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Leon started nice and slow, his hands draped over Amy's shoulders, thumbs tracing small circles against the fabric of the suit before sliding down to her waist. Amy stiffened at the contact, breath catching, but she didn't pull away. She tried to let herself go, loosening her muscles, relaxing into it. Leon took the opening, dipping his head and pressing his lips to hers, kissing her firmly, dominantly.
Arthur, unable to do anything, watched from the chair while Robin's hands rested on his shoulders, her thumbs moving in slow circles against the back of his neck.
Amy was finding her confidence. Her hands came up to Leon's head, pulling him in, settling against his chest as she kissed him back. Reluctant at first, then deeper.
Robin leaned down, her breath warm against Arthur's ear.
"See that? See how your girl is warming up to him. She doesn't even care that you're in the room." A pause, letting it land. "Look at the way she's moving her hips. The way her tongue goes into his mouth. She doesn't even care you're here."
Arthur didn't respond. He just watched.
Leon's hands slid down from Amy's back to her waist, then lower, taking a firm hold of her petite ass, gripping it with both hands. The reverse bunny suit left nothing to the imagination from behind. The fabric cut high on her hips, the sheer stockings running down her legs, and between his spread fingers Arthur could see the heart-shaped stickers still clinging to her skin, the only things standing between Amy and nothing at all.
Her skin reddened under Leon's grip as they continued to kiss, Amy letting out a small moan against his mouth.
Robin squeezed Arthur's shoulders at the sight of it.
"See how her body is already ahead of her mind? That's what proper attention does, Arthur. That's what happens when you actually treat a woman with some respect. Give her the attention she craves, and look how she responds."
Leon broke the kiss.
Amy's lips chased after his for half a second before she caught herself and pulled back, surprised at her own body. At how much it was already reaching for him without her permission.
Seeing how much more Amy wanted, Leon lifted her, pulling her up off the ground, raising her to his eye level with her ass sitting just above his waist. He brought his face in and kissed her again.
Amy, not wanting to fall, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled herself in, kissing him deeply. Her legs found their own answer, instinctively wrapping around his back and clamping herself against his chest.
The position gave Arthur a clear view of what he hadn't been able to see before.
Nestled between Amy's cheeks, a fluffy white tail. Round, cotton-soft, bobbing with each small movement of her hips. A bunny tail plug, seated snug, the base barely visible beneath the tuft of fur. It shifted every time Amy squeezed against Leon, every time her body tightened around him, the tail twitching like it had a mind of its own.
Robin caught the direction of Arthur's gaze and leaned down, her lips brushing his ear.
"Cute, isn't it?" A low laugh. "She was so embarrassed when I put it in. Shaking, red as a tomato, couldn't even look me in the eye. But she didn't say stop." Robin's thumb traced a circle at the base of Arthur's neck. "You want to know what she said instead?"
Arthur didn't answer.
"She asked if you'd be able to see it."
'...'
Robin let that land. Her smile pressed against his ear.
"Mm. Your girl is full of surprises. Maybe you should've been paying closer attention."
Leon's grip shifted on Amy's ass, his fingers spreading wider, and the tail plug shifted with it, the base pressing deeper, the white tuft bobbing. Amy gasped into the kiss, her legs tightening around Leon's waist, her hips grinding forward against him on instinct.
"A-ah — nn—"
She broke the kiss, burying her face against Leon's neck, panting. Her thighs were trembling around him. Whether from the position, the plug or the heat building between them, Arthur couldn't tell. Probably all three.
Leon adjusted his hold, one arm hooked under her thigh, the other supporting her lower back. The shift tilted Amy's hips forward, pressing her against the bulge in Leon's trousers, and the sound she made was high and broken and completely involuntary.
The tail twitched.
Arthur felt the surge through the bond. Sharp. Electric. Stronger than anything so far. Amy's arousal had crossed a threshold. What had started as reluctant warmth was now a rolling current, thick and steady, pouring through the Mark and into his chest in waves that matched her heartbeat.
Robin's hands tightened on Arthur's shoulders, her breathing growing heavier, as if the sight was getting to her too. Her hands spread slowly across his chest, fingers trailing down, getting a feel for him.
All the while, Leon carried Amy forward, laying her down on the desk with her ass on the edge, petite frame flat against the wood, the heart-shaped stickers barely covering her as her small breasts bounced with the landing. Her tail plug pressed against the dark wood, white tuft on full display, her hips squirming and shifting as she adjusted.
Amy opened her eyes.
She looked past Leon's shoulders, straight at Arthur. No shame. No apology. She wanted him to see every bit of it.
Then she opened her mouth.
"This is what you wanted. Right? You wanted me to cultivate. That's why you marked me." A beat. "So just know. This is your fault."
As if that were the cue, Leon reached down and pulled his shirt off, muscles rolling beneath dark skin. Then his hands went to his pants, dropping them without ceremony. Leaving him proud and tall. Twelve inches. Thick. Even bigger than Arthur.
Amy's eyes went wide. Her thighs pressed together on instinct, gaze fixed on Leon's cock. The size of it. The way it hung heavy between his legs. Her face cycled through three shades of red in quick succession.
Robin let out a low, warm sound behind Arthur. Amused.
"That's the reaction I was waiting for." Her hands slid lower across his chest, fingers splayed. "You see why I like to play with Leon? That impressive member and the stamina to match. There's a reason I selected him for this little lesson." A pause. "Your girl is going to be completely filled up, Arthur. Properly and completely. By the end of this, you won't even recognize her."
Amy's shock was already fading, curiosity quietly taking its place. The Mark was doing its work, her body loosening and warming without her fully realizing it, her knees drifting slowly apart, her body having already made a decision her mind was still chewing on.
Leon stepped forward, positioning himself between her legs. No rush. No hesitation. He simply rested one large hand beneath her thigh, palm covering most of it, fingers curling around the inside. And waited.
Just standing there was enough. The anticipation of it made Amy's breath hitch, the tail plug shifting beneath her hips as she squirmed against the desk. Her eyes flicked between his face and his cock.
"That's not going to... I don't think it'll..."
"It'll fit, sweetheart. You underestimate what Arthur's mark does to you. You can take it."
Something in Amy's expression shifted at that. Slowly, she lowered her hands to the sticker covering her, peeled at the edge, and lifted it away, leaving herself bare. Freshly shaved, clean, her tattoos gleaming against pale skin.
Leon's thumb traced up the inside of her thigh, passing slowly over her Mark. As if the contact itself were a trigger, a rush of pleasure shot through Amy. Her back arched, her lips parting on a gasp she hadn't expected.
Arthur felt it hit at the same time. Sharp, clean, pulsing through the bond like a wire being struck. His fingers pressed into the armrests.
Leon didn't slow down. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, guided it forward, and laid it flat against her stomach. Heavy. Resting on top of her, the length of it reaching past her belly button.
Smack.
Amy gulped, eyes wide, staring down at the outline of him pressed against her stomach. Her mouth opened but nothing came out.
Leon pulled back. He set his tip against her folds, already soaking, and looked over his shoulder at Robin.
Robin's lips were parted. Her breathing had gone shallow, her fingers pressing hard into Arthur's chest. She nodded. Quick, urgent, the composure stripped from the gesture entirely.
Leon pushed in.
"Ngh—!"
Amy's whole body shuddered. Her hands flew to the edges of the desk, fingers gripping hard enough to turn her knuckles white. Leon stretched her slowly, his hips drawing closer to hers inch by inch. Along her petite stomach, a thick bulge rose, pressing up beneath the skin, showing exactly how deep he was going.