Midnight Eternal (17 page)

“Yes, Master,” she squeaked.

“Fuck me,” Shane growled, and went right back to fucking Sydney’s face. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Good girl,” I said with a smile and went to sit on the couch across from Shane and Gabriel.

We made small talk until Payton and her pets arrived. She admired butterfly’s breasts, and I loved the smile that my girl tried to hide at the attention.

Gabriel, Shane, Payton, and I carried on a light conversation about work, extended family, and a new toy that had come out we might like to try with our pets. Although I was following the conversation, my attention was on butterfly, who was sitting at my feet. She had begun to wriggle, and I knew that the O-rings were starting to cause increased pressure.

“Is something the matter, little one?” I asked, leaning down and grazing her nipple with the back of my hand. She hissed in pain then held her breath. I couldn’t help but smirk when she nodded her head. “Tell me, do your nipples hurt? Speak.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“Would you like them off?”

She hesitated for a moment, then responded, “Yes, Master.”

“And what will you offer me to remove them?”

She bit her lower lip and squirmed. “Anything. I’ll offer you anything.”

That was the perfect answer. She’d given herself to me, and I had the right to do anything to her I wished, but I wanted to hear her say it. Telling a submissive you planned on fucking them was one thing, but hearing one beg you to fuck her was another.

“You need to be specific, butterfly. What will you beg me to do?”

“I’ll…um….beg you to whip me.”

I was quiet, letting her think some more.

“Or flog me, or the crop,” she added quickly.

Again I didn’t respond.

After a full minute she said, “Or, I could beg you to let me drink from you.”

My only response was, “Hmmmmm.”

She gulped. “I could beg you to drink from me.” That took a lot for her to offer, because it would put her on full display in front of everyone.

“As much as I’d love to drink from you, I don’t think that you are ready for that.” That was partially true. The rest of the truth was, I didn’t want every male in the room to smell her and see her like that while I was distracted.

“So you will drink from me.” Her breath hitched. “And when I come, I will remove the rings from your nipples.”

She nodded, and I pulled my cock from my pants. It was the first sexual act we’d performed in public, so I wanted to be sure my girl was comfortable.

“What flower are you on?”

“Lily,” she whispered, looking down at my cock.

“Good girl. You may begin.”

I’d received plenty of head while my family and friends watched, and I’d always been able to carry on a normal conversation, but this time was different. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I just
reveled in the pleasure of her mouth on me. I could smell her arousal and I knew that she was enjoying this display of exhibitionism, as well.  

“So good, babygirl,” I groaned, stroking her hair. I didn’t last long, and with a loud groan, I came down my butterfly’s throat. Like a good girl, she kept my cock in her mouth until I gently lifted her head from me.

She looked up at me with adoration. “On my lap,” I commanded and she scrambled onto my lap instantly. Placing one of her knees on either side of my thighs so that she was straddling me, I took one nipple into my mouth, removing the O-ring with my tongue. She whimpered while I was removing it, then cried out in pain when the blood rushed back to the sensitive peak. I licked and sucked to soothe the ache. She’d done so well, and I wanted her to feel good as soon as possible. After a few minutes, she’d relaxed and I used the same procedure to remove the second one.

I held her head against my chest and just enjoyed the feeling of her in my arms for a moment. “You did so well, my butterfly,” I whispered while stroking her hair. “I want to reward you.” She didn’t move, but a whimper escaped her lips when I said quietly, “I’m going to flog your ass in front of everyone.”

Standing with her still in my arms, I put her feet on the ground then led her to some restraints attached to the wall. As much as I wanted to flog her breasts and pussy, I knew that her nipples had taken enough abuse tonight. Securing her wrists first and then her ankles, I took the flogger from my bag and swung it hard, landing it on her ass. She cried out, making the most delicious sound and drawing the attention of those near us. By the time I’d made contact with her ass five times, there was a small crowd around us, and by ten, it seemed nearly everyone in the place was watching me turn my butterfly’s ass pink.

She moaned and whimpered with each stroke. Her nipples weren’t visible for me to tell if they were erect, but I could both see and smell the arousal that seeped from her pink pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the males, but all appeared to be in check. I felt better when I saw Gabriel and Shane standing nearby, as well. Even though she was my mate, not theirs, we were family and we cared for each other.

My cock throbbed as I watched her body tremble, her legs shaking from a combination of the pleasure and pain. “Do you want to come, my butterfly?” I asked in a loud and clear voice.

Like a good pet, she didn’t answer. I brought the flogger up between her legs, making contact with the sticky wetness of her pussy, causing her to squeal. “Do you want to come?” I repeated.

I could see the liquid increase, wetting her thighs. Giving her pussy one more hard swat, I released her ankles and wrists at lightning speed and spun her around.

“Come, butterfly,” I commanded, rubbing my finger on her clit to give her the friction she needed. Her eyes were closed when she squirted in front of the crowd of people, saturating the room with her scent. While her arousal clearly turned many of the Bocaj on, none made a move for her, all choosing their own partners instead. I walked with pride as I led my exhausted butterfly back to the seating area we had used earlier, glad I’d come in her mouth before or I wouldn’t have been able to fight the desire to bend her over the couch and empty my balls into her right then.

Instead, I restrained myself. “Sit,” I commanded, pointing at the floor next to a chair I sat in myself. “You did very well, butterfly. Such a good girl.”

My family came back moments later with looks of awe on their faces.

“That was amazing,” Shane said with a smile.

I spoke of how I’d learned the right amount of force to use with my girl, and how it had increased as she had changed. Our conversation then drifted to other light topics with all of the Masters participating and the submissives sitting quietly at our feet, with the exception of Caroline, who was in Gabriel’s lap.

