Filed to story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
The words were bizarre. Tem couldn’t fathom calling it any of them. “What do you like to call it?”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Pussy,” he said simply.
Tem wondered what the prince liked to call it.
“Do you like that?” Caspen murmured, cutting off her thoughts.
“Yes,” Tem said.
“Good.” His fingers went deeper. “It is only the beginning of what you will experience.”
Tem couldn’t imagine anything more than this.
“It is my job to teach you what to expect,” he continued.
She nodded, although she wasn’t listening. What he was doing felt so good, she couldn’t think straight; it was as if someone had poured honey into her brain, and all she could taste was sweetness. It felt as if every molecule in her body was on fire, like he was stirring the edges of her into a singular perfect shape. It was different from the pulses, which were cerebral-reverberating and lingering in her body like electrical surges. His fingers, on the other hand, were undeniably physical, forcing her to stay in the present and experience exactly what was happening.
Now that Caspen was touching her, Tem felt suddenly jealous that anyone else had shared this experience with him. She wanted to ground him in this moment-to remind him that it was her that he was touching, and nobody else.
“You’re so…” Tem could barely get the words out. “…good at this.”
Caspen let out a small laugh. “As I should be.”
“Will it feel like this with the prince?”
Maybe she was imagining it, but she swore Caspen frowned. His words were clipped as he answered, “He has had anyone he wanted his entire life. So he is familiar with a woman’s body.”
Tem felt her stomach flip. Even though Caspen was teaching her-and touching her-she still felt like she would be clueless when she finally faced the prince. How could she possibly compete with girls like Vera, who had touched and been touched by men many times before? It was unfathomable. She couldn’t hope to compare.
As these thoughts were thundering through her head, Caspen drew away.
“Sit up,” he said.
Tem did so, her brown eyes on his golden ones. His skin was glowing in the firelight, as if the blaze originated from inside his body.
“Give me your hand,” Caspen said.
Tem held out her hand, and he took it in his. He touched the tips of her fingers against the end of his cock.
“Do you know what this part is called?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. He was so hard, she was having trouble concentrating.
“It is the head,” he said. “See how it curves?” He brushed her fingers over the tip. “It is sensitive to a man.”
Tem felt the smooth dome. It was shaped like a mushroom and just as soft. “Like a clitoris,” she said.
Instead of answering, his grasp on her fingers loosened, which Tem took as tacit permission to explore.
Slowly, she trailed her fingers down the shaft of his cock, feeling every vein that ran along his intimidating length. She brushed her fingertips all the way from the base to the head, then back down again. She touched even lower, cupping his balls in her hand, filling her palm with them and squeezing gently. Once again, she was struck by the inaccuracy of the statues at church. If that depiction of manhood was to be believed, balls were three-quarters of the package.
Caspen watched her as she touched him, completely unfazed. He didn’t seem to be in any sort of hurry, content to simply let her explore him at her own pace. She supposed that nothing surprised him at this point-he must’ve seen everything there was to see over the course of years of teaching.
Tem, on the other hand, was very fazed.
Caspen was the only man she had seen naked in person. And technically, he wasn’t even a man. Even so, she felt quite sure that other men couldn’t possibly be equipped the way Caspen was. She placed two fingers tentatively along his length. Two fingers were what she used to touch herself, and Caspen’s cock was far longer and thicker than that. She literally couldn’t imagine it inside her.
“It will fit,” Caspen said quietly. Her eyes flicked up to his. “If that is what you are worried about.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, that’s…good.”
He tilted his head. “You do not believe me.”
“No, I-” She pulled her hand away in embarrassment. “It’s just…”
Caspen leaned forward. “What is it, Tem?”
He was looking at her with genuine curiosity, which she found rather unnerving. It was overwhelming to have those intense golden eyes on her, and Tem felt her face flush under his gaze. “It seems like it’ll hurt.”
His expression softened. He leaned in even farther, and the temperature of the air rose between them. “I will make sure it does not. Your first time may be difficult, but you have nothing to fear.”
Tem bristled at his assumption that it would be her first time. Even if he was right. “I’m not scared,” she said sharply.
But she didn’t know if that was true. All she could think about was how Vera had been having sex for years. How was it that Tem was so far behind? She squared her shoulders.
“Teach me how to touch you.”
The words were not a question, and at them, Caspen’s expression shifted from something like mild curiosity to…pride. But that couldn’t be right. Before Tem had time to identify it properly, the basilisk took her hand in his, wrapping her fingers around his cock so they were holding it together. Then he guided her hand first up and then down, rubbing the shaft from base to tip just one single time, as if to show her how the motion would go. Then he squeezed their hands tighter and increased the pace, stroking in a steady, quick rhythm. Tem knew this was what Vera had done with Jonathan under the bridge and at church. But Tem couldn’t imagine that Jonathan’s cock looked anything like Caspen’s.
“Breathe, Tem,” Caspen said.
She hadn’t realized she wasn’t.
Tem had no idea how Caspen could concentrate enough to instruct her at a time like this, especially when he was the one being pleasured. Eventually, he removed his hand.
Tem didn’t stop-she did exactly what she had seen him do to himself, rubbing in long, even strokes, speeding up when she sensed he wanted her to. It seemed like such a simple thing, yet it had an extraordinary impact. Tem was amazed to see the effect on Caspen-to hear his breath quicken, to see a fine sheen of sweat bead up over his chest. In every way possible, she was affecting him, and she loved every moment of it. She had never been able to do anything like this to a man before and, up until last week, had only imagined she ever would.
It was intoxicating to be this close to him-so close she could smell the smoke on his skin. But it wasn’t like the smoke that curled from the pipes dangling from the mouths of drunk patrons at the Horseman. It smelled like the wildfires that sometimes burned the forest during summer-like the smoke that lingered on clothing after spending time around a campfire. It was deep and rich and layered, and Tem felt as if she were drowning in the smell.
Somewhere along the way, Caspen’s hands found her hips, pulling her even closer. Their faces were an inch apart; Tem could see the soft curve of his lips. With a jolt, she realized they still hadn’t kissed. The same hiss she had heard during her first night in the cave returned now. It filled the stone room, echoing around them in an endless loop, growing louder with every stroke.
“Faster, Tem.”
Maybe Tem was imagining it, but it didn’t sound like an instruction to her. It sounded like a plea, like he was begging her instead of telling her.
Tem went faster.
Caspen’s jaw was clenched, his fingers digging deep into her skin. His breath hitched with each stroke, and she knew he was close to finishing. But how to get him there?
She remembered the church-the way Vera had dipped into Jonathan’s lap. She remembered what Caspen had said about how the head was sensitive to a man.
So Tem leaned down.
Immediately, Caspen grabbed her by the chin, pulling her face up to his. His pupils were so wide, they eclipsed his irises, reducing them to thin rings of gold. The effect was mesmerizing; Tem couldn’t have looked away even if she’d tried. It was as if his eyes had opened up a portal between them-as if they were pulling her in with a magnetic force she didn’t have the power to resist. She withdrew her hand, suddenly terrified.
“Was that wrong?” she whispered.
“No,” he said. “But you will learn one step at a time. Master this first.”
She nodded, half expecting him to reprimand her. When he didn’t, she wrapped her fingers tentatively around his cock again. His nostrils flared as she did it.