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Tem understood their awe. It was an honor to be ridden by the queen-even more so to be ridden by a Hybreed. Tem had never experienced such a pull toward so many people at once before. Apollo and Caspen were just two men. Now there were eleven standing before her, rigid and willing and waiting. Who was she to deny them?
Tem wanted to fulfill her duty. But she also knew what people like Evangeline thought of her-that she hadn’t earned her position, that she should abdicate. It made her feel like she had as a child: Not good enough. Incapable. Worthless. But not anymore. Tem was good enough. She was capable. And she had always been worthy.
So she stepped forward.
The crowd began to hiss. Tem recognized the sound, knowing that it meant sex was imminent. She concentrated on the line of basilisks, letting her eyes travel over them one at a time, observing them as they observed her.
Adelaide’s voice moved to her mind: You will start with him
-she nodded at the end of the line, at the basilisk who had finished last in the second tier- and ride each of them in turn. Everything is up to you: the position, the pace, the duration.
The duration?
Yes. If at any point climax proves impossible, you should move on to the next contender.
That was news to Tem.
So I don’t have to finish with all of them?
That is correct. The third tier revolves completely around you, Temperance. The point is to find your true match. You should not linger for even a moment if a contender does not bring you pleasure.
Tem’s eyes slid to Rowe’s. She found it hard to believe he could possibly bring her pleasure, even for a moment. But she was comforted by the fact that their union would be as short as she decided it would be and used her newfound courage to speak a single command out loud. “Lie down.”
All the basilisks obeyed immediately.
She would take them like this: on their backs, one after the other. Tem had no interest in other positions, no need for variety. She only needed to be in control. It was her way of reclaiming the event, of putting them in the same position Bastian had been in during the ritual-on his back. Only now, she was the one who needed to come.
Tem was ready to begin.
The first basilisk had long hair and strong, muscled arms. Tem remembered him from the night before-how she’d kissed him after she’d chosen him. She lowered herself slowly, stopping just before his cock touched her center. Tem looked up at Caspen one last time. He was watching her from the stands, blood drying on his neck, his eyes completely black. Only once he nodded did Tem lower herself completely.
The hiss of the crowd became deafening. Tem closed her eyes, focusing on nothing but the way this cock felt inside her, moving her hips at a pace that was comfortable. She felt no pressure-no obligation. She did not moan unless she wanted to, did not perform her pleasure for anyone else’s benefit. The only thing she cared about was whether or not she could finish. The man’s body was warm beneath hers. Tem splayed her hands flat on his chest, holding him down, using him solely for her benefit. Her orgasm built slowly, but she had no desire to release it. Before she could talk herself out of it, Tem stood up.
The crowd screamed.
Some part of her felt badly for moving on. But her basilisk side did not care for the man’s feelings, did not feel like pandering to him when he had not satisfied her. If she was going to experience this fully, she needed to do it as a basilisk would: selfishly and with no regrets. She was already here. She might as well make something of it.
Tem rode cock after cock.
After a while, they blended together in an endless wave of penetration. None of the contenders kissed her on the mouth-that seemed to be off-limits, somehow. But occasionally they sat up, pressing their lips to her neck, her cheeks, her chest. They palmed her breasts, groaning as they did so. Tem let them do it. She was happy to give this to them-to give herself to them, just as they were giving themselves to her. It was an amicable exchange, and she gained something from each of them. It was an impossible task, and Tem was doing it. This was nothing compared to mounting Caspen’s father. She had enjoyed that, and she enjoyed this too.
Still, she didn’t come.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. Tem was filled with need-more than any cock could ever fill her. Yet somehow, the line of contenders was not enough. She was unsatisfied with what she had been presented with, even when she had been presented with so much. It was not enough to simply fuck someone-to jerk her hips on top of a breathing body. Tem required an emotional connection in order to climax. She required something real.
It wasn’t until Tem reached the blond basilisk that she finally felt it.
He received her willingly, his long fingers grasping her hips, pulling her onto his cock with sharp authority. Tem gasped as his thumb found her clitoris. Now this was more like it. She pulled his face up to hers, kissing him straight on the lips. Tem thought about the ouroboros, how Caspen had pleasured this very basilisk, how her husband had this same cock down his throat. The same cock she now rode.
