Page 232 of Kneel Before Me

And just like that, she was coming.

Daphne threw her head back in triumph, crying out just as Kronos cried out too. She felt his cum release inside her, and she wondered if he could feel hers too. Without prompting, she leaned forward, dragging herself deliberately up and down his cock so she could enjoy every single inch, working her clitoris against his stomach, shuddering as she did so. When she had finally drawn every bit of pleasure she could, she leaned forward, pressing herself against his torso. Kronos’s arms wrapped around her, drawing her even closer. He was still inside her.

“Daphne,” he whispered. “How do you feel?”

There was nothing to say but the truth. “Incredible.”

The difference was extraordinary. Before they’d had sex, it was as if the world were going dark, the color drained from her surroundings. Now she felt alive. Even Kronos looked more beautiful than he usually did—his skin was luminous, his eyes bright. Daphne was suddenly struck by an urge to cry. They had been through so much together, and now they were finally here, intertwined, safe in each other’s arms.

Daphne pressed her lips to his shoulder, murmuring against his skin, “I can’t believe how much I love you.”

Somehow it was easier to say it without looking him directly in the eye. But Kronos took her chin in his hand, pulling her face to his. “However much you love me,” he whispered, “it is but a fraction of what I feel for you.”

Perhaps a couple weeks ago she wouldn’t have believed him. But Kronos was someone whose word meant something. He did not speak rashly. He’d known long ago what she had only recently been willing to admit: They were made for each other. Kronos had given his heart to her, and now Daphne had given him hers in return.

“It hurts,” she whispered.

He frowned. “What does?”

“The way I feel for you. It…almost feels like pain.”

Kronos sighed. “I am in pain too. But only when you are not around. Only when I think about what life would be like without you by my side. Love is not pain. The absence of the person you love is.”

Daphne nodded. She knew exactly what he meant. Whenever she thought about losing Kronos, an abyss opened in her chest. If she knew him at all, she knew he felt the same.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispered.

“You never will.”

He kissed her. They kissed for a long time, losing themselves in each other. Eventually, Daphne realized his cock was hard inside her. She sat up.

“You’re ready to go again?”

Kronos smiled up at her. “I am always ready.”

“That’s…extraordinary.”

“It is hardly an accolade.” He was sitting up too, pressing his lips to her neck. “All basilisks are capable of it.”

“Still,” Daphne muttered. She’d certainly been with her share of excitable village boys. It hardly took a moment to get them in the mood. But they were usually only good for one round. After that they fell asleep, if they even stuck around at all. Something else occurred to Daphne—something Kronos had told her the first night of the Ranking.

“Kronos,” she said as he kissed up her neck. “You said you had an ability that you’d show me when I was ready.”

She felt him smile. Then without warning, he rolled so he was on top of her, pulling out of her center and replacing his cock with his fingers. He touched her already tender clitoris.

“And you think you are ready?”

Daphne giggled as he nipped her ear. “Yes.”

“Mmm.” He was still fingering her, his body covering hers. “Is what we have already done not enough?”

Daphne pushed him back, looking him in the eye. She knew he was making fun of her, using a teasing tone. But she was eager to know this part of him—every part of him.

“I want to see,” she insisted.

The corner of his mouth turned up. “You do not even know what it is.”

“So show me.”