“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 clearly not human, 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 even know these 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 very soul—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 literally me.”
“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 feels good to 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.”
I let out a throaty chuckle. “I thought you didn’t want me tearing down your walls.”
“I can survive one or two for you.”
Pan pulls me down, and I close my eyes when he kisses me, his cock sliding out. Then both their thick tips are pressed together, nudging at my opening again. The best part is that I remember how good it felt the first time, and how right. Objectively I should be surprised that they even fit, but somehow wanting it makes it work.
I cling to Pan, and he holds me tight as they push inside me in tandem, the stretch mind-blowingly delicious. I surrender then, mentally proclaiming, “I am yours. Do whatever you wish to me.” Impulsively I reach for Erebus with my thoughts too. He doesn’t appear in solid form, but I feel him nonetheless, as darkness descends over the three of us, caressing every inch of my body. Sometimes his sharp nails bite into my skin; sometimes a warm, velvety tongue glides over a sensitive part of me. He grows more solid in front of me, a darker shape on his knees above Pan’s head. He gently wraps taloned fingertips around the back of my head, holding me level with his groin, and his frighteningly large and spiny cock stands erect right before my eyes.
“Take me into your mouth, Nemea. I want you to taste my essence.”
I open willingly, more curious than frightened of the barbs protruding from the column of his shaft on four sides. When he pushes in, the nubs turn out to be firm, but flexible, tickling my tongue and the sides and roof of my mouth. I suck gingerly, moaning when he skates his sharp fingertips through my hair, tickling along my scalp, then tightening his hold on my roots and guiding my head as I bob up and down. The barbs bump past my teeth without catching, and each time they do, he lets out a rough groan. So I find the line of protrusions along the bottom of his cock and focus on it with my tongue, making sure to apply pressure every time he moves. He grips my head tighter.
“This only makes me want you more, Nemea. I will have you to myself just once. Vesh and Pan can’t watch you constantly.”
I keep one hand braced on Pan’s chest and hold onto Erebus’ hip with the other. Dark, shadowy tentacles flow out of Erebus and tease over my body, tickling every sensitive spot that isn’t already filled or being touched by the others. The sense of being bound up in pleasure pushes me closer and closer to the edge. When one of the many tickling appendages probes between my ass cheeks and pushes inside, I lose it.
And time stops.
Everything freezes. My entire body goes still, Erebus is mid-stroke, his pull on my hair still a sharp sensation among many. And my orgasm remains poised at the very pinprick point of plummeting off the edge.
“This is where you need to focus your power, Nemea,” Vesh says. He keeps moving, slowly but deliberately, while I remain paralyzed with the other two men inside me. This was what he did to the others when he came to get me at the school.
“How?” I mentally cry.
“Feel it inside you. Down past the pleasure, past your climax—that power that’s inside you that Campe would devour, were she here. That power that shattered the cabin into pieces when we fucked the first time. Grab hold of it. Rein it in. Focus it and store it away. You must learn to harness it before you can learn to use it.”
It’s a struggle and a half, but I force myself to find the magic flaring bright beneath the surface of my orgasm. It’s a living thing, a brilliant spark burning ever brighter like a fuse traveling to a bomb. It’s a challenge, but I focus with all my might, the effort growing difficult when Vesh fucks me harder, squeezing my ass as he changes his angle. His cock presses Pan’s right against my G-spot, and my paralysis fades the tiniest bit. I grunt around Erebus, nearly losing my grip on the power that’s barely in my grasp as it is.
“I’m going to let them go. Hold onto it, Nemea. Hold on with all you’ve got.”
The world snaps back into frenzied motion, all three men thrusting and grabbing and invading, their cocks and fingers daring me to lose myself.
And fuck, do I want to just let go, because it all feels so good. But the power is within my grasp, and there is so much of it. I mentally wrap myself around it and hold on for dear life while my body gives into the others. The power flares bright when my orgasm takes hold, but I have it. I squeeze tight, pushing it back down deep, as if I’m sliding a bullet into a chamber for later. It clicks into place, and I finally relax and let loose, my body spasming as I cry out around the cock in my mouth. Erebus pulls free and strokes himself to completion against my lower lip, his semen spilling onto my tongue. Some part of him is still plunging in and out of my ass, the sensation prolonging my already intense orgasm as the other two spill deep into me.
The second Erebus releases my head, I collapse onto Pan’s chest. Vesh pulls out of me slowly, then gets up and pads round the bed. He touches my chin just the way he did the last time we did this. But I remember now.
“Don’t you dare make me forget,” I say, half-slurring.
“Never again,” he says, bending down to kiss me. When he pulls back, he glides his thumb over my cum-painted lips. I stare up at him in wonder, drinking him in and barely listening to what he says next. “But Pan and Erebus need to get back to work, and you need to sleep. I’ll properly introduce you to the others in the morning. Goodnight, Nemea.”