Page 77 of Entranced By the Basilisks

Jasper moves away from Ari, the extruded cock slipping halfway inside Ari’s body, and I crawl forward to fill the opening he left. I straddle Ari’s hips and forget all about wanting to see his true form.

“I want you,” I say. “This isn’t the instinct talking. That feels different.”

The horniness before was a clamor of need. This is a steady pulse of desire pulling me in.

For a moment, Ari’s face remains thoughtful as if he’s going to send me away now, but his clawed hands rise and grip my hips. The rasp of his palms there makes my hips rock and my wetness slides against his wetness.

We both groan, but Ari’s grip tenses harder on me.

“I’ve got an amulet in the top drawer. Jasper, get it,” he orders.

“An amulet?” I ask, wanting to keep grinding on him, but his hold on me doesn’t let me.

“Contraceptive,” Ari grits out when I succeed in rubbing against the head of his extruded cock. “As a Chosen you are compatible with us, and it’s not like condoms are really made with my dick in mind.”

I freeze. “I suppose not. How solid is this magic? I’m not looking to lay eggs anytime soon.”

That catches Ari off guard. Jasper recovers first, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he retrieves the jewelry.

Finally, Ari smiles and shakes his head. “The magic is solid. No eggs, I promise.”

The cold metal runs over my neck and Jasper kisses the delicate skin there as he clasps the necklace. He stays there, gripping my waist above Ari’s hands. My breath catches, my body between two men who say they want to share me.

Ari’s grip eases and Jasper moves my body with his, grinding me over his longtime lover.

“Grind on him, Emilia, make it hard for him to control himself and he’ll give you his cock.” The melody of Jasper’s words is just like the moment when he’d brought me back from the panic attack. It’s hypnotizing and warm and secure.

The tip of Ari’s cock is barely exposed now, and I do how Jasper instructs, grinding myself over it. I gasp at the hot slide of it and Ari’s eyes narrow, pleasure and concentration a mix on his face.

I grind against the tease of Ari’s cock and Jasper’s palms run up my body, plucking my nipples.

“So fucking pretty,” Jasper says, his tongue catching the lobe of my ear and I pick up my grinding pace until Ari hisses.

“Fuck, Emilia, I love feeling your wet pussy. Do you want it filled?” Ari asks.

I nod embarrassingly fast and Ari laughs. “Do you think you can handle being filled by me?”

“I can,” I say, the empty pang in my body making me needy. I grind my opening over the head of his cock, without words.

Ari growls. “I think you’ll need some help taking it.” He glances to Jasper and as if he’s given a command, Jasper wraps an arm around my waist, holding me in place while he kisses my neck.

Suddenly it’s as if a giant, hot tongue is penetrating me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp out, but it doesn’t stop the onslaught. Jasper’s grip is tight, and it helps when the flesh of Ari’s cock feeding slows, running out of easy room and stretching me. It’s not a quick thrust. Ari’s jaw grits as he slowly pushes more of himself into my body.

I groan, panic flaring when I look down and realize I haven’t taken the base of him yet. “It’s too much,” I say.

His cock recedes some. “Do you want to stop?”

I pant and Jasper peppers kisses on my neck.

Ari slides his hands up my thighs. “We can stop.”

I shake my head. “I-I don’t want to.”

Ari’s lids lower at my words. His face is sternly sharp. “Breathe through the stretch. I’ll give you a moment to adjust. By the Goddess you are so tight.”

I whimper and rock my hips. “Too tight.”

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