The cavern rumbles when I reach Asterius. He frowns as he stares around at the space, at the water rippling around me, and the stream of water from above halts before starting again. Typhon is here and hasn’t moved, but there’s a deep throbbing inside me that is more than just arousal.
Looking straight at me, Asterius says, “I believe that was you, Nemea. Try to control your power if you can.”
“It helps if I have something to focus on.” I move between his big thighs and wrap both hands around his girth, making an effort to channel the magic inside into that deep well Vesh helped me seek out last night.
Asterius groans and leans back, propping himself on his hands. The water hits his head, cascading down over his shoulders and through the hair dusting his chest, slicking it flat again. My mouth goes dry just watching him move. His abdominal muscles tighten and flex when I squeeze his cock and slide my hands up the massive length.
He’s thicker at the base, so thick it takes both hands to fully encircle him, but his shaft tapers almost to a point. When I reach his tip, I use only one hand, his cockhead about the thickness of one of his thumbs and weeping with his arousal. A thick ridge of muscle runs along the top of his shaft, and there’s a groove in the underside just right for me to fit my thumb into. I experimentally stroke back down with one hand, rubbing my thumb gently into the groove.
“Nemea,” he groans, “you torture me.”
“I can’t help if I’m curious,” I say with a smirk. “Are all of you different like this? I saw Erebus last night. He was very different.”
Asterius’ brow creases with slight irritation, which shifts to pleasure when I give his cock a squeeze to emphasize my desperate interest to learn more about all the guards.
“Hmm, let’s see,” he says, smiling slightly now that he’s surrendered to my curiosity. “Erebus has a spiny cock, which you saw. Pan’s is curved, but otherwise average. Cerberus has three, and one of them knots. Alcides’ is human-shaped, but he’s hung like a god. Chrysaor’s is ridged in a spiral, like mine, but … twisted. Vesh’s cock is …”
He pauses and lets out a groan when I reward him for his openness with a gentle stroke.
Deciding to help, I finish the thought. “Vesh’s cock somehow fits perfectly inside me, along with Pan’s. How does that even work?”
“Chaos can take any shape it needs. I’m sure your pussy adapted to some degree too.”
“Does Campe have anything special?”
“Her tongue, and she tastes like ambrosia when she comes.”
This makes me pause, and he opens his eyes, affording me an embarrassed tilt of his mouth.
“So you guys really are all intimately acquainted.”
“It isn’t a regular occurrence. It’s been centuries, in fact, since we’ve cared about sex much at all. Campe refuels when one of us allows her to be in the room while we’re … ah… engaged in self-care. Sometimes she returns the favor.”
“Mutual masturbation, but not fucking?”
“It’s maintenance, at our age. Fucking takes more effort.”
“This isn’t maintenance right now, is it?”
Asterius sits up and hooks an arm around me, hauling me close. The next thing I know, his mouth covers mine, his tongue delving deep. I whimper and sling my arms around his neck, body going slack when he slides his mouth to my neck.
“This is a dream come true. You’ve awakened all of us to the possibility of more—to the possibility of something deeper than lust and simple gratification. We haven’t shared something so profound in thousands of years. You are a gift, Nemea, and one we will treasure.”
The flutter in my belly rivals the pulsing between my thighs. I’m awash in electric sensation that’s rooted even deeper than my desire for touch. If what he says is true, it’s more than I ever imagined possible.
I arch back in his embrace when he dips his head and wraps his lips around one nipple. Intense pleasure cascades through me, tangling with the throb of magic and the excitement of belonging somewhere for the first time in my life.
A gust of hot air ruffles my wet hair, and when I crane my neck, Typhon is mere inches away, so close I see both Asterius and myself reflected in his big eyes while dozens upon dozens of smaller pairs look on. The carnal embrace Asterius and I are in is striking in its intensity, my face awash in pure pleasure, his focused and intent on giving me that pleasure.
He drops a hand between my thighs and strokes me once, then groans when he finds me soaked and hot.
“I need to be inside you,” he says. “Come.”
He rises, and in one smooth motion lifts me and turns, placing me on the ledge he sat on beneath the still falling water. The heat of it flows over me, but when he arranges several pillows and sits again, I’m not sure what he intends. The water flow lessens to a trickle, then stops, and Asterius reaches out a hand, leading me close when I take it. When he lies back, I get the idea.
His cock stands nearly vertical, which is impressive, but maybe only possible due to its unusual shape. I step one foot across his hip and stand above him, looking down.
“Do you want me like this?”
He reaches for another pillow with one hand and tucks it under his head. “I want you however you want to give yourself. But you might ask him what he wants too.” He tilts his chin toward Typhon.
I peek back again where Typhon watches from a few feet away. He cocks his largest head, all the others mimicking the movement, then shifts forward on his enormous legs.
