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kinkfest2008-06-03 05:30 am
queenoftheskies.livejournal.com) wrote in kinkfest2008-06-03 05:30 am
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Bunny Fetish (Dragon Quest 8, Eight/Angelo/Yangus, R)
Title: Bunny Fetish
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queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Word count: 837
Prompt: - DragonQuest VIII, Eight/Angelo/Yagus: drunken fraternizing with the bunny girls - "What happens in Baccarat stays in Baccarat"
A/N: None
Eight wasn't quite sure how much he'd had to drink, but he'd thought he was one drink past his maximum several drinks back. The world seemed much more amusing now and he actually felt relaxed for once, the weight of saving said world only a distant memory.
Angelo and Yangus seemed to be rather enjoying themselves, too, though Angelo seemed to enjoy himself in any pub or tavern they happened to visit and, sometimes, he didn't even need that. All it took was a pretty face or a pint of ale to make him happy. Or, now that Eight thought about it, sometimes he seemed perfectly happy just watching Jessica when she wasn't watching him back.
He could understand that. Before the curse had turned Medea into a horse, he'd spent many a wonderful day with her in the gardens of the castle or casually watching her from afar. It wasn't even her beauty so much that made him happy, though no more beautiful woman was there in the whole of the world. It was more what was inside her that pleased him, that enamored him, that made him desire to spend more time in her perfect company.
Lost in thought, it took him a moment to realize that a trio of bunny girls had joined them, two having spirited Angelo and Yangus away, while a third took his hand and led him, stumbling, toward a door he hadn't noticed earlier. She was rather pretty, he thought, with hair the color of sunlight, and curved in all the right places. Her skin looked soft. There was so much of it showing that there wasn't a lot left to the imagination. What was, though, he suddenly had the desire to see.
She kicked the door closed behind them as they stepped into the back alley, pressed him against the cold stone of the building across the street. Her lips were hot, her tongue insistent as she kissed him, and Eight felt himself respond to her ministrations before he even had a chance to realize what was going on.
Thankful for the skimpiness of her bar costume, Eight plunged his hands into the low-cut cups of her bunny suit, rewarded by the plump warmth of bosoms inside. She giggled and squirmed beneath his touch until his fingers found her nipples and she ooohed in pleasure.
Her hands dropped to his belt and it was only a moment before she'd freed him from his trousers. He sprang into her hands. Her delicate fingers stroked his hot, throbbing length. It took conscious thought to keep from popping off in her hands. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a woman, hadn't even expected to get lucky this time around.
With a smile, she licked the tip of his nose, then dropped until he could feel the warmth of her breath against his cock. When his legs threatened to give way at the first touch of her tongue to the tip of his penis, he clutched at the wall behind him, propped himself up and resisted the urge to thrust into the heat of her mouth.
He lost track of the magic she worked, though he remembered the tight squeeze of his balls, the trail her tongue forged along the underside of his cock. It was when she took him in her mouth, though, that he lost it and unloaded. She cleaned him up right proper, sucking and licking until he was hard and pounding again.
"Seems a shame to waste it," she said as she rose.
It didn't take much encouragement for Eight to help her undress, to squeeze her ample breasts again, to take them in his mouth as they fumbled for a bed in the straw piled between buildings. He humped her like the bunny she was, taking her once, twice, three times, before she lay exhausted and satisfied in the fragrant hay.
"You were so good," she murmured in a slurred voice as she grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him close, "that I'm not even going to charge you, gov'ner." With a sleepy smile, she asked, "When're you going to be coming this way again?"
#
Angelo and Yangus hardly looked as happy as Eight felt when he waltzed back into the pub with the bunny girl beaming on his arm.
"How much did she take you for?" Angelo asked with a sober frown.
Eight watched the bunny girl join her companions, snicker and giggle for a moment, blow him a kiss before she returned to his work. "Charge me?"
Yangus up-ended another pint before demanding, "You mean yours didn't make you pay?"
"Oh, I paid all right." Eight grinned. He was going to be sore in the morning. "But, not the way you mean." He'd gotten what he paid for, and given in return.
