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  “Show them your pussy.” She spread her legs slightly. “Hold open those wet lips. They want to see how hot and pink it is on the inside.”

  “Rose,” she murmured softly.

  At her use of a safe word, I froze. I almost told her that there was no one in the other room, and was prepared to show her when she took a deep breath. “Lily,” she said in a more convincing voice before reaching between her legs and spreading her lips wide, revealing a bright pink and very swollen clit.

  “Such a good girl,” I praised. “Now hop up on the table. I want you watching the window. They want to see your face as I claim your pussy as mine and fill you with my come.”

  She climbed onto the table, and I instructed her to get onto all fours. I knelt behind her, and without warning, I slammed my hard cock into her body and began fucking her doggie style. She squealed and screamed, grunted and groaned as my engorged dick filled her, but she never used her safe word. I allowed her to come, insinuating that the men in the other room were getting off at the look on her face and the wetness that flowed from between her legs and onto the table. Finally, when the pleasure became too great, I thrust a few more times quickly, then buried myself deep inside of her.

  After enjoying the sensation for a few moments, I pulled out and called her to me. “Clean my cock.” It was a simple command, and one which she easily obeyed.

  As she licked and sucked, treating my cock like an ice cream cone, I reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Let’s show them your pussy now. It’s red and puffy and filled with my come.”

  She groaned with my cock in her mouth, causing it to twitch. I wanted to enjoy her tongue and lips, but I wanted to get her home more. As much as I enjoyed using her body, I also wanted to sleep with her in my bed, making love to her all night.

  “Such a good girl,” I complimented, caressing her cheek. “Enough.”

  With a pop, my cock came free and I quickly dressed. She had to clean her mess off of the table, and I left for a moment while she worked on tidying the room. I returned with a white robe and placed it on her, not wanting to redress her in her leather and chains.

  “We shall say our goodbyes and then leave.”

  She nodded and followed me from the room.

  Sydney had stopped fucking Gretchen and was now standing over her, riding her face. When she saw my butterfly and me, she stopped and whispered something into Gretchen’s ear that I couldn’t make out. Whatever it was, Gretchen didn’t like it, but Sydney reached down and twisted Gretchen’s nipple, making her nod her head.

  “You smell delicious, butterfly. May I please lick your mate’s come from your pussy?” Gretchen asked with a forced smile on her face.

  I stopped in shock, as did my girl. Her eyes were wide. I knew she smelled good, but I wasn’t really sure what Sydney was going for.

  “What do you say, Bec? Do you want this slut here to lick your pussy? I do have to say, she’s not very good.” Sydney taunted.

  I was about to intervene when my butterfly spoke. “Uh, no thanks. You can ask my Master but, if she wasn’t good enough for him, why would he think she was good enough for me?”

  “Yes, Sydney, I think we’ll pass,” I agreed, putting my hand on the small of butterfly’s back and leading her toward the exit.

  The look of shock on Gretchen face was priceless. I knew it would only make her angrier, but she was really in no position to harm my girl. After putting Bec’s dress back on in the changing room, we were in the car and back home within fifteen minutes. Within thirty, after a quick shower together, we climbed in bed.

  “Thank you for your service,” I murmured, spreading her thighs and running my thumbs between her slit, parting her folds.

  “It was my pleasure,” she responded, her eyes closing as I began kissing my way to her clit. I made love to her for hours with my mouth and fingers until her mark started to fade slightly and she was tired enough to sleep. She didn’t seem to ever go back to a truly human state anymore, but she would lose enough of the Bocaj traits to at least rest for a few hours and eat occasionally. I wanted her to be like me always, but I also didn’t want any harm to come to her, and there was only one other couple I knew of that was like us. Perhaps I’d call Jeremy and we could compare observations.

  Work the next day went quickly, as we were preparing to give our presentation of the video game to the board. Honestly, I couldn’t wait to get home.

  The moment we walked into the penthouse, I opened the door to the playroom. “I want you nude and in the waiting position in two minutes.” Her heartbeat picked up and my cock sprang to life.

