Chapter 17

17

Cerberus

B eing the lowest guard on the totem pole has had its advantages, and one of them is learning to bide my time. My tasks might be grueling, but they aren’t complicated, mostly just sniffing out potential security vulnerabilities, like when Pan made the mistake of jizzing into the Titans’ pit.

Idiot.

But that lucky idiot’s mistake landed him in Nemea’s bed on day one, while I was forced to wait until my turn came.

They’re all on board now that it’s come. Pan and Chrysaor lift her up between them. She’s a juicy, enticing morsel suspended in their grips, her arms hooked over their shoulders. They hold her legs apart and her soaked pussy beckons, her scent a fragrant cloud that is heaven to walk through.

Her taste still lingers on my tongue from when Erebus brought it to me, then proceeded to suck me harder than he ever had.

It’s been so long since I fucked a woman. It’s been ages since the other guards lost interest in sex play with each other, and I’ve had to resort to pleasuring myself with my canine tongues.

I’m not going to waste time with my tongue right now, though. Nemea’s quivering cunt is ripe and ready. When I reach her, I bend over her, my cocks pressed against her pelvis.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask, my hair falling around my face to shield us from the others. She peers up at me, beautiful face flushed, eyes wide, dark pools with the barest flickers of chaos magic like lightning shooting through her irises.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything.”

“Fuck, you say the most beautiful things. I wish we’d had time together before you left the prison. I just want to hear you talk. Talk to me, Nemea. Talk to me while I fuck you.”

Even though it’s obvious how aroused she is, I test her anyway, sliding fingers down her cleft, across her clit, then inside her. She’s slick to the point of dripping; even her tight rosebud of an asshole is slippery with her arousal. One of the others must have helped prepare her.

“Cerberus,” she begins, halting only when I grab two of my cocks and slide the tips down through her wet folds. She’s watching, I realize, her eyes wide and curious. “I had no idea what to expect,” she finally says when she realizes I’ve paused to look at her.

“Is it too much, or not enough?”

She smirks. “I don’t know yet. Put them in me and we’ll find out.”

“I’m going to give you all of them. You have a choice now: all three in your cunt, or one in your ass.”

“You choose,” she says, bright-eyed with challenge.

I grin. “You have no idea how happy this makes me.”

I reach down and find my third cock below the other two, brushing against her tailbone. I have to pull back and look between us to line it up.

Her pussy and ass clench briefly, then relax and I’m able to push past the tight ring. I shift my gaze back to her face then, to watch while I press my other cocks to her higher opening and slip the tips inside her. She’s biting her lip, her cheeks flushed. Her bare breasts beckon, and with Pan and Chrysaor holding her, that means my hands are free so I can take care of those two luscious orbs too.

I let her want more for just a moment, holding my hips still while I cup both her breasts and thumb her nipples. She arches her back, the muscles of her ass and core clenching, then releasing, seeming to suck me in deeper. The sensation is too enticing to ignore, so I push in a little more.

“No. Fuck me, Cerberus. Don’t wait. I want you to have me however you wish. Don’t hold back. Don’t ask permission. You’ve earned this. I’m only sorry you had to wait as long as you did.”

I shake my head, out of breath despite barely moving. “I haven’t earned you yet, but I will. If what you want is to be treated like a dog treats its mate, that’s what I’ll do. But remember I am yours. You own me, and I will lie prostrate at your feet before I ever do something you don’t wish done to you.”

With a grunt I slam into her, all three cocks buried to the hilt.

“And trust me, the wait was well worth it.”

My entire body rejoices with the way she encompasses me, and her harsh cry followed by a moan is enough for me to know she loves this as much as I do. I slide back out and slam home again, holding her hips while I set a rhythm.

I’ve come once already thanks to Erebus, so I have two more in me. I’m going to make it worth it and give her what she wishes.

“Touch her,” I gruffly command Erebus, who lurks nearly invisible in the shadows as always. I glance at Pan and Chrysaor, whose hungry gazes are fixed on my twin cocks buried in Nemea’s pussy. “Their hands are occupied holding her.”

“Brother, join me.” Erebus signs to Typhon who stands a ways off, looking left out. This human shape he’s chosen is disconcerting because it’s like looking into a golden-tinted mirror at my own reflection.

Where my coloring is dark, Typhon’s conjured human shape is fair, but our facial features are so similar there’s no mistaking we’re kin. I try not to let that distract me, but secretly hope he says no. Even though that makes Erebus my kin also, for some reason it’s less strange to have your uncle suck your cocks than it is to share a woman with your own father.

Asterius is beside Typhon, merely watching, probably expecting to have a turn. Alcides and Campe are leaning against a column of the temple, deep in conversation, but by the scents I caught on the air when I entered, they’ve already had their fill of her today.

