Chapter 63 #2
“Do you remember the first time we met?” He brushes a hand across her hair.
“You were scared to go into the classroom alone. I was scared too, but seeing you made me want to be brave—to lend you some comfort. You made me brave, Jenna. You made me play better. You made me finally see… that it’s always been you.
That moment when you took my hand is one of the best moments of my life. ”
Jenna shudders, making a small sniffling sound. Then, slowly, she uncurls her hand from my shirt and lowers it to her lap.
Killian understands and gently takes it.
“I miss you,” she whispers, turning her head slightly toward him.
“I’ve missed you too.” His eyes fill with a sincerity that astounds me. “So damn much. But I’m here now.” He leans close, curving his hand around the back of her head as he says close to her ear, “Please let me spend the rest of my life making up for it.”
Her chest shakes. She lifts her head, and a strangled sound escapes her, like she wants to say something but can’t get the words out. Then she collapses forward, into Killian’s arms, clinging to his neck while weeping into his shoulder.
The affection he shows her as he holds her close, peppers tiny kisses all over her hair, and whispers tender reassurances, makes pride swell in my chest. And gratitude. For these two people. For the love and the resolution all three of us have found in this warped but healing dynamic.
Jenna spends a few minutes crying into Killian’s shoulder, then lifts her head to me.
Leaning across the space between us, she hugs me, then turns back to curl up in Killian’s lap again.
I move closer, caressing her side and her legs, letting her feel that we’re both here for her—our precious girl that we’re both going to spend the rest of our lives taking care of.
I’m not entirely sure how it’s going to work, but it’s just the details I’m uncertain of.
All the important bits seem to have fallen into place; we’ll figure out the rest as we go.
Eventually, Jenna stops crying, slumping in Killian’s embrace.
“We should bring her to bed—your bed,” Killian says. “She feels safest there.”
He’s about to get up with her in his arms when she pushes out from him and lets out a tiny, “No.”
We both pause.
“Do you want to be alone with Dad?” Killian asks softly—no hurt or uncertainty, just acceptance and focus on getting her better.
“N-no. I want the tail.” Biting her lower lip, she drops her gaze to the ground.
I hum and rub her head. “The kitten wants her tail.”
A wide smile spreads over Killian’s face. “Such a dirty little kitten.” Grabbing her by the waist, he hoists her onto all fours, over his legs. With an arm around her waist, he grips her tightly to him. “Ask Dad, very nicely, to give you the tail, so you can become a real little kitten.”
She groans in protest, but she only hesitates a moment before she speaks. “Please, Ian, will you give me a tail, so I can become a real kitten?”
“My pleasure.” I move to sit behind her, grab the lube and the tail, and begin the process again.
This time, there’s no panic or fear. There’s plenty of humiliation, but it all mixes with the pleasure, drawing long moans from her throat, making her hide her head against her arm even as she eagerly arches her back, making her butt jut out.
When the butt plug is finally seated inside her, Killian gives her a scratch behind the ear. “Good little kitten. Now crawl to the couch so we can really see what a good kitty you’ve become. Then come back here and get your reward.”
Jenna’s hips sway in a way that makes my cock ache as she crawls through the room and back. I’m about to excuse myself and go rub one out in the shower when Jenna returns, but Killian has other plans.
“Do you know what your reward is?” he asks Jenna.
She shakes her head.
“Since you’ve been such a good little kitten, you get to suck Dad off and make him come.”
I release a feral grunt. I haven’t taken her mouth since before she dissociated, thinking it would be too much.
But the way she licks her lips tells me it’s just what she needs.
I have to stop treating her with kid gloves whenever something goes wrong.
Jenna needs this—our dominance and the depravity.
Suddenly, I can’t rein in the urge to dominate her. “Take me out, now,” I demand.
She scampers around on her knees and reaches up for my belt. It’s only then, while she unbuckles it and unzips my pants, that I realize she’s about to take my cock out in front of my son. I block her hands and aim my attention at Killian.
He’s unfazed, tongue darting over his tongue as he watches Jenna—her tail and her curves.
“You’d better suck him real good,” he says. “If you do, you’ll get another reward.” He lifts his gaze to me while saying the last part, a challenge or maybe a question in his expression. When he reaches his hand between her legs, making her gasp, I understand what he means.
