Bonus Chapter #2
“Kora,” Gabriel moaned. If his cock hadn’t been down her throat, Tem would have smiled.
She knew many stable boys had been where she was right now.
But Tem was better than any of them. Tem had been taught by the Serpent King, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
She took him steadily, alternating between going as deep as she could and teasing just his head, swirling her tongue over the tip.
Tem knew Gabriel was close—she recognized the way his body was tensing, the noises he was making.
But she was not so eager for their experience to end.
Rather than taking him all the way there, she raised her head and used her hand instead.
As she did so, Gabriel sat up, took her chin in his hand, and kissed her.
His other hand wrapped around hers, and they stroked his cock together, keeping a steady rhythm.
He was warm in her hands. Alive and well.
Eventually, they fell back on the bed together, facing one another once more. They had gone as far as they could with only their hands—if the experience was to continue, it would have to progress in another way. Tem knew they were both tacitly asking the same question: Are we really doing this?
She decided it was better to ask it aloud: “Do you want to have sex?” After a pause, she added: “With me?”
Gabriel smiled. “Yes.”
He rolled gently so she was looking up at him.
She spread her legs, allowing him to position himself between them.
He touched her again, this time with two fingers, opening her.
Tem was impressed by his instincts. For his first time with a woman, he was far more intuitive than she would have expected.
Then, to her surprise, he held her open, angled his head, and spit directly on her center.
She was already wet; there was no practical need for it.
Tem realized she was witnessing something that Gabriel liked to do during sex—perhaps a way to mark his territory, perhaps simply something he enjoyed.
Either way, she didn’t question it. It was a privilege to see him like this: vulnerable and real.
Tem felt lucky to be here, and she hoped he felt the same.
A moment later, he was inside her.
“How do I feel?” Tem whispered. She was genuinely curious to hear his answer.
“Different,” Gabriel said.
Tem was not offended; she hadn’t expected praise. It made sense to her that she would feel different than what Gabriel was used to. He had only been with men, after all. She wanted to tell him that he felt good. But before she could, the door to her chambers opened.
“What have we here?” a voice murmured, smoky and deep in the darkness.
Caspen.
Tem and Gabriel both stared up at him as he emerged from the shadows, his shoulders thrown back, his hands loose at his sides. Tem’s heart, already beating at a rapid canter, sped up even more.
“Caspen,” she said. “We’re just—”
“Please.” He held up at hand. “Do not stop on my account.”
Realization struck. He wanted to watch.
Tem turned back to Gabriel, whose face shone with eager anticipation. It was a look she’d seen on him many times before, usually when he was pursuing company for the night. Now, he was in pursuit of something else entirely. Her.
Gabriel’s eyes returned to Tem’s.
His thrusts resumed, slow and steady at first, then faster and faster. Tem arched her back and closed her eyes, letting herself feel the way he moved inside her. His hand found her throat. Another thing he liked.
Somewhere along the way, Caspen joined them on the bed.
Tem barely noticed at first; she was so occupied with Gabriel.
But eventually, lips pressed against her, and she knew they were Caspen’s.
He integrated himself seamlessly, in a way that clearly indicated he’d done this before.
At times, he touched Tem, then Gabriel, then both of them.
His presence was only to supplement—only to support.
He didn’t try to take Gabriel’s place. He never took pleasure for himself—only facilitating theirs.
It was a skill specific to the basilisk; humans could never be so selfless.
Caspen knew how to create harmony between them, and Tem surrendered herself to it.
So did Gabriel. She knew from the look on his face that he was completely at ease, giving and receiving affection in equal measure.
Eventually, Tem was going to come. She had no idea whether Gabriel would too—she didn’t really expect him to, although she hoped he might. Either way, it was impossible for her to resist for much longer.
She reached for Caspen’s mind: I’m close.
I know you are.
Is he?
I cannot read his mind as I can yours. But he seems to be.
Out loud, she said: “Gabriel. I’m almost there.”
It was an invitation as much as it was a statement of fact.
Tem wanted him to join her on this journey—wanted them to complete it together.
In response, Gabriel pulled her closer. Caspen retreated, and suddenly it was just the two of them again.
Tem threaded her fingers through his golden hair, bringing his face to hers.
