Chapter 69 - Sixty-Nine: Rabbit Hole

Chapter 69: Chapter Sixty-Nine: Rabbit Hole

Vesper stopped in front of the last, and largest, enclosure on the row. This one was more of a spacious pen, filled with soft-looking hay and brightly colored cushions. Inside, there were five of them.

Rabbit-kin.

They were all variations on a theme: petite, slender frames that exploded into ludicrous forms. Huge, fluffy ears twitched atop their heads. Each one had massive, gravity-defying breasts that strained against the thin, often sheer fabrics they wore... or didn’t wear. Their hips were wide, their asses full and perky, ending in little white cotton-ball tails. And their eyes... every single pair was wide, pink, and shining with a blatant, unashamed lust.

One of them, a brunette with her hair in twin-tails that matched her ears, saw us and immediately scampered to the front of the pen. She pressed her front against the bars, shoving her gigantic tits through the gaps, and began grinding her pussy... bare, shaved, and already glistening, against the cold iron.

Schlick. Schlick.

"Helloooo, Mistress~!" she squealed, her voice high and breathy. "Is this the new one? Is he? Is he?" She stuck her pink tongue out at me and waggled it. "He looks hungry~!"

The other four gathered behind her, giggling and whispering, their eyes devouring me. One was a platinum blonde, one had jet-black hair, one was a redhead, and the last had silvery-blue hair. They were like a lewd candy assortment.

"Hyper-fertile," Vesper said dryly, gesturing at them. "Insatiable sex drives. Low intelligence, high libido. Their biology is basically one long ovulation cycle. They’ll fuck anything that moves, but they’re picky about quality. They’ve rejected two previous... candidates. Said they were ’limp’ and ’boring.’" She gave me a sidelong look. "Five of them. They work as a set. If you take one, you take all five. They get jealous. And handsy. Twenty gold for the set. If you can handle it."

The brunette at the bars was now literally drooling, a thin line of spit connecting her lip to one of the bars as she humped it. "Nnngh~! Please, big stud man! Come play! We’ll be soooo good! We promise! We’ll suck you, fuck you, ride you, everything~!"

"Yeah!" the platinum blonde chimed in, squeezing her own colossal breasts together. "We’ll make you feel amazing! We’ll milk your big, fat cock until you’re screaming!"

I looked at the five pairs of hungry, pink eyes. I looked at the one literally fucking the cage bars. "Alright," I said, my voice already husky. "Deal."

Vesper smirked and unlocked the gate. The five rabbit-kin didn’t wait for an invitation. They surged out in a giggling, bouncing wave of soft flesh and fluffy ears. They surrounded me, their hands everywhere, pulling at my clothes, groping my ass, squeezing my arms.

"Get him inside! Get him inside!" the redhead squeaked.

They half-dragged, half-carried me into their pen, onto the pile of cushions and hay. My clothes were torn off in seconds by a dozen eager hands.

The brunette, the ringleader, was on me first. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my face, shoving her dripping, bare pussy against my mouth. "Lick! Lick your bunny clean, stud-man! Nnngh~!" she commanded, grinding against my lips and tongue. She tasted sweet, like fruit, and she was soaked. I obliged, my tongue delving into her hot, tight slit, lapping at her swollen clit.

"OH! OH YES! RIGHT THERE! Nnnggghe~" she screamed, her thighs clamping around my head. Her juices dripped down my chin.

Meanwhile, the platinum blonde and the black-haired one took my cock. They fought over it playfully for a second before deciding to share. One took the head into her mouth, sucking greedily, while the other licked and worshiped the shaft and balls. "Glurk! Slurp! Mmmh~! So big! So yummy!"

"My turn! My turn on his face!" the silvery-blue one whined, trying to pull the brunette off. The brunette just laughed and redoubled her grinding.

I switched, pulling the brunette off my face and pushing the silvery-blue one down in her place. The new one screamed in delight as I tasted her, her flavor slightly different... cooler, minty. "AH! AH! HIS TONGUE! IT’S MAGIC!"