We shouldn’t is the first thought that pops into my mind.
But it holds little weight. That ship has long sailed.
‘Shouldn’t’ has been the headline of each and every single thing we’ve done since Jenna came through our front door.
And that’s part of what turns me on—turns all of us on.
So I agree to Killian’s unspoken question.
“If you’re a good girl and suck me off really well, then he’ll fuck your pussy. ”
Jenna releases a shuddery breath, letting me know he still hasn’t fucked her in that hole—as I expected. He’s been holding back with her as well.
“Would you like that? Killian in your pussy, me in your mouth?”
She bobs her head eagerly.
“At the same time,” I add, testing the waters.
Her reaction is just as depraved and enthusiastic as Killian’s and my desire to go further.
She adds a mewl and a little wriggle to the eager nodding.
And there goes my self-control. Grabbing her hair, I free my cock and push straight into her mouth, all the way to the back.
She gags and grabs at my legs, struggling to process.
But we’ve done this enough times, and she relaxes her throat, allowing me in.
So I push on, into her throat, then back to rest the tip on her tongue.
Killian has already put on a condom and is lowering himself behind her.
I sink to the floor as well, slowly, keeping her head around my cock as I go.
She steadies herself on her hands, sucking and licking, wanting more.
Her moan when Killian toys at her opening vibrates around my cock, making me shudder.
“I’m not gonna last long,” I rasp.
“Me either,” Killian says, flipping her tail onto her back and positioning himself.
Jenna mewls eagerly, arching her back. She’s not gonna last long either.
Without words or even a quiet sign, we both start advancing at the same time, me sinking into her throat and Killian into her pussy. Jenna goes wild, moaning and clawing at the ground.
Killian gives the tail a few small pulls, jostling the butt plug, and it doesn’t take more than a few minutes of fucking her before her toes make a few telltale spasms.
“Shit, she’s already there,” he groans, also noticing. “We’d better hurry, or she’ll come without us.”
We both pick up the pace, tightening our grips—me on her hair, him on her waist. Jenna sputters around me, struggling with the depth I’m forcing upon her, but melts into us at the same time.
It’s so damn beautiful the way she gives into us.
Our growls and groans fill the space, raw and primal against the soft sounds of Jenna’s mewls.
It’s depraved, immoral, and wrong, but it also feels right, like we’re a three-part puzzle that’s finally coming together.
My balls draw up, a tingling sensation erupting at the base of my spine.
“Be a good kitten and lap up Dad’s cum,” Killian instructs, just before I come.
She stretches her throat, eagerly opening up in time to take my cum. And at that same moment, she spasms, her mewls growing more stuttered and erratic. Killian releases a deep, feral growl. We’re all coming. At the same moment. All lost in the riptide.
Part of me wonders what will happen when the bubble snaps, but it’s just a fleeting thought. There’s no flimsy illusion that can break, because this is us. All connected in various ways, at peace in this forbidden threesome we’ve created.
I slowly pull out, Killian does the same, and Jenna melts in a limp heap on the floor.
There’s no awkwardness. Killian leans over Jenna, resting his head on her hips, and I bring her head into my lap, stroking her hair softly.
Then we just stay there, all panting, coming down from the intense pleasure.
“Let’s bring her to the couch,” I finally say and give Killian a go-ahead nod when he hesitates to lift her into his arms. “You take her.”
He brings her to the couch, where she curls up in his lap. I sit a couple of feet away, giving them some space, but close enough to stroke her once in a while. Silence descends again, calm and peaceful. Jenna drifts off, and Killian I alternate between zoning out and caressing her.
As Killian slowly comes out of the daze, I notice little changes.
He sucks in long, steadying breaths, his expression tightens, and his left foot taps against the floor for short intervals of time.
He’s struggling with himself—his old, deep-seated instincts to run—but he’s not giving in to them.
If anything, he grips Jenna tighter, anxiously making sure she’s not leaving, finding comfort in her.
I debate with myself for a while whether I should mention it or keep quiet.
I’m always very careful about treading into emotional waters with Killian, but after the change he’s undergone and the scene we just shared—fucking Jenna at the same time—staying quiet feels like an affront to the trust we’re building.
So I decide to give Killian just that—my trust and my confidence in his newfound ability to face his emotions.