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I still can’t understand what’s different but then I gasp as I realize what’s awakened inside me since his climax. I’m not just feeling the decadent bliss in my body. I’m feeling exactly what he feels with his cock nestled so far inside me. When I squeeze around him, I feel what he feels, safely locked in exactly the cage that was created for him. I fully experience his almost deafening rapture in this moment, in serving me, in belonging to me, in being commanded by me,ownedby me. I also sense his surprise that the fate that terrorized him all his life turned out to be a one-way ticket to paradise.

I can’t see his face, but I know he’s crying tears of relief and joy, as the final barriers between us fall away and he embraces the true meaning of being owned. He’s safe inside me. Still hard. Still ready to do whatever I wish.

As we both struggle to return our breathing to somewhat normal, I use this new knowledge to examine him from inside, ensuring my Bastien is healthy and happy. And yes, I test out my control by playing with his cock like it’s a rideable joystick, making it bigger or smaller with my thoughts. His giddiness at my playful exploration only encourages me to continue. His nipples beneath their feathers bead at my urging, his feathers flutter, and I can even force his eyes to close with just a thought.

“You really are all mine.”

“Yes, Mistress, I am.”

Finally releasing my new toy, I whisper, “Let’s snuggle for a bit. I want us to be touching until it’s time to go.”

Bastien lowers us and helps this randy cowgirl to dismount and then lie on him, his soft feathers caressing me.

I kiss his nose and stare into his peaceful eyes. “You’re definitely riding with Pennie again, because otherwise, it’s going to get super awkward in that carriage.”

He blushes and grins. “Whatever you wish, Mistress.”

Chapter43

Pennie

Seated across from Bianca’s father, I feel strangely young, though our relative ages are wildly disparate—like comparing a dinosaur to a flower that just sprouted. But my almost infinite life span means little next to my burgeoning desire to earn Sir Jameson Daniel Weston’s respect and acceptance. In this way, I am indeed like a young man seeking something I’ve never sought, never even imagined desiring, that is now of paramount importance.

“Okay.” Sir Jimmy blows out a breath and taps his fingers on the table. “I need some information from you, Mr. or Sir… or…”

“Just Pennie, if you like,” I say, suddenly conscious of my tone, wishing to sound worthy and not fearsome or monstrous.

“Good,Penniethen, I need to know… um…” His brow furrows dramatically, reminding me so much of Bianca’s animated expressions that I can’t help but smirk. He catches me and smiles good-naturedly in response. “This is awkward, which is to be expected, but that’s actually the topic I’d like to discuss.”

I lean forward. “Awkwardnessis your preferred topic?”

He moves his head side to side and then shrugs. “Yes, well, no… actually, it’s aboutnotbeing awkward about anything consensual that’s occurring with my daughter.”

My forehead, not prone to furrowing, samples the expression, but with my ridge and scales, it can’t possibly effectively convey my current apprehension and confusion. “Please, Sir, honor me with an explanation.”

Another priceless expression lands on his face, this one so exaggerated he looks like a cartoon version of discomfort. “Right,” Sir Jimmy finally says. “Look, I support my daughter. Onehundredpercent. That means I support her judgment andanythingshe chooses to do with her life.” He stares at the wall behind me for a long moment. “She was just experiencing something and I don’t need to know the details, but I absolutely need to know that whatever is happening with her ortoher is in fact consensual.”

“You are such a good father,” I blurt before I can stop myself. “You are thebestof fathers. There’s not a monster in this building—in this realm even—who ever knew the support that you’ve always provided to your daughter. Of course, your concern is whether she’s happy and consenting. You aren’t even judging what must be truly shocking compared to anything you thought she would find during her adventures.”

The innkeeper delivers large, metal plates heaped with meat and our version of potatoes that are a lovely shade of orange. Bianca’s father studies the food and then sends a questioning glance at me.

“It’s all edible for you, I assure you.”

Sir Jimmy takes a cautious bite, is clearly pleased, and then eats a little more, before sampling a very fine cherry wine. “Oh, that’s nice.” Then he refocuses on me and the topic at hand. “I’m going to level with you, because I feel like we’re about to be in-laws and I want things to be open between us.”

“I would greatly appreciate that, Sir.”

A lopsided grin appears on his face, just after he consumed a bit more wine. “Bianca mentioned that Nico offered her the heads of her ex-boyfriends as a courting gift.”

I grimace, but he quickly adds, “Best courting gift offerever. If not for the idea of prison food and my lovely Bianca visiting me in said prison, I would have lopped those fools’ heads off a long time ago. Sitting by while entitled, jackass,wannabemen exercised their inept relationship skills with my beautiful daughter—that was the most challenging part of being a parent.” He sighs, clearly feeling the weight of his memories.

His earnestness is profound as he holds my gaze. “You can tell a girl, then a teenager, then a woman that she is exceptional and perfect, but the toxic world around her is apseudoco-parent that you never chose, never married, and that you can’t divorce. All the unrealistic expectations forced on young women to be everything, to look acceptable, to behave according to the bullshit rules of a rigged game. Those idiots were prized for their douchery and my Bianca was judged for her spark.” His blue eyes fill with purpose. “You see it, don’t you? Her light.”

“Yes, Sir, I do.Wedo. I want you to know that we waited until she was ready to embrace her adventure. We didn’t offer her this trial vacation in our realm lightly. We didn’t want to take from her a normal life if that was what she chose.”

Sir Jimmy looks at me like he truly sees me. “You were patient, prioritizing her needs over your own.”

“Yes, Sir. We watched her life—I know that’s unlikely to endear us to you, but we had to know that she was the one. It may please you to know that if any of theJacksorGuyshad trespassed on her life in a violent manner, we would have crossed the border and protected her.” I snort. “I also assure you there is no prison ever built that could hold me or control me, so you would not have been imprisoned long, had you faced consequences for the permanent removal of the unworthy from her life.”

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