I can’t help the desperation that creeps into my voice, because I was aching to be filled again the entire time they were deciding who would get to fuck me next. My entire body is one big, throbbing nerve. Why is this happening to me? Was Benedetta right? Is it because of the mix of blood running through my veins?
At the moment, all I care about is the monstrous man closing the distance between us. His eyes are jet-black orbs, but somehow it’s clear he’s wholly focused on me. His chin tilts and his eyelids lower, taking me in when he slides between my knees, resting his taloned hands on my thighs.
“May I kiss you?” His dark eyebrows lift when the question filters into my mind.
I let out a laugh. “I just asked you to fuck me. Of course you can kiss me.”
His smile transforms his sinister appearance into something almost wholesome, and my heart melts. Have these creatures had any love at all these past centuries locked away in this prison? They’re a family, but despite sharing a home, I haven’t seen much between them in the way of camaraderie, aside from Asterius suggesting that they used to fuck on occasion.
I withdraw a hand from the small snake that loosely restrains me and raise it to reach for Erebus as he dips his head. He’s utterly silent, but when his lips meet mine and I drift my fingertips over his smooth cheek, a tremor coasts through his entire body. With my other hand I reach between his legs, gripping his spined shaft and letting my palm bump up over the protrusions, then back down again. I tug him closer, and he moves with fluid grace, sinking against me.
He pulls away from the kiss and looks down between us where I’m aiming his tip at my dripping core. Even his breaths are silent and airless, but he’s breathing nonetheless, his big chest rising and falling quicker as he sinks slowly into me.
“Like this?” I ask, looking up at him, breathless myself when his cock is finally seated and it feels like every one of those fleshy nodules is pulsing against my inner walls. A ridge of them remains outside my opening, lightly rubbing against my clit when he begins to move.
His expression transforms, his sharp-toothed grin turning feral. My heart skips a beat, but I surrender when he grabs both my wrists and lifts them over my head, capturing my mouth again in a hungry kiss.
“Watching the others fuck your perfect pussy is torture, Nemea. I’ve ached for this ever since my brother revealed your existence to us.”
He slides out and slams deep again, the hard thrust making me cry out in surprise. “You don’t mind that I’m a mess from the others?”
“It’s just Asterius and Vesh, and maybe a little of Pan left from last night. But I would take you however I could have you.”
On his next thrust, I groan from the intensity of sensation filling me. He’s not as thick or long as the other two, but the spines on his cock somehow manage to massage parts of my core the others couldn’t reach. The swelling sensation in my blood rises again with each thrust, and I clench my eyes tighter shut in an effort to control it.
The light scrape of nails along my jaw sends me even farther beyond the point of no return, and with them comes the pleasant, familiar stroke of small tongues against my nipples. Typhon is getting in on the action again.
“Open your eyes, Nemea. Look at me while I fuck you.”
I obey, struck suddenly by the alien beauty of the creature buried inside me. He still has one hand restraining my wrists, but the other cups my cheek.
“You can relax. Let the power flow out of you and push it into me. Push it into Typhon. If you need him, Vesh is here to take some too. Let us be your vessels.”
I let go by increments, terrified of breaking this entire place if I release too much, but Erebus continues to coax me with his words and his strokes. With each thrust, my power surges, and it’s as if he takes some with him every time he withdraws. I give in to the rhythm, surrendering to the ebb and flow of magic rising and falling inside me.
Vesh still watches from the side, and I send him a pleading look. I don’t know if they’re enough, the two who hold me. He seems to read my worry and steps close again. He cups my cheek and bends to kiss me.
“I’ve got you, my love. My fate,” he says, staring into my eyes for a beat before lowering his head to my breast to replace one of Typhon’s tongues with his own. I sigh at the difference in sensation, his lips around my nipple a contrast to the small forked tongue flicking at the other one.
With all three of them surrounding me, I finally allow myself to let go completely. I relax and open to them. What did Asterius call them? The Brothers Bane. They are so in sync while they touch me, despite being so very different.
The release of power is as gratifying as a small orgasm, but as soon as the pressure eases it builds once again, even more quickly this time. The ground shakes beneath us and my eyes go wide.
“Oh god, why is this happening?”
“It might mean we are not enough. I can call the others back,” Erebus says, his brows drawing down in concern.
“No. I need to learn to control it. Help me.”
“Squeeze me with your inner muscles as hard as you can, then release.”
