Page 23 of Bianca and the Monsters

I turn my back, giving my Lady the chance to stand on the seat. Then I lift her into my arms and sit, with Bastien right behind me.

“I might,” he answers, “but I honestly want to watch you two together.”

On my lap, her legs spread wide, her hands already fondling my erection, she stares at me. “You’re still hard. Didn’t you just… with Bastien, I mean?”

“I did and it was lovely.” I brush my wet fingers through her hair, teasing the tips against her lush lips that part for me. “Taste, my Lady.”

Her tongue darts out and she licks my finger, covered in my essence. Her first taste causes her eyes to widen and her hands to abandon my cock. She grips my wrist to keep it in place as she feasts on my flesh like she’s licking an ice cream cone. Opening her mouth, she sucks on my fingers, while her body writhes against mine, her pussy moving against my rigid length.

When she pulls back, my Lady appears fully drunk. Her grin is perfect. “I like it here.”

“We’re glad.”

Her body stills and she struggles to focus—squinting comically—and finally manages to look at Bastien. “Are your needs met? Is this okay… for me to be with Pennie?”

“Listen to our song,” Bastien says sweetly.

Lady Bianca complies and then smiles more openly, eyes wide with wonder. “You’re happy, content even. You are pleased with me and delighted to see me with Pennie, to have me connected here. You really do want me to stay forever.”

I’m sure he’s nodding though I can’t see him.

Lady Bianca nuzzles her cheek against mine and then says to Bastien, “You really never had a song before me… or even a name?”

“No,” Bastien says, his earnestness clear, “and waiting for a name was a huge struggle for me, fearing I would never have one. I didn’t actually know about the song so I didn’t feel the lack of it, but I’m not sure I could endure losing it. But everything I’ve been through to reach this point, to reach you, was worth it—everything.”

Lady Bianca reaches and claims Bastien’s hand, bringing it to her and kissing it. “I don’t understand all of this, but it feels entirely right.” Then she adds in a more dominant tone, “Give me your mouth, my Bastien.”

Bastien sighs in response to her command. Then I feel Bastien’s feathers brush my head as he leans forward and kisses our Lady, tentatively at first and then deeply, humming in a way that is new to my ears.

When our Lady leans back, her expression is imperious. “Are you ready to watch me take Pennie inside me? I’m fairly certain all my past lovers are going to be entirely forgotten within a second of experiencing what Pennie has to offer.”

Both Bastien and I snort at that and Bastien says, “Oh, I’m ready to watch this.”

“Doyouwant to be inside me soon?” Lady Bianca asks Bastien.

I feel the slight breeze caused by his feathers. “Soon,” he breathes, “but it might mean something more, something that will need to be explained, though I don’t really know how this works.”

Her confusion meets my gaze and I explain, “Tarans are extremely rare and those that exist are jealously guarded, as are the secrets of their kind. Not even other Tarans know about their own biology. Your presence has awakened changes in Bastien, which might mean that your coupling will also inspire further evolution. We just don’t know, so it’s best if we wait until we’re all prepared for any consequences.”

Her brow furrows adorably. “Okay, so nosex-sexyet? But I could probably go down on him, couldn’t I? That barely counts, right?”

Bastien’s hand squeezes my shoulder and I know what he’s communicating. Our Lady is more perfect than we could have imagined. “I would rather see to your needs first, if that would be acceptable, Mistress.”

“I’m definitely not saying no to that.”

I grip our Lady’s waist and hold her firmly. “Let’s see if I can wear you out a bit and then we’ll decide what comes next.”

Chapter18

Bianca

Lady Bianca.Mistress.

Who knew those words would be the equivalent of all the aphrodisiacs in the world combined? But they are just words and wouldn’t mean a thing without the clear intent and feeling behind them.

I’m wanted. Desired. Cherished.

For all the questions swimming around in my head, it’s impossible not to realize how unimportant the answers might be next to everything I’m feeling. Sure, I’m drunk on Pennie’s oil, the thick liquid in this pool, and definitely everything about Bastien, but this is a kind of drunk I hope never wears off.

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