  Five minutes later, I’d finished my inspection, verifying that her pussy was soaking wet, and had given my next command.

  “Up on the table, on all fours.” Her breasts hung down slightly as I circled her. Reaching under, I pinched one nipple, making her gasp. “Don’t move.”

  I went to the cabinet and pulled out a set of nipple clamps. They would not hurt severely, but they would definitely keep her focused, which was what I wanted.

  She whimpered as I put them on her and let the two metal bells hang down. “So beautiful for me. Now, head on the table, ass in the air.”

  Of course she complied, and I began caressing her cheeks. “I’ve told you many times that I was going to take this ass and claim it as mine. Tonight we begin.”

  I circled my finger around her puckered hole and she groaned. Wetness poured from her, telling me she wanted this as much as I did.

  “Your body is mine,” I whispered as I slid the tip of my index finger into her.

  Instantly, she tensed up and I brought my other hand down hard and fast on her ass cheek. “It will not feel good if you don’t relax.”

  I could see her trying to comply and it pleased me. Moving my finger, I slowly pressed into her farther. Twice I had to stop when she tensed up.

  Eventually, my finger slid in and out easily, letting me know she was ready for more.

  “Show me what a good girl you are.” I opened the lube and trickled a little onto her ass. Taking the smallest plug I had, I pressed the tip into her tight hole, causing her to gasp. Reaching around, I grabbed one of the nipple clamps and tugged. She moaned and I slid the plug the rest of the way in.

  “What flower are you on, butterfly?”

  She waited a moment. “Lily, Master.”

  “Good girl,” I praised, running my hand down her cheek. She smiled at me, and I lifted her from the table and set her on the floor. First reaching down and removing the nipple clamps, then taking her by the hand, I led her to the couch. I noticed her walk was a little different and figured she was adjusting to the plug.

  Once at the couch, I sat down and pulled her on top of me. “Kiss me.” More than happy to oblige, our mouths met and worked together. Occasionally, I’d reach around and turn the plug or give it a gentle tug or push.

  After I was sure she was ready for more, I stood and placed her face down over the arm of the couch. The plug, peeking out from between her ass cheeks, looked beyond amazing, but it was time for it to come out and be replaced with a larger one.

  After returning with another about the diameter of my cock, I set it on the couch and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Stay still, little one. Your plug needs to be changed.”

  She whimpered but didn’t move. Pulling on it gently, I removed the smaller plug, earning a groan from her. As I began to slide the new one in, she whimpered again. I watched as her tight hole opened, allowing it to penetrate her. When it got about halfway, she whimpered loudly and tensed up. “Rose!” she exclaimed, and I stopped pushing but held the plug in place.

  “Do you need me to remove it?” I asked as she panted for breath.

  She took several calming breaths. “No, Master.”

  “Shall I go slower?

  She nodded and I continued. This time, I was vocal about what was going on. “Your body is behaving beautifully, allowing me to insert this toy. Just a little more and it will be
exactly as I like.” I pressed it in farther and she accommodated the plug. “Such a good girl. My cock is so hard at your obedience. I’m going to reward you in a moment, my good girl.” I pushed a bit more, and the widest part stretched her hole a moment before disappearing inside.

  “Good girl.” I lifted her from the couch and carried her wide-eyed to the bed. “I’m going to claim your pussy again. You may come as often as you would like.”

  My cock found her pussy wet and ready for me. The sensation of fucking her was a completely new experience. She felt a lot different with the plug in, and I groaned at the pressure on my cock.

  “So fucking tight,” I praised her as I continued to slide in and out. Occasionally, I’d reach down and move the plug slightly, each time earning a mewl or groan of delight. She came a half a dozen times at least while I pleased myself with her body.

  I held us together tightly and rolled onto my back, placing her on top of me. “Ride my cock.”

  Her hips began to move and she ground her pussy lips onto my abs. I loved watching her tits bounce as she moved faster and faster. Her hair was loose and stuck to her forehead in a few places, making her look hot as fuck.

  I continued to play with the plug, driving her wild. “Oh, Master!” she screamed when I tugged on it a bit harder than before.

