Page 72 of Scion of Chaos

“As much as I’d love that, this is about you. I want to help make you come, Ty. Tell me what I can do.”

He lowers his largest head close, nuzzling against the side of my head. His warm breath sends a cascade of pleasant heat through me.

“Put your hand inside. Fuck my cock with it.”

I halt and look at him. “Won’t that hurt?”

“Not when I’m this hard and so turned on I’m about to come already. You can feel how slick I am.”

“I can. Is this normal?”

“No. This is not normal, but normal is boring. I can’t fuck you, so I want you to fuck me.”

Gulping, I redirect my attention to the slit again. Impulsively I lean close and press my mouth against his tip, kissing right at the edge on one side of the slit. I dart my tongue out and run it along the edge, tasting him while I continue stroking with the other hand.

He continues nuzzling my head, and the snakes coast around both me and his cock, encompassing us both. Then the light dims and I look up to find two massive wings stretched around us, blocking us from view of anyone who might still be watching. I think Vesh was the only one who remained behind, but not even he matters now.

I slip my fingers into his slit again, no deeper than I did the first time, then back out, keeping my cheek against the sticky wetness just beside. His dozens of small tongues start licking parts of his shaft once more, but their activity is slower than before, and their eyes all focus entirely on me.

I push my body against his shaft as close as I can, hugging it to me while I touch the tip, swirling my fingers inside his slit. He huffs another rumbling noise against my shoulder, his breath making my nipples harden. When I spiral my hand a little deeper, his groan deepens too and he thrusts slowly up, the motion nearly pushing him out of reach.

“Don’t move or I can’t do this,” I caution.

“Wrap your legs around my base. I can support you.”

His base is as thick as a man’s waist, so it’s comfortable enough when I curl first one knee around him, then the other. It’s oddly comfortable even once he slides another snake beneath my ass. Then he lifts me a little more, positioning me at the perfect height to focus entirely on my task.

“This is so crazy,” I say, laughing as he huffs a pleased breath against me again.

This time the rumble that vibrates through him is more of a laugh. “But you’re enjoying it. Do you really take pleasure in making me feel good?”

“You know I do. I can’t exactly hide it.” To prove my point, I tilt my hips against the base of his cock, sliding my wetness against his skin. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure through me that makes an involuntary breath escape.

He hums in response. “I will take care of you after. I will take care of you always, Nemea.”

The promise warms me, and I rest my cheek against his cockhead again, stroking his slit before slipping my hand between the slick, fleshy sides. His breath gusts faster when I push deeper, finding him wet all the way in, and even hotter the deeper I go.

I slide my arm up to the elbow and back out. When I remove it, he lets out a gust of breath, but I push my hand back in immediately, eliciting another humming rumble from him as he tilts his hips up involuntarily, lifting me along with his cock.

“This feels good, doesn’t it, big boy? Who knew I’d be fucking a dragon’s cock with my whole arm?”

“Deeper,” he rumbles when I reach my elbow again and start to pull out. But I don’t have a comfortable angle to slide much deeper than my elbow.

I release my legs and stand, placing one foot, then the other on the snake that was supporting me. With a few feet of height, I can push in even more. His cock pulses, the entire channel tightening, then releasing around my arm. It’s uncomfortable at first, and for a second my heartbeat speeds up when I worry whether he might crush me, but something tells me none of these creatures could hurt me at all, nor would they.

So I keep going. I push all the way to my armpit, then slowly pull out, clenching my hand into a fist as I withdraw. Experimentally I reach for some of the power deep inside me and push a measure out through my limb when I push it back in, focusing on pleasure and nothing else. It has the desired effect; Typhon’s cock pulses and his big wings shiver around us.

“So good,” he rumbles, his voice deep and hungry.

“You’re so magnificent, Ty. So big and beautiful. I want to make you come. I want to be covered in you, head to toe. Then I want you to tongue me until I scream.”

He shudders, and this time it’s the voice in my head that urges“faster,”so I obey. He raises me up, and I bend over at the waist so I can fuck his shaft in quick, body twisting punches of my entire arm. His breaths gust faster and harder against my back and small tongues coast up my inner thighs. This time I don’t stop him. I can sense he’s close, and if tasting me pushes him over, then I’m all for it.

“Taste my pussy, if that’s what you want. Fuck yes, like that.”

I’m growing winded, but half of it is from the pleasure coursing through me from simply using my power, even if it’s only an incremental release. For the first time, I get the sense of how it should feel when I control it, and it gives me a heady rush, both of realizing that I candothis, and that I can do it to make this enormous, terrifying creature mine.

“I have been yours since we met, Nemea. Even though you didn’t know I was there.”

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