“Rupert!” I’m clenching all over, so close to breaking that tears are slipping down my cheeks.
“I know, my little flower.” He steals a tear off my cheek with his claw. “I’ll let you have it. Soon.”
I moan with anguish as he teases just my entrance, testing it with the head of his cock, that tail somehow squeezing even deeper inside me. It feels not just incredible, but earth-shattering when he shunts his hips forward, burying himself all the way up to the hilt.
I scream so loud that it rattles the walls. All my nerves are taut strings about to snap, if only I could inch just a little closer?—
Another sturdy thrust, and then another, and though my eyes are closed, I can see fireworks exploding under my lids. I’m pure electricity and Rupert is the wire, feeding me more and more excruciating energy until even my fingers and toes are buzzing.
I’m so close again that I feel as if I’m standing in the shadow of a mountain, one that’s about to topple down on top of me.
“Please, oh, Rupert,” I’m moaning, snapping my hips upinto his to try to force him to speed up, to bring him in even deeper, though that thick fur at his groin is already rubbing over my clit with every thrust. “Please, more!”
Instead of increasing his pace, though, Rupert smirks and buries his tail even deeper inside me, and that appendage that once felt so foreign is now driving me to the edge of sanity. I wail, my senses overcome, and when Rupert slams into me again with his cock, I finally,finallyexplode.
It’s like a bomb going off in my brain. I dig my fingers into his fur, probably scratching up the skin underneath as I scream. He pumps faster, fucking me harder now that my orgasm has me in its clutches, and that springboards me into an even bigger, agonizingly blissful climax. Rupert groans, pinning me to the bed as he pounds into me.
“Peony, yes!” He roars my name. “Come all over me.”
I’ve almost returned from my high when his cock swells inside me, and I whimper. My limbs are all so tight that when Rupert finally releases, my leg muscles seize.
“Ah!” I reach down and grab my calf, startled by the sudden pain. This motion ejects Rupert’s cock from my body with a wet noise, and Rupert gasps in surprise. His cum rushes out of me, covering the bed. Now, too, his tail in my ass is far too much.
“Please, I can’t—” I’m a complete mess as he withdraws his tail slowly, working it free of my tense body. Finally, I collapse on the bed, unable to move.
Rupert lands next to me, draping his arm over my hip. He nuzzles the side of my face.
“Whoa,” I mutter, still unsure what just happened to me.
“Was it worth it?” he asks, his breathing just as labored as mine.
I nod, unable to speak properly. Rupert laughs andbundles me up close, smelling my hair and kissing the crown of my head.
After we clean up, Rupert gets up and puts on a robe. “It’s a cold day,” he says thoughtfully as he gives me a spare that’s far too big. “Watch some telly with me?”
Happily, I plop myself in his lap in his big chair, and he flips on the TV. I snuggle into his chest, one of his big arms holding me in place while the other turns up the volume.
I’m shocked when what comes on isTwo People, One Room.It’s an awful reality show where contestants are matched up by “experts,” then given a single-room cabin to reside in while they explore their new relationship. The longer they can tolerate living together, the greater their chance of reaching the end—and winning the money. It’s all manufactured drama.
Rupert is instantly engaged, telling me all about each of the contestants and what’s happened on the show so far. I never expected he’d be so passionate about, uh… reality television. His tail curls around me as he talks over the commercials, which is amusing, annoying, and adorable all at once, and I stroke the scaled appendage the way I would a pet cat, much to his pleasure.
The more time we spend together, the more I like Rupert Edgewood. I like him quite a lot, both in and out of the bedroom, and a tentative, cozy happiness settles on me.
I wonder if I truly could stay here. Is it possible to build a life with someone who never goes out?
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Maybe Giancarlo was right. Maybe everything the old man told me about trading wealth for happiness was hogwash, and he just did it to mess with my mind, because Iamhappy.
Every day with Peony is better than the previous one. She makes my life full and whole, every part of me sated just by being in her presence. I love how my little flower moves through the world, never assuming, always open with her love, and surprisingly tolerant of my… oddities. She doesn’t mind the television I like to watch, and she certainly doesn’t mind when I urge her toward more interesting bedtime activities. One night I suggest we watch something a little less wholesome, and Peony gives me a curious look as I change the channel.
Grunts and moans fill the room, and her eyes go big as the screen displays two people having intercourse.
She glances at me, fully shocked. “You want to watch porn together?”
