Page 37 of The Brothers Bane

“Nemea, if you can hear me, get ready, because the second I come through that door, I’m fucking you blind.”

The air leaves my lungs, and I’m only half-aware of the others moving close. Wetness slips down my thighs as a pair of lips press to my shoulder. Pan is at my side, silently caressing, then dips his head to one breast to flick his tongue teasingly over my nipple.

Chrysaor moves to my other side and traces fingers down my spine before dropping his head to my other breast. He grips my ass cheek, teasing his fingers between, then down deeper from behind until I feel him probing at my opening. But he doesn’t linger there; he merely gathers wetness and moves back up my crease to tease slick fingertips around my rear hole.

“He’s going to fill you up everywhere. You need to be ready,” Chrysaor says in a low voice close to my ear.

I can only nod my understanding as I let out a soft moan and spread my legs wider, reaching out to either side to hold onto both men as they torment me with more teasing touches. Pan slides a large hand up my inner thigh, then parts my wet folds with his fingertips, squeezes my clit gently between, and then releases it to leave me throbbing.

When Chrysaor pushes a finger into my ass, I dig my nails into his shoulder and drop my head. But I can’t look away from the image on the other side of the door. Erebus bobs on Cerberus’ cocks like a machine. Sweat beads across Cerberus’ chest and forehead, making him look gilded. Even his black curls are shot through with strands of gold.

I can’t see any of what Campe seemed to find distasteful about him. If I could open my mouth that wide, I’d want to devour him too. In fact, my mouth waters at the thought of the gift Erebus is about to give me.

I’m already on fire when I see Cerberus start to lose it. He throws his head back again, panting and gnashing his teeth.

Erebus grabs both of his hips and practically swallows him whole, holding all three cocks deep, then slowly pulling back before sucking them deep once again. His cheeks hollow out, and Cerberus lets out a piercing howl that reverberates all the way to my clit at a frequency that nearly makes me come.

He grabs hold of Erebus’ head then and holds him tight while his body spasms with release. Then Erebus is up, and swift as the shadow he is, he’s facing me again, terrifyingly beautiful with his obsidian eyes and shining black skin, though his lips now glisten with a coating of creamy fluid. He grabs hold of my head with both taloned hands and presses his mouth to mine.

I open eagerly, but I’m not quite prepared for the flood of salty fluid that Erebus releases from his mouth into mine. Most of it makes it into my mouth and I gulp it down, but some trickles down at the corners of my lips. Erebus slides his tongue into my mouth, teasing gently before retreating.

“Swallow everything,”he says, looking deep into my eyes. I obey, and then he nods and discorporates into a cloud, revealing a very ready Cerberus already inches away on this side of the door.

“Hold her for me, brothers. I need a taste of this sweet cunt before I lose my fucking mind.”

17

Cerberus

Being 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.”

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