Page 65 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

I’m sure he will.

“In the meantime….” He taps his fingers on the dark leather and his gaze travels over my body and then beyond once more.

I don’t have to follow his gaze to know there’s an audience of both gods and devotees waiting to see what my Easter Bunny and I are here to do.

“There are several things we could do to pass the time.”

I know exactly what he’s thinking of… and it will give me the perfect opportunity.

But something makes his ears flicker and his eyes narrow.

“Maybe not here.” He rises and holds out his hand. “Come, let's go somewhere a little more… quiet.”

The last thing I want to do is be alone with him.

“You know how much I like it when other people watch.” There’s just enough truth in the words, I know he won’t question them at all. “Let me take you here.”

Literally right here.

I don’t plan on moving from this spot.

When he hesitates, I slide my hand up his thigh, reaching for the dark cloth he wears over the heavy bulge of his cock.

He grabs my wrist, his hand locking around me, harshly. “Not this time, pet.”

The way he says it makes me tense and I see, for a moment that he realises that may have been a mistake, but he moves on without apologising.

As he draws me back, I wonder if the taste of his cock would give him away. If that is another thing he can’t disguise.

When he drops to his knees in front of me, that panic creeps in again. Until his cool, wet nose presses against my knee.

He spreads my legs, flicking the skirt of the gown Gren gave me back up and over my hips.

“What do you taste like?” He asks, low enough I’m certain I’m not meant to hear it.

And he doesn’t wait for an answer.

His tongue is long and thick and I gasp as it drags over me. It’s so different from Jack, I can’t quite compare the experience.

Especially when Minoka’s tongue presses into me, with a fullness I wouldn’t have been able to handle two months ago.

The whimper from that sensation echoes through Babel.

Those who were hidden at the edges of the shadows start to creep forward to get a better look.

And I intend to give it to them.

It’s time to ride this bull.

Riding the Bull

Minoka’s cock is thick, long, blunt, and… an unappetising grey.

Like most of his visible body, it’s dark. Vaguely blue, while almost irridescing to silver when the light reflects off him a certain way.

I cannot imagine an illusion in this realm or any other that might make me believe this was Jack’s.

He moves, as though he plans to take me like this, and that simply won’t work.

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