White Rabbit Boyfriend: Ilosovic Part 2 (complete)

I make my notes the following morning. I don’t sleep at all because I want to remember everything - that way, I could write it all down in my journal. Once the pages are full, I finally sleep a little bit. After their exertions that previous night, Ilosovic and Oseye have slept soundly and for a good, long time.

When I wake, it is nearing noon tea, which means I’ve gotten a decent enough rest to tackle the day. As I get up and dress, there is a knock on the door.

“Who goes?” I ask.

“It’s me,” Oseye responds quietly. “Do you mind if I come in for a moment?”

I put on my robe and tighten the belt. “Not at all, come on in.”

Oseye steps inside, dressed in a fine silk robe. She stands in front of the closed door, as regal and posh as ever. She looks at me then shyly, glances away. 

“About last night.” She raises her chin and struts into the room. “Judging from your reaction, I can trust you will not be blathering this news to anyone willing to hear it.”

“I won’t,” I say with a nod. “You have my word. It is not my place to tell, nor do I think it would be safe to tell it.” I motion to a chair, and Oseye takes a seat in it. Then I go to the tea tray that was brought to me earlier and start pouring cups. 

“Is Ilosovic still asleep?” I ask.

“He is.” Oseye sounds breathless. “He always has a good sleep after a particularly vigorous session.” She looks at me nervously. “I think he was excited by your presence last night. I’m quite sore this morning.”

I look her over. “Good or bad?”

A smile threatens to blossom on her face, but she keeps it from escaping. “Good. I’m fine. As stated last night, I enjoy it a bit rough.”

I hand Oseye her tea. “I remember. I was quite impressed.”

Oseye sighs and shakes her head. “It bothers me how unbothered you are! Are you not embarrassed? Humiliated? Not even a bit smug?”

I sit down with my tea. “No reason for me to feel any of those things.”

Oseye looks at me like I am crazy. “Were you even aroused?”

“Oh, completely!” I reply, and take a sip of my tea. “I was very turned on by watching the two of you go at it. I had to take care of myself earlier this morning.”

Oseye sighs. “I wish I could be as free about it as you. I crave Ilosovic horribly, but I am ashamed of it.”

“Is there a reason?” I look over my teacup. “Of course, like most things, the taboo of your relationship makes it all the sweeter. You two should hate each other, and perhaps you do a bit, but both of you obviously have chemistry and it causes you to seek one another out, even through animosity.”

Oseye sighs. “I don’t exactly hate Ilosovic,” she murmurs. Staring into her cup, I see her blue eyes become unfocused and fuzzy. “I don’t exactly like him either.”

I stand up and fetch my journal. “Why not categorize it for me?” I smile at her. “Tell me the things you like about Ilosovic and the things you hate.”

Oseye frowns and sets her teacup aside. “I believe the lists are one and the same, if I think about it.” She looks up at me with uncertainty. “His smile, his charm, his dick, his intelligence.” Her shoulders slouch and she shakes her head. “I wish I could simply just not like him, but I am afraid it will never be that easy.”

“Are you sure you’re not in love with him?”

“No!” she spits at me. “How dare you even insinuate such a thing.” She makes a disgusted face and sits erect again. 

I simply make a note of it. “I want to find a way to the heart of this, because that way I can go home with a good report for the Kings.”

“If only it could be that easy!” She laughs. “Find some stud of a young stable boy to take away my addiction.” She leans to the side and balances her head in the palm of her hand. 

I perk up at the word. “An addiction?” 

Oseye sighs. “If you had him once, you’d understand. Or any Rabbit, for that matter.” She looks at me with an intensity. “There’s a reason there are so many of them, you know?”

I had heard that stereotype before, but always brushed it off as rumors and storytelling. It was part of the fairytale - the reason that Rabbits outnumbered the stars was because they were stars. It hadn’t occurred to me that Rabbits bred because, well, Rabbits could. 

“When did the addiction start?” I sit back down with my journal in hand. “When was the first time Ilosovic and you fornicated?”

Oseye furrows her brow for a moment before she turns back to look at the door. The door opens, then and Ilosovic steps inside.

“You can knock, for starters,” I snap at him.

“You can not talk behind my back,” he says with a smirk. He shuts the door and comes to sit down. “What you are asking is a very personal and private thing. Something I don’t think we should talk about separately.”

“Then you tell her!” Oseye turns her body away from him and leans to the side. 

I look at them both for a moment. Ilosovic’s body is fully turned towards Oseye’s, while hers is turned away. “Was the first time out of love?”

