“How is your ass?” my peacock feathered mate asks me when we finally have time to catch our breaths. We lie tangled together in my bed. “I’m sorry if I went too far.”
“It’s pretty sore,” I admit. “But I liked what you did to me. I’ve never… I’ve done nothing like it before. I think we both needed it.”
I glance over at her, and she smiles at me. Her feathers are disheveled and all over the place. I’ve seen bird slaves groom each other, and I want to do the same to her. I’m not as skillful, but it doesn’t seem like that bothers her. In fact, the attention suits her.
“There is just one thing that I missed, though,” I tell her honestly. “I wanted to scream your name, but we didn’t get around to….”
“Peacock, Madam Celeste,” she interrupts with a spicy voice. Her smile is all but gone, and h
