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Opening her legs, V puts herself on full display before me. She places two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them before slowly drawing them out and moving them down her lips. She trails down her chin, past her sports bra, and down her chiseled stomach, until she reaches her pussy.

Vega teases at her folds before finally pushing them inside. She moans out in pleasure, and I would do anything to touch her right now. To be touched by her.

As if sensing my need, she uses her other hand to fling her magic out, driving the setting of the small, bullet shaped vibrator all the way up. My legs are shaking, hanging off the counter across from her, but my arms won’t move—can’t move.

“Vega,” I say as she dips her fingers in and out. The sounds of her body opening up is driving me mad. I’m so incredibly close when she snaps her fingers, and the vibrations come to a complete stop.

“You bitch,” I say, out of breath and overwrought. I half-mean it.

“Tsk tsk. Talk to me like that, and you’ll get nothing, little rabbit.”

She reaches back, grabbing the dildo. It is thicker and longer than any I’ve ever purchased, with a suction cup at the end. She sticks it straight onto the black and white marble she’s seated on, and gets up onto her knees. As she lowers herself onto the cock, I watch, mouth agape and watering.

Her body takes it so well. Every muscle in her leg flexes at different moments as she moves herself up and down. Her hands grasp her knees, and I squirm, desperately trying to move my hands out from the force of her magic so I can touch her—touch myself, really.

She moans, biting her lips as she stares into my eyes, and I realize this is the most intimacy I’ve ever had with someone. I’ve fucked, I’ve been fucked, but I’ve never shared this type of vulnerability, or experienced this level of unadulterated lust, with anyone.

V bounces, the movements quickening, and I whimper, needing to chase the high of my own pleasure.

“Beg for it.” It is not a suggestion, but a command. Her voice is liquid gold. “Beg, and I’ll let you come.”

I almost laugh, but when she stares at me with those fierce, lust-filled eyes, I choose to do as I’m told. “P-please.”

“I said beg.”

“Vega, I want to come,” I say, not sure if I sound awkward or sexy.

One of her eyebrows shifts up, and the vibrator starts again for a split second, before shutting off once more.

Were it not for her magic, my body would cave in on itself, my thighs rubbing against each other, craving friction.

“Please, Vega,” I start, before realizing I already said that. I pause briefly, my mind sifting through information until I land on the perfect thing. “Dr. Daelor.” Her eyes go wide at that. “I need you to make me come. Fuck me, punish me, do whatever you want with me. I’m yours, please let me finish.”

She climbs off the counter, grabbing me and throwing me over her shoulder. My body goes limp as her magic ceases its hold on me, and I let her toss me onto the island countertop. Can I add “being thrown around” onto the list of things I’m into?

Vega climbs up onto the island, and I’m suddenly thankful to past-Indigo for renting the fancier condo with the massive kitchen. Spreading my legs open, Vega uses one hand to hold her body up, while she uses the other to tease my opening. The pink, little vibrator is still charmed, pressed against my clit, and she gradually ups the vibration.

V pushes my underwear to the side before curling one strong finger inside me, I experience pure bliss as Vega fucks me with her finger. When I’m alone, I always require at least two, but with Vega’s massive and muscled six-foot-six body, one finger is plenty. She bounces backward onto the dildo, fucking herself as she finishes me off.

“Vega, I’m so close,” I say.

“Me too,” she replies, bouncing with more fervor than ever.

The overwhelming feeling of her muscles body hovering before me, convulsing as she comes. The combined feeling of the curve of her finger and the pulsing vibrations against my clit send me toppling over the edge.

Slowly, she pulls her finger out of me and moves to kiss me. Her lips are soft, and I smile against them.

“It’s still early; can we go back to sleep?” I ask.

“Of course, my rabbit.” Vega kisses the top of my forehead, and I nuzzle against her chest.

Notlittlerabbit, butherrabbit. How I desperately wish that could be true.

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INDIGO

I unwrap myself from Vega,and she laughs as I put on a fresh pair of underwear.

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