{"id":3526,"date":"2017-12-16T11:59:32","date_gmt":"2017-12-16T11:59:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=3526"},"modified":"2023-02-20T06:12:34","modified_gmt":"2023-02-20T11:12:34","slug":"basilisks-creed-chapter-twelve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/basilisks-creed-chapter-twelve\/","title":{"rendered":"The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Twelve"},"content":{"rendered":"

Just One Question\u2026<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n

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Before I can form another thought, my mind shuts down against my will, racing in ecstasy while my dick jumps like it\u2019s on a fucking trampoline.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I\u2019m powerless to stop it.<\/span><\/p>\n

All of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the first time in a long, long <\/em>time, I remember what it feels like to have almost no control.<\/span><\/p>\n

Over my surroundings or <\/em>myself.<\/span><\/p>\n

I have to ball my fists tightly as I continue to behold this strange, intriguing human girl, gritting my teeth against the intense, almost dangerous wave of pleasure threatening to ambush me.<\/span><\/p>\n

What the hell is happening to me\u2026?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

All I can focus on is her<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

The way she looks.<\/span><\/p>\n

The way she smells.<\/span><\/p>\n

The way she probably tastes\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly, I want nothing more than to pin her down on the floor, shove that oversized gown up her thighs, and fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know why. And I have no particular reason to want to.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I\u2026do<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

I just really, \u0935\u093e\u0938\u094d\u0924\u0935 \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/em> \u0915\u0930\u0928\u093e\u0964<\/span><\/p>\n

Fuck! What the <\/em>hell is this chick doing to me?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I fall into autopilot again, steeling myself against the crude desires taking root in my head.<\/span><\/p>\n

Scratch that.<\/span><\/p>\n

In both <\/em>my heads.<\/span><\/p>\n

I feign calmness while holding my end of our ongoing conversation\u2014well, argument<\/em>, as the case is now\u2014enjoying every word she utters more than the previous and literally basking in her aroma.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never worked so hard to hold my composure in all my eons of existence. I feel so flustered I can hardly believe it. I can\u2019t remember the last time I\u2019ve been so out of my element like this.<\/span><\/p>\n

For crying out loud, you were nicknamed after a shark!<\/em> I bellow inside, wanting nothing more than to shake myself profusely. Sharks sure as hell don\u2019t get stupefied like this! <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I need to gain some more control of myself and of this situation. Like, right now<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d I ask, realizing how important that detail is.<\/span><\/p>\n

She frowns. \u201cWhat\u2019s yours<\/em>?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

If I wasn\u2019t so focused on trying not to blow my load, I\u2019d have laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

This girl is cheeky.<\/span><\/p>\n

One normally wouldn\u2019t expect that from just looking at her. She seems so innocent; so young and child-like.<\/span><\/p>\n

We keep going back and forth, comebacks and witty remarks flying from between each other\u2019s lips, exchanging words as though we\u2019re in a competitive, flirtatious dance.<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel myself losing control again, sensing my deeper perversions taking over, and I can\u2019t stop myself from thinking of all the lewd things I want to do to her.<\/span><\/p>\n

At some point, I vaguely I hear myself tell her I\u2019m a Reaper, the admission leaving my lips easily.<\/span><\/p>\n

Too easily.<\/span><\/p>\n

It feels almost inconsequential.<\/span><\/p>\n

And with that revelation, I sense her conflicting emotions; fear, confusion, disbelief\u2026arousal<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her scent blooms again, and I swear to god I have to adjust my posture to keep myself from falling over.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jesus fucking Christ\u2026 <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s just too <\/em>fucking good.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stare at her dead on, my eyes boring into hers mercilessly. I know I seem intimidating when I look at people so intently. I\u2019ve been told so by close friends and my Reaper comrades alike on more than a few occasions. Even my mother has mentioned it at some point.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I can\u2019t take my eyes off at her.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I here I thought <\/em>she was the one gawking before. <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m probably going to scare her out of her mind if I keep looking at her the way I am.<\/span><\/p>\n

But, surprisingly, she just stares right back at me, her own eyes wide and unsure, glazed with her increasing arousal.<\/span><\/p>\n

I practically beam with joy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, god, yes! That\u2019s what I want to see. <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Keep looking at me like that, baby, and I don\u2019t know <\/em>what I\u2019ll do.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Without thinking, I reach for her, running my hand down the side of her face. Her skin is gorgeous, smooth and warm and soft.<\/span><\/p>\n

I want to run my hands on other parts of her body that I\u2019m sure are smooth and warm and soft as well, but settle for lightly playing in her hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her mane is impressive; the large, dense mass covering her head in a multitude of tiny, identical curls. Each one is soft and springy, the carefree texture of Earthly cotton, and its naturally dark color complements her large eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

God, she really does remind me of a kitten.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Abruptly, I picture myself yanking on it as I fuck her from behind, pounding into her pussy until she sobs with pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Impulsively, I back her up against the podium in an attempt to get as close to her as possible without touching her further, trying to take in more of her scent.<\/span><\/p>\n

I know I\u2019m probably making her uncomfortable and definitely <\/em>violating her personal space, but I can\u2019t seem to bring myself to back away. Sure as fuck don\u2019t \u091a\u093e\u0939\u0924\u0947 \u0939\u0948\u0902 <\/em>\u092a\u094d\u0930\u0924\u093f\u0964<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a pretty scent, kitten,\u201d I say, inhaling again. \u201cI like it\u2026I like it a \u092c\u0939\u0941\u0924<\/em>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u092d\u0917\u0935\u093e\u0928<\/em>, I want to rip her gown off and lick her pussy dry. I haven\u2019t felt so sexually desperate in\u2026well\u2026\u0915\u092d\u0940<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

I just can\u2019t understand how a simple mortal\u2019s scent and voice can do this to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Another wave of arousal from her tells me that she feels the same way.<\/span><\/p>\n

And, thus, I reach the limits of my self-control.<\/span><\/p>\n

Without thinking about it, I do something that neither of us is prepared for.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2026kiss her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Holy Basilisk of the Reapers\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

She tastes\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Divine<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her lips are so soft, and even though they\u2019re slightly tense\u2014no doubt in shock\u2014their warmth is remarkable, a by-product of the frantic blood rush in her body.<\/span><\/p>\n

It takes all the restraint and discipline I have in me to keep from biting and sucking on them.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to scare the bejesus out of her or have her run off because I can\u2019t keep my shit together. The last thing I want is for her to think I\u2019m some over-sized kid who\u2019s just hit puberty. And so, the gentleman in me that I\u2019m trying so hard to revive ends the brief kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pull back reluctantly, staring at her again as I wait for a reaction. The analyst in me tries to gauge what she\u2019ll do next but, strangely, I can\u2019t come up with anything. I don\u2019t know if she\u2019ll take off spooked, slit my throat, or kiss me back.<\/span><\/p>\n

However, she does the one thing I didn\u2019t consider:<\/span><\/p>\n

Absolutely nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kitty-Cat just stands there.<\/span><\/p>\n

Saying nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Breathing heavily.<\/span><\/p>\n

Watching me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I study her face, silently asking for her approval of what I very much want to keep doing to her. But her eyes seem unsure, guarded, with elements of wariness poking through her previously relaxed demeanor.<\/span><\/p>\n

What is she so nervous ab\u2014<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I suddenly think of a possible reason for her renewed show of wariness. I\u2019m not even sure what answer I expect. Or want, <\/em>for that matter.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still\u2026I have to ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you a virgin?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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