  “My pussy! My ass!” I reminded her as she reached her peak and I pulled the plug from her body. I felt her wetness squirt all over me as she screamed out her orgasm.

  She collapsed on top of me, lying in a puddle of her own wetness. I allowed her a moment’s rest before reminding her that we weren’t done.

  “I’m not finished, babygirl, because I plan on coming in that sweet ass.” My cock was covered in her come, but I didn’t want to take any chances. Lifting her off of me, I reached next to the bed, grabbed the lube, and coated my shaft generously.

  “Are you ready, little one? Speak.”

  “I don’t know, Master. I really liked it. I’m ashamed of how much I liked it, but I’m not sure if I’m ready. I’m very nervous.”

  “First of all, my butterfly, never be ashamed of liking how I make your body feel. There is nothing wrong with feeling good. Second, we will go at your pace.”

  I lifted her back onto me and positioned my cock at her now prepared hole. “Lower yourself onto me, babygirl.”

  She started to, but when I was less than an inch inside of her she stopped, eyes wide.

  “What’s the matter, butterfly?”

  “You’re bigger,” she groaned.

  I couldn’t help but smirk. “Your pace. Why don’t you just kiss me.”

  She leaned forward and while we kissed, my fingers found her clit and began playing. As our kiss deepened and she rocked against my hand, I felt my cock sliding deeper and deeper into her body.

  “Oh yes!” she moaned as I pinched and tugged on her bundle of nerves while she continued to lower herself until there was no more of me to take in.

  “Now bounce up and down and ride me.”

  She was slow at first, but a few minutes into it, she was riding my cock like she’d always done, only this time her tight ass was squeezing me to the point I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold off.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come. Are you ready for your Master’s come in your ass?”

  “Yes, Master,” she squealed, biting her lip. She shouldn’t have answered, but I didn’t care. I loved that she was so lost in pleasure.

  “You may come when I do.”

  “Yes, Master. Please, Master!” she begged.

  “MINE!” I roared as I claimed her in yet another way.

  “YOURS!” she screamed, releasing her own orgasm, drenching me and the bed. It was amazing how much fluid could come from her body.

  I lifted her off of me, withdrawing my cock, as well. My fingers laced with hers and she rested against me for about a minute, then shot upright. There was panic in her eyes.

  “What is it?”

  There were no words, but she squeezed my hand tightly. The sound of bones breaking was unmistakable, and I cried out in a combination of surprise and pain.

  “Oh God!” she screamed, quickly pulling her hand away from mine, causing even more pain.

  “Fuck,” I groaned through clenched teeth. “What’s wrong, babygirl?”

  “I don’t know. I just feel…feel…I can feel everything!”

  I didn’t want to tell her that I could feel pain in my hand, but I knew I had to do something.

  “I’m going to call Gabriel.”

  Fifteen minutes later, Gabriel, Payton, and Caleb were at my door. Bec and I had gotten dressed, but her movements were off and she seemed like she’d had ten cups of coffee.

  “Like I said, Bec says she feels different, and I, well, I need my hand set.”

  Caleb, who’d had medical training in Bocaj anatomy, came over and looked at it. “Did you crush it in something?”

  Bec burst into tears. “My hand. It was me. I crushed it.”

  Caleb looked at me for explanation. “After we’d finished our session, she said she felt funny. I’m not sure what she feels like, but I can say she was or still is very strong.”

  Bec was still crying. She must have apologized a dozen times for squeezing my hand. She knew it was broken, and when I’d tried to say it was no big deal, she pointed out that she’d heard the bones break.

  “What was different this time?” Gabriel asked.

  I thought about asking Bec to leave the room so I could talk about her, but there was nowhere in the house she wouldn’t be able to hear us since she seemed to be more Bocaj-like than ever.

  “I was training her to take me anally. It was our first time being together that way.”

  He nodded, and Bec made a face like she was blushing, but the color wasn’t there. I wasn’t surprised, since her heartbeat was somewhere around thirty beats a minute.

