Chapter 25
25
Nemea
M y sanctuary feels different when I arrive, and it takes a moment to realize it’s the light. Normally the place is brightly lit as if it’s midday. The gilded tinge to everything now feels more like sunset, even though there’s no more actual sun here than there was in Tartarus.
Erebus materializes almost instantly. He’s in his true shape, his monstrous features oddly comforting thanks to their utter honesty. He regards me in silence with his opaque black gaze while I make my way to the pavilion with the bed and sit.
My belly churns with anxiety, and I simply reach out a hand for him while mentally reaching for Typhon too.
Erebus is only a few feet away, but dissipates into a shadow before reconstituting in front of me, on his knees. He takes my hands and peers up at me, a question arching his brows.
“You are troubled. What can I do?”
“When Ty gets here, the two of you can make me forget.”
He frowns and looks like he wants to argue, but at that moment, Typhon strides forward from his door, asking, “Forget what?”
I take a breath, fully prepared to tell him—if anyone would understand, he would. But I close my mouth and shake my head.
“I can’t tell you or you’ll try to talk me out of it. Please don’t ask me again, okay?”
The brothers exchange a look, and then they both nod. Their acquiescence eases some of my anxiety, and I stand and go to Typhon. He seems a little taller and broader-shouldered than he did earlier in the day, but he’s still wearing the same outfit Campe clothed him in for our trek down the Las Vegas strip. I rest my hands on his chest, sliding them across the solid expanse.
“You changed your shape.”
His pale cheeks tinge with pink, and he gives a slight smirk. “I asked the Furies for feedback on the form I chose before. They suggested I try something just a little more imposing. It isn’t too much, is it?”
“Too much is pretty much how I roll with you guys,” I say with a grin, sliding my hands up and hooking them at the back of his neck. His flush deepens and he drops his gaze. I cock my head. “What is it?”
“I also wanted to try something else. Something Chrysaor showed me the last time we spoke. After how you pleasured me in the caverns, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I decided to, ah… ornament myself.”
I release his neck and step back. “Color me intrigued. Can you show me?”
He clears his throat and nods, then rests his hands at his waistband. “If you don’t like it, I can change it. I did it to please you, after all.”
I make a circular motion with my hand, feeling a little déjà-vu, though Chrysaor wasn’t half as shy about dropping his pants in front of me.
Typhon doesn’t unfasten his jeans, though. Instead he sheds his jacket and peels his shirt off over his head, revealing his cut torso and the small barbells piercing each of his nipples. To add to the effect, one of his arms is also now inked from shoulder to wrist. I bite my lip, nodding my approval while my mouth waters and my pussy aches to see all of him.
He unfastens his jeans and bends over, obscuring my view for an interminable moment while he removes them before standing again.
His cock is a glorious, thick, serpentine length hanging between his thighs, and he wasn’t lying. It practically sparkles with all the steel. He’s chosen a Jacob’s Ladder piercing that extends all the way up his length, and from his tip protrudes a ring that I’m positive is attached to a sounding rod.
“You really enjoyed what I did to you, didn’t you?”
He swallows, the reverence in his gaze palpable. “No one has given me pleasure like you did. Of your own free will, and only with my desires in mind. I will never forget it. I did this mostly to give you pleasure, but hoped you’d be willing to do the same to me in this form.”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Ty. Come here.”
He strides close, stopping when he looms over me. I peer up at him, heart pounding at the dark beauty he possesses. So similar to his brothers, and yet so different. So much more raw than either Vesh or Erebus.
“Are you pleased?” he asks, the craving for validation evident in his tone. He touches one of the round ends of a barbell. “I can remove them, though it took some work to get them in. My skin can’t be pierced with normal steel, and I didn’t want to ask Vesh for material to make them. I finally remembered that I can use my own fire to temper the steel so it will pierce my skin.”
While he rambles, I lift his cock, holding it in one hand while I draw a finger down the row, bumping over each of the piercings. He’s massive, though not as big as Asterius, and the veins in his cock shimmer faintly with a purple glow. His voice trails off, and when I look up at him, his mouth is open and he’s breathing heavier.
“If you’re pleased, I’m pleased,” I say, tracing my finger back up. His cock gradually hardens as I tease, standing erect in a way that’s rare for dicks this huge to do, but when it points skyward, it reveals even more piercings. They continue all the way down the center of his scrotum.
My eyes widen. “How far do they go?”
He smirks. “I wanted to surprise you. Let you discover them all.”
“Okay, we’re doing this now. Lie down.”
As he moves onto the bed, I look for Erebus, who has disappeared. But the shadows have darkened, and a gentle caress across my back tells me he’s still here, just giving his brother some space.
Typhon props himself on a pile of pillows. He slips his hands behind his head, stretching like he’s enjoying his new body. I intend to enjoy it too—every inch of it.
He watches me intently as I crawl up his torso, skin sliding against warm skin, then kiss him. He slides his arms around me and holds me tight against him as our tongues tangle. The hardness of a tongue piercing is the first thing I notice, and I laugh softly into the kiss, then deepen it when he hums.
After a moment I move lower, enjoying his sigh when I tease my tongue over his pierced nipples, one by one. I peek up at him on my way lower, and he stares back at me, enraptured by my slow slide down his body. He widens his legs and bends his knees to make room for me between them, letting out a low groan when I kiss down the length of his cock and back up.
