Of course there are even more within his veiny, engorged cock, which make it light up like a beacon.

He doesn’t let me ogle him for long, rising and looming over me. He cups my face and bends to kiss me long and deep, his hunger so strong I can taste it on his tongue. To be wanted this much by someone is a new sensation, and when Pan slides his arm around me and I turn, only for him to kiss me with just as much fervor, it makes me dizzy with fresh need.

I don’t evenknowthese men. They were strangers the first time we fucked, and they’re still strangers. Except I’m covered in their essence, distilled and concentrated into a potent magical brew that now coats my upper body, seeps into my pores, and into my blood just like their kisses and caresses. Because deep down, I know they belong there, that my body—my verysoul—knows them on a level I may never quite comprehend. And joining with them physically is the only way I know how to affirm that connection.

I let Pan pull me tight against him for only a moment before I push him to the bed. He goes willingly, chuckling against my mouth as I straddle him and position him where the dildo was only moments before. I sink with a gasp, then a moan, flattening my hands against his chest and staring down into his eyes.

“This is what we did, isn’t it? After you tasted me and told me I’m made of chaos, I fucked you like this.” I bite my lower lip and close my eyes, savoring the more flexible warmth of his cock inside me. It fills me even more perfectly than the replica.

More of the memory slides in, and I open my eyes to look at Vesh, who stares at us both with hooded eyes. His irises are pure ultraviolet now, with none of the fractured, multicolored look. It’s just him.

“Why don’t you join him?”

“You remember,” he says, the briefest flash of joy crossing his face before he goes serious again. “I hardly need to if you already remember.”

“I don’t fucking care. I need you to fuck me like before. I want a fresh memory of what we did together. Remind me of what I am. What I can do.”

His gaze tracks around the room and he frowns. “You also remember you destroyed the building we were in. I’m kind of partial to this place, considering it’s literallyme.”

“Then show me how not to break the world while we fuck.”

Vesh narrows his eyes and nods, then rises and moves into position behind me. I crane my head to take him in, wanting to commit to memory the sight of this man in all his glory. He’s at my back then, straddling Pan’s legs and wrapping his arms around my torso while I ride the god who answered my summon. That my ritual didn’t fail after all is still sinking in; all I know is that it feelsgoodto finally know without a shadow of a doubt where I belong.

Cupping my breasts, he presses his mouth to my ear. “Bend over so we can both fill that tight pussy. I want to hear you scream loud enough to tear down the walls.”

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