Page 61 of Hadley House
“I have the bottom half of a serpent. Not a snake.”
As far as I knew, serpent was another word for snake, but I’d admit it sounded more regal and fitting of a half-basilisk. “Clearly they areverydifferent things.”
He hissed softly, but it didn’t sound menacing. It sounded pouty. “I don’t know why you need to know, but I have a cock.”
“And where do you hide it?”
His arms crossed over his chest. He avoided eye contact. “There’s… a pouch.”
“Are you going to show me your cock pouch?”
Abraxas grumbled under his breath, and Bennett chuckled. “He’s very protective of his pouch. It’s a sensitive spot for basilisks,” he said. “Can I show her, Abby?”
He nodded jerkily, keeping his arms crossed. Bennett slid forward on the couch until he could wrap one arm around Abraxas’ torso, the other coming down to stroke a spot a few centimetres below where his human skin morphed to soft scales. The little mewl that came out of the basilisk was adorable, and so out of character I glanced at Waylon to make sure it wasn’t him.
Bennett’s fingers massaged the magic spot until Abraxas was a mess of whimpers and moans, and then the scales began to part. A throbbing tip poked through the parted scales, pulsing and growing until a slick cock jutted out from his body. The member was similar to a human cock, but different. For one, the base and his balls were covered in soft pine green scales, much like the rest of his body. Plus, he’d come out coated in some kind of slick substance, like built in lube. He had a foreskin, but it was looser than what I’d seen before, able to be pushed all the way down to reveal the sensitive skin beneath.
“Interesting, right?” Waylon said. He was staring hungrily at Abraxas’ cock. “The first time he showed us, I couldn’t get enough of it.”
It was interesting, but I didn’t want to treat Abraxas like he was only there for my viewing pleasure or to satisfy my curiosity about what a basilisk cock looked like. “Does he taste good?” I asked, eying the slick substance.
“He tastes like tropical fruit,” Bennett said.
I glanced at him, rolling my eyes. “Sure he does.”
“Not kidding. Taste him.”
There was no way Abraxas’ body produced a substance that tasted like tropical fruit. They were fucking with me for sure, but I wanted to suck him, so I’d humour them. “Are you OK if I taste you?” I asked him.
He nodded. His face was flushed, and he was trembling. Bennett’s hand still massaged the one small area that seemed to be the trigger to release his cock. I leaned in tentatively and swiped my tongue along the swollen head.
Flavour exploded on my taste buds. Mango and pineapple, with a hint of saltiness.
“Holy shit.”
“Right? Waylon will guzzle Abraxas’ cum any chance he gets to satisfy his sweet tooth,” Bennett said.
Waylon made a noise of dissent, but didn’t verbally deny it. I couldn’t blame him for wanting more of this. My tongue slid down the rest of his length, stroking around his scaled balls and coming back up the other side. Somehow, this was the best thing I’d tasted since being locked up in Hadley House. And that was counting everything I’d taken from Felix’s secret stash.
Abraxas jerked, Bennett’s arm holding him back from moving much. His hand came down to push me back, though, and I slid back to lean on the couch, pulling Waylon back into my lap. “Sorry,” he hissed. “I…”
“His cock is extra sensitive because it’s all tucked up inside him. Nothing ever so much as grazes it, and he won’t take it out often for us, either. If you suck him, he’ll come.”
I wanted him to, but he wanted to hold off for the time being. Hopefully by the end, he would let me savour him more. “We’ll do it later, then.”
Everyone was silent for a moment. Sexual tension zapped between all of us, but no one seemed to know how to make the first move. Should I grab Bennett again? He’d been the one I’d been planning on fucking. Having the rest of the household here was a surprise, and a bit intimidating.
When Waylon buried his face against my clothed breasts and I groaned, the tension was broken and everyone moved at once. Bennett lunged forward and grabbed the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head. I was left in nothing more than the simple white slip I wore underneath, completely see through and without a bra. I didn’t always need one, with my small tits.
Not that Waylon minded. His lips attached to one of my visible nipples, wetting the material and sucking. My lips parted on a wispy moan and Bennett took advantage of the moment to draw me into another kiss. He distracted me from everything going on around us until Waylon shifted on my lap, lifting each leg and pressing his hips back.
Abraxas was behind him, hands palming his now bare ass. I was transfixed by the sight of him, blinking in surprise when he buried his face against Waylon’s hole.
I’d known people ate ass, but I’d never seen anyone actually do it. The act was more of a concept in my mind than a reality, until now. Waylon enjoyed it, though, if the low wail he let out was any indication. He switched his mouth to my other breast and I arched into it, Bennett drawing me back into the kiss.
If his kisses hadn’t been so arousing, I might have pouted. I wanted to watch.
“Zan, come over here,” Kirin grunted from the opposite couch, where he still sat with his cock in hand.
