Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
Be still.
Tem froze, her hand halfway down her body.
Watch.
Tem sat up curiously, staring between her legs. At first, nothing happened. She only felt a gentle vibration, which made her ache even more.
Then the claw began to move.
It slid in and out of her slowly, moving entirely on its own accord. Tem watched in mesmerized awe, transfixed by its steady momentum. She could not look away; it was a marvel to behold such magic and more amazing still to feel it. The claw seemed to glow as it penetrated her, never going all the way inside her-always stopping itself with the tapered end, which acted as a fingertip would, applying pressure against her clitoris with each penetration.
Kneel.
Tem did so, the curve of her ass resting on her heels, her thighs forming an open angle on the bed. She gripped the blankets tightly, focusing on her breathing as the claw went deeper, prompting her to move her hips in order to rub herself against the mattress. The combination of sensations felt so good she arched her back as a moan escaped her throat.
She was wet now, and it was soaking into her sheets. But Tem didn’t care; she couldn’t stop rubbing herself, and she knew Caspen wouldn’t want her to anyway. She slid her hips back and forth, concentrating on the point of the claw, which was hard between her legs. If only Caspen were here. If only she could ride him the way she was riding her sheets. If only he could feel just how much she wanted to give herself to him. Tem needed him to know how turned on she was, how utterly obedient and pliable her body had become.
She pictured it with all her strength: her on top, him underneath, her palms splayed flat on his chest, his hands gripping her ass. She imagined how he would pull her against him with sharp thrusts, again and again, until they finished in unison.
As she pictured them together, she felt Caspen’s hunger grow.
He sent her a vision back-the mirror of her own, but this time from his perspective. He was looking up at her as she rode him, her face flushed with heat, her breasts pushed together.
Was that what she looked like to him? Surely, he was embellishing the vision. Tem had never seen herself like that: beautiful, fierce, a sexual being-a woman. It was incredible to see what he saw, to view herself through the lens of his desire.
The claw moved in tandem with her, sliding in and out so she could pleasure herself on top of it. Caspen’s presence in her mind only grew-she could feel him there as clearly as she felt herself.
Get on all fours.
The order was a growl. Tem obeyed immediately, feeling a rush of cold as the air met her wetness. But it lasted only a moment before the claw burned hotly and she cried out, twisting her fists into the sheets. She tried to remain still as Caspen sent it deeper and deeper inside her, but it was impossible not to react. The tip remained pressed against her clitoris, and the deeper he sent it, the more the pressure increased.
Beautiful.
The claw went deeper.
Perfect.
Even deeper.
Angel…fucking angel.
She could barely take another second.
Beautiful, perfect Tem. Fucking perfection.
It went on. Caspen whispered word after sweet word, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. When she was just moments from finishing, the pressure suddenly disappeared.
Tem gasped in surprise, realizing he was teasing her, bringing her to the edge and then denying her a climax. Tem wanted to protest, but before she could, he sent the claw in again, his presence so strong she could have sworn he was behind her. For the second time in a row, he brought her to the brink but wouldn’t let her finish. Instead, he said:
Take it out.
Tem could barely comply-it went against everything she wanted and needed. But she did so anyway, the smooth hardness slippery in her hands.
Lie on your back.
Tem did so.
Place it on your throat.
Tem set the curve of the claw so it encircled the front of her neck. It was so heavy she felt pressure on her airway. Caspen’s growl of pleasure deepened.
Now finish.
It was the easiest thing in the world to slip her fingers between her legs, rub them against her clitoris, and finish. When she came, she could have sworn the claw tightened around her neck, and Tem thought she might choke. Before she could panic, the claw loosened, and a wave of euphoria swept through her. Tem’s joy was nothing compared to his.
She felt Caspen’s climax in conjunction with her own, his pleasure rushing in a relentless wave so unfathomably deep that she feared she might slip beneath it and never come up again. Tem had no idea this was what it felt like for him when he came. It was so much stronger than anything she had ever known-she couldn’t believe he could survive such pleasure. It was impossible to tell where her climax ended and Caspen’s began; perhaps they were one and the same. His pleasure was hers and vice versa. There was no end to their connection, no limits to what they could achieve together.
Tem lay there, naked, the claw still clamped around her neck. The afterglow of their orgasms was so strong, she barely heard Caspen when he asked: Did you like that?
His voice was a purr.
Yes. Did you?
When his answer took a moment to come, Tem panicked. When it finally did, he said, Of course I did.
Pride rushed through her. He was pleased. He approved.
What did you like the most?
Tem genuinely wanted to know the answer. Caspen was so mysterious; it seemed like she was always the vulnerable one. She wanted to know more about him, to learn how to please him and for him to trust her to do so.
I liked the way you did what you were told.
It was not the answer she wished for. Tem wanted him to like something about her-something that she specifically had provided.
He must have sensed her disappointment, because his presence coiled in her mind, settling at the base of her skull.
It is not my approval you should seek. You must save your heart for the prince. You know this, Tem.
Tem did know it. But that didn’t make her seek his approval any less. Caspen himself had told her she was not meant to be tamed. Why should she tame her heart?
I just want to know what you like about me.
She could feel his amusement, and she didn’t like it.
She hardened her tone, snapping, Are you laughing at me?
His amusement only increased. Certainly not. I am merely wondering what made you this way.
She frowned. Made me what way?
His answer was a single word: Persistent.
Tem was surprised. No one had ever called her persistent before. She supposed it was true; she was not one to give up. Even as a child, she’d learned that if she wanted something to happen for herself, it was up to her to achieve it.
I was just born like that, I suppose.
He laughed, and it sounded like church bells ringing. Then if you must know, that is what I like about you.
Tem couldn’t help but smile. She lay there for a while longer until she became cold. She sat up slowly, and when Caspen didn’t protest, she crawled up to the head of her bed. When Tem went to place the claw in her bedside drawer, she heard:
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