They both respond quickly and loudly, but their answers are opposites. They go stiff again, Oseye with her ‘no’ and Ilosovic with his ‘yes’.

“Oh my.” I stop writing in my journal and completely set it aside.

Ilosovic’s face is the epitome of confused anger. Oseye’s is the pained turmoil of any lost young woman.

“Fine, if you must understand this…” Ilosovic straightens his back. “I asked her to marry me. Many times, in fact. Over all these years and between all the bickering, I have proposed enough times to fill a catacomb with all my dead dreams.”

“He can’t take a hint, you see?” Oseye turns her body towards him now. “You can’t mistake what it is! Physical! I simply want to fuck!”

“And I simply know that isn’t true!” Ilosovic sniffs. “If it were about the fucking, then you could do it with anyone else. But as far as I can tell, I am the only creature that you will allow to touch you.”

Oseye’s ears go flat against her head. “Of course I could, but I… Why settle for subpar when I could have the best?”

“Bullshit!” Ilosovic laughs. “You’re just terrified. Cats and Rabbits don’t mix, and you stick to that logic.”

“It would be ridiculous! We would be throwing everything away, and for what?” Oseye sneers at him. “Our kingdoms would kill us both if we ever even joked about such a union. You know this. I know this.”

I stand up. “It would solve a lot of issues.”

“You be quiet!” Oseye snaps at me.

“Don’t get upset with her,” Ilosovic scolds. “It’s about time we talked about this like adults rather than hiding from our feelings with orgasms and cum.”

Oseye quickly turns her head away and folds her arms across her chest.

Ilosovic scowls at her, then looks to me. “She’s far too proud.”

I sigh and nod my head. “You both are. What I suggest - and don’t yell at me for saying it - is that you two part ways after these negotiations and never meet alone again.”

“You can’t!” Oseye blurts. She covers her mouth with her hand.

“You give yourself away,” Ilosovic chuckles. “But this could be our best option. If you refuse to have me, then perhaps we shouldn’t have each other at all.”

Oseye looks stricken. “It is far too early to be discussing such things! This should be over dinner, and not tea but wine!”

“Then tell me about your first time and the circumstances leading up to it,” I offer again.

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Ilosovic scoffs. “We were young, and were attending a summit with our families. She was beautiful, I was handsome. We flirted across the table. We kissed in secret, then traded letters until the next summit. We made love in the carriage house, sneaking into one of the carriages and forcing ourselves to stay quiet. Seven times!”

“It was not seven!” Oseye laughs, rolling her eyes at the same time. “You young boys are all the same! You exaggerate. It was more like three and a half.”

“You’re willfully rewriting the greatest moment in history to three and a half times?” Ilosovic throws his arms into the air. “I know it was seven, by how many times I had to pry your claws out of my back. I couldn’t walk straight for three days after!”

“How you love to exaggerate!” Oseye howls.

“You want proof?” Ilosovic stands up and looks at me. “Take your clothes off and spread your legs.”

I stare up at him and blink. “Okay?”

“No!” Oseye lunges to her feet. “You’re going to fuck her to prove a point?”

“Seven times!”

I sigh and rub my temples. “I am getting hungry. So either let him fuck me or let’s go and get lunch.”

Ilosovic raises his brows. “I’m good with either, Oseye. I’ll be getting what I want either way.”

“You disgust me,” she snarls.

“Let’s have lunch then.” Ilosovic rubs his paws together. He smiles at me. “Sorry about that, Ms. Bing.”

“Don’t worry,” I sigh. “Not about me, anyway.”

Oseye snarls as Ilosovic leaves the room. “He did that on purpose.”

“Of course he did. He’s angry.” I stand up and move to her side. “And you’re angry at him. But that is why I am here.”

Oseye deflates as she looks at me. “What are you planning to do?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t made up my mind.” 

I walk with her to the dining hall, where Ilosovic has already nestled down to start his meal. There are still pieces to their puzzle I need to fix together. It’s obvious that their youthful passion was brought on by rebellion against their families. But between then and now, something caused a rift between them that is still affecting them to this day. That is the missing link I need to find in order to make a bridge between them.

After lunch, we all go our separate ways, but I choose to join Ilosovic in the gardens with his teacup piglet. 

“I’m surprised you chose my company after I made such a lewd proposition to you, Ms. Bing.” Ilosovic chuckles. “But I am pleased with this, regardless!”