I do as he suggests, clamping down as hard as I can. The shaking fades and stops, but the increased sensation makes me gasp and his body vibrates again, his mouth falling open in a silent cry. He grins and fucks me faster as I relax, then clench again. The act allows me to focus not only on the pleasure, but on controlling my body’s reaction to it. Now even though I feel the power enter me, I can hold it in and release it with each tightening of my walls.
Erebus bends to kiss me, displacing Vesh from my breast.
“You have the same power in your mind,” Vesh says. He curls his fingers around the back of my head, and when Erebus releases me from the kiss, his brother leans in, pressing his lips to the center of my forehead. “You can contain it all with a thought. Try holding it in your head while you let your body go. Let yourself come for us, Nemea, but don’t let the power go.”
I let out an anguished cry, because I want to let go completely. I’m so wound up I’m ready to burst, but I do as he says. I try to envision the same clenching like a shutter closing in my mind, even as I relax my body and give in to the delicious strokes of the spined cock inside me.
Erebus slams deep again and holds himself there, twisting his hips so the external spines hit me just right on my clit and ass.
“Oh, fuck yes, like that,” I say. “I’m so close.”
He does it again, and I’m sure the spine in front starts to move on its own, rubbing in circles when it contacts my clit. I look down when he pulls out again, his dark, spiny cock coated in a creamy mix of all the juices I’m filled with.
“You like seeing me covered in all the others, don’t you? Your pulse is even faster now than before. Come on my cock. Milk me dry, Nemea. Are you ready for me to fill you up?”
I let out a desperate whine as I nod. I’m so ready. My body is at the razor’s edge, and when he thrusts hard and deep once more, that insidious spine hits my clit exactly right, and I lose hold on everything.
I let out an involuntary cry that grows louder when I feel Erebus’ cock spasm inside me. He keeps moving, but only in incremental little circles of his hip, rubbing the spine on me while his cock continues to fill me up. We’re both watching where we’re joined and each time he pulls out, milky fluid escapes, dripping down my ass and onto Typhon where he still holds me from beneath.
“I want to taste,” I say, compelled by a strange urge to swallow our mixed essence.
Erebus lifts his gaze to me, then looks at Vesh, his eyebrows raised.
“Is that bad? I tasted what you and Pan left behind that first night.”
Vesh smirks. “Not bad, but the compulsion to taste your partner’s essence is a nymphaea trait, particularly when they couple with their fated mate. It forms the beginning of a bond the first time. Each subsequent taste deepens the bond.”
“Then I definitely want to,” I say, looking into his eyes, then at Erebus, who is still breathing heavily. He starts to pull out of me, but Vesh stops him.
“Wait. We want to give her as much as we can.” He lifts a hand, a dark ultraviolet vortex spinning on his palm. A second later, a small, faceted black goblet appears held between his fingers. He nods at Erebus, then lowers the glass beneath his brother’s cock. “Now.”
When Erebus slips out of me, a flood of milky white fluid streams out, nearly filling the glass.
Typhon rumbles softly, his big dragon head peering down over my body so I’m shadowed and looking up at the underside of his jaw. He pulls back to meet my gaze.
“I would like to add mine, if you intend to taste it. I may not be able to make love to you the way the others can, but if we can bond without coupling, I would like to try.”
I’m finally sated enough to find my balance, so I turn over and rise onto my knees to face him. His nostrils flare, and he dips his head for me to place my hands on either side of his jaw.
“I’m willing to try too. What do you need me to do?”
“Hold the goblet and catch what I release. I am going to put you down now.”
He lowers the hammock of entwined snake heads and I slip off into the water, then step up onto the stairs beside Vesh. He hands me the goblet, then backs up a few paces. When I watch him with a confused look, he shrugs. “You’re naked. You can just wash it off when he’s done.”
Erebus leans in and presses a quick peck to my cheek, then disappears into a cloud of black smoke that fades into nothingness.
“Watching my brothers masturbate is not my favorite pastime. I see enough depravity here as it is,” he announces into my mind after he’s gone.
I roll my eyes. “You just participated in some of it.”
I peek past the rim of the goblet and sniff, but the contents smell vaguely like citrus or peaches, or some other type of fruit. Hopefully it tastes okay.