Asterius begins to approach, but stops when Typhon doesn’t budge. The big minotaur rests a hand on Typhon’s shoulder. “Seems to me more tongues are warranted here.”

“I’ll wait,” Typhon says. “I am accustomed to watching.” He rests a meaningful look on me, then finds a marble bench flanked by two flowering shrubs to sit upon. He’s used to biding his time too, and I sense some of the bitterness toward his brother is what holds him back.

The rift that’s formed between the Brothers Bane is reflected as a fissure in my own mind, leaving me confused and my loyalties split. But with all three of my cocks buried inside Nemea, I feel whole. I intend to make this last.

Erebus flows into the spot beside me, tendrils of shadow immediately coiling out from all over his body, seeking warm flesh, which they find instantly. They tease up Nemea’s spread thighs, coil around her clit, then still more move higher to coil around her nipples. He is a master at finding erogenous zones this way, not that these are difficult to figure out. He immediately has her moaning and bucking, and I have to tighten my grip on her hips to maintain my own rhythm.

“Do you want some?” he signs to me with a grin.

Before I can answer, I feel Asterius move behind me, his hot breath gusting through my hair and his immense cock hot against my back. It’s all I can do to maintain my pace with Nemea, who is all but oblivious, her entire body undulating from the pleasure of my cocks coupled with Erebus’ dark tentacles.

“I will give him what he wants. It’s been a while, Cerby. Do you think you can still take me?”

“If you prepare me first.”

He drops to his knees, and then his tongue is between my cheeks in a delicious, fat lick that has my ass tingling and ready in no time. I find myself grateful for the pair of solid men on either side of Nemea, because when Asterius presses against my back again, I have no choice but to bend over. I grab hold of Chrysaor’s arm with one hand as I stare into Nemea’s eyes.

“You’re amazing,” she breathes, then bites her lip again as her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. They open when I let out a grunt as Asterius fingers my ass then slides his cock up the cleft between my cheeks.

“He’s big. Will it hurt?”

This close, she merely has to whisper for me to hear her. I shake my head. “I’ve taken his cock enough. My ass will remember.” I glance down at the ground she’s suspended above. “Though next time, I think we could do with some furniture. Maybe a bed?”

Her eyes widen and she gasps, this time in surprise that she didn’t think of that sooner.

“Don’t worry about it now,” I say touching her cheek. But she’s clearly worried enough, because before I can drive deep into her again, the ground softens beneath us, and when I look down, I’m no longer standing on hard stone, but on silken bedsheets.

“Oh, hell yes,” Chrysaor says. He nods at Pan. “Down?”

Everything shifts then, which is a whole ordeal I could’ve done without. At least they move slowly enough that I can follow Nemea to the bed without pulling out of her. Then she’s lying on her back and her legs are wrapped tight around me, and her hands come to my face.

“Better?” she asks, pushing her hips up into me.

“So much better,” I groan, slamming deep to meet her.

Then she kisses me, and I lose myself so deeply into her I’m only half aware of the pleasure of the giant cock probing at my ass then sinking into me. Asterius knows what makes me feel good and does no more and no less, as if he’s fully aware that my focus is elsewhere.

My attention is on this exquisite woman in our midst, whose presence I barely had time to acknowledge, much less take advantage of while she was in the prison. No one knows how much I grieved her escape, but I didn’t blame her; Vesh is the one who fucked it all up for us. But I’m so grateful now that she didn’t forget.

She came back for me, and now I intend to give her every single thing she asks for.

With a softer surface for my knees, it’s easier to fuck her harder. I lean back again, hooking her legs over my arms to hold her lower torso higher for a better angle to pierce her ass and pussy with my cocks. Asterius holds my hips, assisting with my rhythm as I drive onto his cock on a backstroke, and then deep into Nemea. Erebus torments her into a frenzy with his shadowy tendrils.

Pan and Chrysaor watch from the sides until Nemea reaches for them. Pan’s cock emerges almost instantly from the furry sheath it hides inside, and Chrysaor sheds his leather pteruges in an instant, revealing his twisted, heavily ornamented cock.

She grabs hold of them, purple magic sparking down her arms and across her palm, causing both of them to buck into her grip.

Even in the grip of pleasure and a hair’s breadth from climax, I wonder if this is her limit, or if she even has one. As if in answer, the elaborate octopus tattooed on her side writhes and twists and comes to life, its tentacles reaching for all of us. It slips into the smallest gap between my body and Nemea’s and finds my balls. It takes only one stroke before I’m done.

