It shouldn’t make sense. In some rational corner of my mind, I grasp the insanity of it. But every other molecule of my being is certain this is right.
The newcomer rips the remains of my panties off, and when a blunt cockhead nudges against me from behind, I spread my legs wider. I’m already stuffed full of Pan’s cock, but I want more. I want them both no matter what it takes, no matter how much it might hurt.
“Will you share?” Vesh asks, teasing fingertips around my packed opening.
I crane my head, possessed by the need to see him, though my mind’s eye already swims with his monstrous, handsome face. But he’s more than in my head, a tangled halo of light-sucking blackness around his stark, sculpted beauty. Glowing purple veins web his muscular torso, and his eyes spark with violet lightning.
I nod and bend over again. I press a kiss to Pan’s lips and surrender, sending him a mental plea to surrender with me.
“He’ll ruin us both if you let him. This can’t end well,”Pan sends back.
“I don’t want it to end.”
Pan groans and slides his hands up my back, grabbing my hair as he deepens our kiss. He tilts his hips down, his cock nearly sliding free, and on the next stroke up, the fullness doubles.
“That’s perfect,” Vesh says, gripping my hips. His hands are so large he can spread my ass wide with his thumbs, both digits holding me open for him to push his cock in alongside Pan’s.
My brain disconnects from reality, pleasure doubling with the stretch of two enormous cocks. But Vesh isn’t just two hands and a hard shaft penetrating me. He bends over my back as he matches Pan’s rhythm, and everywhere our skin touches, I come alive.
With my first orgasmic cry, the window beside the bed shatters. More windows nearby explode, and the high-pitched crash of broken glass hitting the floor fills the air from the other room. The dissonant sounds are music to my ears. When Vesh yells in unison with my next cry, the sturdy beams holding the roof above us twist and groan, then pine needle covered shingles shake free, falling all around the bed in a raucous clatter.
“Here it comes,” Pan says. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Resignation bleeds through his abandon, and he stops fucking.
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Not even the destroyed building could deter me from reaching a second climax, thanks to my new lover’s touch that feels like being embraced by a turbulent riot of a million sensations.
Pan’s eyebrows draw together and he seizes my head in both hands, pulling me into a savage kiss. He leaves me breathless and presses his forehead to mine.
“I’m sorry I have to leave you this way. He won’t let me stay.”
He releases me and shoves deep once more, desperation flashing in his eyes, then only surrender. Vesh’s deep roar converges with my cry and the world tilts. Pan’s face contorts as a dark, shimmering cloud wraps around us. More of the structure gives way, the bed dropping suddenly, but I can’t see anything beyond Vesh’s power. He seems to slide over and around me like a blanket, the cloud enveloping Pan completely.
Then the world tilts and I’m on my back. Pan is gone, replaced by Vesh, who hovers above me. He’s breathtaking in dark, angular beauty. His cock is still inside me, pulsing. Shimmering purple mist flows from where we’re joined.
“What did you do with him?”
“I sent him back where he belongs before he could finish mating you. He has to answer for what he’s done. His error could destroy the world and I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces. I’m sorry we can’t stay.”
He withdraws and steps off the bed where his feet crunch into rubble. The dark cloud sucks back into him and he looks mostly human, except for his ultraviolet eyes.
I shake my head. It isn’t enough. “I need answers! He said I had chaos in my veins. What does that even mean?”
He gives a sad smile. “To me, it means you’re perfect. But it’s better if you forget. You’ll be safe here, inside the barrier of Fate magic. The rest of the world won’t be so lucky if I can’t fix Pan’s fuck-up.”
He rounds the distorted mattress and bends over, pulling my chin gently with one finger to tilt my head back, then pressing a slow kiss to my mouth.
“Forget us, Nemea. We are nothing but a fever dream that your awakening power summoned. Learn to harness the chaos inside and you’ll be more powerful than you can imagine.”
Chapter 7
Vesh
Nemea’s eyelids flutter closed mid-protest, and she slumps back against the pillows. It pains me to leave her, naked and beautiful, my seed spilling from between her thighs to soak the bed beneath her. If I had time, I’d stay to acquaint myself properly with every inch of her, but I’ll have to subsist on Pan’s memories.
I pick up the void glass dildo and wrap her fingers around it, resting it on her sternum.
She won’t remember. When she wakes, she’ll think she fucked herself into a stupor with a magical toy that gave her revelatory dreams. Dreams that awakened a power strong enough to destroy the cabin I found them in, but a power equally capable of creation if she learns to use it.
Before I go, I spend one last moment taking her in, committing the sight of her to memory. I can’t linger on this island. The guardians who patrol won’t be thrilled to find me, and they’ve violently ejected me once before. The goddess who protects this place is one I know better than to tangle with a second time. I wish I could return, but knowing what horrors have escaped the prison I am the only lock to, I know it might never happen.