Typhon shifts then, the movements impossible to miss when the water laps against my feet on the steps. When I look, he rises up onto his haunches, and for the first time since meeting him, I see what he hides between his hind legs. A wet, glistening, iridescent purple tree trunk of a cock juts out, thicker than one of my legs and as long as I am tall. The tip is shaped like an inverted heart, slanted with the tip toward me, a long slit at the bottom.
My eyes widen at the sight and he hesitates, head tilting. “I am hideous, aren’t I?”
“Oh, god no. You’re magnificent. How do you… um… masturbate?”
He leans back farther, supporting himself on his haunches with his massive tail curling around for additional stability. Then half of his hundred snake-like heads writhe around, seeming to stretch and lengthen to reach down to his cock. He drops one taloned foreclaw to the base of his cock, angling it a little higher. It’s enough to meet the flicking tongues of all the small mouths that begin to twist and writhe around his shaft, licking the entire length.
Mesmerized, I step into the water and wade closer. The water at this end of the cavern is shallower, reaching only mid-thigh, so it’s easy to reach him. I shift my gaze between his cock and his primary head. He’s watching me, his normally narrow pupils blown wide and his mouth open. His large, forked tongue flicks out to taste the air.
“You’re aroused again. I can taste you from here.”
“I guess the sight of such a beautiful cock does it for me,” I say, smiling as I reach him. When I reach out a hand to his cock, the snakes part to make room, and Typhon widens his stance, lowering himself so my face is level with the head of his shaft. Up close I can see the faintest scaled texture of his cock, and when I touch it, it feels more like velvet than skin. I glide my palm along the surface, marveling at the way the color shifts just the way Vesh’s bedsheets did this morning, the way the floor of this very prison did.
Typhon releases a rumbling groan and the entire shaft of muscle in front of me pulses.
“Does this feel good?”
“Your touch feels different than my own. Better.”
“Can you hold this for me?” I ask, holding the goblet up. He coils one smallish snake head around it, keeping it steady so it doesn’t spill. Then I return to his shaft with both hands, splaying my fingers and wrapping them as far across his breadth as I can. Then I stroke all the way to the tip, letting my thumbs sink into the long slit when I reach it.
“Nemea…” he exhales on a groan.
“What feels good?” I ask, too fascinated by his reactions now to stop. When I touch him, my palms warm the way they did when I was crafting the dildo replica of Pan’s cock, and the core of my being thrums with the power I’ve accumulated.
“Your touch. Especially when you tease the slit.”
“Right here?” I wrap one hand around the back of his shaft below the tip, pulling it closer while I rub the palm of my other hand along the edges of his slit. Clear, viscous fluid emerges, making him slick. The opening itself is about as long as my hand, so it’s easy to slide my fingertips in and tease both sides at once.
He rumbles his pleasure, and half a dozen snake heads drift around my body. “May I pleasure you again?”
The tongues flit a millimeter from my skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over me, but my clit throbs in response to his offer.
“As much as I’d love that, this is about you. I want to help make you come, Ty. Tell me what I can do.”
He lowers his largest head close, nuzzling against the side of my head. His warm breath sends a cascade of pleasant heat through me.
“Put your hand inside. Fuck my cock with it.”
I halt and look at him. “Won’t that hurt?”
“Not when I’m this hard and so turned on I’m about to come already. You can feel how slick I am.”
“I can. Is this normal?”
“No. This is not normal, but normal is boring. I can’t fuck you, so I want you to fuck me.”
Gulping, I redirect my attention to the slit again. Impulsively I lean close and press my mouth against his tip, kissing right at the edge on one side of the slit. I dart my tongue out and run it along the edge, tasting him while I continue stroking with the other hand.
He continues nuzzling my head, and the snakes coast around both me and his cock, encompassing us both. Then the light dims and I look up to find two massive wings stretched around us, blocking us from view of anyone who might still be watching. I think Vesh was the only one who remained behind, but not even he matters now.
I slip my fingers into his slit again, no deeper than I did the first time, then back out, keeping my cheek against the sticky wetness just beside. His dozens of small tongues start licking parts of his shaft once more, but their activity is slower than before, and their eyes all focus entirely on me.
I push my body against his shaft as close as I can, hugging it to me while I touch the tip, swirling my fingers inside his slit. He huffs another rumbling noise against my shoulder, his breath making my nipples harden. When I spiral my hand a little deeper, his groan deepens too and he thrusts slowly up, the motion nearly pushing him out of reach.
“Don’t move or I can’t do this,” I caution.
“Wrap your legs around my base. I can support you.”
