Warning: Bestiality. (Lucius/Peacock/Alice!)

Animal Play

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"I have something for you, my Alice…" Lucius purred, his lips millimetres from hers.

She laughed a little, pulling back and tilting her head to the side expectantly. "Do you really? What is it?"

"Wait a moment…" He stepped away and slipped out of the parlour. Alice slumped back on the couch and tapped her foot impatiently against the cushions, humming softly while she waited. It didn't take long, and just a few minutes later, he was striding back in, with…

"Holy Lord in heaven, Lucius – what are you doing with that peacock?"

"Isn't he lovely?" Lucius was cradling the large white bird in his arms, and he stroked his feathers almost reverently. "Look at him…"

"I can't take a peacock–"

"What?" Lucius looked rather insulted. "I'm not giving him to you!"

"Then what…" Alice trailed off, her voice filled with confusion, and then comprehension dawned in her eyes. She stared at Lucius in disbelief. "Oh, no… you don't mean…?"

"That's precisely what I mean…" Lucius set down the bird, which ruffled its feathers, spreading them out into a dramatic fan shape. Lucius ran his fingers slowly and tenderly over the designs in its tail.

Alice sighed, but nodded, resigned. "Right… what do you want me to do?"

"Just get on your hands and knees, sort of in front of it, and stroke it," Lucius instructed.

"Stroke it? Peacocks don't have… do they?" Alice craned her neck, trying to examine the bird for signs of genitalia.

"No, no, not like that," Lucius said impatiently. "Just sort of stroke its feathers."

Alice rolled her eyes a little, but sank to the ground, kneeling, propping herself up on her elbows, and running her hands gently over the peacock's pure white body. It made a small, squawking noise, but seemed to settle into having Alice stroking it quite quickly.

She felt Lucius lift up her skirt, and moaned softly. Her head dropped when he slid slowly into her, and she bit on her lip, her fingers digging automatically into the peacock, who snapped at her. Lucius was moaning too – quite a bit more loudly than usual, she thought, with the small part of her mind that wasn't utterly lust-addled – and she could feel his hands near hers, fondling the peacock just as she was.

"Lucius…" Alice moaned. As long as she didn't think about the peacock (oh dear God, is this bestiality?) she was able to enjoy Lucius – God, he felt so good. Her whole body shook, and her hands fell away from the peacock to knot in her own hair as she clenched tightly around him, and then felt a wave of incredible pleasure wash through her. Her back arched, she went limp between Lucius and the ground, and then jumped when she heard an extremely loud and angry noise from the peacock.

Her eyes, which had fallen shut in the midst of her orgasm, opened again, and she looked questioningly, first at the very perturbed peacock, then, twisting around, at Lucius, who was twirling one of the long, white tail feathers between his fingers.

"What did you do?" Alice asked, staring at the feather.

"Well," he said, slowly trailing the tip down her stomach, between her leg, and then up again to her chest, "I thought that since you can't take the peacock home… and I wouldn't give him to you in any case… you might fancy just having a little piece of him."

"You're mad, Lucius," she told him, but plucked the feather from him and promised herself that she would find a good hiding spot to keep it.