I pulled the blonde off my cock and gestured for the redhead, who was bouncing impatiently. "You. Ride me."

"YAY!" she squealed, positioning herself over my hips and sinking down onto my dick in one smooth, wet slide. Her pussy was a furnace, tight and rippling with internal muscles that immediately began to milk me. "OOOOOHHHH FUUUUCK~! IT’S SO DEEP! YOU’RE FILLING ME UP! NHNNNN!"

She began to bounce, her huge tits jiggling wildly, her cotton-tail twitching frantically. The other four didn’t stop. They kissed and groped each other, they took turns sucking on my fingers, they rubbed their pussies against my legs, my arms, anything they could reach. The air filled with a cacophony of their slutty, overlapping voices.

"Fuck her! Fuck her harder! Breed our sister!"

"Cum in my sister! I wanna taste it when I kiss her!"

"He’s gonna cum! I can feel him getting bigger!"

"Don’t cum yet! My turn next! I wanna feel him in my ass!"

I fucked the redhead until she was a screaming, squirting mess, then flipped her over and took her from behind, pounding into her while the black-haired one presented her ass to my face. I licked and fingered her asshole as I fucked her sister, making her shriek with dual sensations.

I moved through all of them. I took the blonde doggy-style while the brunette rode my face again. I fucked the silvery-blue one missionary while the other four kissed and fondled her. I bent the black-haired one over a hay bale and took her ass, her tight backdoor making her scream in a mixture of pain and euphoric pleasure.

The pen became a sweaty, hay-strewn orgy of pink flesh, bouncing tits, twitching tails, and the constant, deafening soundtrack of their voices.

"BREED ME! PUMP YOUR SEED INTO MY WAITING WOMB!"

"NO, ME! FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE AND FILL IT UP!"

"WE’RE ALL GONNA HAVE HIS BABIES! A WHOLE WARREN OF BIG, STRONG STUD-BABIES! NNNNGGGHHH~!"

Finally, after what felt like hours of relentless, multi-hole, multi-partner fucking, with all five rabbit-kin lying in a spent, giggling, cum-drenched heap around me, I stood up on shaky legs.

"Twenty gold," Vesper said, pushing off the door frame. "Acceptable work. They seem... satisfied." She looked at the wreckage of happy, exhausted bunny-girls. "Get some rest, stud. The lynx-kin looks hungry, and she hasn’t been fed in days~"

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I was dreaming of a mountain made of soft, giggling rabbit ears when the warmth pulled me back.

The bed in Vesper’s guest room was obscenely comfortable, a sea of silk and down that swallowed my exhaustion. But a new, specific, living warmth cut through the haze of sleep. Soft, wet, and persistent.

Schlick...

My dick, with a mind and stamina all its own, was already half-hard, nestled in a warm, welcoming mouth. I pried my eyes open, blinking in the dim moonlight filtering through heavy curtains.

"..."

The fuck...?

I tried to move. My limbs were lead. A deep, unnatural paralysis held me pinned to the luxurious mattress. I could feel the fine linen sheets under my back, the weight of a heavy duvet. I could blink my eyes open to slits.

I could see a figure kneeling between my legs, her head bobbing in my lap. Long, straight, dark hair, the color of a moonless midnight, fell like a curtain around her face, completely obscuring it. All I could see was the pale curve of her neck, the movement of her jaw, and the top of her head.

"...!?"

’...Who is this?’

How the fuck did she get in here? The question floated through my sleep-fogged brain, detached and unimportant. The locks were probably more for keeping people in than out.

’F-Fuck... Too good...’

The answer didn’t matter.

A slut sucking my dick in the middle of the night was a categorical ’yes.’

And as she sucked, something else was happening. Not just in my dick, but in my head.

Thoughts, thick and syrupy and not my own, began to drip into the cracks of my consciousness.

Fuck her... grab her... tear that nightdress... make her scream... bend her over the balcony... claim her... ruin her...

