Page 25 of Split or Swallow

As these thoughts were thundering through her head, Caspen drew away.

“Sit up,” he said.

Tem did so, her brown eyes on his golden ones. His skin was glowing in the firelight, as if the blaze originated from inside his body.

“Give me your hand,” Caspen said.

Tem held out her hand and he took it in his. He touched the tips of her fingers against the end of his cock.

“Do you know what this part is called?” he asked.

“No,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. He was so hard she was having trouble concentrating.

“It is the head,” he said. “See how it curves?” he brushed her fingers over the tip. “It is sensitive to a man.”

Tem felt the smooth dome. It was shaped like a mushroom, and just as soft.

“Like a clitoris,” she said.

Instead of answering, his grasp on her fingers loosened, which Tem took as tacit permission to explore.

Slowly, she trailed her fingers down the shaft of his cock, feeling every vein that ran along his intimidating length. She brushed her fingertips all the way from the base to the head, then back down again. She touched even lower, cupping his balls in her hand, filling her palm with them and squeezing gently. Once again, she was struck by the inaccuracy of the statues at church. If that depiction of manhood was to be believed, balls were three quarters of the package.

Caspen watched her as she touched him, completely unfazed. He didn’t seem to be in any sort of hurry, content to simply let her explore him at her own pace. She supposed that nothing surprised him at this point—he must’ve seen everything there was to see over the course of years of teaching.

Tem, on the other hand, was very fazed.

Caspen was the only man she had seen naked in person. And technically, he wasn’t even a man. Even so, she felt quite sure that other men couldn’t possibly be equipped the way Caspen was. She placed two fingers tentatively along his length. Two fingers was what she used to touch herself, and Caspen’s cock was far longer and thicker than that. She literally couldn’t imagine it inside her.

“It will fit,” Caspen said quietly. Her eyes flicked up to his. “If that is what you are worried about.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, that’s…good.”

He tilted his head. “You do not believe me.”

“No, I—” she pulled her hand away in embarrassment, “—it’s just…”

Caspen leaned forward.

“What is it, Tem?”

He was looking at her with genuine curiosity, which she found rather unnerving. It was overwhelming to have those intense golden eyes on her, and Tem felt her face flush under his gaze.

“It seems like it’ll hurt.”

His expression softened. He leaned in even further, and the temperature of the air rose between them.

“I will make sure it does not. Your first time may be difficult, but you have nothing to fear.”

Tem bristled at his assumption that it would be her first time. Even if he was right.

“I’m not scared,” she said sharply.

But she didn’t know if that was true. All she could think about was how Vera had been having sex for years. How was it that Tem was so far behind? She squared her shoulders.

“Teach me how to touch you.”

The words were not a question, and at them, Caspen’s expression shifted from something like mild curiosity to…pride. But that couldn’t be right. Before Tem had time to identify it properly, the basilisk took her hand in his, wrapping her fingers around his cock so they were holding it together. Then he guided her hand first up and then down, rubbing the shaft from base to tip just one single time, as if to show her how the motion would go. Then he squeezed their hands tighter and increased the pace, stroking in a steady, quick rhythm. Tem knew this was what Vera had done with Jonathan under the bridge, and at church. But Tem couldn’t imagine that Jonathan’s cock looked anything like Caspen’s.