Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
With each dip of her head, Caspen’s groans grew more desperate. Eventually, his body began to move beneath hers. Tem breathed through her nose as he took control, thrusting into her mouth with sudden urgency, tilting his hips up so that his cock slid smoothly in her throat.
Then out.
Then in again.
Tem closed her eyes, surrendering to him completely. She realized he was sending her pulses-taking care of her while she took care of him, ensuring she felt just as much pleasure as he did. She could barely stand the heat between her legs. Her wetness was dripping down her thighs, and if the task at hand didn’t require so much focus, she would have tried to touch herself at the same time.
At some point during the experience, Caspen’s presence entered her mind.
His consciousness curled around hers like a vise, gripping her at the base of her skull. The edges of her vision blurred, and she was suddenly lightheaded. A moment later, strength entered her, and she realized it came from Caspen. She felt his energy join with hers, her mind clearing immediately as he fortified their connection. Tem found she could go on, quicker than before, and she sensed Caspen’s approval, feeling it in the back of her brain as if he were nodding inside her mind. It was an overwhelming sensation being intertwined with him like this. Tem knew she could do nothing but give in-there was no fighting his presence, and she didn’t want to anyway. She only wanted to please him, and it was clear she was doing exactly that.
Caspen’s breathing was ragged and strained; his thighs were slick with sweat. Tem knew from the way his moans had progressed that he was completely at her mercy. She was his weakness-the one thing he would never be able to fully resist. He needed what she was giving him.
His cock felt unbearably rigid; it was becoming impossible to take him all the way down her throat. He seemed different than earlier-harder somehow, as if there were metal beneath his skin rather than muscle. Tem remembered that he had told her to use her hand if she needed to rest. So she pulled away, releasing him from her mouth and grasping him with her hand instead. The moment she raised her head, Caspen’s lips crashed down onto hers.
The kiss had none of the controlled grace she had become accustomed to.
Instead, it felt as if Caspen were trying to extract her soul from her body as he tore her dress off and yanked her forward, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him while she stroked him. He sent pulse after pulse-some of them so intense they bordered on pain. Every time Tem tried to catch her breath, he sent another, each one piercing her deeper than the last. It was overwhelming in the extreme. Just when she thought she couldn’t go on, Caspen’s hand joined hers, his long fingers tightening her grip around his cock, quickening her strokes to a lightning pace. They were moving in tandem now, kissing with feverish intensity, every inch of her body touching every inch of his. Tem was quite sure if he sent one more pulse, she would explode.
A split second later, her hand felt as if it were on fire.
The air tasted suddenly sharp, like metal. When Tem looked down, there was a dark red streak on Caspen’s cock. At first, she didn’t understand what she was seeing. It wasn’t until she lifted her hand that she realized her palm was bleeding. Tem couldn’t comprehend the sight. She looked questioningly up at Caspen, and her shock only increased. His eyes were shut, his jaw clenched tightly. There was smoke rising from his skin.
But it wasn’t skin at all-it was scales, and they were interlocking and spreading across his chest at an alarmingly fast rate. The same scales were on his cock; they had rubbed her hand raw. Tem watched in horror as his body began to change before her eyes-his torso elongating, his shoulders expanding. Too late, Tem understood what was happening.
Caspen was transitioning into his true form.
A deafening hiss filled the cave as Caspen lurched backward, pushing Tem away.
“You need to leave,” he growled. She barely understood the words-two razor-sharp fangs were warping his mouth. His tongue was splitting in two.
“No,” she said.
Caspen’s hands were fisted into the mat, his back arched at an unnatural angle. “I am not asking.”
Before Tem had a chance to respond, his body jerked violently. It was as if someone had pulled him up by invisible strings before suddenly letting him drop. He fell back to the mat with an anguished roar, a sound so tortured that Tem wanted to cry.
He’s fighting it, she realized with sudden clarity.
But even Caspen could not resist the will of nature. Smoke filled the cave as his body thrashed with otherworldly strength. Somewhere in the fog of her shock, Tem remembered that if he looked her in the eye while wearing his true form, she would die. His next command clapped like thunder in her mind.
LEAVE ME, TEM.
But she couldn’t leave Caspen. It was the last thing she would ever do.
Despite every one of her instincts screaming otherwise, Tem moved closer. He was barely a man anymore. His once-smooth skin was now a shiny expanse of black scales. Sharp, ridged horns were puncturing his back, growing straight out of his spine. His angular head was pointed at the ground, and she knew it was his attempt to protect her. She pressed the palms of her hands to what remained of his shoulders. He was blazing hot-it took everything she had to keep touching him-but the second she made contact, he stilled.
“Caspen,” she whispered. “Stay with me.”
A great shudder passed through him. Tem felt his scales ripple beneath her fingers, and despite their searing heat, she didn’t relinquish her grip.
I cannot.
“Yes,” she insisted. “You can.”
His consciousness was still joined with hers. She focused on their connection-tugging on the dark strands of his mind, pulling him even closer. He groaned, and another shudder tore through him.
Tem. You must go.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
It is not safe. I will hurt you.
“You won’t. I know you won’t.”
The hiss surrounding them grew louder. His body was still changing, his head slowly rising toward hers.
I cannot control it, Tem.
“You have to try.”
I AM TRYING.
His rage was palpable. Tem was dripping with sweat; she couldn’t hold on much longer. Smoke seeped from between his scales, stinging her eyes.
“Focus on something else,” she begged. “Focus on me.”
Caspen didn’t reply. Perhaps he was beyond response. But Tem would not be dissuaded.
“Focus on me, Caspen.”
She said it firmly, like an order.
Close your eyes, he ordered back.
“No. Stay with me.”
Something was dripping onto the mat. Tem looked down to see blood seeping from Caspen’s mouth. He was biting his own tongue.
“Caspen, please,” she whispered.
The energy in the room shifted suddenly, as if a strong wind had blown through the smoke.
For the love of Kora, close your eyes.
“Caspen,” she whispered again. “Please.”
CLOSE YOUR FUCKING EYES, TEM.
Tem closed her eyes.
The moment she did so, Caspen wrenched himself away from her. He was retreating into his body, tearing himself apart just to keep himself together. Tem didn’t need to see him to know what was happening. She could do nothing to help him. She could do nothing but pray. But even her prayers weren’t enough.
She heard the ferocious growl that reverberated around the cave; she felt his mind violently extract itself from hers. The very air around her felt as if it had been set on fire. Tem knew, on an instinctual level, that he had transitioned-that she was now in the presence of a predator.
For some inexplicable reason, she was not afraid.
Instead, she felt the same peace she had felt the night before she came to the caves for the first time. She felt the same breath on her cheek-just one single breath, softer than a feather against her skin. She knew now what she had suspected then: it was Caspen in the dream-he had drawn her to him like a moth to a flame.
Her eyes were still closed. But she longed to open them-needed to open them. She wanted to see Caspen in his true form. She wanted to understand this final, most fundamental part of him. It didn’t matter that it would surely kill her. Tem had never been afraid of dying anyway.
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