His base is as thick as a man’s waist, so it’s comfortable enough when I curl first one knee around him, then the other. It’s oddly comfortable even once he slides another snake beneath my ass. Then he lifts me a little more, positioning me at the perfect height to focus entirely on my task.
“This is so crazy,” I say, laughing as he huffs a pleased breath against me again.
This time the rumble that vibrates through him is more of a laugh. “But you’re enjoying it. Do you really take pleasure in making me feel good?”
“You know I do. I can’t exactly hide it.” To prove my point, I tilt my hips against the base of his cock, sliding my wetness against his skin. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure through me that makes an involuntary breath escape.
He hums in response. “I will take care of you after. I will take care of you always, Nemea.”
The promise warms me, and I rest my cheek against his cockhead again, stroking his slit before slipping my hand between the slick, fleshy sides. His breath gusts faster when I push deeper, finding him wet all the way in, and even hotter the deeper I go.
I slide my arm up to the elbow and back out. When I remove it, he lets out a gust of breath, but I push my hand back in immediately, eliciting another humming rumble from him as he tilts his hips up involuntarily, lifting me along with his cock.
“This feels good, doesn’t it, big boy? Who knew I’d be fucking a dragon’s cock with my whole arm?”
“Deeper,” he rumbles when I reach my elbow again and start to pull out. But I don’t have a comfortable angle to slide much deeper than my elbow.
I release my legs and stand, placing one foot, then the other on the snake that was supporting me. With a few feet of height, I can push in even more. His cock pulses, the entire channel tightening, then releasing around my arm. It’s uncomfortable at first, and for a second my heartbeat speeds up when I worry whether he might crush me, but something tells me none of these creatures could hurt me at all, nor would they.
So I keep going. I push all the way to my armpit, then slowly pull out, clenching my hand into a fist as I withdraw. Experimentally I reach for some of the power deep inside me and push a measure out through my limb when I push it back in, focusing on pleasure and nothing else. It has the desired effect; Typhon’s cock pulses and his big wings shiver around us.
“So good,” he rumbles, his voice deep and hungry.
“You’re so magnificent, Ty. So big and beautiful. I want to make you come. I want to be covered in you, head to toe. Then I want you to tongue me until I scream.”
He shudders, and this time it’s the voice in my head that urges “faster,” so I obey. He raises me up, and I bend over at the waist so I can fuck his shaft in quick, body twisting punches of my entire arm. His breaths gust faster and harder against my back and small tongues coast up my inner thighs. This time I don’t stop him. I can sense he’s close, and if tasting me pushes him over, then I’m all for it.
“Taste my pussy, if that’s what you want. Fuck yes, like that.”
I’m growing winded, but half of it is from the pleasure coursing through me from simply using my power, even if it’s only an incremental release. For the first time, I get the sense of how it should feel when I control it, and it gives me a heady rush, both of realizing that I can do this, and that I can do it to make this enormous, terrifying creature mine.
“I have been yours since we met, Nemea. Even though you didn’t know I was there.”
He directs more tongues between my thighs, and a couple of the snake heads nudge my cheeks apart, allowing them to find my wet opening and tease around it. Then he’s tongue-fucking me while I fist his cock’s deep channel. I’m sweating from exertion, but he’s close, and I’m getting close fast too. I feel it begin a few seconds before it happens; he lets out a groan and his cock spasms again, tightening hard around my arm once more. There is a cascade of flutters deep inside his cock, and he heats exponentially. I slide my arm out with the hot fluid welling forth just behind it.
He raises his head toward the ceiling and stretches his enormous wings wide, letting out a bellow that shakes the ground as a fountain of semen geysers up out of the opening I just had my arm deep inside. One of the snakes swoops in, still holding the goblet like a dutiful servant, and catches a splash of it easily. I’m still bent over, too wound up from the tongues teasing me to stand upright, and too electrified from the immense power that just surged through his skin and into me. I just turn my head and watch as the giant flood of cum splashes back down on my back, coating me in hot, creamy, viscous goo.
The snake heads not occupied writhe and twist in ecstasy along with his primary dragon head, but the second his climax subsides, he levels his gaze at me.
“Come for me now, Nemea. Let me taste you again.”
I can only moan and push my hips back against the delicious flicking of small tongues. The flood of fresh power has me weak and overstimulated, so it only takes a few seconds of talented tonguing across my abused clit to send me over the edge.
And when my climax fades, so do I.