I’d been so distracted that I hadn’t realised that Beezle and Bub had vacated my neck at some point and had made their way to the hammock, where they were wrapped around Luci in a tangle of black and white fur, and three smug ferret faces.

“She missed them.” Jemma reached in, scratching Bub under his chin. “You especially, lover boy.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked against the shell of her ear. She shivered, turning to me with a grin that was more devilish than anything I’d ever managed.

“Starving,” she murmured, grabbing my hand and tugging.

She dragged us through the gaping crowds, ignoring the titters about a ‘hot devil daddy’ that had me thankful that red skin never showed a blush. Human women … and some of the men … were remarkably randy.

“Uh, Mouse?” I began, squeezing her hand and jerking a thumb down another aisle. “The cafeteria is that way.”

She pulled harder, and I stumbled forwards. She was strong when she wanted to be. But I remained mystified about what she wanted so badly … until she stopped, elbowing open a door with those crude male and female symbols on it. The ones I now knew meant ‘all-gender bathroom’.

“In,” she commanded, holding the door for me, her barely contained breasts almost spilling from her corset. When a determined, pink-haired woman told me to get into a bathroom, I complied. Always.

“Are we … is this a sordid bathroom romp, Jemma Bliss?” I whispered as she locked the door behind us. She responded by licking her lips and going to her knees in front of me. I sucked in a breath.

“Mouse, you … I don’t need you to … I have important things I need to discuss with you—” My words broke off in a throaty snarl as her fingers made short work of the laces on my breeches.

“You asked me if I’m hungry … now feed me,” she demanded.

“Well …” I swallowed as she tugged my breeches aside, and my cock sprang out, more than ready for what she was planning. “Who am I to deny my female her favourite meal?” I gripped the counter behind me, a desperate moan tearing from my throat as she took my cock in hand.

“You’re delicious, that’s what you are …” She punctuated her words with a lick at the precum already leaking from the slit of my cock. She shivered with pleasure, her pupils blowing wide. “My delicious devil.”

Even if she hadn’t chosen that exact moment to take me deep into her greedy throat, I would have been putty in her hands. I was every time she called me hers.

“Fuck … Mouse. You want me to fuck that pretty throat of yours, don’t you?”