They kissed deeply, intimately. His body was pressed against hers, putting pressure on her clitoris.
With each thrust of his cock, she lost her breath a little more.
By the time she could no longer catch it, she was already coming.
Tem gasped in release, and so did Gabriel.
Tem realized in exactly that moment that they hadn’t discussed whether he would come inside her.
She wouldn’t have minded if he did. But at the last moment Gabriel pulled out, finishing on her inner thigh with a groan.
Tem had never heard Gabriel come before. But she observed it now, noticing the way his chest rose and fell with shaky, uneven breaths—the way his cheeks were flushed with heat. He was so beautiful like this. Tem touched his shoulder, and they stared at each other in the aftermath.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
He nodded. “Yes. Are you?”
“Yes.”
Tem looked at Caspen, who was kneeling next to them, watching their exchange with utter fondness.
She reached for him, brushing her fingers down his torso.
After a moment, Gabriel did the same, tracing his hand over Caspen’s abs.
In unison, they wrapped their hands around his cock.
Even with both of them holding him, there was nearly an inch still visible at the base.
“Wow,” Gabriel whispered.
Tem was suddenly reminded that her husband was big. She’d gotten so used to his cock that seeing it through someone else’s eyes made her remember what it was like to see it for the first time. Awe-inspiring. Magnificent. Glorious.
Without thinking, Tem bent down to take it in her mouth. She did not stay long—only a moment or two, before straightening and looking at Gabriel. Not a word was spoken, yet she knew he understood what she was offering him. Her husband.
Gabriel did not need any convincing. A moment later, he bent down too, sliding only the tip of Caspen’s cock into his mouth before going for the whole thing.
Tem watched as Caspen’s head tilted back, exposing his corded neck.
She pressed her lips to his skin, feeling how warm he was.
Smoke filled the room. Gabriel didn’t seem to notice, but Tem did.
She was hyperaware of her best friend’s disposition, his well-being.
She didn’t want him to be scared at any point during this process.
Even though she knew Caspen would never transition in front of Gabriel, Gabriel might not necessarily know that.
His safety was of imperative importance to her.
I am in control, Tem. You have nothing to fear.
Tem chose to believe him. They took turns—first Tem, then Gabriel—taking his cock all the way down their throats.
It was an incredible thing to do this with someone who appreciated Caspen’s cock as much as she did.
It was one thing for her to worship it alone.
But now she had someone else to witness its magnitude—to understand the incredible privilege she felt every night when Caspen was inside her.
Caspen grasped both of them by the backs of their necks, guiding them, encouraging them.
Caspen was their commander; they were here to take orders.
It wasn’t difficult to do so. It was a pleasure, and it felt better than Tem could have ever imagined.
Whomever was not on his cock, he kissed, and eventually he lifted both their heads, pushing them together.
Tem understood what he wanted, leaning in to press her lips to Gabriel’s.
They kissed within an inch of Caspen’s cock, and she knew the view must be spectacular for him.
Caspen took his time, letting them kiss for a good long moment before saying: Turn around.
Tem pulled away. “He wants us to turn around.”
“No,” murmured Caspen. “Just you, my love.”
Tem didn’t hesitate. She turned around, feeling Caspen’s hands immediately on her thighs, pushing them open. She knew she was exposed—open to them both.
Gently, without preamble, Tem felt a finger slip inside her. She knew it was Gabriel’s; his touch was different than Caspen’s. Hesitant. Curious.
“Deeper,” Caspen commanded. Gabriel’s fingers went deeper. Tem moaned.
“She is so soft,” Gabriel whispered.
“Yes,” Caspen agreed. “She is.”
Tem could understand why that was the sensation Gabriel would focus on. Cocks were all that he was used to, and cocks were hard. But her center was the opposite of a cock. It was soft and inviting and built to take.
“Touch her here”—Tem felt Gabriel’s fingers against her clitoris, and she knew that Caspen was guiding them—“it is the most sensitive part of a woman.”
Tem’s eyes slammed shut as Gabriel rubbed her with steady, sure motions. It felt so good, she wanted to cry. When he went harder, she gasped, and he retreated.
“She can take it,” Caspen said. “Do not be afraid.”