Tem thought of other things. Of Leo and what he would think if he were one of the contenders. She imagined it was his hands on her instead, rubbing her clitoris, twisting in her hair. He would’ve said fuck at least three times already by now. He would have told her she was glorious-that he had to have her. She would have told him the same.
But Tem could not have Leo. She could only have this.
Her hips moved quicker now. Tem threaded her fingers through the basilisk’s blond hair, twisting her fists into the icy strands. She chased her climax-as quickly as she could-desperate to feel relief. The basilisk helped get her there, tilting his hips to meet hers, smothering her mouth with his. Tem was almost there. She was almost-
Sweet, gorgeous release.
Her head fell back as a cry escaped her lips. All around her, the arena buzzed with noise. Tem saw the frenzy that was building; all throughout the stands, basilisks had begun having sex. They fucked on the benches, in the aisles, anywhere and everywhere they pleased.
Tem looked the blond basilisk in the eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.
In reply, he kissed her. Tem held her lips against his, as if by kissing him she could kiss Leo. Then she stood.
She had reached the final three contenders-only Eros, Rowe, and Apollo were left. The test was almost over. She had thought that, by now, it would have taken a toll on her. Instead the opposite was true. Tem felt energized by the proceedings, as if with each passing contender, she gained power. By the time she stood over Eros, she was insatiable.
He looked just like his brother-the same proud chin, the same disdainful sneer. Tem had no interest in giving Eros more than a second of her time. So that was exactly what she did. Without hesitation, she sat on his cock, gave him two condescending thrusts, then stood again. Jeers and laughter emanated from the crowd. Eros’s face darkened. She knew she had insulted him and she did not care. She turned to Rowe, prepared to do the same to him.
But something gave her pause.
His golden cock was erect, just as the other cocks had been. But his was no ordinary cock. Tem sensed the power in it-a force that matched the force in her. It drew her in, luring her like a siren lured a sailor to sea. It was hardly the first cock she’d ridden, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But it would be the only metal one-the only one not made of flesh and blood. Her basilisk side could not resist its draw. Rowe was on his back, his eyes locked on hers, daring her to mount him. Whether out of morbid curiosity or actual desire, Tem did so slowly.
She remembered the first time she’d touched Caspen’s cock-how warm and hard and strong it had felt. Rowe’s cock was nothing like that. His was unnaturally stiff and impossibly smooth, as if she were lowering herself onto a metal pole. Tem strained to take it. It wasn’t lost on her that Rowe had made it larger than his original cock had been.
Pitiful.
Tem couldn’t imagine crafting herself a new cunt. Would she make hers differently? If it were up to Caspen, she knew he wouldn’t want her to change a thing. Her pussy was perfect; he’d told her that a hundred times. Leo had said the same. Their words had healed the part of her that felt insufficient-the girl who was afraid she’d never be kissed. That girl was nowhere to be found now.
Now she was a woman, and she was fucking eleven men in a row. Now she allowed herself to sink onto Rowe’s golden cock with a languid sigh, taking every inch of the metal as if it were the real thing. The moment she was seated, Rowe entered her mind. It wasn’t forceful; Tem let him in. She wanted to hear what he had to say.
Do you like my cock, Temperance?
It’s not a cock.
Then what is it?
It’s a plaything. A toy.
And yet you ride it as if it were the real thing.
I’m required to ride it.
Not for this long.
It was true; she’d already been on him for longer than she’d ridden his stupid brother. It will never compare to the real thing.
Rowe’s hands were on her hips, gripping her skin, keeping her tight against his body.
It is as real as anyone else’s. I draw from it the same way you draw from yourself.
What do you mean, you draw from it?
By crafting it from my own blood, I created something infinite. Something limitless.
What’s that supposed to mean?
It means I am your equal, Temperance.
You. Fucking. Wish. Tem accentuated each of her words with a thrust of her hips. Rowe was not her equal. He never would be.
You are nothing like me. You’re pathetic.