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A prominent glans raked back and forth over my tender nerves, striking the bundle at every twitch. Mind-numbing pleasure overtook me as my entire body shook. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t go forward. On the edge of myself, a cliff, I stood, and for the good of my people, I fell…

Buck slammed home and eased his grip, jerking me expertly as cum splashed over the fridge and onto the floor. My inner walls clamped tight over him, milking his hardness for every drop of hot seed as it gushed into me like he’d not had a lover in years. In eons.

Sedimentary stone eroded into the sediment it originated from in the aching eternity as our pleasure mounted and we came together, filling me so delightfully.

“Again,” he said, the tone of his voice a snarl that I obeyed, rocking back against him for a few mere moments before my cock erupted and he gushed in sympathy.

Slick trailed my quivering thigh, the one I stood on poised about a growing puddle that found cum joining it soon enough.

It repeated then once more, Buck wringing me dry of my sanity until I sagged. Defeated, I slipped off his cock and trembled, finding my weight supported in his sinewy arms. “Damn. And I thought you were the one that was supposed to buckle.”

He chuckled darkly and gravity failed us for a sore moment as we collapsed into my bed by dint of some freaky god power. “You were saying?”

“Fair.” I squirmed as he kissed my neck and pulled out of bed, his groin a dripping, glistening mess. Unprepared for the sensation, I bolted for the restroom to clean up and returned, finding Buck cleaning our mess from the fridge while Jacque sat perched on the couch, staring at me. Judging. That little squint told me all I needed to know.

Gross.

The thought tickled my ear. I often did that with Jacque, imagined little conversations and simple responses. It’s why I got him the buttons in the first place. “Yeah, well, you see how gross you think it is if we ever get you a girlfriend!”

“That’s not going to happen.” Buck glanced over.

“Whaaa? Are you kidding me? Look at that little face!” I gave a pseudo pout that made Buck lift a brow with amusement.

“He’ll nevermatureenough to do that. He’s infantilized and whatever damage done has left him rather simple…” He trailed off.

Jacque snorted and ran to his buttons.Mad! Mad! Mad!

“Though I’ve been wrong before.” Buck blinked a few times.

I huffed and stalked over, ready to pick him up, but he ran up to his little display of buttons, studying them before glancing at me then the board.

Daddy! Smell. Shower. Mad!

“I think he’s trying to tell you that you smell bad and need a shower.” Buck snorted, and I secretly cursed the day I trained him on those damn buttons.

Another. Daddy!Jacque pressed the buttons and Buck froze, accepting the moniker, even if a little reluctantly. Jacque pressed his feeding button.Gimme salad, bitch!

Nice.I grinned as Buck grabbed one of my towels and went about covering himself and making a salad for my little cotton-tailed bunny. Jacque really seemed to like Buck, and if I had to be gay, I was glad it was with someone he liked.

Chapter Nine

Buck

I wasn’t sure what I needed to say or do when we loaded into Cliff’s little car that morning. He seemed content with driving, loading up a bunch of his things as we made our way south to my territory.

We’d stalled in the days before, while I pretended to be his witch’s husband in order to secure some sort of social security funding. We also cast a preserving spell over the body to make it seem like he was freshly dead the day before I left. And for all intents and purposes, he looked pretty fucken’ dead. Freshly so for something I’d dug up as a half skeleton not days prior. Then again, not much was out of the hands of gods when we put our minds to it.

The GPS said we had six more hours to go, even as the noonday sun rose high in the sky and Jacque napped peacefully on my lap between bouts of wanting to run between all the windows to bark at traffic. “Has anyone informed your hare that he’s not a dog?” As if on cue, the little bunny’s tail wagged a few times with interest.

“I tried telling him that at one point or another but he doesn’t listen.” Cliff shrugged hard and refocused on the road. I’d offered to drive, but he refused, eyes focused ahead and mind a buzz with worries I couldn’t comprehend.

“Just wait until you meet Rayne’s cock,” I said, chuckling. Cliff choked out a sound in retort and glanced at me disbelievingly before refocusing on the road. I knew better than to distract more, so I kept quiet.

“It’s a rooster, right?”

“Pecker.”

“For fuck’s sake, that doesn’t make it better, Buck.” His admonishment brought me great joy, the spite and chaos in him, everything I’d found endearing about Rayne but with a physical form that made my cock burn with interest.

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