Page 197 of Between Two Kings

The flush deepened.

At her reaction, Caspen said, “Shall I ask them for you?”

Tem hesitated. She only wanted Caspen right now. But perhaps that was actually a reason to do this. Caspen could not touch her; they could not have sex. But he needed to be strong tomorrow, and the only way to gain power was through sex. If he could not have it with Tem, at least he could watch her with someone else.

Before Tem could stop herself, she nodded.

The moment she did so, a flash of pride illuminated Caspen’s face. He immediately crossed to the couple, who pulled momentarily apart. Tem watched as they listened, joy lighting up their eyes. Caspen turned to her, extending his hand, clearly indicating for her to approach.

She couldn’t believe the enthusiasm with which the men embraced her, lifting her so she was suspended between them, her legs around one, the other behind her. Caught between two men, an illustration of her actual circumstances.

They did not enter her mind. Only Caspen was here with her, and Tem waited for his permission to begin. With a nod, he gave it.

Tem turned her head to the man in front of her. He watched her with anticipation, his eyes wide and trusting, his hands securely around her waist.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his.

He returned her kiss gently, matching her pace. The man behind her found her clitoris, applying pressure, rubbing in sensual circles.

Good, Tem.

The three of them found a rhythm together, kissing and touching in tandem. Tem felt as secure in their arms as she would in Caspen’s, his presence steady and dominating in her mind.

Now let them fuck you.

Tem would have let them do anything. It was her sole goal to obey Caspen in this moment, to let him tell her what to do. She wanted nothing but the simple pleasure of pleasing him. It was the least she could do considering what he was about to do for her.

The basilisk behind her entered her first. Tem didn’t stop kissing the basilisk before her, didn’t break rhythm even as his cock slid deep into her center, stretching her. She was wet for them; she was ready. Still, it had been a long time since she’d taken a cock that wasn’t Caspen’s, and she found herself imagining whether it would be like this during the third tier, when she would ride her contenders all in a row.

Tem gasped as the basilisk behind her pulled out suddenly. Then the basilisk before her entered her, and all was once more right in the world. She turned her head to kiss the man behind her, letting them both do anything they pleased. They touched her everywhere: on her waist, her ass, her breasts. Having two sets of hands dedicated solely to her was stimulation like Tem had never known. She leaned into it all, arching her back to meet them, desperate to feel every inch of deliverance.

Caspen oversaw it all, his presence looming larger than the mountain itself, their generous ruler. He touched himself while the men fucked her, stroking his cock to the rhythm of their thrusts. Tem felt his presence in her mind so strongly, he may as well have been inside her. He was just as involved as the basilisks were, directing them with his thoughts. The moment a desire occurred to Tem, they would immediately perform it. When she wanted them to kiss her, they kissed her. When she wanted her neck squeezed, they squeezed it. And Tem returned the favor in kind. When Caspen told her to do something, she did it.

Kiss him.

She did so.

Put your hand on his chest.

She put it there.

Tilt your head back. Let me see your neck.

Tem let him see whatever he wanted to see—her in any position, getting fucked any way he wanted. The basilisks were deliberate, holding her between them as they alternated their cocks, sometimes for minutes at a time, sometimes for a single, sharp thrust before pulling out and letting the other in. All of them moved in sync, existing in a space without time, existing only to feel. Tem could barely breathe, and she didn’t want to anyway. She wanted only to be filled—to be taken right here, in the banquet hall, for everyone to see. It would never be enough for Tem: two cocks or even three. Her basilisk side was insatiable, begging for excess, only ever wanting more.

Tem knew Caspen wanted more too. Some part of him liked this—some part of him wanted the tournament to happen. It was an honor for their marriage to be contested—an honor for his wife to be desirable. But most of all, Tem knew he wanted to win. She could see it in his eyes, in the possessive way he watched while the other basilisks brought her closer to orgasm. Every stroke of their fingers made her moan—every brush of their lips sent her straight to the edge. She could stay like this forever, wrapped around their bodies like moss on a tree.

Eventually, Tem couldn’t take any more. Caspen’s eyes had been black for a long time now; smoke rose from his shoulders. All of them were close, and all of them wanted it. The basilisk behind her was thrusting relentlessly, pushing Tem against the basilisk in front of her, pushing them all toward release. Beside them, Caspen’s strokes were quickening, his cock straining against his grip. He was so stunning to Tem. She wanted to taste him. She wanted it inside her.

On my count, Tem.

Caspen’s mind was guiding hers, pulling her right along with him.

Three.

The basilisk behind her thrust deep—deeper than she thought was possible.

Two.