They were vivid. Crude. Not urges, but full-blown, technicolor fantasies. One after another, piling up. Me, pinning Vesper to the wall in the hallway, hiking up her silk robe. Me, dragging that maid Aria into a closet by her hair. Me, taking the Dean on her polished mahogany desk. The images were violent, possessive, degrading. They came with phantom sensations,.. the feel of struggling flesh, the sound of tearing fabric, the taste of fear-sweat on skin.

The ghost bobbed her head faster, taking me deeper into that impossible, cold-wet throat. A low, eager moan vibrated through her form and directly into my cock.

Yesss... more... give me your essence... let me taste it... I need it... I need to feel you... to use you...

Her thoughts bled into mine, a feedback loop of escalating hunger. My own arousal, already spiking from the physical stimulation, was now being pumped full of this external, psychic lust. It was an addiction being mainlined straight into my brain. The need to fuck, to dominate, to take, became a pounding, all-consuming drumbeat.

I tried to fight it. Tried to cling to the me that was pissed off and creeped out. But the ghost’s suction was relentless. And with every pull, she siphoned away a little more of my will, replacing it with her own wild, desperate fantasies.

My hips twitched, a feeble attempt to thrust up into that maddening mouth. I couldn’t control it. My body was responding on a primal level, feeding the phantom.

She whimpered around my length, the sound one of pure, greedy joy. Her form flickered, and for a second, she seemed a fraction more solid. The pressure of her lips tightened. The cold felt a degree warmer.

So good... so strong... just a little more... fill me... paint my throat... let me have it all... then we can find her... we can use this... we can finally FEEL...

’...?!!!’

My hands moved on their own, tangling in that long, silky hair. It was cool to the touch. I didn’t pull. I held. Anchored her.

She seemed to like it. A low, pleased hum vibrated through my shaft. "Nnngh~ Mmmh~" The sounds were muffled, wet, and utterly slutty. She sucked with a hungry, rhythmic dedication, her tongue swirling around the head on each upstroke.

I tightened my grip and guided her head down, deeper. She resisted for a second, then yielded, taking more of me into her throat. A soft gag was followed by a wet, swallowing sound. "Glurk... gulp..."

That was all the invitation I needed. Sleep was gone, replaced by a possessive, drowsy lust. I began to move my hips, fucking up into that warm, wet hole. I used her hair as the reins, controlling the depth and pace.

Schlorp. Gurgle. Slurp.

She took it. Her gagging sounds turned into a continuous, choked, pleasured struggle. "Ngh-ah! Gurk! Nhnnn~!" Each thrust made her long hair swish across my thighs. She brought her hands up, not to push me away, but to grip my hips, her nails digging in slightly, urging me on.

"That’s it," I grunted, my voice thick with sleep and arousal. "Take it all, you midnight slut."

"Mmmph! Glrrp!" was her only answer, a wet, desperate affirmation.

I picked up the pace, pistoning into her throat, the bedframe creaking softly with the rhythm. The feeling was incredible, the tight, convulsing heat, the complete anonymity, the sheer, wanton submission. The pressure built fast, a coil winding tight in my gut.

"Gonna come," I warned, slamming deep and holding there.

She just hummed again, a desperate, encouraging "Nnnnghhh~!" and swallowed around me.

I exploded. A ragged roar tore from my throat as I came, pumping what felt like buckets of thick, hot cum directly down her gullet. I felt her throat work frantically, trying to swallow the torrent. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Some of it escaped, leaking from the corners of her stretched lips where they met my skin.

I held her there until I was utterly spent, until the last pulse faded. Then I released my grip on her hair.

She pulled off with a final, wet, exhausted "Pwah..." A string of spit and semen connected her lips to my tip before it broke. She stayed on her knees for a moment, panting, her long dark hair still hiding her face. Then, without a word, she silently rose, turned, and slipped out of the room like a shadow, leaving me alone in the dark, my dick softening, and the scent of sex and mystery hanging in the air.