I smile and shake my head. “You both are under tense circumstances at the moment. I do not blame you for speaking in such a way. I’m sure, had it gone the other way, Oseye would have offered to service me as well.”

“I would have much preferred that,” Ilosovic laughs. “Two prime women, melded together. It is too much for my heart to take.”

“You said Oseye does not sleep with any other partners,” I say. “But what about you? Do you have lovers besides Oseye?”

“Besides my own hand, there is no one else,” Ilosovic sighs. “Even though I am tempted, Oseye is the only one for me.”

I’m genuinely impressed by this. Both of them are loyal to each other, for one reason or another. “So you two are accidentally monogamous. That’s quite a feat.”

“Feet, miles, inches, it feels like infinity if it were a distance. I ache for her every day,” he moans. “Even now, I want to go to her and have her slap me until she rips off my clothes.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. “Is that how it starts?”

Ilosovic grins. “Not usually.” He cranes his neck back and looks up to the sky. His piglet comes to my feet and starts making noises until I pick her up. “We fight to make it easier on ourselves, that I can say for certain. If we hate one another, then we won’t want one another.” He tips his chin back down. “But that’s not true at all.”

“You said you wanted to marry Oseye,” I murmur. 

Ilosovic sighs and closes his eyes. “I do, always. I imagine that if she could just get over her fears and we get married, we could end all these horrible disputes, have an endless sea of children, and die happy and old together hand in hand. But I know her mind is focused on the people, hers and mine.” He looks at me with a serious glint in his amber eyes. “What do you think would happen if Oseye and I wed?”

“Well,” I sigh and look down at the teacup pig. “I think it would cause civil unrest. Possibly even civil war, even an attempt on your lives.”

Ilosovic smiles and nods. “That is exactly what Oseye says. You women have a mindset, don’t you?”

I screw up my lips and sigh. “We think about safety often. Not to mention Oseye is a Queen who thinks of her kingdom like a mother who watches her children. I do believe she wishes to marry you as well, but she knows the harm it will cause your kingdom as well as hers.”

Ilosovic’s shoulders slouch and he shakes his head. “All these centuries between our kingdoms, fighting and squabbling over land that really doesn’t matter anymore. It isn’t about the land anymore, Ms. Bing, it’s about who wins.”

I step towards him. “Then let me propose something to you.”

Ilosovic’s ears perk back up and his brow arches. “Is it a new proposal, or one you’ve been sitting on?”

“It’s simple and it’s rather aggravating,” I tell him. “But I think, at this point, if you and Oseye are willing to work together and consider the feelings between the both of you, I suggest two things to choose between.”

Ilosovic chuckles. “Two thoughts. No doubt both divisive as they are obvious.” He nods. “Present your ideas at supper. That way, Oseye and I can look at them with new eyes together. Be prepared for a reaction.”

I let loose a relieved smile. “I wouldn’t imagine it any other way.”

I return to my chambers, where I begin working out the details of my proposal. I know both concepts are a longshot, but they could be the beginning of the discussion I came for. I did not mean to come here and play marriage counselor between the two of them, but it has given depth to the argument at hand.

At supper, Oseye arrives first. Ilosovic comes just as the first course is being served. “Late as always,” he chuckles as he takes his seat.

“Very rude, if you ask me.” Oseye is already sampling her soup.

I stand up from my chair. “If you don’t mind…” I move to a small podium and take the covering from it, revealing a poster board with a caricature rendering of the two kingdoms and the lands between.

“Your kingdoms are fighting for territories both claim as their own. We have the Treacle Waters towards the north - their reservoir is used by most of Miror, but there are veins of it which feed into Pirlipat to become the Toffee Lakes. But it isn’t the rivers nor the reservoir that are most desireable, but the many wells that feed into the underground lakes. The lands surrounding the rivers and part of the reservoir could be sold to the royal family, and become part of the estates of Miror.” I make a big mark on the map to cut out this small area.

“Sell?” Oseye sniffs. “Who would sell them?”

I hold up a finger. “Hold your questions until the end, please.” I tap the Fieldmouse Plains. “This is the largest area between your kingdoms. The Cats claim it was their hunting ground in the past, while the Rabbits claimed it as their ancestral birth ground. Quite possibly both.” I slash a big red line down the middle. “Split this. If you divide it up equally, it won’t matter in the slightest. You still get what you want, and it will not change anything for you. Just a small line saying ‘you are here’.” 

I turn away from them and back to the map. “The biggest fight that I see is for this - the Underland Meadow.” I draw a big circle around it. “It is just below the Fieldmouse Plains on the coast and right at that middle of the property line I just drew.” I slash another big red line through it, and then through Treacle Waters again.

