Page 43 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

Their cock rises from a patch of deep brown fur, a long and slender thing, already dripping with dark liquid.

I stroke them once, passing my thumb over the bead of pre-come.

“I’m not going to drink your come.”

Their laughter shakes their whole body, cock bobbing.“I don’t plan on wasting myself on your mouth.”

Others might take that as a challenge. Maybe at another time, I would as well, but I need Diyo’s help. And I can’t guarantee that teasing them to an early completion would get me what I want.

Their hips work in little movements against my hand, clearly not wanting to take what they could be given, and when I brush my lips over the soft skin of their cock, their whole body ripples with a shiver.

“How soft and sweet your bride’s mouth is. How hot and perfect.”

When I draw my tongue along the bottom of their shaft, they taste of red wine and dark, dark chocolate.

The delicious depth of their taste makes me wonder if their come would taste like a rich merlot, or chocolate syrup.

Too bad I’ve already determined I won’t get to find out.

Sucking their cock is no hardship.

“She’s good at this, your bride.” Diyo says, their breath catching. “That’s the sort of information you’ll want to keep, or everyone will come knocking at your domain. They’ll want this tongue on them, and they won’t want to take no for an answer.”

“Who would tell them?” I ask, looking up Diyo’s dark stomach.

Brow raised, I turn my head so I can keep looking them in the eye as I drag my teeth across their balls.

“Oh, most certainly not me.” Diyo shakes their head, a shivering breath passing over their lips. “This is a secret I would gladly keep. Just don’t stop.”

The sound they make when I slide my lips down their length, that’s a different kind of power. I might like it even more than being able to fix infrastructure and span distances in a snap.

The fact that I can take all of them makes me think there is some magic changing the size of them to fit me perfectly.

“You don’t have to leave your Eebie out, sweet thing. We’ll all have our fun before we speak of ugly things like business.”

I look over my shoulder at my Easter Bunny.

When I reach for him, he slides his hips forward, always hard for me.

As soon as my tongue touches the tip, the saccharine taste of him is a familiar, decadent delight.

No earthly sugar can compare.

When I turn back to Diyo’s, it’s almost bitter.

The god chuckles as they pet my hair. “Perhaps that was a bad choice on my part, pet.”

“Like you said,” I suck him once more. “You don’t want to waste yourself.”

“And what of you, friend?” Diyo’s gaze draws up Jack’s body and I see it linger on his mouth. “Would you like a taste?”

Jack’s hand is light on the back of my head as he moves me away from them.

“Is that what you want?”

Eyes bright, Diyo nods vigorously, their hair flopping into their eyes. “Please.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard a god say please.

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