CHAPTER NINETEEN #2
Daphne had had a man’s head between her legs before but never like this.
Never someone who she cared for and who cared for her in return.
The difference was breathtaking. She moaned as Kronos’s tongue found her clitoris, brushing over it with unbelievable tenderness.
He wasn’t just tasting her. He was savoring her.
His tongue and his fingers moved in tandem, caressing her rhythmically.
Kronos knew exactly what he was doing. This was the skill set of the basilisk, after all.
Yet somehow it felt as if he were catering directly to her—as if he understood Daphne’s body better than she did.
She arched her back, moaning as he slipped a finger inside her. He sucked her clitoris at the same time, pushing her directly to the brink. Daphne let out a helpless whimper. She already wanted to come.
“Not yet,” Kronos murmured, slowing his motions immediately.
Daphne whimpered again. Was this how Maximus felt when she’d told him not to come? It was a special form of hell to be denied this way. And yet, she loved it.
“Rude.” It was all she could manage to say.
She felt Kronos smile against her center.
Gradually, his pace increased again. His fingers drove deeper; his tongue moved with surety.
Daphne squeezed her breasts, desperate for sensation—desperate for more.
How she wished she could feel his cock instead.
How she wished he would fuck her and fill her and claim her as his own.
If this is what the other girls were experiencing with their basilisks, she could not contain her jealousy.
He had deprived her of himself for far too long. It was the cruelest of delays.
Daphne moaned without fear, letting herself feel everything she’d always wanted him to make her feel.
She felt safe and cared for and cherished by him.
Kronos tasted her as if he had never tasted anything so delectable in his entire life.
He devoured her with a vehemence she did not know was possible.
She couldn’t believe how observant he was.
It was breathtaking. When she tilted her hips, he changed the pressure of his tongue.
When she gasped, he adjusted the angle of his fingers.
He was listening to her body and acting accordingly.
She never needed to say a word; he understood her.
It had always been that way between them, she realized.
They communicated without words. Their connection surpassed the physical.
“Kronos,” she whispered. “Kronos.”
He had three fingers inside her; it was nearly unbearable.
Just when she was near the brink once more, Kronos retreated and Daphne groaned her disapproval.
To her surprise, he smiled. Then he arched his neck, cleared his throat, and spit…
something directly into her center. Daphne stared down at the glossy black substance, too shocked to react. It burned. And then…
Daphne gasped.
The burn turned to a tingle. Sensation like she’d never known seeped into her center. It felt how she imagined starlight might feel—bright and warm and all-encompassing…celestial.
“What is that?” she managed to say.
“My venom,” Kronos said simply. Then he lowered his head once more.
Daphne was not interested in asking any more questions.
She was past the point of no return. Kronos showed no signs of slowing, and she knew it meant it was time to come.
Her toes curled; her spine tensed. The ache that had been building since the moment he went between her legs released finally as her climax took her, sweeping over her entire body in gorgeous, blissful waves.
Even after she came, Kronos remained where he was, licking and lapping until she was completely clean.
Once he was done he kissed his way slowly up her body, trailing up the center of her stomach before sucking on one nipple, then the other.
When his lips finally met hers, Daphne was more than ready for them.
She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue—tasting his venom too.
It was deep and smoky, like the aftertaste of an ancient whiskey.
She could kiss him forever. But there was something she wanted far more.
“Will you let me return the favor?” she whispered against his lips.
Kronos let out a tortured sigh. “Daphne…”
He was already hard; she could feel his cock pressing against her center. She knew he wanted to say yes. But would he? “Please?”
The word seemed to ignite something in him. His grip tightened. “I could hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“It is not safe.”
“Neither is this.” She brushed her fingers down his torso, and he shuddered. “But we are doing it anyway.”
Her fingers went lower, slipping into his trousers.
She felt the very beginning of his cock.
“Am I never to see this part of you?” she whispered.
“Ever?” Daphne remembered the glimpse she’d gotten the first time she came to his chambers.
It was not enough for her. She wrapped her hand around him. Her fingers barely touched.
Kronos closed his eyes. A muscle twitched in his jaw. It was exhilarating to see him like this—utterly affected by her.
“Please,” she whispered one last time. If begging was what it took, she would do so gladly.
He opened his eyes. Without a word, he took Daphne’s wrist and gently removed her hand from his cock.
Then he sat up, untied his trousers, and pulled them off.
He knelt before her. The sight of his cock took Daphne’s breath away.
It was nothing like the ones she’d seen before—nobody she had ever been with beneath the bridge could hope to compare to him.
Humans could not contend with the physical superiority of the basilisks—never again would she be impressed by the negligible bulge in a villager’s pants. This was a man. And he was beautiful.
His cock was thick and long and hard, perfectly raised to reveal the generous swell of his balls.
A latticework of veins stood out on his lower abdomen, leading to the base of his cock and continuing down the shaft.
Daphne could do nothing but stare. She was aware that time was passing, but it was of no concern to her.
Something told her Kronos would sit there until she was ready.
Slowly, she reached out, gently touching a single finger to the underside of his cock.
The smoke around them thickened. Daphne moved her finger slowly, tracing up his shaft until she reached the head. A drop of precum gleamed there.
“Kronos,” she whispered. “Will you hold my hair?”
“Of course,” he whispered back, his voice so hoarse she could barely hear him.
He gathered her hair in his hand, twisting it gently into a bundle at the nape of her neck.
As soon as it was secured, Daphne leaned down, touching only her tongue to the head of his cock, swirling the drop of precum into her mouth.
Kronos shuddered. Her hand was on his thigh; she could feel the tension in his body—the tightness in his muscles.
She wanted to relieve that tension. Taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, she sucked slowly, savoring the experience.
She’d barely started, yet Kronos was already groaning.
She could have listened to that noise forever.
Knowing she had caused it only made it that much sweeter.
It was nothing like the head she’d given to so many of the village boys underneath the bridge.
That had been cursory—routine, even, with no feeling behind it.
Simply a means to an end and always with their pleasure in mind in favor of hers.
Now Daphne took a different approach. Now her goal was not only to pleasure him, but to pleasure herself in turn. She knew Kronos would want it that way.
It was time to take more of him, although she had no idea how.
His cock was so thick that Daphne genuinely doubted she could manage to fit more than half of it down her throat.
She decided to use her hands in tandem with her mouth, wrapping them both around the base, forming a circle.
Once she had him in place she dipped her head as low as it could go, rotating her hands at the same time so that his entire cock was stimulated.
She barely heard him gasp; she was too focused on the task at hand.
Up and down, up and down. It was a motion she knew well, and she performed it flawlessly.
She worked around him, using her hands as well as her mouth, knowing that to a man, the sensation was all the same.
Daphne closed her eyes, savoring the experience.
Kronos held her hair the entire time, gently keeping it away from her face.
She knew how difficult it must have been for him to remain in control.
She knew he wanted to grab her jaw and thrust relentlessly into her mouth.
Perhaps she would let him do that later.
But for now, they worked in tandem, following her pace in a steady rhythm.
Despite his size, eventually she got better at taking him.
She wondered what it would be like when he came.
She couldn’t wait to taste him. She wanted to swallow—to consume the purest part of him, to find out if he tasted as good as he looked.