“So, I assume you and your pet discussed Sunday,” Gabriel said after a while, changing the conversation to a more serious one.

“Yes, and she wants to have the transformation done.”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and although there are some things that you can do to help make this go more smoothly, I think we need to think about some of the things that could go wrong.”

I didn’t like having this conversation in front of Bec when she was in submissive mode because I wanted her to be able to speak freely.

“I’ve talked with Bec about making sure she had as much semen in her as possible,” I said to Gabriel.

“And that’s a good start, but I think we should be prepared for worst case scenarios.”

I didn’t want to think about worst-case scenarios. We all knew what that would mean, but Gabriel continued anyway. “Oliver, have you thought about what lengths you would go to to make sure this is successful?”

“What lengths? I’d do anything!”

Gabriel looked at Shane, then at me. “It’s good to hear you say that, because in almost all of the cases I’ve heard about, the person who underwent the transformation was receiving an enormous amount of semen from multiple donors at multiple points of entry.”

The world stopped.

Was Gabriel saying what it sounded like? Was he seriously suggesting that while my girl was struggling through a metamorphosis, we should have a gangbang?

“Oliver, before you say anything, it would only be if things were going very very badly,” Shane commented.

“They would have to be going pretty damn badly!” I shouted, causing a few heads to turn.

“Yes they would,” Gabriel said calmly. “But if they were, you need to think this through and talk it over with Bec. I didn’t want to wait until Sunday to bring it up because I wanted to make sure you two discussed it in detail. Perhaps it might be better to have males on hand that you and she don’t know, just in case. That way it might prevent any uncomfortable moments in the future.”

I closed my eyes and tried to process what he was saying. He thought it might go badly enough that he and Shane, and potentially Caleb, would need to fuck my mate, but in order to spare anyone from being uncomfortable at the holidays, we should find some complete strangers to fuck her instead.

Standing out of frustration, I paced back and forth in front of the couch. I needed to calm down, and there was only one thing that I knew always worked; I needed to feed.

Without a word, I scooped her up and carried her quickly her to another room. Lifting her onto the wooden table, I spread her legs wide. Without warning, I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy, making her arch her back and cry out in surprise. I began pumping hard and fast to draw out the liquid I craved. I knew it would calm me instantly.

“Come,” I commanded when I heard her breath hitch.

“Ungh,” was the only sound she made as the liquid flowed from her body. I gulped as it coated my throat.

“Again!” I demanded, adding a third finger. I fucked her hard and she responded as I expected.

I drank and drank until I felt calm and my balls were full. Pulling my mouth from her pussy, I looked up at her. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her eyes were closed.

“Hands and knees,” I instructed, licking the last of her sweet nectar from my lips.

Holding her hips tightly, I lined up with her pussy, and thrust hard and fast. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned in pleasure.

I continued to pound into her until I felt my release. “Let me reward you, my butterfly,” I groaned. She was mine and I knew it, but I felt the need to mark her as such in the most primitive of ways. I pulled out and, pumping my cock with my fist, came all over her stomach and breasts. Our eyes had locked, and any remaining anxiety I’d felt dissolved immediately.

We stayed motionless for a few minutes after my rapture ended, just staring at each other. Finally breaking the trance, I wiped her clean and then pulled her into my arms. “Butterfly, you may speak freely. Did you hear what Gabriel was saying out there?”

She nodded. “Yes, and it’s going to be alright. I just know it is,” she reassured me.

“But if it isn’t. Did you hear what we may have to do?” I hated bringing it up, but we had to discuss it. If the transformation didn’t go well, if I was losing her, would I allow it? Would she want it? “I just need to know your feelings. I think I would do anything to save you, but I’m not sure if I could be part of that. I know I never could if I knew you didn’t want it.”

“Want it?” she asked, biting her lip. “No, I don’t want it, but I’d do anything to spend the rest of
your
life with you.”

“So you’re saying it’s alright? You’re saying you’d be okay with being taken…in that way?”

“Only if it was them, not strangers. I know it might make things awkward, but if it were them—Gabriel, Shane, and Caleb—it would only be to save me. It wouldn’t be for any other reason.”

I nodded. She made sense. “Ready to go back?”

We returned to the main room to find that the Caleb, little girl, and Sydney had gathered in the submissives’ corner.

I went to talk to Shane and Gabriel now that I was much more calm. I told then that my girl and I spoke a bit, and we agreed to the back up plan.

Anton, one of the club managers, walked up to me. “Oliver, you have a phone call.” He handed me a cordless phone belonging to Verde.

I never brought my cell phone with me to the club. For one thing, I wouldn’t want the distraction. For another, anyone who would call me was already at the club.

“Hello?” I said, wondering who was on the line.

“Oliver, it’s Jeremy. I’m glad I was able to reach you,” he said. It took me a moment to place him. With all of the excitement I’d had tonight, I wasn’t thinking clearly.

“How are you and Hannah?” I asked. I was curious to see if his girl had the mating marks, like butterfly’s.

“That’s what I was calling about. Things were going well, really well, and then I nearly lost her.”

“Lost her?” I asked in shock.

He sighed. “She’d been almost like me. She didn’t need to sleep and rarely ate human food. She was strong, and could see and hear just like a Bocaj.” It sounded just like my butterfly. “Then cherry started taking naps. They were just short ones at first, then they got longer and longer.” I thought about how I loved the short naps that Bec and I had taken the past few afternoons. “Eventually, she was sleeping almost nonstop. I had her lay in the sun and she forced down human food, but nothing seemed to help. She got weaker and weaker.” His voice broke. “Of course we’d stopped having sex. In hindsight, that’s what almost killed her.”