6. Basilious
BASILIOUS
B asilious was exhausted after addressing petitions all day, but he was also…
excited? An eagerness fluttered around in his stomach at the thought that Lunette may come back tonight.
He knew it was rather foolish to hope to see his would-be assassin again, especially after she had made an attempt on his life the night before, but he felt what he felt. He did want to see her again.
His thoughts were of Lunette all through the casual dinner he shared with Xadres.
He knew his friend could tell he was distracted, but they were kind enough not to press the issue.
They likely thought him distraught about announcing an engagement in four short days.
He supposed he was a bit distressed , but that feeling had become less overwhelming than his fascination with Lunette.
He tried to seem relaxed and normal as they wrapped up dinner, but he walked back to his chambers with purpose. It was already after dark, and Basilious didn't want to risk missing her if she happened to come back.
Once in his room, he changed into a pair of loose linen pants, set his crown on its cushion, and settled into his chair. He picked up his most recent read, a book of folktales about the old gods and the mischief they got up to at the dawn of time, and began to read.
What felt like a mere moment later, he awoke with a bit of a start, but quickly stilled at the feeling of cold metal against his throat. His mind caught up with his eyes a moment later, and he realized that Lunette was here, straddling him in his chair, with her vicious dagger to his neck.
"Shhh, don't move, Basil," she crooned into his ear.
Her scent was overwhelming. Her cheek was so close to his muzzle.
His eyes darted down to take in the view of her and, gods help him, it was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen.
Her legs spread wide over his lap, her full waist dipping down toward his hardening cock, her pert breasts so close to his own chest. He shifted his gaze to study her face, and he could see her elegant fangs just peeking out.
"My offer stands, you know. You're welcome to take from me if you wish, Lunette." Basil fought hard to sound suave and confident, but her proximity had him dizzy, so his voice came out in a low rasp.
She laughed softly. "Perhaps I will. Your blood sings to me, and I can't figure out why.
" She leaned back slightly and settled her generous ass on his lap.
He couldn't help the soft groan that escaped him.
Her knife was still at his throat, though, so he didn't dare move.
Despite his words last night, he didn't actually have a death wish.
"My whole body sings for you, Lunette. Why don't you have your way with me before you kill me?
Surely your employer wouldn't deny you a bit of pleasure.
" Basilious did not know where he summoned this boldness from, but his words lit something intense in Lunette's eyes.
He dared to hope she would take what he was offering.
"I saw you today—so confident and measured and in control. Would you like me to take away your control for a while, Basil?" Gods, that is what he wanted. Perhaps that was why she fascinated him so—because his life was in her hands.
"Yes, Lunette, I want that. Just promise not to kill me until after?" She smiled at him, her fangs fully on display.
"I promise," she said quietly as she shifted to get off his lap. "Tell me what your word is. Just one word to make this all stop."
Basilious considered for a mere moment before answering. "Moonlight."
"Now, be a good boy and get on the floor."
Basilious' cock hardened even further at her words. He moved immediately to obey, the relief he felt at being told what to do by this magnificent woman overwhelming his senses.
He knelt before her then, his cock obviously hard in his thin linen pants, and looked up into her perfect face. He waited for her instructions like his life depended on them.
"Keep your hands to yourself, alright pet?" Basil nodded.
She stood so close to him as she began to undress.
First her lightweight black cloak, then her fitted black shirt.
She wore a tight camisole underneath, and Basilious could see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric.
The garment clung to her full waist, and Basilious desperately wanted to touch her, to run his hands over every inch of her to feel her softness.
But he would be good for her; he wanted to obey.
She watched him like a predator would watch prey. He was certain she would be aware of every time his pulse spiked; he loved the idea that she could read him so well.
She grabbed the bottom edge of the camisole and pulled it up over her head, revealing the full expanse of her lovely cool skin. Her generous breasts rose and fell with her breaths, her perfect rosy nipples pert. Gods she was so beautiful.
Her eyes met his as her fingers found the laces of her fitted pants. She deftly loosened them, and pushed them down over her hips. They gathered around her thighs, and she paused.
"Pull these the rest of the way down for me, pet."
Basilious moved to comply without hesitation.
The first brush of his fingers against her lush thighs was life changing.
He wanted to luxuriate in the feeling, but he forced himself to focus on following her instructions.
He gathered the fabric in his hands and slid it the rest of the way down her legs, holding them still as she stepped out.
He looked back up at her, and only a thin shred of black lace was left on her body.
"Take these off with your teeth," she commanded.
Basilious thought perhaps he was the luckiest creature in Domhan na Rùin. He leaned in, nuzzling the crook of her hip gently, the feel of her skin against his nose heavenly. He bit down on the band of her lace panties and pulled them slowly down until they fell around her ankles.
Fully bare before him, she paused and let him look his fill. And look he did. After a long moment, she stepped over to sit in his chair. The sight of her, naked and magnificent, nearly had him finishing, but he took a steadying breath and kept himself together.
She spread her legs, revealing her perfect dark pink cunt. It glistened in the firelight with her arousal.
"Now touch yourself, pet. Look at me and imagine what it would feel like to bury that massive cock inside me."
Basilious felt the muscles in his lower back tighten, but he took a deep breath before pushing his pants down around his thighs and wrapping his hand around his cock. She kept eye contact with him as he began stroking himself, the corner of her mouth tipping up just a hint in a satisfied smile.
"Tell me what you're thinking, pet," she whispered as she snaked her hand down her body and slipped her fingers between her thighs.
"I am thinking how desperately I want to taste you, how I want to feel your cunt clenching around my tongue as it's buried inside you.
I am wondering if you could take all of my cock, thinking of how it would stretch you, how I would fill you…
" he trailed off as his release overwhelmed him.
He moaned as he came, and Lunette watched intently as he spilled on the wood floor at her feet.
After a moment, she removed her fingers from her cunt and leaned toward him.
"Be a dear and clean my fingers up for me.
" He took her fingers in his mouth and moaned again at the taste of her.
This moment was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced, and he was struck by a deep feeling of rightness at the taste of her.
Lunette tasted like all his hopes and dreams, everything he thought he'd never have.
He felt tears prick his eyes unbidden, and he knew immediately that he'd imprinted on her.
Minotaurs didn't have any sort of predestined mate like the Tuanadair of Beitar, but they did have mate bonds.
They just got to choose, to a certain extent.
Sometimes their bodies chose for them, when they wanted someone subconsciously.
The fact that Basil had just imprinted on Lunette was…
he didn't know what to feel. He wanted her, but he barely knew her.
He didn't even know if he'd see her again after tonight.
She could try to kill him again in five minutes for all he knew.
Lunette pulled her fingers from his mouth and leaned back in the chair.
"Where did you go, pet? You weren't here with me for a moment."
Basil smiled nervously and glanced away. "I'm sorry, this has just been… overwhelming in a good way."
Lunette smiled at him then, not the sultry, satisfied smugness of before, but a kind, genuine smile. He thought he might melt right into the ground.
Lunette rose from the chair and began to get dressed. Basil watched, still kneeling on the ground, before he realized he ought to clean up his mess. He adjusted his pants and stood, but Lunette caught his wrist as he was turning away to find a towel.
"I think…I'll try to kill you again tomorrow. If that's alright?" Lunette asked.
Basil smiled at her and nodded. "Tomorrow, then."