I lose consciousness briefly at the peak of my orgasm, but come to just as Asterius slips out of me. Typhon’s still cradling me with his many snake heads, my body limply draped over several scaled necks. I’m face-down and turn my head to see if I imagined the others. They’re all there, gaping at me in shock.
For the briefest moment, I think I’ve gone too far, and my belly twists. I can only imagine how depraved this must appear. I’ve just been fucked stupid by a creature who is half bull with a cock the size of my arm. And even though the tremors of my orgasm are still making me quiver, I want more.
“Well, don’t just stand there, Ty, let us get a good look at the mess you two made of our girl,” Pan says, taking a step closer. His eyes are bright with interest and he’s smiling, so I guess this is a good sign.
When I study the others, their shock is fading into a deeper interest—except for the big, bearded man who I still haven’t been properly introduced to.
Alcides frowns and averts his gaze when I look at him. His cheeks redden and he strides away without a word, disappearing up the wide staircase into the light above.
“What’s his deal?” I try to say, and only manage a mushy, slurred inquiring noise.
Pan looks after him. “Ignore that bastard. He’s just mad he didn’t get to you first.”
Something tells me it’s more complicated than that, but one of Ty’s many tongues randomly flicks against my clit, and I moan and tilt my hips. I shouldn’t greet them all like this; it’s the first time I’m meeting them face to face. My spread and dripping pussy shouldn’t be the first thing they see. But I’m still too drunk on pleasure to move.
The others don’t seem inclined to leave, but haven’t made any moves either.
But then he arrives. The moment Vesh’s silhouette appears at the top of the steps, the power in my veins reaches for him. It isn’t just a sensation of need; it’s a visible, ghost-like purple wisp that flows out of me, leaving a tethered sensation in the center of my chest as it seeks him.
He strides down toward the group and they part, looking to him for direction. I try to rise onto my hands, but my arms feel weak, the power weighing me down.
“I… I’m sorry?” I say, not sure why I’m apologizing for anything.
“Bring her here, little brother,” he commands, and Typhon turns, carrying me through the water to the others. It’s a strange sensation lying on a hammock of snakes that flex and adjust to his movements with every step while his huge dragon head looms above. And it’s even more disconcerting when he pauses and it’s my ass facing the others full-on.
“What have we here?” Vesh says, coming closer. He stops at my side, reaching across the snakes to push a damp lock of hair behind my ear. The gesture makes me relax, and I afford him an exhausted smile. “You look well and thoroughly fucked, Nemea. Was last night not enough for you?”
“I guess not? I don’t quite understand what’s happening to me.”
“Fate happened, my love. How many of us is it now? Three?”
“If you mean how many of you have fucked me and not just teased me, that sounds right.” I wish I knew what he meant about Fate, but despite my confusion, it makes some strange sense. How many will it take? Three sounds like a lot, but at the same time, it’s nowhere close to enough.
Vesh coasts his big hand down my back, and I sigh, letting my eyes fall shut under the pleasant sensation of his touch. Some of the pulsing, swollen sensation in my body dissipates as if he’s drawing it into himself.
“I need more, I think.” I open my eyes and meet his gaze. He frowns with concern.
“I think so too. We’re going to give you everything we have until you tell us you’ve had enough. Then we’ll know how powerful you really are.”
“If I gain enough power, will he be able to fuck me too?” I tilt my head back as far as I can to look up into Typhon’s wide green eyes.
“If that’s your wish, I can teach you how to make it a reality,” Vesh says. He slowly caresses my back and slides his hand down over my ass. “But first, I think we need to see how much more power you can take.”
I gasp as he plunges two fingers into me, my hips lifting involuntarily to push back against him.
I groan when he strokes me and turn a fevered gaze to him. “Why is this happening to me? I don’t understand.”
“You’re a mystery to all of us, Nemea. But if I have to guess, ever since you summoned Pan, your powers have been seeking balance. With each new partner, your well deepens, making you crave to be filled again. Asterius only primed you to need more. So tell me, my love: which of us would you like next?”
“I want you,” I whisper, stretching out a hand and twisting his collar in my fist to pull him close to my face. He continues to idly finger-fuck me, his thrusts squelching into the dripping mess Asterius left behind. But he relents, leaning down and capturing my mouth with his in a kiss so deep it makes me think he’s taking sustenance from me.
“You left me alone,” I whine when we part. He rests his forehead against mine, panting slightly.
“I had business that couldn’t be delayed, but I’m here now. I have a day to see to your needs, and then I’ll have to leave again. But you won’t be alone. Someone will be with you at all times, I promise.”
“But you’re supposed to teach me.”
