Page 18 of Split or Swallow

She looked up at him, awaiting instruction.

“Take the larger end inside you,” he said.

Tem did as she was told. She inserted the thicker end of the claw slowly, keeping her hand steady while she did it. She’d never taken anything this big inside her—it was hard and smooth, different from the way her fingers felt when she touched herself, and she found despite her wetness, it was difficult to insert it.

When she winced, Caspen spoke:

“Do it slowly. It is not meant to hurt.”

Tem nodded, taking a deep breath and sliding it up as far as she could. It was a curious sensation, and she found she liked it. Still, it was impossible to imagine Caspen’s cock inside her when this was already a tight fit.

She stopped with the tapered tip still visible, curved up against the most sensitive part of her. She pressed her finger against it tentatively, experiencing the way it cradled her.

“Does it feel good?” Caspen asked quietly.

She looked up at him, and with a rush of epiphany, she saw he was hard again. Not all the way, like before. But he was partially raised, and Tem knew she had caused it.

“Yes,” she whispered.

They stared at each other for a long time, Tem sitting and Caspen standing. It felt like a significant moment, and Tem knew not to break it. She wondered if he would touch himself again, but he didn’t. He seemed to enjoy simply looking at her, and she enjoyed letting him.

The fire was burning low by the time Caspen finally murmured:

“We are done for tonight. You may get dressed.”

Tem felt once more brave, and said:

“So can you.”

His face slid into a devious smile.

“I appreciate your permission.”

“I gladly give it.”

Caspen smile widened. Tem noticed that he watched her even as she put her clothes back on, his eyes tracing over her body until the last possible second. She watched him too, seeing the muscles roll in his shoulders as he pulled on his shirt, observing the defined veins on his arms as he tied his trousers. She sensed a restrained energy in his body, and she couldn’t wait to feel it.

When they were both dressed, Caspen gestured gracefully.

“I will walk you out.”

Tem nodded, following him toward the cave entrance. She could feel the claw inside her, and was sure she would never get used to it. It took effort to walk normally.

It was a shock to enter the cold evening air after the warm embrace of the cave, and Tem shivered as they stepped outside. The grass was wet beneath her feet; it had rained while they were inside. At the start of the path, Caspen looked at her. His face was attentive, his eyes flashing in the dark.

“You will return tomorrow night. Do not be late.”

Without another word, Caspen turned to leave.

“Wait—” she cried despite herself.

He stopped, his back to her.

“Will you think of me?” Tem whispered.

Caspen didn’t turn. She stared at his shoulders, broad and strong in the dark. His silence was absolute; she could hear nothing but the rustlings of the forest around them, overlaid by the pounding of her own heart. He stood there for so long she wondered if he had even heard her. Finally, he said:

“I told you I would.”