I let out an involuntary howl as my cocks all erupt at once, filling her with my cum. The sparking chaos magic lubricating Nemea’s palms draws quick orgasms out of Chrysaor and Pan, who swiftly cover Nemea’s breasts in creamy fluid. Asterius is the last to go over, groaning loudly as he grabs my shoulder to slam into me one last time, his cock spasming as he shoots his load into my ass.

Pan and Chrysaor collapse onto the bed, looking spent, and Erebus retreats to the shadows again. Asterius gently withdraws from me and moves away.

“Are you ready for more?” I ask. I’m panting, but not nearly finished.

“I’ll take everything you have to give.” Her cum-coated breasts are heaving, her cheeks flushed from arousal, and the scent of my seed mixed with her juices is intoxicating.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

When I shift, my vision splits into three disparate images of her, and the potency of her scent hitting all three powerful noses rocks me back. All three of my mouths salivate instantly with one inhalation.

“Oh fuck, this was what you meant?” she asks, propping herself up on her hands. For a moment I’m afraid she’ll back away in fear, but I should know better. Still, I start slow, licking the mess off her full breasts with all three of my tongues, paying close attention to her nipples. When I sniff one snout down the center of her torso, she only spreads her legs, then lies back when I give her pussy one slow lick.

This is why I prefer this form. I can watch her with one head, keep watch with another, while the third pleasures her. It’s even better when she sighs and drops one hand to the center head currently licking her sweet pussy and the other to the head taking in her pleasure. She stares into those two eyes while she gently strokes my fur.

“Do you like the taste of your own cum, Cerberus? Is this the real reason Campe’s so offended? You’re licking my pussy so well, I bet you’re good at licking your own cock, aren’t you?” She bites her lip as she peers beneath me, where the single cock I have in my canine form is already hard and unsheathed.

I give her a low woof of agreement, then tilt my first head into her hand while I dip my second tongue deeper into her cum-coated pussy to lick and swallow as much of myself as I can before I fill her up again. Because once I do, we’ll be locked together until we’re both utterly spent.

Tentatively I sense her probing at my mind, but she seems confused because there are three to communicate with. I dip my first head down to lick her cheek and urge her to look into my eyes.

“Can you speak to me in my mind like the others can sometimes?”

“Yes, but I am not really a talker. I’d rather just fuck you again. You do the talking.”

She lets out a throaty laugh. “Do you want me on my hands and knees?”

I lift all three heads to regard her. When I rise to all four legs, she flips over, rising and presenting her ass to me. She’s still coated in my spend, and I take a moment to give her another long lick from clit to tailbone before I mount her.

My fur-covered belly meets her back, and the pointed tip of my cock finds its way home with little effort. She lets out a sweet sigh as if relieved to be filled to the brim again. She twists her head to look over her shoulder at me.

“Only one, huh?”

I answer with a thrust deep into her waiting cunt, and she cries out.

“Oh fuck, but it’s a nice big one. Fuck yes, Cerberus. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like I’m your bitch.”

Three growls rise unbidden from all my throats as I answer her challenge, riding her hard. I nuzzle her neck with one snout, nipping at her flesh. She takes every inch of me and seems to make room for more, because with every stroke I try to drive deeper, only to find no limit. She just cries out affirmations despite my weight on her back and my claws digging into her skin.

I know it’ll be some time before I can fuck her again, so I try to draw this out, but the tight clench of her pussy around my cock makes it difficult. My knot begins to swell inside her, locking her to me. I howl, all three of my heads harmonizing, when my climax takes hold fully and I shoot deep into her one last time.

She cries my name over and over, the sound fading to an almost desperate whimper when her orgasm hits, her tight pussy spasming around my knot.

“What is happening?” she pants, reaching down to grasp the base of my cock. She doesn’t try to pull away, but her tight pussy continues spasming around me. I don’t think she’s finished yet.

“Oh shit, did he do what I think he did?” Chrysaor says, perking up from where he fell to the side after his climax.

“What did he do? Oh fuck, I can’t… I can’t stop…!” She lets out another quavering moan.

I’m dazed by the feel of her still clamped tight around me. I can’t find the words to give her, so I just dip my head and gently lick the back of her neck with one head, nipping lightly at her shoulder with another head, and emit a rumbling growl at Chrysaor with the third, warning him not to interfere.

“Don’t worry, man, I’m not,” he says, holding up his hands. To Nemea, he says, “He just knotted you. Which I’ve never actually seen him do before.”

Pan rolls onto his side and peeks beneath her, lifting his eyebrows. “She took all of him too. Wicked. Are you still coming, Nemea?”

“Uh-huh,” she says, then gasps and pushes back against me. I whine, because the movement only rouses my desire more. I’ve never come again post-knot, but if she keeps milking me like this, I might.