“This is going to be fun,” I murmur, hooking the tip of my finger into the hoop at the end of his cock and gently tugging. The rounded balls that dot the length of the shaft pop out one by one, and then I push it back in, watching his face while I gently fuck his narrow slit with the steel. Like I did with Chrysaor, I send a small surge of magic into the steel.
Typhon moans and lifts his hips as I tease him, adding more magic that sparks down the ladder all the way to his balls.
“Feels good,” he growls.
I give him another jolt of magic, then tug the rod free of his cock. I remember the enormous trunk I embraced and teased in his true shape, and how much he loved it when I teased the slit, so I dip my head and kiss him there, darting out my tongue to probe at the opening.
He’s breathing heavier now, so I don’t want to draw this out much longer, but I’m enjoying the exploration too much to stop just yet. I tease his slit a little longer, then trail my tongue down the underside of his length, sending small surges of magic into the hardware all the way.
When I reach his balls, I cup them in one hand, only to encounter something else underneath. I lift up both soft orbs and find more glinting steel underneath.
“You went all-out, didn’t you?” I say, pressing gently against the piercing through his perineum.
“I wanted to adorn this body for you. To make it appealing to you.”
“Well, I find it all very appealing,” I say sliding back up to look into his eyes. “But I love you no matter what shape you’re in. You are beautiful to me regardless.”
His jaw tics and he shakes his head. “I’m a monster who can’t properly make love to you in my true shape.”
My heart hurts for him, so jaded by his experiences that he has drawn these messed-up conclusions.
“Making love is a state of mind, Ty. You should know that just being able to put your dick in someone does not qualify the act as ‘making love.’” My voice turns brittle, and I can’t help the edge of bitterness. “I certainly know.”
His expression fills with concern, and he touches my cheek. “I just want to have that kind of union with you. To have what the others have. Just once.”
“As long as you understand that you are fully capable of making love to me even if you can only do it with your tongues. But as long as I have you in this shape, I intend to enjoy it.”
His cock is a hard ridge beneath my pelvis, and I lift up enough to reach beneath me and find it, then press his cockhead to my entrance. His fat tip spreads me open as I push back onto him. I watch his eyelids flutter, and his mouth fall open as I take him into me, each piercing rubbing exquisitely against my tender flesh.
“Ride me, Nemea,” he rumbles when I’ve seated myself against his hips with his entire cock throbbing deep inside me. I tighten my muscles around him, reveling in the sensation of the unforgiving steel ridges that tease at my insides.
Then I start to move and almost lose it, he feels so phenomenal. He seems to sense my faltering and grabs hold of my hips to steady and guide me, sitting up a little.
“I’ve got you. Just fuck me.” He digs his heels into the bed behind me and sits up, sliding his arms up my back as I rock my hips. A kaleidoscope of sensations overtakes me and I close my eyes, absorbing each one as I move, from his lips at my throat and breasts down to the way his pelvis presses into my clit with each downstroke, and every single barbell in his cock encounters nerve endings that drive my pleasure ever higher.
I’m panting hard when I sense Erebus solidifying behind me. I open my eyes and meet Typhon’s gaze, the question at the front of my mind enough for him to grasp it.
“I want him to give you pleasure too,” he says. “I want to share you with him.”
I can only nod and let him pull me back down as he reclines again. As he does, the shadows completely coalesce into the dark and looming shape of Erebus in his true form, sleek and shining black. His talons graze down my back, causing goosebumps to rise over my entire body. Then he grasps my ass in each big hand, the sharp points of his fingers digging in as he spreads me open.
The next thing I feel is his tongue at my ass, wet and hot and probing, and I know then what I’m in for.
But he’s so good, I’m ready to beg for it after he teases me long enough, more tendrils of shadow coaxing around my body and teasing my nipples and clit the way only Erebus can.
I’m so lost in the sensations it takes Typhon cupping my cheek to bring me back to the present. After that I keep my gaze fixed on his, his breathing setting the tempo for our fucking while Erebus uses his tongue and shadowy tendrils to ready my ass to take him.
I try not to think about the size and shape of his cock. If I can take Asterius all the way, or Cerberus’ huge knot, surely I can take Erebus in my ass.
The uncertainty must bleed through our bond, because I hear his amusement in a mental chuckle.
“I will always make it good for you, Nemea, because if it isn’t good for you, what’s the point?”
His shadows are inside me now, stretching and probing deeper, some of them pushing inside my pussy alongside his brother’s cock until I feel almost too full.
Then he’s ranging over me again, his mouth at my ear, silent breath gusting hot as he nips my earlobe while he presses his cock at my rear entrance.
I whimper when his head breaches the barrier, but Typhon grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“If you want him to stop, he will stop.”
I shake my head, because while the stretch feels impossible, it still feels good, and he licked me enough to coat me liberally in his slick saliva, so there’s almost no friction.
That is until the first knobby spine hits the barrier, then pops past.
I cry out, but not in pain. I’m surprised by the sudden increase in pleasure that surges through me when he pushes deeper, each spike driving me closer to orgasm than the last.
The pleasure is so great, I’m grateful when he bottoms out and digs his claws into my hips as if the sensation is too much for him too.
“So tight. I could come right now just looking at my cock buried in your tight ass, Nemea. But I want to feel you break around me first. Get ready.”
I brace myself, clinging tightly to the razor’s edge of climax myself, struggling not to fly over too soon.
But when he pulls out in sync with Typhon and they both slam deep as one, I shatter.