Page 211 of Between Two Kings

He looked just like his brother—the same proud chin, the same disdainful sneer. Tem had no interest in giving Eros more than a second of her time. So that was exactly what she did. Without hesitation, she sat on his cock, gave him two condescending thrusts, then stood again. Jeers and laughter emanated from the crowd. Eros’s face darkened. She knew she had insulted him and she did not care. She turned to Rowe, prepared to do the same to him.

But something gave her pause.

His golden cock was erect, just as the other cocks had been. But his was no ordinary cock. Tem sensed the power in it—a force that matched the force in her. It drew her in, luring her like a siren lured a sailor to sea. It was hardly the first cock she’d ridden, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But it would be the only metal one—the only one not made of flesh and blood. Her basilisk side could not resist its draw. Rowe was on his back, his eyes locked on hers, daring her to mount him. Whether out of morbid curiosity or actual desire, Tem did so slowly.

She remembered the first time she’d touched Caspen’s cock—how warm and hard and strong it had felt. Rowe’s cock was nothing like that. His was unnaturally stiff and impossibly smooth, as if she were lowering herself onto a metal pole. Tem strained to take it. It wasn’t lost on her that Rowe had made it larger than his original cock had been. Pitiful.

Tem couldn’t imagine crafting herself a new cunt. Would she make hers differently? If it were up to Caspen, she knew he wouldn’t want her to change a thing. Her pussy was perfect; he’d told her that a hundred times. Leo had said the same. Their words had healed the part of her that felt insufficient—the girl who was afraid she’d never be kissed. That girl was nowhere to be found now.

Now she was a woman, and she was fucking eleven men in a row. Now she allowed herself to sink onto Rowe’s golden cock with a languid sigh, taking every inch of the metal as if it were the real thing. The moment she was seated, Rowe entered her mind. It wasn’t forceful; Tem let him in. She wanted to hear what he had to say.

Do you like my cock, Temperance?

It’s not a cock.

Then what is it?

It’s a plaything. A toy.

And yet you ride it as if it were the real thing.

I’m required to ride it.

Not for this long.

It was true; she’d already been on him for longer than she’d ridden his stupid brother. It will never compare to the real thing.

Rowe’s hands were on her hips, gripping her skin, keeping her tight against his body. It is as real as anyone else’s. I draw from it the same way you draw from yourself.

What do you mean, you draw from it?

By crafting it from my own blood, I created something infinite. Something limitless.

What’s that supposed to mean?

It means I am your equal, Temperance.

You. Fucking. Wish. Tem accentuated each of her words with a thrust of her hips. Rowe was not her equal. He never would be. You are nothing like me. You’re pathetic.

If I am so pathetic, why not stand up? Why do you linger?

Why indeed. Part of Tem wanted to stand up. But the other part couldn’t. The other part was drawn to Rowe’s cock because it was a source of power in and of itself. It felt inexplicably good in her core, filling her the way the other cocks didn’t.

Stand up, Temperance. Show me how pathetic I am.

But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to, and they both knew it. Tem was going to see this through. Tem was going to come.

She thought of the council meeting—how Rowe had kissed her center until she came. She pictured Caspen’s hand on the back of his head, holding him against her. It only made her wetter.

Careful, Temperance. What if your heart calls to me?

It never would.

It might. You are drawn to power, are you not?

You know nothing about me.

I know you love that wretch of a human.