Both stare at me like I’m crazy. “All of that just to say you want us to cut it in half?”

“You’ll sell the reservoir and river property and divide that in half as well.” I tap the map. “Easy.”

“That is not easy! You are asking us to cut the head off a baby!” Oseye barks. “These lands are important. You cannot simply split them as if they were the last slice of cake.”

Ilosovic furrows his brow and shakes his head. “I don’t like this either. Give her the Treacle Waters and Fieldmouse Plains, just give me the Underland Meadow.”

“Like hell you’re getting what you want!” Oseye yells at him.

“Wait,” I call out through their arguing. “I still have a second option.”

Both cool and sink back into their seats, glaring at me like I am the enemy. 

I remove the clear sheet I had been drawing on. “You both succeed the lands, and together vote on someone who will run them. Make for yourselves a neutral zone with a ruling middleman, who will settle your disputes. This will allow both your kingdoms the freedom to use these lands. Create a place of peace between each other, a bridge which you can travel.”

The two of them glance at one another in uncertainty. “So we just…” Ilosovic swallows. “We just give them up?”

“It is easier than splitting them in two,” I reply. “You get your land, you both get to use it, and it will be guarded and protected by someone you both can trust to see over it. A mayor, a general, a duke or duchess if it need be. But someone who will take care of the lands for both of you, and will be the one who greets you on this bridge happily.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Oseye murmurs. She looks to Ilosovic. “We could build a place at the Underland Meadow, somewhere this person could stay as well as hold meetings, welcome guests, and have a staff of both Cats and Rabbits.”

Ilosovic’s ears perk up and his mouth opens into a perfect ‘O’ shape. “A neutral ground where the two of us could settle our disputes.” He smirks at Oseye. “Even have rooms there.”

Oseye smiles shyly. “We can host dinners and balls there, invite royals from all over.”

Ilosovic grins, and his ears twitch. “A secret corridor between our rooms so we can find one another in the night, with no one being the wiser.” 

“You’re being a pervert, my dear.” Oseye reaches out and touches his paw. “But you read my mind completely.”

“It will take time, and it might be hard to find the right person to govern this neutral zone. You’ll both want someone who looks out for your interests, as well as that of the peace you hope to preserve.” I cover up the board again. “I recommend taking suggestions from other royals who have…” 

“Shouldn't we just pick you?” Ilosovic asks. “I mean, isn’t that what you were hinting at?”

I turn abruptly from the board and look at them. “No!” I gasp. “I would never…” I clasp my hand over my chest. “I suggested this to help, not to serve my own needs.”

“Then doesn’t that make you perfect?” Oseye asks. “Lady Bing of the Neutral Lands, protector of peace and the bridge?”

“Oof, no,” Ilosovic scoffs. “That is a boring title. I think it best we decide on a name for this place rather than all that.” He smiles my way. “But I agree that Ms. Bing is the only person I can see taking care of it as well as us.”

“But I work…” I stop myself. It hadn’t been my intention at all to earn this title, nor such a prestigious new career. I start to tear up at the prospect. “I don’t want you to think I was angling for anything! I was just doing my job.”

“Aw, poor thing.” Both Oseye and Ilosovic leave the table to comfort me. I receive gentle kisses to my temple and hair from Oseye, and soft kisses to my cheek and ear from Ilosovic.

“There is no one I trust more than you,” Oseye purrs. “From now on, we will only work with you, Bing.”

After that, it is a long process of getting everything ratified by King Ludovico and King Lewis, as well as some of the most important figures in Miror. Pirlipat royals are informed of the deal and brought in to help legitimize it.

In order to make things even and fair, when the Manor for the new neutral area is being built, the team is made up equally of Cats and Rabbits. More are brought in to start cultivating the Fieldmouse Plains to create a unity garden. Pirlipat even sends an ambassador who can help to better utilize the Treacle Waters, thus creating a neutral territory with Pirlipat. 

The interested parties argue over the name of this new territory for a long time, and it is quite possibly one of the most heated battles I have seen between Oseye and Ilosovic. Eventually, they decide to call it Croquet after the game that Oseye and Ilosovic both enjoy, which resembles the constant fighting they did over the territories. 

I am named Principal Headman over Croquet, and given the entire top floor of the Croquet House, which had a staff of equal Rabbits and Cats. It hosts meetings for royals all over, looking for a neutral place to settle arguments. It also provides many other services, including weddings, offices, and a large cafeteria where anyone can eat for free, as all produce comes from the unity garden.

