Page 253 of Split or Swallow

Caspen dipped his hands behind her thighs, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist.

I will talk you through it.

Tem wasn’t really listening anymore. His cock was rubbing against her and she could feel her mind going blissfully blank. Maybe Caspen had a point. Sex was natural to her—sex with him even more so. Nothing made her feel more peaceful and alive than being with Caspen.

Are you ready?

Tem nodded.

They both moaned softly as he entered her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he thrust slowly upward, their motions creating ripples in the lake. Tem angled her hips to meet his, letting him all the way in. Caspen pressed kisses to her skin, distracting her from what she knew was to come. Eventually she lost herself in his arms, thinking only of how good he felt inside her.

Every time she became anxious, Caspen would soothe her with his body and his mind. At no point did he let her panic; at no point did he allow her to spiral. Whenever a wave of fear threatened to overtake her, he quelled it.

Focus on me, Tem.

It was not hard to do so.

Their bodies were pressed together—two beings becoming one. Caspen pulled her closer with every thrust, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Every time his hips met hers, her clitoris throbbed.

I want it, Caspen.

I know you do.

He was thrusting faster, his eyes turning black.

I want it.

So take it.

He was growing in the same way he had during the ritual—his cock becoming bigger and harder and ridged. Only this time Tem wanted to take it—was going to take it. She clawed at the edges of her mind, feeling for the same vibration of power she felt in Caspen’s.

You can do it, Tem. Join me. Be with me.

There was pain interlaced with the pleasure now, coursing through her in shards of fractured lightning.

I know you can do it.

Caspen believed in her. Caspen knew she could do it.

Let go for me, Tem.

There was nothing she wanted more.

Let go.

Tem let go.

Everything in her plunged at once. The lake disappeared. There was no water, no cavern, no Caspen. Tem was no longer there, no longer solid. Instead she was soaring toward something that she recognized—something familiar, yet new. Something real.

Caspen was still inside her. But the place where she took him was changing—turning into something that could accommodate the most powerful version of him. She heard a hiss, and realized it was her own.

Look at me, Tem.

Tem’s eyes flew open.

For the first time, she saw Caspen in his true form. He was beautiful—far more beautiful than he was as a human—more beautiful, surely, than the gods. His body was covered in sleek black scales, shinier than the facets of a diamond, reflecting and refracting light in a kaleidoscopic waterfall. She stared into his eyes—eyes she no longer feared—eyes that had seen the worst parts of her and always loved her anyway.