“I don’t know what happened… I’ve never come that hard before.”
He smirks. “It’s a talent of mine in particular. Don’t feel ashamed. I expect we’ll be bathing in our shared juices by the time we’re done.”
“Was it enough?” I ask, eager to hear the verdict.
“More than enough, but I need to be inside you before I share.”
Despite the epic climax, my pussy responds to the suggestion with an aching spasm. I oblige by sliding down his belly, reaching between my legs for his cock. It’s every bit as hard as the replica, and I’m as apprehensive now as I was before the ritual. It wasn’t easy to take before, but with the added lubrication Pan coaxed out of me, all I feel is the fantastic stretch followed by the pleasure of being filled to the brim with cock.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed,” he says, as if he’d just read my mind.
I lose myself to the lazy thrusts of his hips as he pulls me against him and I bury my face against his neck. He smells like the forest. His lips brush my ear and he says, “The forests were my home once. That’s what you smell.”
“You’re inside my head?”
“You just drowned me in your essence, Nemea. You’re inside me. I can sense the chaos that runs through your veins. No higher race’s blood. Something even stronger, more ancient.”
Chaos.
I sit up, take him even deeper, and stare down at his face. His expression is earnest, even reverent. He grunts with a deep thrust that urges me back into motion. I lose the thread of inquiry before I can ask him to explain, the pleasure too distracting to pin down the questions flitting through my mind. When he cups my breasts, I let my head fall back and rock my hips. His knees come up behind me, granting support and allowing him to fuck me harder.
“You don’t need to speak for me to hear you now.”His voice is inside me and all around me at the same time. It filters through the pleasure, magnifying it, this understanding that he’s not just inside my body now. He’s inside my mind. How much deeper can he go?
“With you, as deep as you’ll take me. You mean freedom to me, Nemea. Freedom from the servitude I’ve endured for a thousand years, if you let me fill you with my essence.”
“I want to set you free,” I say, the words falling from my mouth without thought. “Tell me how.”
“Make me yours. Take my seed and I will be your mate. I’ll be free of that place. Free of him.”
“Who is he?” I ask.
A shadow passes across his face. The shift in light is so sudden it’s disconcerting, especially since the view out the window hasn’t changed. Glowing deep purple, clouds swirl within our dildo on the bedside table. The settings in his cock ring glow between us.
Pan grimaces, eyes clenching shut. “Don’t ask that. Focus. I need this more than you know.”
But something has shifted. My spine tingles like someone walked over my grave, and when I look over my shoulder, I see mist thickening outside the window. Sparks like purple fireflies pepper the fog. The silver shifts to lavender, then deeper purple, the lights multiplying. When I look back down at Pan, he’s different. His face flickers between the handsome, bearded man and an unfamiliar visage with glowing purple eyes. I falter, my pleasure ebbing.
Pan shakes his head and growls. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m almost there.”
“She can’t save you, Pan.” The voice booms from the mist, rough and unexpected. Thick fog seeps into the room, accompanied by the tinkling sounds of cracking glass. Realityfractures as an altogether more powerful being wraps its presence around me.
Pan’s eyes flash. “Vesh, how the fuck are you even here? She’s mine!”
I freeze, still too filled with intense pleasure from Pan’s cock to be afraid, and the sensations blanketing my body are nothing short of electrifying.
An involuntary moan escapes me whensomethingtweaks my nipples. It isn’t Pan; his hands dropped to my thighs to grip hard, holding me in place, though he stopped fucking the second the voice came.
Pan drops his knees wide and yells, “Get out!”
Something solid sinks into the bed behind me, then a pair of lips brush my ear. “When you summon him, you summon me, Nemea. He is bound to me, as are all guardians of Tartarus. I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call sooner. But I’m here now, ready to take my share.”
I shudder all the way to my soul. Pan shakes his head. “Why do I have to shareeverythingwith you?”
A large hand presses against the center of my back. I bend over, looking into Pan’s agonized eyes.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I want you both.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he says.