  “Did he come inside of you?” Caleb asked, causing her to blush.

  I was surprised when she nodded. “It felt like I was being given a shot of adrenaline.”

  He nodded while Gabriel, Payton, and I stood back and listened curiously. “I bet it did.” He smiled. “I think it’s going to be just fine.”

  Caleb turned toward the three of us. “You’ve all done research into human anatomy. What’s the fastest way to get something into a human’s system?”

  “Intravenously,” Gabriel said quickly.

  Caleb nodded. “And second?”

  “Orally?” Payton guessed.

  “Ugh, anally,” I answered. It was so obvious now. “Suppositories are used to get medication into the bloodstream quickly.” I looked at Bec, whose eyes were wide.

  “So…wow…” She blushed. “I guess it’s like those college kids who pour alcohol in that way so they get drunk faster.”

  Payton laughed. “So it’s like you got drunk from doing ass shots of Oliver’s come!”

  “Payton!” I admonished, but Bec was laughing.

  “Yeah, I guess so.” She smiled at Payton, but then became somber again and turned to me. “I um, do feel bad about breaking your hand, though. I just got scared.”

  Caleb and I assured her it wasn’t nearly as big of a deal for Bocaj as it was for humans. What I didn’t tell her, however, was that it hurt the same, possibly more because of our nerve endings. She already felt terrible and I didn’t want to make it worse.

  Caleb set it quickly enough, and Bec and I were left alone again. “Do you want to go to sleep?” I asked her.

  “To bed? Yes, but I’m not tired.”

  “Exactly what I wanted to hear, babygirl,” I said with a smirk.

  Chapter Fourteen

  butterfly

  I’d wondered if I would like anal sex, and the truth was, I loved it for so many reasons. Honestly, it felt good, but it was more than that. Offering myself in that way was the ultimate form of submission.

  There was the added bonus of feeling all of the Bocaj traits almost instantly. A
fter the first time, I’d come to expect it, and the rush was wonderful. With each occurrence, though, the rush seemed to lessen, which is when Oliver and I realized that I never really left Bocaj state anymore.

  “When is the last time you slept, love?” he asked one morning when we headed into work after an entire night of lovemaking.

  I wasn’t really sure, but it had been a few days. “I don’t know for certain, but I really don’t feel like I need sleep. I’m not hungry, either, but if you want to rest, a nap on the patio sounds wonderful,” I replied with a smile.

  Napping in the sun became part of our daily routine. We’d come home from work, make love, have a nap in the sun, then make love again. We did other things, as well, like play chess, watch movies, and hang out with Oliver’s family.

  My favorite thing to do with Oliver, besides making love, was showering. Making love while showering was the best.

  One night, a few weeks later, Oliver and I had just gotten out of the shower. He was standing behind me drying my shoulders and back. Both of us were facing the mirror when it happened. I’d been looking at my mark, watching it move and dance for some time. I was still watching the lines as they glided and changed on my skin, mimicking Oliver’s mark, when the skin right above my hipbone began to pulse with warmth.

  I tore my eyes from the mark on my chest, only to notice faint lines where the new source of heat was emanating.

  Before I could say anything it disappeared. “Did you see that?” I gasped.

  Oliver didn’t answer, but he was staring at my abdomen in the mirror, as well. About three inches below my bellybutton the small mark reappeared, along with the heat. I watched in amazement as the warmth, then the mark, disappeared for a second time, only to reappear in a new location. This time, it showed up near my right hipbone. Over and over the mark appeared and disappeared, the tingling and heat accompanying it.

  Oliver still hadn’t answered, so I tore my eyes from my body, looking up at him for an explanation. What I saw both terrified and thrilled me. His eyes were black with lust, the pupils dilated fully, but it was his mouth that had me both shaking in fear and desire at the same time. There, behind his beautiful smile and full row of gleaming teeth, were two very large fangs. If I had any common sense I should have embraced my fear, but something about the way they looked made me tremble with excitement. The blood rushed from my head straight to my pussy. It seemed as if the markings were dancing around it, enticing Oliver.