“Let me assist.”
The next thing I know, ninety-nine snakes are hovering around me, their tongues darting out to taste the air. They don’t touch me at first, but I watch in fascination as they pull more pillows around us. Then one nudges me with its nose, urging me to turn.
“You want me to look at you?”
“Yes,” he says. “I want to watch your face when he fills you. May I?”
I turn when the snake bumps my hip again, its tongue darting out in a ticklish sweep that makes me gasp.
Typhon cocks his head again. “Do my heads disgust you?”
“What? No! You just surprised me. It didn’t feel bad. You can do it again, if you want.”
An interested rumble fills the air and more of the heads focus on me, their many tongues flickering so fast the breeze they generate cools my skin.
They close in, and I brace myself, but Typhon must sense my apprehension, because he backs off and only one arcs in, slitted eyes watching as it tickles its tongue along my collarbone and down between my breasts, then flicks against one nipple. The sensation is different than Asterius sucking, but it feels good.
“Would you like more?” Typhon asks, still watching with his central head.
“Yes, please.”
He lets out a deep chuckle. “So polite. Will you say please when you’re aching for more?”
A breath escapes me when a second snake attends to my other breast, and still more circle as if stalking my naked body, waiting for the right moment to attack. I am at his mercy now.
“Probably.”
When Asterius grips my hips with both hands, I look over my shoulder. His giant horns are at eye-level, his face only a little lower. I give him an apologetic smile that falters when another tongue begins tickling its way down my belly.
“D-Does he do this often?”
“Never,” Asterius says. “How can I compete with one hundred tongues?”
I twist and crouch just enough to hook an arm around his neck and press my mouth to his. He groans when our tongues tangle. I hold his tongue between my lips and suck gently until he groans again, then release him and trace a line down the side of his face and over his lower lip. “You really have to ask?”
His eyes narrow and a wicked smile spreads across his face. “Stand and face him again.”
I obey, though my knees are going weak from the attention despite the short reprieve. Typhon’s teasing is light and gentle, bordering on torture. But there are tongues fluttering along every limb now, darting against my torso, my nipples, and a few so close to my core I can’t think straight.
The first time one flicks lightly against my clit, I moan and my knees nearly buckle. Asterius presses a big hand against the center of my back.
“Bend over. Let him support you.”
This is crazy. It must be some insane pornographic dream my depraved brain conjured up and I’m still asleep. But it feels too good to fight.
I do as Asterius commands, blindly reaching. Several long, scaled heads glide through the air in front of me from either direction, weaving themselves together just beneath my torso to support me. I’m able to lay across them, my weight easily supported. But then one disappears and my breasts fall through the gap, only to be instantly attended by what feels like half a dozen tongues flicking against my nipples.
But they’re no comparison to the single thick, wet tongue that teases between my ass cheeks when Asterius parts me and laps at my rear opening.
“Oh god,” I moan.
When I close my eyes, he’s there—the beautiful, golden young man Typhon showed me. He’s close enough to touch, but I’m too tangled in pleasure to do or say anything. Tongues have made their way between my thighs, teasing my folds apart and sliding through my juices, tickling my clit in the most delicious way.
In the shadows of my mind, he steps close and lifts a hand, pushing my hair behind my ear, then cupping my cheek. He leans in and kisses me, and the sensation is every bit as perfect as if it were real and not just in my head.
“You can tell me what you want telepathically, if it’s easier,” he says.
“I want whatever you want.”
“Your pleasure is everything to me, Nemea. I want you to release it into me. If I’m anything like other dragons, I want to be able to make love to you like a man does. I want to see if your power will let me shift.”
“Then make me come and we can find out.”
“I will. But I’m going to take my time. And I want to make sure Asterius is satisfied too. Please don’t fight me, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
Don’t fight him? At first I’m not sure what he means, but then the platform of snake necks I’m lying on twists and lifts. My legs leave the ground, and more scaled necks slither around my calves and thighs. More still curve around my back, beneath my armpits. I cling to whatever I can with both hands, but despite the shifting movements, Typhon never lets me go.
The world tilts, and I open my eyes to a dizzying rush of movement around me. Every one of my limbs is held by a giant snake, their soft scales sliding against me. Tongues continue teasing at all my delicate places, including the thicker, wetter one busy licking between my ass cheeks.
Asterius groans, and I try to see beyond all of Typhon’s heads to where he is. All I can find is the view between my legs where another snake is teasing its tongue along the underside of Asterius’ cock.
