I lay in Bunny’s arms, my face pressed to his chest, and I sobbed quietly. The worst was over, and I stopped wailing, but emotions still coursed through my bloodstream, squeezing fresh tears out of my eyes.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Bunny soothed, stroking my head and back, his mouth pressed to the top of my head. “You’ll be fine, Alice. Just let it all out.”
I wailed again, wondering how on earth he was so perfect. I had once cried in front of Richard. He told me to shut up, because he couldn’t hear his show on TV.
Whereas Bunny… Why, he not only comforted me, he also encouraged me to cry more! Which was exactly what I needed. Something very tight, very hurting had gotten loose in my chest, opening the floodgates, and it kept pouring out.
The tears were healing. Letting the emotion pass through me felt good. And being held through it, held with such care and acceptance, was healing, too.
Finally, no more tears came. My sobbing quietened. I blew my nose and returned to the haven of Bunny’s arms, where I lay, raw and empty, and just breathed.
The thing about him, I thought as he kissed the top of my head, murmuring how brave and good I was, was that he didn’t take me personally. It almost seemed like he didn’t have an ego to hurt. He saw me crying, and he didn’t immediately assume he was to blame.
Richard would have, I knew. He would have thought, very rightly, that I was crying because of him. That thought would make him uncomfortable, so he would get angry and tell me to shut up to stop the discomfort.
And Bunny saw me crying and didn’t come jumping to conclusions or assigning guilt. He saw that I was in pain and came rushing to support me.
“I’m better,” I said, feeling more like myself. “And I wish you could stay. Not why I was crying, mind you. I’m not that dramatic usually. Just… wish you’d stay.”
Bunny didn’t answer, just kissed the top of my head again. I slid higher up to look at his face. He ran his thumb across my cheek, catching one half-dried tear, and leaned close.
We kissed slowly at first. Tender kisses that comforted as much as they aroused. But soon, his hands came to rest right over my ass while mine roamed over the muscles of his back, and the kiss changed. It became hungrier, more demanding, and finally, Bunny turned me so I lay on my back, and he was on top of me.
We didn’t speak.
He kissed my cheeks and eyes, returned to my mouth for more frenzied kisses, and licked down to the hollow of my throat, making low, masculine moans.
I opened my legs and arched my back, rubbing myself over his erection when he returned to my mouth for another searing kiss. He gasped when I pressed into his shaft, and thrust his hips on instinct, his eyes fluttering closed as he breathed through his mouth, his face twisted in an intense emotion.
I reached between our bodies and wrapped my hand around his cock, guiding him to me. His eyes flashed open, two deep pools of golden fire, and he groaned, adjusting his hips until the head of his cock pushed past my entrance.
He froze, motionless, panting. His jaw flexed, his eyes boring into me. Slowly, he pushed further in, every inch of his progress punctuated by gasping breaths. He stretched me open, his cock moving easily in my wetness despite its girth.
I let out broken little sounds, and when he finally filled me completely, our bodies flush against each other, I dug my nails into his back to stop him.
After my emotional turmoil, having him inside me felt much more intimate, more vulnerable than sex had ever felt. The emotions swirled inside me, a chaos of feeling so close to the surface, I was afraid it would tear out of me. I felt out of control, gripped by passion I didn’t understand, and he was the catalyst.
When Bunny moved, it was slow and hesitant at first. I kept my eyes open to watch the emotions playing across his face. First intense focus, closely followed by the scrunching up of his features as if in pain, and then a look of raw passion, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth loose.
And then I didn’t watch any longer. I closed my eyes, too, because the pleasure radiating from his cock stroking inside me claimed all my attention.
His shape felt divine. The thicker portions of his shaft pressed into me, the friction setting off ecstatic sparks in my belly. Intense pressure built where I knew my G-spot was, stimulated by every thrust of Bunny’s unique cock.
I arched my back, really getting into it now, my nails digging into his ass and urging him on. But suddenly, his rhythm stuttered, hips thrusting fast, then stopping. He groaned and pulled back, his cum pouring out of me.
“Oh,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed.
It was his first time. Logically, I should have expected this. And yet…
Bunny thrust back in, picking up right where he left off. I cracked my eyes open and met his golden gaze. He grinned, reaching between our bodies, and brought up his finger coated in golden honey. He pushed it in my mouth, and I licked it clean with a moan.
He might be a thousand years old, but he had the body of a young stud, strong and virile. No wonder he could come and still be hard. Insatiable.
I would probably beg him to stop before he was done with me.
Our heavy breaths mixed with the sounds of our bodies sliding against each other. The air was redolent with the scent of his honey, and the traces of its sweetness still lingered on my tongue when he kissed me.
This time, Bunny truly fucked me, thrusting hard and fast. I worked my hips, meeting him halfway, and soon, my G-spot pulsed with a steady pressure, climbing toward an orgasm.
I dug my nails into his back, releasing a broken moan. He fucked me harder, positively slamming into me and groaning, and I crashed from my high, my pussy clamping on his cock.
Bunny groaned again, picked up the pace, and a moment later, when my orgasm was just petering out, the waves of pleasure still splashing through me, he stilled, buried deep inside me, and spilled his release again.
We stayed like that, both breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together. And then Bunny twitched, groaned with discomfort, and rolled off me.
“Ow. Didn’t notice it until now, but my thigh is killing me,” he said, reaching down to massage his leg.
