So I guess chaos makes you a sex fiend. Or maybe I was always this horny and it’s only coming out now that I have willing partners who will indulge me. Actually, that’s not true; there have been plenty of willing partners—I was the one who wasn’t willing.
Despite a promiscuous youth, I was more interested in trying new things than I was in actually getting off from it. For the most part, I just flat-out wasn’t interested in sex beyond more than an abstract concept until I got to St. George. I even thought I might be asexual for a while there. But when the idea to start drawing dicks popped into my head during my jewelry-making class, the urges kind of never went away.
Erebus is gentle when he presses a hand between my shoulder blades, and I obey, dropping down to support myself with both hands against the mattress. I close my eyes and fixate on the dark, silky texture of the quilted duvet, clutching it in my fists in anticipation as Erebus slides the hand down my back, the sharp tips of his fingers scratching lightly until he reaches my ass. He grips one cheek and glides the pad of one of his other fingers down my crack over my rear hole, then along the slick crease of my pussy. The image I sketched of him hovers in my mind, an odd counterpoint to the way he’s making me feel right now. He’s objectively scary as fuck, but I’m far from frightened. His touch lights me up, almost as much as the way Vesh watches, his gaze hooded while he takes everything in.
“You are so ready right now. What I could do with this pussy if you let me have my way with you.”
Erebus’ gruff tone makes me shiver. “You know what to do. So do it.”
A deep laugh reverberates inside my head, filled with promise and filthy, filthy intention. For someone so gentle and considerate, he sure is a dirty boy.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs, and I flush at the realization that he’s still listening.
“Now that you’re in my head, how do I get you out?”
“Focus and practice. Or just ask. But every time I say something dirty, you get a little wetter. So the more I know, the better it will feel.”
I mentally surrender when I feel the smooth hardness of the dildo glide up my inner thigh. He presses it against my pussy, sliding it back and forth against my slickness until it parts my lips wide and the surface glides directly against my clit. I gasp and clutch the blankets.
“I think you are as dirty as I am, aren’t you? Perhaps dirtier. You’re imagining me using my own cock on you. Nailing you to my brother’s bed with it while he and the faun watch and wish they were me. All you have to do is ask, Nemea.”
I flash an inarticulate thought that amounts to “just do what you’re doing”—I’m too far beyond words right now to be that explicit, but I trust that he’ll get the idea. But his fingers in my hair tugging my head back remind me that I have an audience.
When I open my eyes, I’m greeted by two sets of very hungry expressions. Pan is fisting his cock with one hand, stroking himself with absolutely no shame. But Vesh looks wound so tight he might explode. He’s still leaning forward, so I can’t see if he’s aroused, but the absoluteness of his focus on me speaks volumes. I wish I could get inside his head to know what’s going through it.
“You are already inside his head,” Erebus says. He glides the dildo across my clit one more time before shifting his grip on my ass to spread me wider, then presses the tip of the object to my aching opening.
“Not what I mean.”
“He keeps his own counsel when it comes to feelings. But it isn’t hard to tell they’re both immensely jealous of me right now. Because I get to do this to you. Though it’s possible they both feel it. The toy is a perfect replica of Pan’s cock, crafted out of my brother’s flesh. So maybe they are in fact both fucking you without even being in this bed.”
He pushes the dildo slowly into me, and my mouth drops open at the deliciousness of the stretch. I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch both the other men watching me. If they were both present the first time, how did we do it? Did they take turns? Did they spit-roast me? My mouth waters when I glance at Pan’s cock. Maybe I tasted him.
But then I lift my gaze to his face and he’s licking his lips. Maybe he tasted me.
His gaze fixes on mine, and a brief wave of dizziness overtakes me before I focus again and realize there’s something weird going on with his eyes. The irises look like blue whirlpools. Just like Clio’s before her grasp took hold of my brain. When I stare for a few seconds, I sense a slight pressure at the back of my skull, but it isn’t painful or unpleasant the way it was when Clio did it.
Erebus answers my unspoken question before I can articulate it. “You can let him in too, if you wish. The fact that you two are mentally connected suggests you melded with him. So he wasn’t lying about being with you, was he? You tasted each other.”
“Sounds like you’re the one who’s jealous now,” I say.
“Shouldn’t I be? I want to taste you, Nemea. Is it so hard to fathom that we all want to taste you?”
“Then taste me.”
My impulsive urges are off the charts. I’m on the verge of begging them all to fuck me, but sticking to the plan is more important. I need my memories back.
The one urge slips through though, and Erebus responds. The bed shifts, and the next thing I know, he’s lying on his back with his head between my thighs, one hand still slowly plunging the dildo into me.
“Oh, not fair,” Pan grumbles.
“What, did you forget what I tasted like already?” I taunt. I’m not quite ready to do a mental dance with him—not until I remember all of what we did together—so it’ll have to remain above-board and out loud for now.
He smirks. “I will never forget what you taste like, Nemea.”
His expression is pure, raw hunger, but when Erebus pulls my hips down over his face and his tongue sweeps through my wetness, then twirls around my clit. I shudder and a moan escapes me. My eyelids flutter closed for just a second while I enjoy the combination of being stretched to the brink while an extremely talented mouth works my pussy over.
