Chapter Eleven #3
The energy in the courtyard was rapidly changing, the chatter dying down around them as conversations devolved into moans.
The ouroboros was forming; it was time to take part.
Before Tem could wonder where to go, Adelaide took her hand in hers.
They walked together toward Caspen, who was standing next to the blond basilisk.
On either side of them, basilisks were lying down, arranging themselves into interlocking links.
Tem marveled at the continuity. The ouroboros was alive—a living, breathing thing that swelled and rippled like water.
Are you ready Temperance?
Tem looked at Adelaide, who was looking calmly at her. Yes.
Adelaide nodded before glancing at Caspen.
His eyes were on Tem’s, and they were already turning black.
The blond male basilisk stood regally by, waiting for them to begin, his arms relaxed at his sides.
Without another word, Adelaide made the first move.
She crossed to the nearest basilisk, who was lying on their back, an open end to the chain.
Adelaide lowered herself over their face, her eyes rolling momentarily back in her head as the basilisk’s tongue made contact with her center.
Tem became immediately flushed at the sight.
When Adelaide opened her eyes, she beckoned to Tem, who couldn’t seem to move.
Tem, Caspen’s voice said quietly. It is your turn.
His hand found her waist, giving her a gentle push.
Tem moved forward in a trance, anticipation pricking every inch of her skin.
She lowered herself to the ground in front of Adelaide, the stone hard beneath her back, sending a jolt down her spine.
Slowly, as if not to scare her, Adelaide leaned forward, taking Tem’s thighs and spreading them open.
The moment their skin touched, a wave of calm enveloped Tem, and she knew it was Adelaide’s doing.
Behind Tem, the blond basilisk was getting in position. There was only Caspen left.
The Serpent King was the last to join the circle—the final link in the ouroboros.
He approached Tem slowly, looking down at her with silent authority.
Tem looked up at him, seeing him in all his glory, slowing her breathing as he lowered himself.
Caspen slid his hand behind her head, lifting her face to the correct angle.
Tem opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her his cock one inch at a time.
As soon as she was full, Caspen leaned forward, and she knew he was about to take the blond basilisk in his mouth. The thought made her weak with arousal.
Just then, Adelaide’s voice whispered in her mind: Temperance, I am going to begin.
Tem couldn’t nod. Instead, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the ouroboros.
A moment later, Adelaide’s tongue found her center.
The moment it did, the circle was complete—Adelaide between her legs, Caspen in her mouth.
Tem had never felt so connected, so whole.
She was one with the basilisks; she was one with her people.
Adelaide’s touch was different from Caspen’s. Very different.
Men were hard. Everything about them was aggressive and overbearing and sharp.
Women, on the other hand, were soft. Adelaide’s tongue was tender and intuitive.
She tasted Tem slowly, with utter care and devotion, understanding exactly where she needed stimulation the way only a woman could.
Tem had thought that Caspen knew her body.
But he knew only what he could see, what he could feel.
Adelaide knew what she needed because Adelaide needed it too.
Even when Caspen pleasured her, it somehow still felt like he was taking from her.
Adelaide was only giving—only bestowing pleasure.
Such an experience wasn’t new to Tem—she had known the touch of a woman before, during the council meeting when all the members had kissed her.
But this was nothing like that. Those kisses had been routine, almost clinical.
This was almost unbearably intimate, as if Adelaide was giving her a deeply personal gift.
Tem felt utterly safe in Adelaide’s care.
When her mind caressed Tem’s, she accepted it willingly, letting her stroke her in more ways than one.
Time passed, or perhaps it didn’t. One by one, basilisks began to climax.
One by one, they left the ouroboros. Tem felt each orgasm as if it were her own, losing herself in a state of communal pleasure.
She slipped into complete peace, thinking only of Caspen and how hard his cock was in his mouth.
He moved his hips steadily, thrusting into her, coordinating his movements with Adelaide’s.
She thought of him with the blond basilisk and it only made her wetter.
Eventually, Tem was close. Adelaide had been coaxing her there for a while, bringing her right to the edge but not over it, exercising intuition in a way only she knew how.
Caspen was close too; the more Tem moaned, the faster his thrusts became.
But just before she could climax, another presence touched her mind.
Apollo.