Page 66 of Scion of Chaos

A hand tangles in my hair and yanks me back. I gasp, arching into the painful pull. Asterius presses his lips to my ear.

“Not yet. You’re mine until I’m finished. I want to feel you come around my cock, Nemea.”

I’m unprepared for the rough treatment from a man who was so gentle before, but at the same time, it lights me up again. I swallow harshly and try to nod, but he holds my head too firmly for me to move, so I surrender again, closing my eyes and falling into the rhythm of his fucking ,aware of the way my body jolts and jiggles with every thrust.

“We will have time,”Typhon says as he takes pity on me and adds still more tongues. There are multiple flicking appendages teasing my nipples, others tickling the flesh of my breasts. There are at least three taking turns on my clit from different angles, and there are three taking turns plunging into my ass.

The pain of Asterius pulling my hair only enhances every other point of pleasure, especially the depth of his cock, rubbing at tender tissue that has never been touched before.

I’m incoherent and wholly out of control of my own body when the first spasm hits like a small wave. A whimper escapes me, then a moan, then a pleading cry, though I’m not sure whether it’s for them to stop or keep going.

It doesn’t matter, because neither of them stop. Asterius urges me on, his mouth brushing my ear and his tongue tracing the outer shell. “That’s right, grip me hard with your pussy, Nemea. I want you to milk my cock dry. I want to smell my seed dripping out of you for a week.”

That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Typhon rumbles in excitement, his mouth opening slightly and an enormous pink tongue sliding out. It’s as wide as my entire hand when it snakes between my thighs, the other heads parting for him to taste me when I come.

And it’s only then when, out of the corner of one eye, I realize there are five others watching us, standing patiently in the water as if waiting their turns.

31

Vesh

Whatever’s happening in the prison is so intense and frenetic I can feel it without even looking. It has to be Typhon; the brief scene I witnessed when I did peek was him teasing Nemea with several of his smaller snake tongues while Asterius looked on, hard and ready to fuck her. I should be comforted by the fact that she wasn’t terrified of my brother, but that should be no surprise since Erebus didn’t frighten her at all last night when he showed her his true shape.

I’m itching to leave this waiting room and get back to her, so I barely notice when the door finally swings open.

Erika stands and looks back at me. “Well, are we doing this or not?”

My stomach clenches for a different reason, and I rise, willing my arousal back into submission before I meet with the reason for my state of mind.

I follow Erika through the door, which swings shut behind us, leaving us trapped and facing one of the most powerful beings in all of existence. I’ve only faced Fate themselves on a handful of occasions, and every time was put off by the utter irreverence in their expression. This moment is no different.

They sit behind a desk carved from a single piece of pale lavender-hued wood, their beautiful face a disconcertingly perfect balance between masculine and feminine. It takes a brief moment of squinting before I decide the unnerving part isn’t their androgyny at all; it’s because they are as symmetrical in features as Chaos is asymmetrical. The realization makes me wonder which of them has the greater capacity for destruction, because nothing in the universe can bethatperfect, and trying to force it to be goes against the laws of nature.

Fate smirks. “You presume some level of perfection is not possible in nature. You are wrong. Symmetry exists everywhere, not just in physical forms. As does asymmetry. In fact, I’m entertained right now by the symmetry of your arrival with the shift in balance I felt in my tapestry just moments ago. Though it may have been hours or even days, by your measure.”

When Erika and I share a confused look, Fate shakes their head and waves their hands at the chairs facing the desk. “Please sit. We have much to discuss.”

“I need you to explain,” I say, opting to stand while Erika settles into one of the armchairs. I cross my arms and plant my feet, irritated by the fact that I’m still only eye-level with the creature sitting across the desk from me. Why are all primordials so huge in their native realms?

A flash of irritation crosses Fate’s face. I’m briefly gratified that they’re capable of losing their composure, if even just for a moment. But in that moment I have a flash of recognition that makes my blood boil. The flash of violet light within those eyes coupled with the twist of their mouth is exactly like the creature that decked me outside the Pandemonium the night of the Titans’ escape.

I grit my teeth because I don’t want to admit my mistake: that Fate managed to infiltrate the casino undetected ismyfault. That they were likely there to get to me just adds salt to the wound. Instead I just bite my tongue and let them talk.

“I warned Deva that allowing the Bloodline to persist could throw things out of balance. So far the rise in higher races magic flowing around unchecked hasn’t been difficult to manage. She and the fate hounds I gave her do a fine job of finding them mates, so symmetry is maintained. Drawing the stragglers to that island helps keep them contained. But all it takes isonewith a sufficiently diverse mix of power to throw everything off.”

“You mean Nemea, don’t you? What do you know about her?”

“Just that she possesses a disproportionate level of chaos magic. Catastrophic levels, in fact. And I had to step in to ensure that once she discovered it, it didn’t destroy the world. There was only one way to neutralize her without outright killing her. And killing Bloodline is something I promised Deva I would no longer resort to.”

“So you chose me and my guards to be herbalance, is that it? Do you have any idea what your meddling has caused? Your attack weakened me, my doors were shattered, and four Titans escaped the prison.”

“I only chose you, Tartarus. But my threads extend deep when they seek balance. If your power alone was not a sufficient counterweight to hers, my threads would tie her to others as well—as many as it takes to find an even match. As her power grows, there may be more.”

Fate gazes at me unblinking, face calm again, and their utter lack of expression causes fury to surge forth. I stride to the desk and slam a fist down on top of it. The crack reverberates through the room, making Erika jump and utter a soft curse.

“Your actions have consequences. I demand you help us fix this. You’re so concerned about balance, give us your half of the key to Olympus so we can capture the Titans.”

They raise one perfect purple eyebrow, the smirk returning. “What if I don’t?”

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