When I open my eyes, I meet Vesh’s gaze, his eyes now fractured into half a dozen fragments. They’re all witnessing my undoing right now. I mentally flip through my sketches, taking a moment to imagine each one sitting in front of me.
“Who is watching now?” I ask, studying Vesh’s gaze and hoping one of them responds. “Tell me what you would do if you were here. I want to talk to each of you.”
Vesh frowns. “Nemea, don’t encourage them,” he warns.
“Then you tell me what you would do. Besides just fuck me.”
I’m breathless now, my hips rocking ever so slightly of their own accord to match the rhythm of Erebus’ tongue. He’s taking his time, which is both torture and heaven.
Vesh shakes his head, then goes utterly still for a beat before his entire body shudders and he stands. But as I stare up his body, my gaze keeps going. It’s as if he’s grown a foot and his shoulders are wider, his body stockier, his expression more predatory. It’s still him, but not. A set of enormous, ghostly horns hover on either side of his head and I swear a golden hoop has appeared through his nose, flickering with some light that doesn’t exist in this room.
In a thick voice, he says, “I would chase you through all of Tartarus until I caught you, then claim that pretty mouth of yours and make you swallow my cock all the way down. I’d fuck all your holes until you beg me to stop, then spill my seed across your luscious tits and make Cerberus lick it off.” He tilts his head and smirks. “Then I’d probably fuck him too.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, somehow hotter despite the fact that I believe every word he just said, and it does scare me a little.
But there’s no time for the conversation to continue. The apparition of Asterius flashes out of existence and is replaced by a handsome face with two small tusks jutting up from his lower jaw. Feathered wings have sprouted from Vesh’s back, and on his head stands a mohawk of golden spikey hair. This must be Chrysaor.
“I would bury my face between your thighs and eat your ass and pussy until you beg me for mercy. I could show you now—just say the word, pretty girl, and that can be my face you’re sitting on.”
“What if the others fuck me first?” I ask.
He lets out an amused grunt and grins. “Even better. The more of their creamy mess that’s dripping out of you, the tastier you will be. I would devour you.”
Before he can say more, his wings disappear and the face transforms again, only there are three vaguely canine heads superimposed over Vesh’s. They flicker and merge, transforming into a scruffy, but strikingly handsome face with a wicked grin. “Asterius only thinks I’d let him fuck me. I’d lie back and let you ride one of my cocks while he and Chrysaor suck the other two.”
My eyes widen. “You have three cocks?”
“In my human form. But if you prefer one, I can fuck you doggystyle and knot you until you scream.” His three wolfish heads return, tongues lolling out of two while the third licks his chops like I’m a prime piece of meat.
Vesh’s mouth twists into a sneer and a woman’s voice snaps, “Fuck off, mutt. All of you assholes are fucking crude. She deserves better.”
The face that superimposes itself over Vesh’s next is stunningly beautiful, the eyes flashing with inner light. This is the dragon, Campe. Her voice turns into a purr as she cocks her hip and eases closer.
“And I could give you so much better. You think Shadow Boy’s tongue is nice? You’ve never had a dragon tongue. I can please you like none of these men could ever hope to.”
Suddenly all the translucent shapes that flickered into being converge, and Vesh’s body shudders. His facial features shift and undulate, irate voices bickering incoherently using his mouth. Finally, he clenches his fists and plants his feet wide.
“Enough!” he yells, the command reverberating all the way to my toes in a way that makes my body shudder, and I nearly climax. I probably would have, except Erebus goes completely still beneath me, the sharp points of one hand digging harder into my hip.
I stare up at Vesh, heart pounding and body alive with a stronger craving for a man than I’ve ever felt before. I want him to tell me what he would do to me.
Except no, that’s not what I want. What I want is for him to just do it. I want him to shed all that heavy clothing and bare himself to me, to show me what it means to have chaos inside me.
“You need to come, Nemea. If you’re not getting there with my brother’s help, I’ll get you there.”
I’m too shocked to speak. He glances down between my thighs and Erebus silently fades into shadow below me. The dildo slips out with a faint squelch, falling with a thump to the bed. Vesh climbs on, still clothed, and grabs me around the waist, hauling me up and lying down with me clamped against his chest, one arm hooked beneath me. He grabs the dildo, then hooks his arm beneath my knee. He presses his face to my neck and inhales deeply, then emits a rough groan against my shoulder.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you with this thing. We’re going to finish this now.”
I drop a hand between my thighs, shivering when he pushes the dildo back into me and starts fucking me with it in earnest.
“You know what I would do to you, Nemea?” he murmurs through the sloppy noise of invading my soaked pussy with the giant toy. “I would do everything they said and more. No part of your body is sacred; the second you give yourself to me, you are all mine—every inch. I will own you and use you however I see fit.”
Pan clears his throat, and in a gruff voice says, “You forget I saw her first.”
I stare up at Pan through a haze of pleasure, fingers rapidly rubbing at my clit. I’m right at the edge, so close I might go over any second. He’s back at the side of the bed, stroking his cock with more fervor now.
I moan and arch my back, then stop touching myself to reach for him. “I want to taste you.”
Before I can articulate more, Vesh slips his free hand between my thighs and takes over teasing my clit. Pan crawls onto the bed and kneels beside me, taking my hand and wrapping it around the base of his thick shaft.
“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.