CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT #3
A moment later Kronos was before her once more.
It was an incredible thing to see him pleasure someone else while being pleasured himself.
He touched the other basilisk’s cock the same way she’d seen him touch his own—with long, confident strokes.
Daphne had yet to see a basilisk who was not well-endowed, but now that she had spent time under the mountain she knew that Kronos’s cock was bigger than most. It was a point of pride for Daphne.
She was surrounded by men, but she looked only at Kronos.
And Kronos looked only at her. They held eye contact for as long as they could, and even when he was behind her, she could still feel his presence.
Daphne rocked her hips, working herself toward her climax.
She was close, and some of the men were too.
Suddenly she felt another set of eyes on her.
Daphne looked beyond the men to see a single basilisk, motionless in the crowd, staring at her.
Caspenon. He was watching her with a strange expression on his face—almost curious, as if he could not believe what was happening.
Yet there was something else in his gaze that surprised Daphne.
Envy. She knew how men looked when they were jealous—knew exactly the way their jaws clenched when they wanted something they could not have.
Daphne did not think he wanted her. She suspected he wanted something else—something he could not hope to have with the woman he shared with his brother.
It was a trace of the same longing she had seen in him when he’d delivered her to Kronos after protecting her from Rowe.
Caspenon wanted what they had. Daphne hoped he would find it someday.
For now, she was only interested in what she wanted.
Daphne drove her fingers deeper, allowing herself to moan as loud as she liked.
The basilisks surrounding her made noise too—grunts and gasps and whispered words.
Daphne absorbed it all, savoring the communal sounds of pleasure, honored that she was a part of it.
The cause of it. Finally, face-to-face with Kronos once more, Daphne was ready to come.
She kept her eyes open until the last possible second, working a furious rhythm against her clitoris as her hips hitched and bucked. Kronos’s eyes were completely black, a fearsome hiss emanating from him that engulfed the sounds everyone else made.
As she came, Daphne closed her eyes and cried out, “Kronos.”
She opened her eyes to see him coming too, his essence coating the hand of the basilisk next to him.
It only took two more strokes for Kronos to finish off the man he was touching too.
Then he stepped forward, his hand taking his own cock, offering it to her.
Daphne opened her mouth willingly, licking his cum from the tip.
Pride radiated from Kronos; he looked every inch the king she imagined he could be.
He extended his other hand, helping her stand.
As soon as she was upright, Kronos pulled her from the circle.
The other basilisks bowed their heads to her the same way they’d bowed to the first woman.
Unsure of the proper protocol, Daphne gave them a little wave on her way out.
Kronos swept her immediately into a kiss.
Daphne kissed him back, allowing her hands to run all over him. Kronos allowed the same. He grabbed her waist, her breasts, her ass. She could feel the strength in his body—the force. She felt completely engulfed by him. Daphne did not mind. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
They stood there, touching and kissing each other, until finally Kronos drew away.
“Do you wish to sleep?”
Daphne wished to do a lot more than that. But it had been an extremely long couple of days. And in the wake of her orgasm, she was utterly exhausted. So she nodded.
Without another word, Kronos steered her away from the courtyard. It was a relief to enter the quiet of the passageway and put some distance between her and the endless expanses of skin. When they reached his chambers, Kronos asked, “What can I do for you, Daphne?”
She shrugged. She needed nothing.
Kronos crossed to the dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a cloth.
He dipped it in a small basin of water before joining her on the bed and pulling her legs open before him.
He wiped her down, first her pussy and then the cleft of her ass, doing it so gently that she sighed with relief.
Then he cleaned his own cock, lay down beside her, and drew her into his arms.
“Tomorrow is the final day,” he murmured. The final day of the Ranking.
“What will happen?”
“The third challenge is the most important,” Kronos said “It is meant to give the quivers a chance to cast their vote. Every basilisk under the mountain will participate.”
Dread filled Daphne. Just because she’d participated in the circle did not mean she was ready for an orgy. “And how exactly are they participating?”
“I do not know. The third challenge is different every Ranking. But it always takes place at the lake.”
Daphne thought of the beautiful, still water that Kronos had shown her, remembering what they’d done on its shores. Nothing bad could possibly happen in such a peaceful place.
“Daphne,” Kronos whispered. “What are you thinking?”
Daphne’s chest grew tight. It was too much pressure. If she cost him the third challenge, this would all have been for nothing. “I want you to win.”
He sighed. “I want that too. But it may not be up to us.”
Daphne knew he was right. She knew there was nothing either of them could do to prepare for tomorrow—and she knew that whatever came, Kronos would keep her safe.
“We should sleep,” he murmured.
So they slept.