Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
Tem watched him as he slept, realizing it was the first time she’d ever seen him do that. He breathed impossibly slowly. Tem tried to hold her breath in between each rise and fall of his shoulders but found she couldn’t make it a single time. There was something inherently peaceful about his expression-it was completely devoid of his usual intensity and seriousness. He looked younger, whatever that meant in the grand scheme of his long basilisk life. There was a tiny fleck of blood on his temple. No doubt from when he’d bit her lip.
Caspen’s cock was pressed against her thighs, already hard.
Does that thing ever take a day off? she wondered.
It does not.
Tem nearly jumped out of her skin as Caspen opened his eyes. “You could warn a girl before doing that,” she managed to say.
In reply, he kissed her.
“Caspen,” she murmured as he worked his way down her neck. “We can’t. I need to get home.”
He rubbed his entire palm between her legs. “Do you?”
“The farm-I-“
But it was useless. She was already wet, and she couldn’t pretend to give a shit about the chickens right now.
He slid the head of his cock inside her, then stopped, his eyes flicking to hers.
“Keep going,” Tem said preemptively. She was so sore, she had no idea whether she could even take him. But she wanted to, and that would have to be enough.
Caspen considered her, his head tilted to the side. Whatever inner dilemma he was experiencing was clearly weighing on him. But Tem knew if she waited him out, he would give in. After a moment of watching her, Caspen’s eyes flicked down her body. His pupils dilated. Then he rolled her so they were facing each other on the bed, her legs around his waist. His cock slid a little farther inside her before stopping.
Relax, Tem. Let me in.
But she couldn’t relax. Nothing about this was relaxing. Tem felt feral and agitated, like she needed to be fucked right now, as quickly as possible, before Caspen gave up on her. But one glance at him told her he wasn’t giving up anytime soon. He looked perfectly calm, his arms locked around her. He held her in place as he slid his cock in a half inch at a time. But even that was too much for Tem.
I can’t relax.
Yes, you can. Open yourself up for me.
I’m too sore. And you’re too big.
The issue is mental. You need to relax.
I can’t.
Tem. I am not going to force myself inside you. You need to let me in. Show me you can take me.
She groaned. His gaze was infuriatingly steady.
Your pussy is soaking wet, Tem. Let me feel how wet you are.
Can’t you just feel it from out there?
He pulled her closer. Another half inch went in. She squirmed, but his arms only tightened.
Take my cock, Tem. I know you can do it.
She liked it when he talked to her. It made her even wetter.
Say more things like that.
Caspen’s hand grabbed her throat, forcing her head up so she had to look him in the eyes.
I know you want my cock, Tem. You woke up wanting it, and you want it even more now. I know exactly how wet you are for me. Your pussy is mine. So give it to me.
She closed her eyes, but he didn’t stop talking.
Give me what is mine, Tem. I know you want to. I know you want my cock all the way inside you.
An inch went in.
Let me in so I can make you come. And as soon as you come, I will lick you clean, and then I will make you come again. Let me in, Tem.
Another inch.
Let.
Me.
In.
Her eyes flew open.
There you are.
They both moaned as the last few inches slid inside her, filling her completely. For a moment, neither of them moved, both of them drunk on the way the other felt. Then Caspen pulled all the way out and slammed back into her, rolling her onto her back at the same time so she was spread open beneath him. Tem yelped in equal parts pain and pleasure, her fingernails sinking into his shoulders as he thrust again and again, the steady smack smack smack of his cock syncing perfectly with her moans.
Her first orgasm came out of nowhere, rearing its head so suddenly that Tem gasped in surprise as much as pleasure. She arched her hips only to be met with the hard relentlessness of his cock. True to his word, the second she came, Caspen pulled out, dipping his mouth between her legs and licking her until he had swallowed every last drop of her wetness. Then he yanked her hips against his and slid once more inside her. She was becoming one with him, their bodies conforming to each other like waves against sand.
“More,” she begged.
Caspen drew away, and for a moment, she was afraid he was displeased.
Then his hands grabbed her, lifting her and turning her so she was on her knees facing the mattress. Tem cried out as his cock entered her again. Caspen groaned, and she knew he was beyond the point of stopping. He thrust harder and harder, his hips slapping against her ass so quickly she could barely stand it. But she didn’t dare ask him to go slow-she knew he couldn’t have if he tried. Just when she was about to finish, Caspen leaned down, grabbed the base of her neck, and yanked her upright so her back was pressed against his chest.
The sudden change in position left her breathless.
“Caspen,” she gasped. “I was close.”
“I know you were.” His grip moved to her throat, turning her head to his. He spread her legs with his knees, his other hand working her clitoris rhythmically between his fingers. “I want to see your face when you come.”
“You see my face every time.”
“And it is not enough.”
He was still thrusting into her-never giving her a break, never stopping. His fingers tightened around her neck. She could barely breathe.
Let go, Tem.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to his grip, allowing him to push her straight into oblivion. As the pendulum of her release began to swing, Caspen’s hiss filled his chambers. His thrusts only quickened as his climax joined hers, and Tem felt their combined wetness begin to drip down her thighs. They shattered together.
Eventually, his thrusts slowed, then stilled.
Caspen shifted his weight backward as he pulled out of her. His hand went between her legs, gathering their cum and holding it in his palm. Tem’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was doing. He placed his other palm over his hand, and just like last time, the fire dimmed completely before suddenly flaring back to life. Another claw was in his hand.
This time, it was made of two luminous substances instead of one.
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