Chapter 29: Twenty-Nine
os Tower Two, the Palace home of Neu-Jupiter, the expansive area of the penthouse summit nest twice that of the original Palace Tower in the older Eos One where most elites still lived and laboured for Jupiter.
For now, the newer location was yet to serve a different purpose for the Blondies, though soon, some of the additional levels below Iason's own would be auctioned off to high bidders, the Council having circulated unconfirmed news that they would allow a second batch of residents to occupy the same privileged address as Iason Mink, themselves occupying its apartments and estates long before.
Even far-off dignitaries and royalties expressed their interest in these units, hoping that perhaps by this, they'd be closer to the heir of Tanagura and his favours, never mind if most certainly the Palace would be off-limits as it already was.
Now of course this was not the only thing interesting with the new Eos Tower. The amenities here were even grander than its predecessor, boasting of Fifteen Stars accommodations all the way as confirmed by the first group of owners the Council had originally allowed to occupy the bottom five stories of the tower, them twelve taking the ones up top as they had in Eos One.
The gardens here were enormous, the pet salons and built-in luxury rooms immense, the facilities top rate...even the security was unparalleled...all things definitely put into quite the scrutiny and consideration for the sake of giving the superior of all Blondies and his superior of all Pets, the best possible comfort…
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The Palace Court was silent; the only sound breaking was the low murmur of the fountains and waterfall features making their eternal cycle in splashes on the surface of the infinite pools. Grand and majestic, the home slumbered in utter peace, the bustle from the rest of Midas and Tanagura itself, Eos One and even the simple noise of the lower levels doing nothing to disturb this dimmed quiet. Their quiet.
Riki had been standing on the dressing platform when Iason entered, the Blondie having just finished taking a call from Katze who now had Katron in his stead for some maintenance, not that the Master thought it was necessary, but to help assess the progress of the Furniture's programming, not to mention, to determine if the top Trinity's state of mind had been affected by his first abrupt and quite brutal awakening.
For now the Pet was being tended to by the more pacific Kantre, whose crop was perhaps the closest to the Furniture standard length of hair in Tanagura, Katron having shoulder-length tresses and Katrice with a braid as long as Riki's had been before he had his nurse cut it off. Speaking of which, the Master considered if it would be possible to sway his Pet to grow his hair longer again. His love did look better with that aristocratic length.
Iason slowly walked over, seeing that the Furniture was now about to undo the spider's web they had weaved through the Pet's feathers. Katrice had already returned with house clothes, Riki having been undressed from the waist up, left bare and bare-footed, eyeing the form of his Master through the multiple mirrors that allowed the view in a full one-eighty angle.
"Wait. Leave that," Iason stopped them as the Trinity reached for the gossamer ends, the well-hidden portion where one could undo the threads easily.
He gestured for them to leave.
Katrice immediately placed the Pet's dressing gown down a nearby couch, knowing that he won't need it for now more or less. The twins bowed in unison before disappearing as instructed, likewise leaving a half-naked Riki with his wings unfurled in front of the mirrors. The Pet flapped them once and smiled at the Blondie.
Himself smiling, con amore, Iason moved to embrace his Pet, wanting to do so still despite having had him trapped in his arms all night so far already.
"Aren't you a show-stealer tonight?" commented the Man.
With one hand he disrobed, revealing his stark naked body beneath the silk, erection already engorged and wanting, unfurling his own hidden wings.
He spread the impressive span either side of them, showing Riki, before folding one to wrap his love with. These amazing flight implements had always been velvety to the touch, and it reminded the Pet of the softness of their bed sheets. He tucked himself in, feeling the wet tip of Iason's arousal press the small of his back.
Riki shuddered. His need was also fast-becoming apparent. He'd actually been waiting for his beloved to surface and sweep him up into yet another episode of heady bliss, having been fellated in the car on the way home already, and in the mood for even more.
"Great choice of decoration," the Blondie, despite being in such an excited state, managed to finger one of Riki's plumes to examine the threads there, noting the tight, intricate pattern: a show of his Furniture's inventiveness and skill. It's amazing what the triplets can do with their hands. "These silver threads are actually engineered weapon prototypes. They're also used to strengthen armours and shields," Iason told him, whispering as he bent in to kiss the Pet behind his ear, making Riki shiver.
The Pet exhaled, "I didn't know that."
Iason was already working to arouse him, his pants already undone by its side zips and the organ beneath its tightness caressed by the Blondie's wandering hand, squeezing tenderly, sliding possessively. He focused on the head, juicing it for the evidence of his beloved's own need. Riki couldn't help but pant and swallow, throwing his head back to press against his Master...