“And I will. But learning the limits of your power comes first. Let’s see if we can find them.”
He removes his fingers from me and moves around behind. Typhon shifts the snakes beneath me, two of them wrapping around my thighs again and parting me just a little wider. I groan at how much more exposed I feel with even that slight change in position. Craning my head over my shoulder, I see Vesh plant his feet wide and unbuckle his belt. His eyes flash with violet light, and the sparking magical mist I saw that first morning surrounds him.
I bite my lip when he takes out his thick, hard cock, its veins pulsing with inner light. My clit throbs in response, my own pulse sending a shimmering cascade of light through my veins. I’m too aroused to marvel at this new change Asterius first showed me. My blood is filled with the magic. It calls out to Vesh—to the others too. And when he thrusts home, my body lights up even brighter with the pleasure of it.
He lets out a long, rough groan of relief, as if he’s needed this for days. I feel the same way, even though it’s been mere moments since I was filled.
He isn’t as big as Asterius, but he’s just as thick, and the sensation when he fucks me is different. Every part of my body is more sensitive under his touch. He grabs my ass, leaving behind a fiery need in the shape of his palm prints. I cling to Typhon’s scales as I rise onto my knees, pushing back against Vesh’s every thrust.
Like before, Typhon slips as many snake heads beneath me as he can, teasing my nipples and clit until I’m soaring on the cloud of pleasure, and when Vesh’s climax hits, mine follows close behind.
I drop my head to the pillow of snakes, breathing heavily with my ass still in the air and his cock buried deep. Vesh heaves a long breath then pulls out slowly. Hot fluid trickles down my inner thigh.
“She needs more,” Typhon announces. “I can taste her emptiness still.” His voice is a velvet caress across my skin, and when I close my eyes, the young man still cradles me in his arms, gazing adoringly down at me.
“I’m here for this,” I hear Pan say.
“No, brother. You’ve already had her. She needs someone new.”
I don’t know all their voices well enough to recognize this one, so I open my eyes. Chrysaor gazes back at me with bright eyes, looking like he might burst from excitement. He steps forward, pushing Pan back with a palm to his chest. Pan gives him a good-natured scowl, but doesn’t object.
Before he can reach me, the entire cavern goes dark, and for a split-second, I think I’ve gone blind. Then a voice reverberates through my mind. “No. It’s my turn.”
When the darkness fades, Erebus is standing beside me, glaring at the others and challenging them to test him.
Chrysaor stops and steps back, raising his hands. “I’ll wait my turn. She’s all yours.”
Vesh snaps his fingers. “Anyone who isn’t my brothers, get back to work. I’ll call you if Nemea needs you.”
Chrysaor’s nostrils flare and he turns a hurt expression to Vesh. “She can take more than two of us at once.”
“Last night was different. There’s something happening to her now, and I need to make sure she isn’t overstimulated.”
I shoot Chrysaor an apologetic expression in response to his lingering gaze. He gives me a resigned shrug. Then he turns and trudges away with the others.
Campe remains behind, a concerned look on her face. “Boss, I can help. This need of hers … as a chimera, she must have a potent combination of nymphaea and ursa blood, and dragon too, given the way she absorbed your power a moment ago. I can help relieve the pressure if it gets to be too much.”
“My brothers and I can handle her, but thank you, Campe.”
She turns to me then, closing the distance and touching my chin lightly with her index finger. “Call my name if you ever need me, Nemea. I will hear you. I know the Brothers Bane will take care of you, but don’t hesitate to tell them to stop the moment you’ve had enough, okay?”
I nod, grateful for her tenderness. Everything they’ve done so far has made me feel safe and cared for, which is the only reason I’m content to just lie here and let Typhon hold me. His snakes subtly shift beneath me every few seconds, rearranging themselves both for his comfort and mine. When Campe disappears up the steps, he moves again, but this time I’m tilted vertical, supported on all sides.
“I want to face you while we fuck. I want to see your face when I make you come. I want to hear you cry my name.” Erebus coasts a shadowy hand over my shoulder and down my arm as I allow Typhon to reposition me. When he pauses, I’m in a semi-reclined position, my ass supported on one thick, scaled neck while several others restrain my thighs to keep me spread.
My breath catches when I’m faced with Erebus in all his dark and spiny glory. He watches me for a moment, as if bracing himself for me to object to his presence. Seeing him again is not scary so much as a subtle shock, like stepping into a hot bath after being outside on a cold day.
I ease into his appearance, but once I’ve taken him in from head to toe, with all his angular, dark muscles and inky protrusions, I meet his gaze again.
“You’re beautiful, Erebus. I want you inside me now, please.”