Page 47 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

There’s a guttural sound behind me and Diyo pulls away. The sudden loss—how startling it is—makes me come all over again.

This time, Jack jerks beneath me, filling me up with his marshmallow fluff.

The echoing sound of the old gods’ language surrounds me. It takes an act of sheer will to lift my head from where it’s fallen against Jack’s chest. The hazy dream of the world around me glows just a little bit brighter when I look up at him.

He smiles down at me.

Jack stands, lifting me off of him, and this time, he lays me on the soft clover, stepping away a moment before Diyo descends upon me. “I want to taste that marshmallow fluff.”

It’s not a request.

They lick and suck, ravenously, like they want to pull every last ounce of Jack’s come from me.

I’m still sensitive and swollen, and each time their tongue touches my clit, I jump against them.

From beneath heavy lids, I watch Jack move behind them. This time, he does go to his knees.

Because this time, Jack’s hands smooth over Diyo’s back, and a moment later, he presses into them.

The other god’s eyes cross. “Oh, yes. Fuck my pussy while I devour your bride’s.”

Jack meets my gaze with a knowing smile, and it’s my turn to have my eyes cross.

I’d be on my back if Jack hadn’t set me with a moss covered rock behind me.

The harder Jack pounds into them, the more ferociously their tongue works over me.

Their horns are small, but I still grab hold of them, trying to hold them steady as Jack drives his cock into them with thrusts that lurch Diyo forward each time he enters them.

The soft bleating moans against me sprout bumps over my skin.

“Please, Lily,” Diyo’s words are said between panting breaths, “Please say your bunny can come inside me.

“Please tell me he can fill me up with his sugary come.”

“Have you been a good god?”

Diyo looks up at me and I see a momentary terror in their eyes. “Yes?”

I have to chuckle at the way they plead. This is a different power to hold over them.

Taking their horns once more, I pull them back to my pussy and they don’t hesitate to start up again.

I have to groan before I can tell Jack to give Diyo what they want.

“Do you think they deserve it, Jack?”

“They did make you come prettily.”

Diyo whimpers against me, their tongue and teeth working over me as their fingers tighten on my thighs.

It only prolongs their torture. I can’t speak to tell Jack to give them what they want.

But he knows.

Diyo gasps against me, their eyes flown wide.

Their come spills onto the grass, a dark pool, spurting from them as they jerk and soft bleats leave their throat..

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