When Katron brought out the threads to show him, he'd thought them at first to be no more than mere extravagant lengths of jewelry. Now he was being told they were munitions, and could imagine how they must serve likewise to lacerate, the engineered diamonds in each indent sharp enough to run through glass and steel though, so far, they hadn't wounded him in any way since they'd been weaved in through his pennons.
The Master continued, "If you allow them to stay threaded with your wings, after a while, you'd find that they'd fuse with them entirely.
"But they do suit your wings rather perfectly."
"Maybe I should keep them then?"
Iason laughed, honestly amused. "I leave that decision to you. Either way, they're lovely...on you."
Riki grinned. He did not protest when Iason yanked what remained of his constrictions down, helping him to raise a leg so that the black pants slipped off to his ankle. He remained in that position, wings fluttering as the Blondie stayed him to caress the spheres of his manhood, giving the two jewels a light tug before gliding a finger further down where the tip teased the hidden folds of his eagerly contracting anus.
Such a lewd pose.
Riki could see himself in a ready state for pleasure, panting as his arms flew up to wrap around his Master's nape and play with his hair. His nipples twitched and perked, as hard as his length below.
"Were you satisfied?" Riki had to ask about tonight, how he'd carried himself, leaning in for more of that touch.
"Very," the Blondie smiled. "Stunning theatrics. Was it all your idea?"
"I had Katron's help," the Pet admitted, not wanting to hog all the glory.
"Remind me to reward him then…"
Iason was not one for further patience tonight. Already, his cock was arching, throbbing, wanting to be buried deep into his mongrel.
"Speaking of, how...how is he?" but Riki seemed to want to converse, which made the Blondie growl in annoyance.
"He's getting maintained. He'll be back in the morning. Now shut up so I can fuck you."
It was Riki's turn to laugh. He didn't mean to delay anything, and when he told Iason this, all the Blondie did was kiss him.
As their lips fused, the Master's tongue asserted its dominance, taking its time to probe as his own fingers first rubbed the wrinkled outside of his Pet's orifice before sliding in, finding Riki already moist and heaving for him, in the same state of hunger, swallowing his digits delightfully. The Blondie had decided he wanted to take his lover standing up, and loosened with haste the entrance by which Riki would take his large appendage.
The Pet moaned. "I don't understand what happened…"
There was no need. All Riki needed to know was that whatever it was that would happen from here onward was so that he could be protected. So that they could be protected. Iason was already working hard to maintain the peace of their existence; despite knowing that sooner he'd be plunging himself into a situation that even the old Jupiter was unfamiliar of...
Their wings clasped over their heads, the canopies they made a mingling mass of night and night, two shades of darkness: Iason's blue meeting from behind Riki's sable.
"I said stop talking Pet," the Master insisted, his fingers exiting the fleshy chasms causing Riki to whine in disappointment, a thin thread of fluid linking his fingertips with the hole. Iason laughed. "Ah, beautiful..."
He re-positioned Riki bending over, the Pet automatically spreading his legs and raising his ass, willingly giving Iason the opening. He folded his wings out of the way on either side of him, a clean show of submissiveness, the Blondie now grabbing his wrists to effectively pin him in that angle.
With glazed obsidian eyes he watched his Master through the mirrors, his blue wings staying up as if he was about to take flight but did not. It was his own display of power, the obvious seme in their relationship.
"I've been wanting to do this to you all night," Iason licked his lips in anticipation, his reflection pinning Riki with that icy yet promising stare.
All Riki could do as he felt that large tip press was gasp, "Bed...hng…" Iason slowly pushing, the head of his god-sized member in, parting the lips of the Pet's nether mouth gently, the shaft sliding to penetrate with excruciating delay that it made Riki's senses reel. The Blondie was toying with him again, knowing well that he had the tendency to enjoy this sort of play. His body was already so fully habituated to it that even the slightest teasing from Iason could send him plunging into ecstasy.
"No.
"I want to see your reaction through the glass…"
Riki was afraid he'd say that and already ensnared in the situation, he knew he didn't have a choice. Even if he resisted, Iason will always have his way, and he'd have him crying out for release by the end of the night. But then again, who was resisting? He had been wanting the attention so badly all night.
In the light of the chandelier, the Pet Ring gleamed. Once an object of the mongrel's everlasting shame, now one of the official signs of his Exclusivity…
"I...love you! Ahhn! Ahhh...hahh..." was all Riki could scream, in rapture drowning, as the Blondie finished stabbing him to the hilt, pulling out halfway only to ram in again, this time hitting his prostate with a certain ruthless precision.
Just because his dearest Pet confessed to his affections, it didn't necessarily mean he'll take it easy with him tonight.
Iason could not be happier however, having survived another episode of danger, to arrive to this moment and in time for a feast...
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