Typhon moves me again, pulling me away from Asterius for a moment. His big head is intent on me while all the smaller ones slither around, manipulating my limbs. I feel like a doll being posed, my arms stretched out perpendicular to my sides and my legs splayed wide, my knees bent. But he never ceases the relentless teasing of my nipples and my clit, so I’m not coherent enough to ask. It doesn’t hurt; everything he does feels good. His grip on me is firm, but gentle, and the way he cradles me is almost tender.
Finally he lets up just enough for me to blurt out, “Am I just a toy to you?” then laugh through the intense pleasure.
His giant eyelids blink and he shakes his big head. “You are everything to me, Nemea. Let me give you pleasure.”
I watch him, vision hazy from being teased. My pussy feels hot and heavy and swollen, and I could come at any second. It occurs to me that he’s drawing it out the way I’ve heard dragons will with their partners, to intensify the flood of power when orgasm finally hits. I’m holding onto the power inside me just the way Vesh showed me last night, holding back from release. Now that I know he wants to be the target, at least I know where to focus when I can’t hold on any longer.
“Let me taste her while you’re carrying her around,” Asterius says. “Just a little higher and I can.”
Okay, now I’m definitely feeling like a toy, but I also don’t really care.
Typhon tilts me so my ass is in the air, my spread core exposed. Asterius grips the backs of my thighs with both big hands and runs his thumbs down my slick labia, pulling me apart. Then his glorious tongue is there, swiping through from clit to ass. He buries his face against me, nose pressed between my cheeks as he plunges his tongue in then back out before swirling it against my asshole one last time.
I’m dizzy from the intensity of his attention, and the abrupt halt it comes to makes me want to beg for him not to stop. But Typhon’s already repositioning me, angling me just enough that I’m not staring at the water below. I’m able to look into his eyes again, and I’m about to jokingly ask what happens next when I feel Asterius grip my hips again. I glance back to see him standing right behind me, his angular face flushed and his attention wholly focused on where he’s aiming his cock.
“Fucking finally,” I mutter, which makes the minotaur chuckle.
“You can say that again.”
Thankfully he wastes no time plunging his cock into me. I’m so slick and aching, it’s like pouring cold water on a burn. We both let out desperate groans of relief, and I let my head drop against the scaled snake neck under me.
Typhon hums with interest, retreating his tongues from my nipples and clit for the moment, which is both a relief and disappointing, but allows me to regain enough coherence to focus on Asterius, because something is happening while he fucks me. He plunges deep, the tapered tip of his cock bottoming out against my cervix, but it doesn’t stop there. At first my abdomen clenches and cramps at the invasion, but then I feel something deeper relax and open.
“That’s right, let me in deep, Nemea,” Asterius says in a purr. “Let me in all the way.”
I dig my nails ineffectually into Typhon’s scales and whimper. I want to get away, but I also want more. I don’t quite understand what’s going on.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Fucking you the way you deserve to be fucked, beautiful. All the way to your soul.”
He pulls out and slides back in, going deeper this time—too deep. But this time I don’t feel the bruising jab against my cervix. My body has betrayed me. I feel spread open in a way I never have, not even when Pan and Vesh were sharing me, both their cocks stretching my pussy almost to its limit. Asterius pushes the boundaries of my body and my mind. My organs seem to obey his command the way the prison does, my very womb opening to let him in.
But it no longer hurts. The sensation is a deeper invasion of pleasure than a mere stroke against my G-spot. When he pulls out next, I ache so much I cry out a protest.
“More, please, please don’t stop!”
“Never,” he growls, slamming in all the way to the hilt. I scream and arch my back, feeling my belly extend against the scaled flesh beneath me. And he does it again, and again, and again. Every plunge drives my body to its very limit and then past it, expanding my very consciousness as he fills me to the brim with his talented cock. When Typhon resumes his attention, I’m lost, only able to disappear within where the last shred of my sanity lies cradled in the arms of the beautiful young man. He kisses me and fondles me gently.
“You are beautiful when you surrender. Someday I will fill your sweet cunt like he is right now.”
“You’re beautiful the way you are. Why change?” I murmur, distracted by the many tongues now flicking over my skin again. One has slipped between my ass cheeks, another has returned to teasing my clit, and still more are lighting up every other nerve ending on the surface of my body while Asterius wakes up pleasure centers I never knew existed.
“Because I want to be inside you, Nemea. With my own cock, with my own body.”
“If Asterius can do this to me, maybe you can too?”
I remember what Asterius said mere moments ago: Chaos can take any shape it needs. Is this why I can take him all the way inside me? Can I take another shape too? And if I can, maybe Typhon can too. Maybe all we need to do is try.
I tug my arms free and lift myself up, grunting and nearly losing consciousness from the wicked fucking Asterius is giving me. I reach for Typhon’s giant head, and he tilts down so I can touch him.
“Meet me halfway, lover,” I say. “We are made of Chaos. We can be anything we want.”
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.