"How about we agree on one thing?" Angelo said, shoving his empty glass away. "What happens in Baccarat stays in Baccarat. Nobody else needs to know."
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Word count: 837
Prompt: - DragonQuest VIII, Eight/Angelo/Yagus: drunken fraternizing with the bunny girls - "What happens in Baccarat stays in Baccarat"
A/N: None
Eight wasn't quite sure how much he'd had to drink, but he'd thought he was one drink past his maximum several drinks back. The world seemed much more amusing now and he actually felt relaxed for once, the weight of saving said world only a distant memory.
Angelo and Yangus seemed to be rather enjoying themselves, too, though Angelo seemed to enjoy himself in any pub or tavern they happened to visit and, sometimes, he didn't even need that. All it took was a pretty face or a pint of ale to make him happy. Or, now that Eight thought about it, sometimes he seemed perfectly happy just watching Jessica when she wasn't watching him back.
He could understand that. Before the curse had turned Medea into a horse, he'd spent many a wonderful day with her in the gardens of the castle or casually watching her from afar. It wasn't even her beauty so much that made him happy, though no more beautiful woman was there in the whole of the world. It was more what was inside her that pleased him, that enamored him, that made him desire to spend more time in her perfect company.
Lost in thought, it took him a moment to realize that a trio of bunny girls had joined them, two having spirited Angelo and Yangus away, while a third took his hand and led him, stumbling, toward a door he hadn't noticed earlier. She was rather pretty, he thought, with hair the color of sunlight, and curved in all the right places. Her skin looked soft. There was so much of it showing that there wasn't a lot left to the imagination. What was, though, he suddenly had the desire to see.
She kicked the door closed behind them as they stepped into the back alley, pressed him against the cold stone of the building across the street. Her lips were hot, her tongue insistent as she kissed him, and Eight felt himself respond to her ministrations before he even had a chance to realize what was going on.
Thankful for the skimpiness of her bar costume, Eight plunged his hands into the low-cut cups of her bunny suit, rewarded by the plump warmth of bosoms inside. She giggled and squirmed beneath his touch until his fingers found her nipples and she ooohed in pleasure.
Her hands dropped to his belt and it was only a moment before she'd freed him from his trousers. He sprang into her hands. Her delicate fingers stroked his hot, throbbing length. It took conscious thought to keep from popping off in her hands. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a woman, hadn't even expected to get lucky this time around.
With a smile, she licked the tip of his nose, then dropped until he could feel the warmth of her breath against his cock. When his legs threatened to give way at the first touch of her tongue to the tip of his penis, he clutched at the wall behind him, propped himself up and resisted the urge to thrust into the heat of her mouth.
He lost track of the magic she worked, though he remembered the tight squeeze of his balls, the trail her tongue forged along the underside of his cock. It was when she took him in her mouth, though, that he lost it and unloaded. She cleaned him up right proper, sucking and licking until he was hard and pounding again.
"Seems a shame to waste it," she said as she rose.
It didn't take much encouragement for Eight to help her undress, to squeeze her ample breasts again, to take them in his mouth as they fumbled for a bed in the straw piled between buildings. He humped her like the bunny she was, taking her once, twice, three times, before she lay exhausted and satisfied in the fragrant hay.
"You were so good," she murmured in a slurred voice as she grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him close, "that I'm not even going to charge you, gov'ner." With a sleepy smile, she asked, "When're you going to be coming this way again?"
#
Angelo and Yangus hardly looked as happy as Eight felt when he waltzed back into the pub with the bunny girl beaming on his arm.
"How much did she take you for?" Angelo asked with a sober frown.
Eight watched the bunny girl join her companions, snicker and giggle for a moment, blow him a kiss before she returned to his work. "Charge me?"
Yangus up-ended another pint before demanding, "You mean yours didn't make you pay?"
"Oh, I paid all right." Eight grinned. He was going to be sore in the morning. "But, not the way you mean." He'd gotten what he paid for, and given in return.
"How about we agree on one thing?" Angelo said, shoving his empty glass away. "What happens in Baccarat stays in Baccarat. Nobody else needs to know."