I try to move, but can’t, so I just let her have control now. Her nails dig into the bed and she tightens around me like a vise, then releases. Her fucking pussy is magic, clamping and releasing like she’s determined to draw another out of me, like she’s not satisfied being trapped in an orgasmic loop alone.

The other two watch in fascination as she continues to torment me until I have no choice. I’m howling again a moment later as she draws another devastating orgasm from me before her pussy finally relaxes. My knot subsides a moment later, but I’m too completely drained to move.

I drop back to my haunches, panting while she remains on all fours in front of me, cum dripping out of her.

“Make me come again. Lick me clean.” The words are unmistakably a command I should obey, and despite how spent I feel, I shove a snout between her thighs again without missing a beat.

When she looks over her shoulder at me, I finally register that her eyes are glowing a deep ultraviolet, not unlike Vesh’s. She’s at full power now, the magic resonating in her tone and glowing in the veins beneath the surface of her skin. Her tattoo is an even more vibrant shape on her side, its glowing gaze watchful and constantly shifting between me and all the others who watch this coupling.

Her next climax floods my tongue, but she isn’t finished yet. She calls them each one by one, beginning with Erebus, and I move aside, watching as each of her mates fucks her, then obeys her order to lick her clean afterward. Even Alcides, who never partook in our play before, drives his cock into her like we aren’t there, not caring about the sticky mess the others left behind, nor the remnants of us that must linger on her when he buries his face between her thighs.

Typhon is the only one who holds back, merely watching with heated gaze from his bench.

When she calls for him, he comes to bed but doesn’t undress or climb on. He crouches and rests his arms on the covers, taking her hand and holding it while Chrysaor takes another turn.

“I’m not myself in this dream shape,” he says. “Until I can shift properly to make love to you with my own body, the only way we can be together is if you come to me in my cavern.”

“Isn’t this you?” she asks.

“This is half your perception of me and half what I wish for you to see. It isn’t real. Not like the others who can shift into human shapes.”

She’s disappointed but accepts a kiss from him that lingers while Chrysaor brings her to another body-shaking climax, only to be shoved aside by Campe.

The dragon eyes me warily where I sit to one side, calmly overseeing the proceedings. Just to taunt her, I shift into the shape of a man again and grab one of my cocks. “Need to borrow a dick? I’ve got spares.”

To my surprise, Campe smirks. “I think I can satisfy her better with my tongue and tail.”

Then she’s naked, and the pair of them tangle like they’ve been starved for each other. When Campe’s tail makes an appearance and promptly buries itself in Nemea’s pussy, I’m not the only one making sounds of awe and wonder.

What the two of them do to each other, between Campe’s tail and Nemea’s octopus, manages to shock all of us, and I didn’t think we had it in us to be shocked by anything.

As if to one-up herself, Campe manifests even more tails than the one. But she doesn’t stop there; her entire body morphs until she’s even more serpentine than before, with pale green skin and a mass of thick tails, snakes for hair, and teeth as sharp as razors. Nemea doesn’t seem to care, and actually looks delighted by this new shape. Campe’s evidently mastered Sybil’s form, who has many tails of her own and loves to use them to torment her sex partners. By the time they both climax, they’re wrapped in each other’s numerous appendages, and I’m ready to fuck again.

“Come,” Nemea says in a husky purr when she senses me lurking at her back, trying to find a way in. Her octopus releases Campe, stretching two long tentacles back to coil around one of my wrists. It pulls me down against Nemea’s back, and she lifts her leg. Her pussy is unoccupied, so I waste no time plunging all three of my cocks into her, knowing now that she can take them. At least in this form I won’t risk knotting her again, because I don’t think I can stand the kind of torture she inflicted on me earlier a second time.

Campe swallows Nemea’s moan with a kiss, holding her tight while I fuck her. I’m hanging on the precipice of another epic orgasm when I feel the gentle caress against my thigh, trailing up my side. I open my eyes to see the dragon looking back at me. One of her tails makes its way around my thigh and between my legs, tugging lightly at my balls in a way that instantly sends me over the edge.

“You bother me because you always come too fast, pup. You’re no challenge for a dragon like me.”

She withdraws then, leaving me wrapped around Nemea, who reaches for Campe in protest, but lacks much energy to hold her arm up for long. Campe crouches and exhales a long breath of iridescent smoke that cascades over us, condensing into the softest blanket. She caresses Nemea’s cheek.

“It is time to rest for real, my love. Alcides will wake you when it’s time to train. Don’t let this mongrel disturb your sleep.”

She shoots me a warning look, but it’s tinged with affection I didn’t know she felt. I give a terse nod, understanding her silent missive. Sleep is what our mate needs now, so sleep is what she will get. As much as I’d love to lie beside her and hold her, I relent, shifting back to my canine shape and curling up at the foot of the bed to guard her while she slumbers.