CHAPTER FORTY-THREE #3
I have never done this with a human. Kronos did not just mean the double penetrative sex. He meant having feelings, falling in love. This was just as much his first time as it was Daphne’s. They were in this together.
“I don’t care if it hurts me.”
Daphne could see the warring emotions in his eyes.
She understood how much Kronos wanted her yet also how deeply it distressed him to cause her pain.
But she also saw that he was turned on. The scales on his chest had begun to spread, dappling down over his torso.
The air around them was sweltering, thick and oppressive, suffocating her slowly.
Kronos wanted this. He wanted her. He was a predator and she was his prey.
It was the natural order of things—the way it had always been between the humans and the basilisks.
“Keep going,” she commanded him. “Now.”
Even Kronos could not resist such an order.
He pushed again, sliding in centimeter by centimeter, burying himself inside her.
Daphne closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing, focusing on the sheer sensation of it all.
Her nipples were hard; Kronos brushed over them with his fingers, pinching them both at the same time. She bit her lip.
“Precious, stunning girl,” he whispered.
“Again,” Daphne gasped.
He pinched them again.
“Again.”
Kronos palmed her breasts and squeezed. Daphne clasped her hands over his, holding them together.
In that moment the space between them closed.
Finally, he was all the way in. She was completely full—ass and pussy—heart and soul.
For a single moment, they simply looked at each other.
Daphne saw his desire and his awe, his hope and his longing all in one.
She longed for him too. For this—for them.
Daphne did not know what their future was or whether they even had one.
All she knew was that she wanted to cherish this moment with Kronos.
Right now, no one could tear them apart.
“I’m sorry I didn’t let you do this sooner,” she whispered.
Kronos leaned in and kissed her softly. “Do not be sorry,” he whispered back. “You were worth the wait.”
Daphne threaded her fingers into his hair, dipping her tongue deep into his mouth.
They kissed intimately, the way they had at the beginning of the evening.
Slowly, Kronos began to thrust. Daphne could barely take it, but she didn’t care.
She would rather feel too much than nothing at all.
It might not be easy, but it was all she wanted.
She needed him just as much as he needed her; she needed to feel treasured and cherished and worshipped. And she would worship in return.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said against her lips. “So fucking good, baby.”
Daphne could only moan in response.
“I must go faster, Daphne,” Kronos said eventually.
She heard the desperation in his voice. She nodded. “Go faster.”
Kronos did so. First he straightened, thrusting harder with his lower cock. Then he leaned forward, thrusting harder with the upper one. The combination of sensations was so overwhelming that by the time he slowed his motions again, Daphne was gasping for air.
She was so turned on she couldn’t even speak.
It was delicious to watch Kronos lose control—to finally release his inhibitions and fuck her the way he wanted.
You do not understand the things I wish to do to you.
You do not understand how long I have wanted to do them.
Daphne was so wet she could feel it coating her thighs as well as his.
If it were anyone else, she might be embarrassed.
But this was Kronos, and she knew he liked it even more than she did.
“I want you every day,” he whispered. “And every night.”
“I want the same.”
He was still thrusting, still deep inside her. “I want you in any way you will let me have you.”
“You can have me in every way.” No matter what he asked for, Daphne promised it to him.
Kronos was everywhere; he stimulated her from every possible angle.
His fingers rubbed circles over her clitoris, ensuring she was pleasured as he pleasured himself.
Sex between them was reciprocal. Kronos leaned in, lifting Daphne’s legs so her feet were over his shoulders.
The change in angle changed something in Kronos.
Daphne saw him approach the brink, saw the desire in his eyes.
This was it.
His thrusts became merciless. Daphne could not take him any deeper; he had reached the point of no return.
This was Kronos in his element, moving and fucking and taking the way only a basilisk could.
The next time he thrust, Daphne bit her lip in order to keep from crying out.
The moment she did so, Kronos pulled out of her.
She gasped in his absence, her body suddenly empty without him.
She watched as his hands went to his cocks, his fingers wrapping around them.
It only took one stroke each—first the upper one, then the lower one—and then he was finishing.
Daphne angled her hips, offering herself up to him.
His cum poured onto her center, dripping between her legs and pooling in the hollow between her thighs.
The air was so thick with smoke she could barely see him.
Daphne reached for him anyway, touching his scalding skin. He was slick with sweat and so was she.
“You can always finish inside me,” Daphne whispered. “I want you to.”
Kronos shook his head. “I could not control myself,” he said. “I was about to transition.”
Daphne felt a debilitating rush of affection for him.
He was always protecting her, even from himself.
She sat up slowly, pressing her lips to his shoulders, then his neck, his cheeks.
Daphne took his face in her hands, watching as his pupils slowly shrank to a normal size.
She wanted to kiss him again. Instead she simply looked at him, memorizing the face of the man she loved.
It had not been easy or simple for them to come together, but now that they were, she never wanted them to be apart. Perhaps all roads had led them here.