CHAPTER NINETEEN #3
Her muscles were loose now, her throat relaxed.
It was possible to take more of him, and Daphne did just that, removing her hands and dipping her head even lower.
Above her, Kronos shifted. The hand that wasn’t holding her hair traced the length of her spine, following it all the way down the cleft of her ass to her dripping center.
He leaned forward, his body shifting above hers.
Then he was fingering her. They were connected in an unbroken link.
His cock was all the way down her throat; Daphne could no longer move her head—Kronos was thrusting into her mouth steadily, setting his own pace.
She could do nothing but breathe through it.
She’d never been held in place like this before, completely surrounded—using and being used.
He touched her to the same rhythm as his thrusts. It was heaven to be penetrated in two places at once. She succumbed to the motion of it, reaching a state of total peace. It was in that state that her orgasm began to build.
Daphne was safe in the grip of the man she cared for—the man who she knew cared for her.
His fingers moved to her clitoris, rubbing against it in purposeful circles.
She could feel the air against her wetness, cooling it.
The sensation was so different than the heat all around her—the contrast pushing her past the point of self-control.
She spread her legs even more, communicating in the only way she could, desperate for everything she knew he could give her.
His cock was all the way down her throat; she could not be more full. It was time to come.
Daphne felt her climax first in her core, in the tension that appeared there.
Then it hit her center, and she lost herself to it.
Tension released; she went limp with relief.
A single tear leaked down her cheek. Immediately, Kronos’s thrusts sped up.
Daphne remembered that it turned him on to make her come.
That was certainly not something she’d encountered before.
In her experience, men did not care whether she came.
For Kronos, it was all he cared about. When she was with him, she always came first.
“Stay still, Daphne,” Kronos murmured.
Daphne was happy to do it. She wanted to give him everything he wanted. Here, filled with Kronos’s cock, she could hardly remember why she’d vowed not to have sex again until she was in love. Why bother with love when sex felt so good? Why couldn’t she feel pleasure for pleasure’s sake?
“Daphne,” he groaned. “Daphne.”
She knew it meant he was close, and she moaned around his cock as his fingers returned to her wetness, plunging deep into her center—so deep she nearly saw stars.
Then his fingers moved, touching her in the other place where it was possible to take a cock.
Daphne had taken one there before. Sometimes it was preferable, given the inability to get pregnant from that particular act.
She’d also found it was the easiest way to seduce a man.
And Daphne would let Kronos do anything. She wanted him inside her in any way he would allow.
His fingers went deeper. Daphne breathed through her nose as he thrust into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
He was unbelievably hard; Daphne had given enough head to know that meant he was just moments away.
Sure enough, on the next thrust, Kronos came.
His cum was warm and smooth, sliding down her throat easier than honey.
She swallowed it all eagerly, demonstrating her devotion the best way she knew how.
She imagined him coming deep in her center, on her tits, on her back.
What an honor it would be to have any part of him on her skin.
Daphne released him slowly, sliding his cock out of her mouth so she could feel every inch as it left her. She also knew Kronos was watching and wanted to give him a show.
“Fuck,” Kronos breathed.
His hand wrapped gently underneath her chin, pulling her up.
Without hesitation, he kissed her. Daphne thought about all the times she’d done this with other boys—how they all insisted on finishing in her mouth and how exactly none of them had kissed her after.
But what was good enough to go in her mouth was good enough to go in Kronos’s.
He slid his tongue against hers, tasting everything.
His hands went to her thighs, pulling them open as he pushed her down onto her back. He dipped his head.
For the second time that night, Kronos licked her clean.
It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her wetness.
Daphne could relate to that feeling. She could still taste him on her tongue, his essence coating her lips.
When Kronos was done he rested his head on her stomach.
She ran her fingers gently through his hair, tracing the long, burnished waves.
“Can we do that every night?”
Kronos laughed softly. The sound vibrated through her entire body. “If you wish.”
“You’re very good at…licking.”
He propped his chin on her stomach, looking up at her. “I have had a lot of practice.”
Instead of letting herself get jealous, Daphne chose to be thankful for that practice. After all, she was reaping the benefits of it now.
Kronos sat up, pressing kisses up her body before aligning his face with hers. “You are very good at licking too,” he said.
“I’ve had a lot of practice.”
They smiled at each other. He rolled onto his side, pulling her close and tucking her into his chest. “Do you know what happens tomorrow?”
“What happens?”
“The basilisks will go to the castle.”
They were halfway through the elimination process. It was time for the prince to meet the teachers—a process meant to give the future king an opportunity to tell the basilisks how the girls could improve.
Daphne’s stomach did an uncomfortable flip at the thought. “So…you’ll be meeting the prince.”
“I will.”
“What are you going to say to him?”
“What would you like me to say to him?”
Daphne could think of nothing that she wanted either Kronos or Maximus to say to each other. The entire concept made her feel rather ill. “Just…don’t let him know about us.”
Kronos shifted her in his arms, looking her in the eye. “Us?”
Daphne was suddenly self-conscious. “Aren’t we…an us?”
To her surprise, he smiled. “We are whatever you wish.”
What she really wished was for them to be a secret.
At least, from Maximus. Given her arrangement with the prince, it seemed dangerous to let him find out that there was something between her and her teacher.
Daphne knew Maximus wouldn’t take it well.
The royals hated the basilisks; they were sworn enemies. Maximus would view Kronos as a threat.
“If he finds out, he might try to…hurt you.”
Kronos let out a sharp scoff. “If you think the human prince can do anything that would hurt me,” he said firmly, “you are wrong.”
But Daphne wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that she thought Maximus was going to throw a punch—he’d have to be insane to look at Kronos and think he could land one—but she was afraid of what might happen nonetheless. The royals had many resources at their disposal, and they were not to be underestimated.
“I just…don’t want anything to happen to you,” she whispered.
Kronos touched his fingers to her chin, lifting it. “Nothing is going to happen to me.”
She nodded. Then she burrowed into his chest. There, secure in the basilisk’s embrace, Daphne slept.