“This was the best sex in my life,” I said with wonder, shifting uncomfortably when I felt a cramp in my buttock.
“Same,” Bunny said, and then chuckled. “Can’t wait to see what the next time will be.”
“Yeah, but bathroom first,” I said, rolling off the bed gracelessly. “Oh wow. I can barely stand. Good job, magic boy.”
He laughed, the sound so hearty, I paused, just watching him. He looked entirely relaxed, with his hands behind his head. His glittery, amber eyes were soft, beckoning. He looked stunning, like a magical creature and male perfection all in one.
I fled to the bathroom, quickly folding up my feelings and tucking them away to deal with later.
He would leave. I would stay. And maybe, just maybe, he would come back next Easter. And I would not break down and cry now, because we had a few more hours together, and I was determined to enjoy the fuck out of them.
When Bunny came in the bathroom, I was composed, already standing under the shower. He joined me, and we spent a very pleasant quarter of an hour just soaping each other up. It was cramped, but we were both in a goofy mood, splashing water over each other’s faces, laughing and kissing until my heart was full.
Soon, we fucked again, and this time, Bunny drove into me from behind, playing with my clit without breaking the perfect rhythm of his hard thrusts. Then we collapsed on the bed and just lay together, breathing. He played with my hair, I fondled his abs, and it was the most content I’d ever felt with an adult.
“You’re mine, you know,” Bunny said out of the blue, winding a lock of my hair around his finger. “I’ll be back here next Easter. And the next… And maybe, one day, I could stay.”
I turned to look at his face. He looked pensive, his eyes unfocused. Looking somewhere far into the future.
“You could stay? So… There is a way for you to do that?”
He sighed, let go of my hair, and turned to face me, propping his head up on his hand.
“There is. And we’re not doing it yet.”
“What? Why?” I asked, outraged that he was only mentioning it now. “If there is a way for you to stay, I want to do it.”
He shook his head and reached to my face, but I knocked his hand aside.
“Talk.”
He sighed and closed his eyes briefly.
“Fine. Just remember that I know you. And I don’t expect you to agree, though I’ll keep hoping. But whatever you decide, it won’t change how I feel about you.”
I squinted at him, trying not to be creeped out by the disclaimer. It sounded serious.
“There is only one way for me to stay on Earth. I can stay if I impregnate a human woman. There is an ancient covenant in place, a magic as old as life, that says if a creature begets a child on a human woman, he must stay by her side and raise his offspring.”
We were quiet for a moment, in which I briefly entertained the fantasy: Bunny by my side, being a father and playmate for Derek, and me, happy beyond belief, singing lullabies to my pregnant belly.
But I could not sustain that vision. It shattered when memories poured in. Richard leaving me alone to deal with everything. Calling me names. Being a shitty father and a worse husband. I looked at Bunny, telling myself he would never be like that…
But I had known him for a day. And it wasn’t just my life and future on the line.
“I can’t,” I said, looking away. “It’s a big decision. And Derek needs me to be responsible. He needs stability, and a safe environment, and I can’t…”
Bunny pressed his finger to my mouth, looking at me with warm affection.
“Alice, I know. I know all your reasons to say no, and I support them. You’re on the pill, anyway. Even if you wanted to, it won’t happen this year, and I am glad of this. I want you to be absolutely sure first. And finding this kind of certainty takes time. I’m fine with that.”
We lay quietly, only our shoulders touching. I stared at the ceiling, a horrible longing growing in my chest. I was so tempted to just say fuck it—and ask him for a magic way to make me fertile. He was the Easter bunny, and I knew Easter was about fertility. He could do that, I was sure.
I wanted to, so much.
But he was right. To build that kind of trust, after everything I’d been through, would take time.
“I like Derek very much,” Bunny said. “He’s a wonderful child. And it was your love for him that brought me to you in the first place. I know of a few ways to look into your world, maybe even interact a little… So I’ll keep an eye on him. And on you. We will all be fine, Alice. It’s just a year for now. And then we’ll see.”
I turned to him. He enveloped me in his warm embrace, and I sighed, the longing squeezing my chest from the inside.
“Are there any bunny ladies in your land? Or other women? Female creatures? Goddesses?”
Bunny chuckled, running his fingers through my hair.
“There are. Goddess Eostre and her court.”
He didn’t elaborate, only pressed me close, and I squirmed in his hold.
“Don’t go sleeping around with them,” I grumbled. “And I won’t fondle any male butts in the gym.”
I pulled away to look at his face. Bunny grinned, looking much too pleased with himself.
“Yes, I’m jealous,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Reassure me.”
He laughed softly and then mussed my hair.
“Didn’t you listen? You are mine. There is only you, Alice. No other woman, goddess, or bunny lady is going to turn my head, because all my thoughts and hopes are already full of you. I’ll be faithful.”
“Well, good,” I said, pushing hair out of my eyes. “I won’t date or have sex with anyone else, either.”
After that, we stopped talking. It seemed like everything had been said, the goodbyes and arrangements made.
We had three more hours until midnight.
In that time, we made love two more times and cuddled afterwards, mapping out each other’s bodies with curious fingers and lips. At one point, I dozed off, lulled to sleep by Bunny’s even breathing and his warm, strong arms around me. He made me feel safe, supported, and loved, and I drifted away.
When I woke up, I was alone.
