“It’s supposed to, love.”
“Can we stop now?”
“You know what to say if you want me to stop. Otherwise, I keep going until I think we’re done.”
I punctuated my point by digging the tip of the dagger into his skin, making a deeper puncture, shorter in length.
“I won’t say that,” he mumbled.
“Beg me to stop all you want, then. I won’t.”
And beg he did. I moved my knife back up to his chest, playing dangerously close to his neck with the blade. He was tensed and struggling to get away from it, tears leaking from his eyes after a quick succession of shallow slashes. I only gave him a short break, long enough to grind my hips down against his cock and get him hard again.
By the time I considered giving him mercy, he was a mess of snot and tears, my hands sticky with blood. The mattress beneath us was irreparably stained, and the coppery scent of blood was so heavy I was surprised no one had interrupted us.
Spoke too soon.
The door opened without a knock, Abraxas slithering in with his eyes closed and his nose in the air. I cleared my throat. His eyes snapped open, focusing on the mess we were lying in. “How does he get off on this?” he asked, tone dry.
Instead of leaving, he curled in on himself until the entire length of his thick tail was inside with him, then closed the door. He stayed across the room from us, watching and waiting for an answer. I shrugged and looked at Kirin. His cheeks were dark again, avoiding eye contact with our new guest. The position he was in was vulnerable, but if he told Abraxas to leave, he would.
“I like the control, OK? She controls me even though she’s smaller.”
Abraxas was confused, his eyebrows scrunching up as he carefully slid closer. “The woman is a quarter of your size. You could kill her in an instant, as could I.”
“It’s not about that.”
To someone as straightforward as Abraxas, explaining what itwasabout would go right over his head. I gestured him closer. “I didn’t understand at first either. Come and watch. I was about to give him mercy, but I can go a little longer for your benefit. Are you OK with that, Kirin?”
“Whatever you want, princess,” he said. He turned his head to avoid our audience.
Grabbing his chin, I tugged his head to look at me again. “If you’re going to do this, I want you to know we have an audience. You’re allowed to say no.”
He grunted. “He’s going to judge me.”
“I judge you regardless,” Abraxas said.
“And if he watches, he’ll understand more about why you like this,” I added.
His messy face was on full display for Abraxas to watch, my fingers smearing blood along his chin to mix with the tears. “He can watch. I’m really fine with it, I promise.”
Kirin didn’t look particularly fine with it, but I trusted his judgment. Ultimately, he’d made the choice and could change his mind at any time. “Abraxas, if he says kiwi at any point, please leave.”
“I don’t know what kiwi is, but I suppose the syllables are distinct enough that I’ll hear when he says it.”
Dear Ixaris, this basilisk grew up sheltered from normal society. And tropical fruits, apparently. I decided not to launch into an explanation.
Settling myself over Kirin again, I traced the blade along his forearm first. Abraxas watched, hunching over so his face was close to the wound. Kirin’s noises were muted. He was trying to hold them back while our company was here. The dagger sliced his chest next, and Abraxas followed the movement, inhaling deeply. I made a few more cuts until he couldn’t hold back his noises anymore, whining and asking me to stop.
“Aren’t you going to stop?”
“Not until he says the safe word.”
When I sliced along the side of his torso again, across his ribs, his back arched off the bed and he was panting. Abraxas leaned in to examine the wound, like he had with all the ones before it, but this time his tongue shot out. The forked tip traced along the wound, lapping up the blood, its length significantly longer than a normal tongue would be.
My breath hitched, and Kirin choked on his shock. His body arched into the touch. I reached out after a few seconds to place a bloody hand on Abraxas’ shoulder, pushing him gently back. He looked at me with pitch black eyes before grabbing my hand and sucking the bloody fingers into his mouth.
“You need to ask before you do things like that,” I whispered, hips grinding down against Kirin’s cock subconsciously, captivated by the sucking.
