Page 21 of Bianca and the Monsters

As I gape, the possibly singeing cock in question rises to attention and just about doubles in size.

With a Herculean effort, I raise my gaze to meet Pennie’s sexy, steamy, and amused eyes. Only then does he say, “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

“Yes, we will,” I croon and then look to Bastien, whose feathers catch the reflections from the jewels, making him look like a very happy, lit sparkler. “Bastien needs you and I want to watch, and then maybe participate, if that’s appropriate.”

Our song—it’s ours now, in my mind at least—takes on a thumping edge, more driving.

“It’s appropriate,” Bastien says breathily, his yearning stronger now, “for you to be part of every aspect of my life for as long as you want.”

I set my hands on his incredibly soft, feathered cheeks, staring into his opalescent eyes. “You are going to explain everything I want to know after we’re done here. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, leaning toward me, his arousal peaking.

I grin. “You like when I’m bossy too, don’t you?”

“Definitely.”

“Alright then.” I place my hands on my hips. “Go getnastywith that glistening dude over there and drive me wild.”

Bastien is glowing as he bows to me and walks toward Pennie. I glance around the enormous cavern, noticing the massive bed in the center, comfortable-looking chairs near it, and in the distance what appears to be a pool. A tunnel leads to another room, but this space seems to be Pennie’s designated love lair.

My breath catches as Bastien reaches Pennie and is suddenly enveloped in his embrace and a deep, punishing kiss. Bastien’s hands reach and caress Pennie’s back, but other than that, Bastien remains compliant to Pennie’s unspoken demands.

I consider sitting naked on the chair but the more hot and heavy they get, the more I feel pulled toward them.

“Hard and fast,” Pennie growls and throws Bastien on the bed.

Pennie is on him a second later, his massive cock driving into Bastien, whose eyes flutter closed while his mouth opens in the perfect “O” shape.

Pennie grabs Bastien’s wrists and pins them to the mattress above him as he thrusts with enough force to shake the bed. Surrounded by a frame made of gems, the bed itself can’t move. I know this because I’m now on the bed with them, observing as Bastien’s rasping breaths grow faster while Pennie continues to pound him.

Compelled by a force I don’t understand, I reach one hand to rest on Bastien’s side, his feathers fluttering at my touch, and at the same time, I finally allow myself to touch Pennie’s glistening, warm back.

The moment I touch them both, a strange electricity sparks inside me. More amazingly, it sparks in them too. When they pause to look at me, I observe a kind of wonder that proves this experience is new for them, not just for me.

“Keep going,” I tease, stroking my fingers along them.

Pennie’s eyes display a feral edge and he doesn’t obey me, remaining frozen while still penetrating Bastien and watching me.

I’m not sure what he’s waiting for until I realize what touching him is doing to me. His sheen of glistening oil coats my fingers and then my hand. Within seconds, my entire body is hot, needy, pulsing, more aroused than I’ve ever been. It’s as though every inch of me desperately needs every inch of him.

In a grumble that quickens my pulse, Pennie commands, “Touch yourself, Lady Bianca.”

“You want me toself-materight here?” I demand, grinning and breathy and alive, so entirely present in this moment, my very own sexy adventure.

“Smear my oil on your pretty pussy, my Lady.” His eyes become more dreamily distracted. “How I’ve yearned to see exactly this… you, here, with us. And, in the interest of intellectual pursuit, I do require this knowledge—what my essence does to you and how well it prepares you for my first invasion of your body.”

“Yes, please, invade me, Mr. Pennie Sir,” I moan and then do exactly as he wants, while he and Bastien observe me quite closely.

The first touch doesn’t change how I feel, not right away. But then, after claiming more of his oil and rubbing it frantically over my folds, my clit, and then inside me, everything changes. I’m on fire, burning to be taken, to be overwhelmed, and my body is absolutely preparing for exactly that.

A second later, I’m mewling and groping Pennie, attempting to pull him closer, maniacally trying to get him inside me already. Basically, I’m behaving like an unrepentant, wantonly addicted sex fiend, which is totally awesome. Apparently, one try is all it takes to form an irrational addiction to glistening monster oil and the monster who secreted it. Sure, secretions are now super sexy—there it is.

“Yourself, Lady Bianca—touch yourself.”

Breathy, I stammer, “You… I need you inside me.”

Pennie’s sadistic amusement only makes me hotter. “I will be inside you very soon, my dear, but you have to earn it by being a very good Lady.”

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