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Adelaide held her gaze steadily, and Tem remembered why she’d chosen her for this in the first place: she trusted her. And that meant she could be vulnerable.
She tried to put it into words: “I…only want to be with you and Caspen.” Tem didn’t dare say any more.
What she really wanted was a favor and a big one. She needed Adelaide to make sure that Tem climaxed at the right time. If she was going to join the ouroboros-but only be with Adelaide and Caspen-it was imperative that she finish before Adelaide did.
“I can bring you there first, Temperance.”
Tem was beginning to wonder whether this whole thing was a terrible idea. The possible ramifications of the ouroboros were very, very real. She had zero desire to see Adelaide’s mouth around Caspen’s cock. But Tem would rather her than one of the king chasers. At least she knew Adelaide wouldn’t use this as an opportunity to take Caspen from her.
Put your mind at ease, Temperance. No one could take Caspenon from you, least of all me. You forget that I am pursuing a different Drakon sibling.
Tem smiled at that. She was still nervous. But she’d meant what she said: she trusted Adelaide.
The energy in the courtyard was rapidly changing, the chatter dying down around them as conversations devolved into moans. The ouroboros was forming; it was time to take part. Before Tem could wonder where to go, Adelaide took her hand in hers. They walked together toward Caspen, who was standing next to the blond basilisk. On either side of them, basilisks were lying down, arranging themselves into interlocking links. Tem marveled at the continuity. The ouroboros was alive-a living, breathing thing that swelled and rippled like water.
Are you ready Temperance?
Tem looked at Adelaide, who was looking calmly at her.
Yes.
Adelaide nodded before glancing at Caspen. His eyes were on Tem’s, and they were already turning black. The blond male basilisk stood regally by, waiting for them to begin, his arms relaxed at his sides. Without another word, Adelaide made the first move. She crossed to the nearest basilisk, who was lying on their back, an open end to the chain. Adelaide lowered herself over their face, her eyes rolling momentarily back in her head as the basilisk’s tongue made contact with her center. Tem became immediately flushed at the sight. When Adelaide opened her eyes, she beckoned to Tem, who couldn’t seem to move.
Tem, Caspen’s voice said quietly.
It is your turn.
His hand found her waist, giving her a gentle push. Tem moved forward in a trance, anticipation pricking every inch of her skin. She lowered herself to the ground in front of Adelaide, the stone hard beneath her back, sending a jolt down her spine. Slowly, as if not to scare her, Adelaide leaned forward, taking Tem’s thighs and spreading them open. The moment their skin touched, a wave of calm enveloped Tem, and she knew it was Adelaide’s doing. Behind Tem, the blond basilisk was getting in position. There was only Caspen left.
The Serpent King was the last to join the circle-the final link in the ouroboros. He approached Tem slowly, looking down at her with silent authority. Tem looked up at him, seeing him in all his glory, slowing her breathing as he lowered himself. Caspen slid his hand behind her head, lifting her face to the correct angle. Tem opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her his cock one inch at a time. As soon as she was full, Caspen leaned forward, and she knew he was about to take the blond basilisk in his mouth. The thought made her weak with arousal.
Just then, Adelaide’s voice whispered in her mind: Temperance, I am going to begin.
Tem couldn’t nod. Instead, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the ouroboros. A moment later, Adelaide’s tongue found her center. The moment it did, the circle was complete-Adelaide between her legs, Caspen in her mouth. Tem had never felt so connected, so whole. She was one with the basilisks; she was one with her people.
Adelaide’s touch was different from Caspen’s.
Very different.
Men were hard. Everything about them was aggressive and overbearing and sharp. Women, on the other hand, were soft. Adelaide’s tongue was tender and intuitive. She tasted Tem slowly, with utter care and devotion, understanding exactly where she needed stimulation the way only a woman could. Tem had thought that Caspen knew her body. But he knew only what he could see, what he could feel. Adelaide knew what she needed because Adelaide needed it too. Even when Caspen pleasured her, it somehow still felt like he was taking from her. Adelaide was only giving-only bestowing pleasure.
Such an experience wasn’t new to Tem-she had known the touch of a woman before, during the council meeting when all the members had kissed her. But this was nothing like that. Those kisses had been routine, almost clinical. This was almost unbearably intimate, as if Adelaide was giving her a deeply personal gift. Tem felt utterly safe in Adelaide’s care. When her mind caressed Tem’s, she accepted it willingly, letting her stroke her in more ways than one.
Time passed, or perhaps it didn’t. One by one, basilisks began to climax. One by one, they left the ouroboros. Tem felt each orgasm as if it were her own, losing herself in a state of communal pleasure. She slipped into complete peace, thinking only of Caspen and how hard his cock was in his mouth. He moved his hips steadily, thrusting into her, coordinating his movements with Adelaide’s. She thought of him with the blond basilisk and it only made her wetter.
