Page 11 of The Lion’s Bunny

“Both, but I prefer to be claimed. Is that okay with you?” he sounded nervous and hopeful at the same time.

“That’s perfectly fine with me, My Bunny.”

Again, I had the feeling that my bunny was more submissive in nature and longed to just be taken care of. I’d yet to ask him more about his dragon form, but I knew from our classes with Niels that Damon struggled with his dragon form, something I was determined to help him with.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, then I pushed Damon onto his back again, giving him a devilish grin as I began licking around his cock as promised, making him groan and harden under my touch.

“I was taught to always eat my dinner before dessert,” I began, fisting his cock as I licked around the head. “But I feel like I’ve earned this dessert.” Then I swallowed him down, moaning around his length.

“Gods! Ryn!” He fisted my hair, and it only made me moan louder around him. Seeing Damon so lost to his pleasure that he needed to keep me on his dick? So fucking hot. I bobbed up and down, eagerly sucking and licking. I hadn’t lied when I’d called it a dessert, but a feast was maybe more fitting. I could keep on bringing him pleasure as long as he kept making those delicious sounds.

He came without warning, filling my mouth which I eagerly swallowed down, cleaning him up as he once again panted for breath. I smacked my lips and stood. “We should get dressed. I don’t want my bunny to get hungry.” Then I all but skipped over to our discarded clothes and got dressed unhurriedly. Damon lay dead to the world, a thing that made me preen with pride. I’d done that to him.

“Want me to dress you?” I asked, holding out his underwear. He just nodded; eyes closed with one arm covering them. So, I dressed him, finding I was weirdly into it, caring for him like this. Once he was dressed again, sans robe, I went and grabbed the three baskets and placed them next to Damon.

He grumbled a bit but sat up and looked deliciously disheveled. My lion and dragon loved that look on him and I might’ve been a tad smug when I felt how hard he’d clawed at my back as I’d gotten dressed.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” Damon said, running a hand through his hair, making it look even messier. He was too cute. I would need to keep him hidden away from everyone else. Only I got to see this adorable side of him. I had no clue if it was my dragon or lion that made me think like that, but I ignored it and opened the first basket, finding sliced bread wrapped inside some cloth. There were small glass jars with jam and butter, and some sort of chocolate spread as well.

The next basket held two bottles of something pink, one lighter than the other. And the last one had strawberries and a glass jar of sugared cream for dipping. “This is amazing,” I said, feeling touched he’d thought about this for our date.

“Really?” he perked up. “You like it?”

“I love it,” I grinned, handing him a slice of bread. “What do you want on yours?”

He beamed proudly and accepted the bread. “I was told the orange jam was a mix of sweet and sour, a perfect combination.”

“Then we’re trying that one first,” I declared, spreading the jam on his piece before doing the same to mine.

We smiled at one another as we ate, watching out over the cliff as the waves in the distance moved languidly. It was the most romantic date ever in my opinion, the picnic, the setting sun, our drying cum on our bodies. Simply perfect.

Chapter 8

“I can’t eat anymore,” Damon whined as I held another strawberry over his lips. His head was on my lap and I’d fed him as we just sat in silence and enjoyed being near one another.

“You sure?” I asked, holding it out for him.

He laughed. “I feel like I could burst any second.”

I chuckled. “Fine, then I’ll eat it.” I took a huge bite of the strawberry, then moaned my appreciation. “Fuck, its good!”

“Wait, you haven't tried it?”

“No? I fed you, remember.”

“But you were supposed to eat them too!” He sat up and looked sadly at the now empty basket. “Was that the only one you got?”

My bunny was too sweet. “I loved hearing you moan much more than the taste of them, trust me. I would gladly feed you plenty more, even if that meant I’d never get to taste them again.” He blushed like I hoped he would.

“They were supposed to be for you, though.”

“They were, believe me.” I waggled my brows. “I enjoyed each and every one.”

He shook his head, smiling like I was silly. I pecked a quick kiss on his lips. “We should fly back before curfew. We can do this a few times a week, if you want to? I wouldn’t mind us flying out here and being alone until dark.”

“I love that idea. Maybe not every night, otherwise your family will grow to hate me for stealing you away,” he teased.

I sighed dramatically. “That is the curse of being the favorite family member.”