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Is he kidding? A mysterious bird and the curvy bad girl in tight yoga clothes? Yes, please.

“Of course, darling boy. I’d love to help.”

He fiddles for a moment to make sure the camera angle isn’t catching anything indecent and I almost burst out laughing. Wolfie’s acting like he didn’t rail this girl in a public field a few hours ago, and it’s tickling me to death. Once she comes on screen, we both wave and her face scrunches up as if she wants to smack us—a thought I’m not opposed to in the slightest.

I go both ways in every sense of the words.

“I’m flipping my camera now, you dipshits. Don’t look this excited when this thing rips out my innards.”

Fuck, I love a sassy mouthed woman.

The camera turns before I can respond, and she lifts it to show the magnificent beast perched in front of her. An enormous harpy eagle is calmly sitting on a deck lounge, looking at us through the phone as if we’re merely a curiosity. I sit up, suddenlymuchmore excited at the prospect of this task because of the rarity of her uninvited guest.

“Holy fuck, Jolene!”

Her expression goes from unamused to angry in a blink, and she practically hisses a response. “What?”

“That isnota pterodactyl.Thatis a harpy eagle. It’s one of the largest raptors in the world, and extremely far from home. Don’t scare it away!” I exclaim as I look down at the lounging man on my stomach. “Get your shit on, Lucy! We’re gonna go see the coolest damn bird in theuniverseat Jolene’s!”

His grin widens, and he shifts against me purposefully as he clicks the phone off and tosses it. I can see the happiness shining in his eyes as he realizes I really meant it when I said I was onboard with his relationship—whatever it’s going to be—with the raven haired beauty. “Should we take a shower first?”

“Oh, you’re pushing it today, baby. Sure you’re up for round three?” I tease, as I comb my fingers through his hair.

My answer is a smirk as he leaps off the bed, shaking his ass as he heads for the bathroom. Rolling to my feet, I rush after him with my dick bobbing in excitement. I’ve never been able to get enough of this man, and I’m quite certain I never will. The prospect of sharing him doesn’t bother me because I get infinite pleasure in watching his face as he comes—even when I’m not the one causing his ecstasy. It will only get better if this woman emerges and we can indulge in shifts while we’re together.

Lucy’s gorgeous as a man, but when he’s fully Fae, he’s heart stopping.

I jump in the hot water behind him, sliding my arms around his waist, palms up so he can squirt some of the sandalwood soap he prefers in them. Nipping the point of one ear, I chuckle huskily. “You realize you’re going to have to control those until she’s ready, right? It’s your weakness, baby.”

“I’m working on it, Prez. The emotions make it…. Ohhhhh.” His voice cuts off as I wrap my hand around the pierced shaft, stroking him slowly but firmly. “Uh… they make it hard…”

“They certainly do.” He leans back against my chest, forgoing any pretense of getting clean. My cock slides against him with delicious friction as the water cascades over us, and I dip my head to nibble along the cords in his neck.

Lucy lifts one of his hands from the wall of the shower, blindly reaching for the Pjur, and once he finds it, I pause my hands so he can focus enough to open the bottle. Holding a palm up, I watch as he squeezes a good sized dollop for me. He puts it back as I work the lube over my cock and then inside of him, his groans turning to whines when I scissor my fingers back and forth.

He doesn’t need the stretching, but I love the sounds he makes.

“Such a good boy,” I whisper against his jaw and he shivers from head to toe. He does it every time, and I fucking love it. “Now open wide and we’ll fly together.”

My darling subbie pants and braces his hands on the wall again, immediately spreading his legs to give me full access. When he’s in subspace, he’s less vocal with words than noises, so I know his actions imply consent. That was a surprise when we first entered this part of our relationship, but I’ve learned to read him like a book. The only exception is his safe word, but I don’t expect to need that at the moment. His ass wiggles against my dick and I give his shaft a quick smack to remind him I’m in charge.

“Prez, please…”

There it is.

Holding onto his hips, I press into him slowly, feeling every twitch and moan as I fill him completely. Lucy is one of the most expressive subs I’ve ever had, and I’m sure it’s the Fae part of him. His emotions are painted in bright colors for the world to see all the time—something that makes him irresistible. When I’m fully seated, I growl against the tip of his pointy ear. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, and then we’re going to see your girl. Think about it.”

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as his ass clenches hard. “T-t-tell me…”

I grin. He’s being exceptionally good, so I’m on board for a reward. Pulling almost completely out of him, I murmur, “First, I’ll do this.” I slam into him hard and the sound he makes is beautiful. “Then, once I’ve filled you with my come, we’ll go see the bird. And maybe…” I slide out again and thrust in just as hard, starting a punishing rhythm. “...if she’s game, I’ll let you watch me fuck her as well.”

It doesn’t take more than a few more strokes for his body to tense up; the orgasm making him writhe on me until I explode as well. I was aware he liked dirty talk, but this reaction?

Fucking chef’s kiss.

Once we regain our breath, I let go, grinning at the fingermarks on his hips. He turns quickly, grabbing my hair and kissing me so roughly it actually shocks me. When the kiss breaks, Lucy gives me a shy smile as he wraps his arms around me tightly.

“You know I love you, right?”

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