Eventually, Tem was close. Adelaide had been coaxing her there for a while, bringing her right to the edge but not over it, exercising intuition in a way only she knew how. Caspen was close too; the more Tem moaned, the faster his thrusts became. But just before she could climax, another presence touched her mind.
Apollo.
He was moving along the ouroboros, bringing basilisk after basilisk to orgasm, getting closer and closer to Tem.
Temperance. Apollo is-
But Adelaide cut off, and Tem didn’t need the rest of her sentence anyway. She could feel Adelaide’s pleasure as Apollo’s head went between her legs. For a moment, they continued as they had been. Then Tem felt a sudden change in Adelaide’s mind. Where before she had been calmly resisting arousal, now she was completely-almost violently-turned on. Heat poured into their shared connection as Adelaide’s moaned against Tem’s center.
He is very good, Temperance. I am afraid that I-
Tem could barely hear her. Apollo was pushing Adelaide toward climax with brutal insistency, hardly giving her a chance to breathe. Adelaide’s motions were less controlled, more desperate. She was losing her rhythm completely, pulling Tem out of her trance.
Can’t you hold off? Tem cried.
Please?
I cannot resist forever. He is…the best at this.
To Tem’s horror, Apollo’s voice rang through their joined minds, his words directed at Adelaide:
You flatter me.
Adelaide ignored him, speaking only to Tem:
You are close. I can get you there.
But Tem was panicking now. If Adelaide came before Tem did, Apollo would be upon her. And what if Caspen left her alone with him? She would have to take the blond basilisk’s cock in her mouth while Apollo went between her legs. Neither were acceptable options. Before she could devolve into true terror, Caspen’s voice entered her mind: Tem. My love. Relax.
But Tem had never been much good at relaxing. She was always overthinking, always worrying. She was not good at being the one thing that would serve her right now: a basilisk. Tem felt Adelaide’s presence grow in her mind, joining with Caspen’s. They were both coaxing her there, helping Tem ascend in her moment of need. She gave herself over to it, letting her worries and her inhibitions go, letting herself simply feel. She felt Adelaide’s tongue on her clitoris and Caspen’s cock in her throat. She felt the hard stone on her back. She heard the moans of everyone else still left in the ouroboros-their desperate groans of pleasure joining hers.
At last, Tem came.
It was not graceful. It was not elegant. But it was a release nonetheless, and Tem knew not to fight it. She also knew that Caspen had mere moments to finish alongside her-he needed to climax now if they were to leave the circle at the same time. Tem sent him a wild vision, completely on a whim: Apollo between her legs, her fingers tangled in his hair.
Immediately, Caspen came.
Unimaginable relief swept through Tem as she felt his release join hers. Adelaide’s presence retreated from her mind, and Tem knew she was giving them privacy during their climax. Besides, Adelaide was having her own.
The moment Caspen’s cock left Tem’s mouth, she opened her eyes to see the view before her. Adelaide was propped up on her hands, her thighs clamped around Apollo’s face, sweat dripping down her body. Tem watched as Adelaide came, her eyes squeezing shut as she ground herself against Apollo’s mouth. The sight made Tem…jealous. Of Apollo or of Adelaide, she did not know. But for some reason, watching the two of them together made her want to rip them apart. Before Tem could unpack this, Caspen’s hands gripped her, helping her stand.
Adelaide stood too, her face flushed, her usually perfect hair mussed from where Tem had been holding it. Apollo grinned up at them both, his lips glistening with wetness. Without wasting a moment he leaned forward, yanked the blond basilisk toward him, and took his cock in his mouth. Another wave of jealousy slammed into Tem. What was wrong with her tonight? Was this a symptom of mating season? Perhaps her senses were just heightened, and she was disproportionately prone to possessive emotions right now. Either way, it was becoming unbearable. Without looking at Caspen or Adelaide, Tem walked to the edge of the courtyard, her hands behind her head. Caspen followed her.
“Tem.” His fingers brushed down her spine, and she shivered. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” she said automatically.
“Tem,” he said again, quietly this time. His lips brushed her ear. “It is over. You should be proud.”
Pride was the last thing Tem felt. She was tired and overwhelmed, and these infernal basilisks were turning out to be far more than she had bargained for. Tem looked up at Caspen, who was looking down at her.
“Come.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Let us watch the rest.”
He steered her back toward the center of the courtyard, where the ouroboros had shrunk significantly. Apollo was out now, as was the blond basilisk. They watched until finally it was down to just two basilisks. They formed a circle with their bodies-the woman on top, the man underneath-both bestowing pleasure equally. It was a position Tem had experienced many times with Caspen, and she found herself suddenly aroused by the arrangement.
Caspen’s voice came to her quietly:
We will do it later.
Tem couldn’t wait.
A crowd gathered around the couple, watching them as they tasted each other. Eventually, Caspen frowned.
Something is wrong. Neither of them are close.