Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
But I didn’t. I’m fine, Caspen.
He pressed a kiss to her temple before changing the subject. Are you ready for what comes next?
Tem knew what came next would not be easy for her. She thought of all the nights she’d spent with Caspen up until now-how he’d always accommodated her when she needed a break from having sex. He wouldn’t be able to do that this time. They were meant to have sex repeatedly, without stopping, until the ritual was complete. She didn’t know if her body would be able to withstand it.
I think so.
It was the best she could give him. His grip tightened on her waist.
I will keep you safe, Tem.
She knew he would try. But she also knew what she had just seen: Caspen was bound to his quiver-bound to his true form. He would not be able to suppress his instincts forever.
Tem wanted to ask Caspen about the moment between him and his father-about the fear that had seeped from his mind into hers. But this didn’t seem like the time to broach the subject.
Besides, they had arrived at the suite.
A large room opened up before them with the same stone walls as the rest of the caves. There was no ceiling; Tem could see the night sky. Caspen followed her gaze.
It is how we will know when to stop. When the stars show that it is midnight, the ritual is over.
In the center of the room was a large, low bed. There were no blankets or pillows-only a fitted, black silk sheet.
The bed was completely exposed; there was no barrier around it whatsoever. But unlike the altar, which had been the focal point for the audience, this was like a fishbowl, where anyone could walk by them at any time. Basilisks were already roaming around the suite, some of them leaning against the walls, some of them seated in groups on the floor.
Are they going to watch the whole time?
They will come and go as they please.
Some of the basilisks were mere feet away from the bed. They’re so close.
Caspen pulled her face to his. Just look at me, Tem. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. Look only at me.
She nodded. If she looked only at him, she could pretend they were in his chambers, like they had been so many times before. He was still inside her mind, keeping her calm as they approached the bed together. Tem climbed onto it first, falling onto her back and looking up at Caspen, his face framed by stars. He leaned down, pressing his lips first to her stomach before kissing a path up her body. The second he touched her, she felt safe.
I love you.
His words caressed her mind like a whisper. She sighed beneath him, spreading her legs and letting him in like she always did. Tem was sore already. But she was also wet, and she took his cock easily. Caspen slid in and out with unhurried thrusts.
I love you too.
They moved together slowly, ignoring everything around them, focusing only on each other. Tem noticed that Caspen kept her beneath him, as if he were shielding her.
When she tried to get on top, he held her down.
Caspen, what are you doing?
I am trying to preserve your privacy.
Well, cut it out.
She felt him smile against her cheek. You are human, Tem. I know you are not used to being watched like this.
I don’t need you to protect me, Caspen.
I only meant to help.
This is going to be a very long night if we only fuck in one position.
He smiled again, and this time, he allowed her to roll so she was on top. A hiss echoed throughout the suite, and Tem felt a sudden stab of anxiety as she remembered what had just happened in the auditorium.
Will they transition again?
Tem didn’t like the idea of being trapped in such a small room with this many basilisks wearing their true forms.
It is unlikely. The hive orgasm is extremely rare. Two in one day would be unheard of.
How rare?
The last one was before my lifetime.
That was a surprise to her, especially considering how sexual the basilisks were. She figured they were having hive orgasms frequently.
Caspen sat up, pressing his lips to hers. Do not be afraid.
Tem pushed him back down. I’m not afraid.
She splayed her hands flat on his chest so she could center herself as she rode him. The hissing was steady but didn’t grow louder, and Tem allowed herself to relax. They were here for her after all. Why shouldn’t they see what she could do?
Her first orgasm built gradually. Tem didn’t mind taking her time when she knew there would be many more to come. She paced herself deliberately, savoring the way Caspen felt inside her. His eyes were black with lust, and Tem wondered fleetingly whether watching her fuck Bastian had triggered his possessive side, turning him on even more. Nothing would surprise her at this point; it had done something similar to Tem.
Just when she was close, Caspen grabbed her waist, lifting her and turning her so she was riding his cock facing the opposite direction. Tem gasped at the sudden change. A moment later, his hands went to her hair, pulling it back over her shoulders and exposing her breasts. Tem understood he wanted to display her, to show her off to the basilisks surrounding the bed. She watched them as they watched her, enjoying the way their eyes traced over her body.
One of the basilisks stepped forward. He extended his hand, reaching for her face.
Caspen? What’s happening?
He wants to touch you.
Should I let him?
That is up to you. Say the word, and I will tell him not to.
Her answer came easily: No. Let him.
Tem watched the basilisk as he brushed his fingers gently along her jaw. When he stepped back, another took his place. Basilisk after basilisk approached her, touching her briefly-never lingering-almost as if they wanted nothing more than to confirm that she was real. They touched her face, her hair, her lips. The men were strong and assured, the women soft and tender. Occasionally, a hand would dip to her breasts, but every time that happened, Caspen let out a low growl, and the basilisk would retreat.
Tem was close to finishing. The mere thought of doing so in front of all these people only made her want to more. She wanted to show them how good she was at this, how well Caspen had taught her.
The basilisks were still touching her, one after the other. With a jolt, Tem recognized the next basilisk in line.
Rowe.
In a split second, Caspen was upright. His chest hit Tem’s shoulders as his arms wrapped around her waist, halting her motions and pulling her tightly against him.
He should not be here. The ritual is only meant for my quiver.
The crowd parted for Rowe as he approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Tem’s. The suite was silent; any hissing had stopped completely. Behind her, Tem could feel Caspen’s temperature rising. She prayed he wouldn’t transition while he was still inside her.
Rowe stopped at the foot of the bed. He raised his hand slowly.
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