Page 87 of Scion of Chaos

She stares at my practice space for a moment, then back at me. Lifting her hands to my face, she looks intently into my eyes. “I don’t just want to fuck you, Chry. I want to bond with you. I want us inside each other the way I am with Vesh and Pan and Erebus and Asterius and Typhon. Every time I’ve been with them has been one of the deepest, most intimate experiences of my life. I want to figure out how to do that with you in a way that doesn’t make you want to run away.”

I frown down at her, trying to get a grip on her shifting desires. “Which is it? Do you want to become one of us, just a useful cog in this fucked-up machine we live in? Or do you want to be more? Because if it’s really bonding you want before anything else, we aren’t going to leave this room until that happens. We aren’t going to leave thisbeduntil I figure out how to let you inside me without freaking out.”

I swallow at her apprehensive look, then her eyes brighten and a mischievous glint joins the light within her. “For the nymphaea, it’s theexchangethat’s necessary, isn’t it? And so far, I’ve just tastedyou. Maybe all you need is to taste me back?”

“This I can do,” I say, marveling at her wicked mind.

I lean in to kiss her again while I push the straps off her shoulders and tug the front of her bra down, then descend on her breasts, sucking one nipple to a rigid peak before switching to the other. She reaches behind her back and her bra suddenly falls free, giving me full access to both her luscious mounds. Nemea leans back on her elbows and thrusts her chest up, moaning when I devote my full attention to them both for several seconds. Then she sighs as I begin to kiss my way down her belly.

My hands are wrapped around both sides of her waist, and something shifts oddly beneath one. A second later the sensation moves, andsomethingslides around my wrist, tugging my hand lower.

“What the fuck?” I mutter, sitting back and staring down at the violet tentacle wrapped around my wrist.

“Hmm?” Nemea glances down at me through lowered lashes, her gaze fevered.

“Care to explain?” I ask, looking pointedly at the octopus rising halfway out of her flesh to try to guide my hand… where? It tugs farther and places my palm right over her mound.

Nemea looks confused for a second. Then her eyes widen and she goes absolutely still, staring in disbelief at her tattoo that has just come alive. Her mouth drops open and she rolls to the side a little, twisting to stare more intently at it.

“That’s my tattoo. What the fuck?”

“Your tattoo seems to have a mind of its own.” I rest my palm where the tentacle just placed it and press the heel of my hand against her. She lets out a gasp.

“I was just thinking how I couldn’t wait until you got my panties off.”

“Ah, so itisobeying your will. Then I guess I’d better do what it wants.”

I hook my fingers into her waistband and tug while two of the tentacles assist by grabbing the panties at either hip and pushing. They splay across her belly, coiling and uncoiling in what seems to be an impatient gesture.

“I don’t know. This is so fucking weird,” she muses. “I should be totally freaking out, shouldn’t I?”

“It’syourtattoo,” I offer with a shrug. I toss her panties aside and push her knees wider. The two helpful tentacles move to the center again and Nemea inhales sharply when they part her folds, displaying her swollen clit for me.

The other six arms are still static, two-dimensional designs coiling up her side and along the column of her throat, but the three-dimensional eyes of the creature blink at me as if to say,“Here it is, idiot.”

I chuckle at it and delicately remove the small appendages from her nethers. One wraps itself around my finger before retreating.

“I know what I’m doing, I promise,” I tell it. I part her with my fingers, then lower my mouth to her glistening core, capture her swollen clit between my lips, and suck.

“Oh, fuck yes you do,” she breathes, tilting her hips up against me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the tentacles move. This time they wrap around my head, applying the slightest pressure.

I don’t really care anymore, though. She tastes like heaven, and I indulge, flicking my tongue over her clit before plunging it deep inside her. I can taste remnants of the others on her, which arouses me further. It’s been a long time since we’ve been in a sharing frame of mind. Perhaps if we’d been more attuned to each other three years ago, we’d have won that fight against the goddess. Tasting them on her means we’re finallysharingagain, which is everything.

She’s already so primed it takes a few flicks of my tongue before she’s writhing and crying out with her climax. I peer up at her, flexing my tongue against her clit before pushing it inside and pressing the tip into her G-spot, loving the way her channel tightens around me in dozens of small spasms, her delicious fluid gushing over my tastebuds. The little octopus’ arms coil and release over and over.

Before she can come down entirely, I hook both arms beneath her thighs, sliding my hands up to her lower back. I lift her then, keeping her splayed open and hold her against my mouth as I rise to my feet and climb all the way onto the bed. The octopus holds onto my head and she manages to stay balanced, a laugh escaping her before I lay her down again and move up to hover over her.

She’s smiling up at me, then glances down between us.

“He’s into this, I guess,” she says.

“He’s part of you so I would hope so.”

The octopus has more tentacles out, two of them pushing her breasts together while two more spread her open again. A fifth and sixth tentacle reach for my cock and aim me right at her sopping slit.

I jerk in surprise when they coil around me, but it feels good, so I go with it. She bites her lower lip eagerly and raises her legs, sliding them across my hips and digging her heels in the slightest bit, but the tentacles’ pull on my shaft is more than enough for me to know what she’s after.

Her clit is a hard bud at the top of her opening, even more pronounced when I press my tip against her and stretch her wide as I push in. I’m compelled to watch myself disappear into her, if only because this moment is monumental. She’s mine—a mate made for me. It doesn’t even matter that she’s for all of us; I love my fellow guards of Tartarus. But the fact that she belongsherewith us means everything.

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