Page 60 of Bianca and the Monsters

I’m arching into him, pressing, seeking to fuck his tongue into me. It’s strange that this somehow feels more salacious than being rutted into unconsciousness by Archie. My hazy mind manages to recognize the profound blessing of possessing power and also relinquishing it. I will never tire of my lovers and they will never neglect my sexual needs or attempt to shame me for them. And for Bastien, serving me in every way is his purpose in life. How freaking amazing is that?

To perfectly satisfy me, his tongue is now ridged, smaller near the tip, with thicker, wider ridges toward the back. I know this because he’s thrusting his amazing tongue, as big as a typical man’s cock, inside me while I writhe and groan, still immobilized by his tight grip.

“More—pleasemore,” I beg and feel his tongue expand inside me, so much it locks into place, while his upper lip continues to massage my clit.

Tears stream from my eyes as a cascade of orgasms washes through my body, undoing me completely. While I’m still pinned in place, Bastien withdraws his magic tongue and then thrusts it back inside me.

“Please… all of you. Now.”

Bastien immediately withdraws and then positions himself between my legs, gazing down at me. “Only you, Mistress—only you.”

Only me. Pennie and Archie helped Bastien ride out his needs, but his body belongs to me now and he’s never been with them like this.

My urgency spiking, I order, “Inside me, Bastien.”

Our eyes hold each other, our song completely in sync, as Bastien lines up his feathered cock at my entrance and rams inside me.

I’m gasping as I take his noteworthy girth inside me, but size isn’t what defines Bastien. His feathers seem to inflate, creating a series of pillowed ripples that touch every inch of me and then some.

As he drives into me, my arms splay back against the bed and I close my eyes, allowing the wealth of sensation to wash over me. The moment we lift off the bed, Bastien’s arms surround my body, holding my neck and my lower back. We’re floating and he’s thrusting into me and I hate the clothes between us.

It’s not enough… it’s not enough. “More, Bastien… I needmore.”

Bastien turns us so that I’m on top while he floats beneath me. This new position drives his length deeper inside me and then he fills me even more, as though his size is actually expanding with the ferocity of my need. As though his body is mine to command in ways beyond anything my mind is prepared to comprehend.

I moan the wordmoreagain and the noticeable expansion of his cock inside me proves my theory. I force my eyes to open and stare down at my Bastien, his eyes sparkling with passion, his feathers fluttering so rapidly like a hummingbird’s wings, his opalescent colors shimmering. I just know this is heaven. I know it. And I know I’m worthy of it, just as Bastien is, because we are perfect for each other. We were made for each other.

“This is our home, Bastien. Our home in each other.”

“Yes, Mistress. My home… you are my home.”

I’m rocking on his cock, forcing him deeper still, panting and sweating and sighing too loudly.

“I need…” I don’t have to explain anything because Bastien is already helping me, his cock shrinking slightly to make the adjustment easier.

He balances me while I move, still penetrated by him, into a reverse cowgirl position. He raises his legs, knees bent, for me to hold while I prepare to ride him hard.

“Your cock,” I demand and it expands and lengthens in a sudden pulsing motion. Then I’m moving, pulling up and then slamming back onto him, tilting my pelvis and arching in time with his forceful thrusts from below.

I reach between his legs and gather his feathered balls in my hand, massaging gently. “You are mine.” I sound and feel more ravenous every second.

His hands move beneath my skirt, his fingers teasing over my cheeks and then toying with the opening I’ve never allowed anyone to touch.

“Yes,” I say when he hesitates and then feel him easing inside me as I rock back onto him. I’m riding him in earnest now and his finger breaches my ass before he adds another.

I don’t know what it is, but the power I feel at this moment… it’s breathtaking. It’s a high I’ve never reached or even known was possible. Bastien is mine in a way nothing and no one else ever can be. We are irrevocably bound to each other, but more than that, he’smine. No one can have him if I don’t wish to share him. I know possessiveness is a shady thing in the world I come from, but it feels so right between us.

I could tell him to only touch me or to take care of Pennie at my direction. I could command him to do anything I want and that thought has my core clenching down on him like the cock inside me ismine.

My entire body quivers at the thought of all the never-ending euphoria we could bring each other, forging a connection that will be the stuff of legends. Another thought sparks, a question. Is there a way we could all share a bond like this, something solid and elemental that would infuse us with this kind of epic attachment? After we get Nico back, I’ll have to remember to ask.

Penetrated two ways and loving it, I completely unravel when Bastien reaches and places his other hand against my clit, squeezing it between his fingers and worrying it like a sensuous pebble.

I cry out as I orgasm so powerfully I don’t just see lights—no, it’s a sublime explosion throughout the entirety of me, every one of my senses magnified to such a degree I might float all on my own. “Climax now, Bastien.”

His climax surges inside me, just before a new awareness collides with all that’s already overwhelming me.

Our song reaches a stunning crescendo that holds just like we hold to each other, connected and overflowing with love and wonder for each other and this moment.

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