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Deeper, Tem.
She took him deeper.
So good for us.
Thrust after thrust. Never ending.
Caspen presided over it all. It was his authority that spurred them on, his presence that motivated Tem to perform. She wanted to be so good for him. For them. She wanted to show them that she was capable, that she belonged here just as they did.
The claw was pulsing; it wouldn’t stop. Tem’s hands went between her legs, pressing the smooth tip against her clitoris, accentuating what Caspen was already giving her. Something was building deep in her center: something real.
Look at her.
She knew they were both watching her-seeing her take Apollo’s cock, seeing her touch herself. Tem was the star of the show, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She wanted to be the only one they watched, the only one they craved. If they were going to be obsessed with anyone, she needed it to be her.
Apollo was thrusting quicker now. He was losing control.
His hand gripped her hair as he leaned forward, tilting her head back even farther. Another pulse came, and Tem moaned around his cock. The sound of his tight, frantic breathing was sending her over the edge. Tem raised her hand, cupping his balls and giving them a firm, dominating squeeze. She barely heard his labored gasp, “Wait-“
But he was already coming. Tem closed her eyes as Apollo’s cum filled her throat, poured from his cock in a luscious wave-warm and thick just like Caspen’s. Tem swallowed it all without hesitation, and the moment she did so, Apollo’s head arched back in relief. She stared up at his exposed throat, chiseled like stone. He was built like a statue, the same way Caspen was-the same way their father was. Tem felt, as she had before, that she was in the presence of a god.
Apollo looked down at her. If I am a god, you are a goddess.
His cock was still in her mouth, as strong and commanding as he was.
Tem felt a sudden absence and realized it was Caspen. He was retreating from her mind, relinquishing his grip. He was leaving the grotto as discreetly as he’d arrived, imparting just one final order in her mind before he disappeared entirely:
Do not leave until you are done.
Then Caspen was gone.
Was he telling Tem to fuck Apollo? Or did he mean “done” in another way-that she shouldn’t leave until she was done with him
-until her infatuation with Apollo was over? Tem cursed basilisks and their infernal vagueness. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened. At no point had Caspen come any closer to them-at no point had he intervened. But his involvement was inarguable. Tem may have made Apollo come, but Caspen had directed it. And she had liked it.
The next command came from Apollo:
Stay where you are.
Tem stayed perfectly still, looking up at him. His mind was still joined with hers; they were physically and mentally connected. She was struck by the intimacy of the moment. Caspen’s presence had been significant, and now that he was gone, it was only Apollo and she together, alone with what they had just shared. They stayed motionless for just one moment longer. Then Apollo pulled his cock slowly out of her mouth, leaving Tem breathless.
She expected him to leave, just as his brother had. Instead he lowered himself to her level, kneeling so his face was just inches from hers, his cock hard between her legs. He pulled her closer. A single finger touched the bottom of her chin, tilting it up. His thumb brushed over her lips as he said,
May I?
Two words. Asking permission.
Tem would never understand the basilisks-never comprehend how having Apollo’s cock in her mouth was less of an event than kissing him. But perhaps in a way it was. A kiss was intimate; it meant tasting someone’s tongue-touching your lips to theirs. To kiss would mean allowing themselves to be soft with one another, to be vulnerable. It was the antithesis of their relationship up until that point, and it felt significant that he had asked. For all their banter, she and Apollo hadn’t come close to kissing. Even when Caspen himself had ordered them to-even when Apollo had taught her how to petrify-he’d waited. Here he was, finally. Begging her. Tem found that she enjoyed it, found that it felt right to have him beg her on his knees. If Caspen had taught her anything, it was that her body was worth begging for.
But was it worth it to take this step with him? Tem’s heart belonged to Caspen. That was nonnegotiable. But Apollo wasn’t asking for her heart. He was only asking to kiss her. If permission was what he sought, Tem was ready to grant it. So for the second time that evening she said,
Yes.
Apollo leaned in.
His lips brushed hers softly, his tongue dipping into her mouth only after her tongue dipped into his. He tasted like peaches. Perhaps he’d eaten some earlier. Perhaps it was naturally so. Regardless, it was beautiful, and Tem drank it in willingly. Apollo drank her in too, tilting his head to accommodate their height difference, angling his mouth so he had easier access to hers. They fit together perfectly-better than she could have ever imagined. Something in Apollo cradled her- held her
-in a way Tem deeply needed to be held.
Apollo was good at kissing. He was good at everything. Tem couldn’t even let herself think about what it would be like to actually have sex with him. The feeling of his lips on hers was already enough to get her halfway to an orgasm. Her thoughts must have been loud again, because Apollo said,
You flatter me.
You’re a good kisser. It’s nothing to get a big ego about.
Would you say I have a big ego?
Apollo had her straddling his cock. There was no bigger ego around. Before she could answer, he kissed her even deeper.
It was different than kissing his brother. A little more reckless, a little less careful. The recklessness in him called to the recklessness in her. Caspen was a gateway drug to Apollo-the key that unlocked a passageway to sin.
And yet, the brothers were not so different. Both wanted her for themselves. Perhaps Apollo didn’t want her, exactly-he wanted to take her from Caspen. There was a difference, and Tem would be a fool to ignore it. But that didn’t mean he didn’t care for her in his own way.
They kissed slowly, taking their time, their bodies coming together as Apollo’s hands slid down her waist to cup her ass, pulling her against him. His cock was between her legs, but neither of them initiated sex. Instead, Tem enjoyed the way it pressed against the claw, stimulating her beyond what she could do for herself. It felt gorgeous. She moved her hips, rubbing herself gently along the length of his shaft, chasing that feeling. Their heights accommodated this perfectly; Tem could straddle his cock without inserting it, coating it with her wetness.
I know you want to come, Temperance.
She did want that. She wanted it so badly. And she wanted him to see it.
Apollo’s fingers pressed the tip of the claw tightly against her clitoris. Tem gasped.
Apollo pulled away, smiling. Do you like that?
Tem didn’t answer. He knew she did. Can you all make them? The…claws?
He raised an eyebrow.
Claws?
I don’t know what else to call them.
Apollo seemed amused by that.
Why do you ask?
I’m just curious.
I see. Yes, all basilisks can make them.
Even the women?
Yes.
Could I?
If you wished.
Tem couldn’t imagine making one. At her silence, Apollo asked:
Caspenon never taught you?