Page 100 of Kneel Before Me

“Will you let me return the favor?” she whispered against his lips.

Kronos let out a tortured sigh. “Daphne…”

He was already hard; she could feel his cock pressing against her center. She knew he wanted to say yes. But would he? “Please?”

The word seemed to ignite something in him. His grip tightened. “I could hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“It is not safe.”

“Neither is this.” She brushed her fingers down his torso, and he shuddered. “But we are doing it anyway.”

Her fingers went lower, slipping into his trousers. She felt the very beginning of his cock. “Am I never to see this part of you?” she whispered. “Ever?” Daphne remembered the glimpse she’d gotten the first time she came to his chambers. It was not enough for her. She wrapped her hand around him. Her fingers barely touched.

Kronos closed his eyes. A muscle twitched in his jaw. It was exhilarating to see him like this—utterly affected by her.

“Please,” she whispered one last time. If begging was what it took, she would do so gladly.

He opened his eyes. Without a word, he took Daphne’s wrist and gently removed her hand from his cock. Then he sat up, untied his trousers, and pulled them off. He knelt before her. The sight of his cock took Daphne’s breath away. It was nothing like the ones she’d seen before—nobody she had ever been with beneath the bridge could hope to compare to him. Humans could not contend with the physical superiority of the basilisks—never again would she be impressed by the negligible bulge in a villager’s pants. This was a man. And he was beautiful.

His cock was thick and long and hard, perfectly raised to reveal the generous swell of his balls. A latticework of veins stood out on his lower abdomen, leading to the base of his cock and continuing down the shaft. Daphne could do nothing but stare. She was aware that time was passing, but it was of no concern to her. Something told her Kronos would sit there until she was ready. Slowly, she reached out, gently touching a single finger to the underside of his cock. The smoke around them thickened. Daphne moved her finger slowly, tracing up his shaft until she reached the head. A drop of precum gleamed there.

“Kronos,” she whispered. “Will you hold my hair?”

“Of course,” he whispered back, his voice so hoarse she could barely hear him.

He gathered her hair in his hand, twisting it gently into a bundle at the nape of her neck. As soon as it was secured, Daphne leaned down, touching only her tongue to the head of his cock, swirling the drop of precum into her mouth. Kronos shuddered. Her hand was on his thigh; she could feel the tension in his body—the tightness in his muscles. She wanted to relieve that tension. Taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, she sucked slowly, savoring the experience. She’d barely started, yet Kronos was already groaning. She could have listened to that noise forever. Knowing she had caused it only made it that much sweeter.

It was nothing like the head she’d given to so many of the village boys underneath the bridge. That had been cursory—routine, even, with no feeling behind it. Simply a means to an end and always with their pleasure in mind in favor of hers. Now Daphne took a different approach. Now her goal was not only to pleasure him, but to pleasure herself in turn. She knew Kronos would want it that way.

It was time to take more of him, although she had no idea how. His cock was so thick that Daphne genuinely doubted she could manage to fit more than half of it down her throat. She decided to use her hands in tandem with her mouth, wrapping them both around the base, forming a circle. Once she had him in place she dipped her head as low as it could go, rotating her hands at the same time so that his entire cock was stimulated. She barely heard him gasp; she was too focused on the task at hand. Up and down, up and down. It was a motion she knew well, and she performed it flawlessly. She worked around him, using her hands as well as her mouth, knowing that to a man, the sensation was all the same.

Daphne closed her eyes, savoring the experience. Kronos held her hair the entire time, gently keeping it away from her face. She knew how difficult it must have been for him to remain in control. She knew he wanted to grab her jaw and thrust relentlessly into her mouth. Perhaps she would let him do that later. But for now, they worked in tandem, following her pace in a steady rhythm. Despite his size, eventually she got better at taking him. She wondered what it would be like when he came. She couldn’t wait to taste him. She wanted to swallow—to consume the purest part of him, to find out if he tasted as good as he looked.

Her muscles were loose now, her throat relaxed. It was possible to take more of him, and Daphne did just that, removing her hands and dipping her head even lower. Above her, Kronos shifted. The hand that wasn’t holding her hair traced the length of her spine, following it all the way down the cleft of her ass to her dripping center. He leaned forward, his body shifting above hers. Then he was fingering her. They were connected in an unbroken link. His cock was all the way down her throat; Daphne could no longer move her head—Kronos was thrusting into her mouth steadily, setting his own pace. She could do nothing but breathe through it. She’d never been held in place like this before, completely surrounded—using and being used.

He touched her to the same rhythm as his thrusts. It was heaven to be penetrated in two places at once. She succumbed to the motion of it, reaching a state of total peace. It was in that state that her orgasm began to build.

Daphne was safe in the grip of the man she cared for—the man who she knew cared for her. His fingers moved to her clitoris, rubbing against it in purposeful circles. She could feel the air against her wetness, cooling it. The sensation was so different than the heat all around her—the contrast pushing her past the point of self-control. She spread her legs even more, communicating in the only way she could, desperate for everything she knew he could give her. His cock was all the way down her throat; she could not be more full. It was time to come.

Daphne felt her climax first in her core, in the tension that appeared there. Then it hit her center, and she lost herself to it. Tension released; she went limp with relief. A single tear leaked down her cheek. Immediately, Kronos’s thrusts sped up. Daphne remembered that it turned him on to make her come. That was certainly not something she’d encountered before. In her experience, men did not care whether she came. For Kronos, it was all he cared about. When she was with him, she always came first.

“Stay still, Daphne,” Kronos murmured.

Daphne was happy to do it. She wanted to give him everything he wanted. Here, filled with Kronos’s cock, she could hardly remember why she’d vowed not to have sex again until she was in love. Why bother with love when sex felt so good? Why couldn’t she feel pleasure for pleasure’s sake?

“Daphne,” he groaned. “Daphne.”

She knew it meant he was close, and she moaned around his cock as his fingers returned to her wetness, plunging deep into her center—so deep she nearly saw stars. Then his fingers moved, touching her in the other place where it was possible to take a cock. Daphne had taken one there before. Sometimes it was preferable, given the inability to get pregnant from that particular act. She’d also found it was the easiest way to seduce a man.

And Daphne would let Kronos do anything. She wanted him inside her in any way he would allow.

His fingers went deeper. Daphne breathed through her nose as he thrust into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. He was unbelievably hard; Daphne had given enough head to know that meant he was just moments away. Sure enough, on the next thrust, Kronos came. His cum was warm and smooth, sliding down her throat easier than honey. She swallowed it all eagerly, demonstrating her devotion the best way she knew how. She imagined him coming deep in her center, on her tits, on her back. What an honor it would be to have any part of him on her skin.

Daphne released him slowly, sliding his cock out of her mouth so she could feel every inch as it left her. She also knew Kronos was watching and wanted to give him a show.

“Fuck,” Kronos breathed.