There are also the rooms for Queen Oseye and King Ilosovic, on either side of my bedroom. Each room has a secret door hidden by a bookcase that leads into my room. Much like Croquet itself, my bedroom is a neutral zone for Oseye and Ilosovic to continue their long affair.

For the most part, they use my room while I am dealing with other business. They pretend they are dealing with paperwork or other matters they can handle on their own. The reality, though, is that they are having sex as much as possible.

One afternoon when I return from work, I am taking my sack lunch from the cafeteria to my room to eat in peace. Oseye and Ilosovic are there. There is a royal birthday for Princess Genevieve under way, and both are helping Maestro Fortescu plan the event. As I walk in, I am not surprised to see them snuggled up in bed together.

“Don’t mind me.” I sit down at my desk and open my lunch. “Just wanted to eat and finish reading this book.”

Oseye rises from the blankets. “Come over, Bing.” She extends her paw out to me. “Ilosovic and I want to thank you.”

I have just taken a bite into my sandwich when she offers. I wipe a bit of sauce from my cheek and tilt my head. “Thank me?”

Oseye chuckles. “Just come over, please?”

I wrap my food back up and walk over to the bedside. Oseye grabs me, pulling me into the bed between her and Ilosovic.

“You two have been aiming for this!” I scoff as Ilosovic starts to unbutton my clothes. 

Oseye kisses me, and her rough tongue darts over my lips. I moan softly as Ilosovic’s kisses brush along my bare collarbone.

“Both of you are horrible,” I sigh as Oseye nibbles my ear.

Ilosovic takes off my clothes and kisses down my bare skin. “We owe you a big debt.” He drags his buck teeth to my hip, where he stills.

“So we’re going to thank you as often as possible.” Oseye kisses me again as Ilosovic opens my thighs.

“You don’t need to,” I pant. “Oh!” I gasp out loud as Ilosovic’s tongue presses into my mound. 

Oseye giggles and snuggles up beside me, laying my head on her chest as Ilosovic buries his tongue between my thighs. “He’s very good.” Her paws pet over my small breasts. “You can touch me too, if you like.”

I shiver all over, and my nipples get rock-hard. Oseye is so beautiful that the idea of touching such a stunning creature is exciting enough. Also, Ilosovic’s fingers have begun to open me. My vulva is quite plump and hides almost everything, but Ilosovic seems to know me better than I know myself.

I stroke my hand down Oseye’s thigh, squeezing it gently before I slip my fingers inside. Unlike me, Oseye’s vulva is small, but she has big labia. I rub my fingers along her and she purrs directly into my ear.

Ilosovic licks my clit and I nearly kick him.

“Sensitive, eh?” He chuckles. He gently brushes a finger over my clit and watches my expression. “Oseye is far from that. It takes everything I have to get her off.”

“Be quiet and do what you’re here for,” Oseye grunts. She bites the tip of my ear. “You’re doing great.”

I push my fingers inside her, finding her tight and very wet. Ilosovic does the same, pushing a finger into me, then stopping. 

“She is not the broken faucet you are, my love.” He scoffs. “I need some help.” He reaches into the side drawer I gave them and pulls out a small bottle. He opens it and dribbles a bit of oil between my folds. Using his fingers, he slicks me up, rubbing the lube into me.

Oseye has her thighs clamped around my wrist, and is rolling her hips as I move my fingers inside her. Ilosovic watches this, a glint in his eyes.

“Well then, let me join you.” He lifts my legs as he moves between them. He’s coated his cock in the same lube, and he slowly moves into place.

“Wait!” I manage to squeak. “Before you go, you should know, this is my first!”

Ilosovic lays down on me, kissing me and rubbing his hands down my side. “So was she when we first made love.” He kisses my cheek and neck. “You’re only my second, but I am happy for that and for you.”

I bite my lip. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmur. “Some people just find it weird.”

Ilosovic rubs his cock against me, and I twitch. “It’s not weird at all, simply a state of being.” He slips himself inside, and I cry out. I’ve always been sensitive, but I learned to cope with that. This new sensation of him being inside is not something I could be able to get used to quickly. 

Ilosovic’s cock is curved. It is thinner at the tip but gets thicker towards the base. He starts off slowly, taking his time and moaning loudly. Oseye rises up, kissing him and petting his chest. He starts to move faster, and I am going dizzy.

Both lean down, kissing me and touching me as Ilosovic drives himself hard inside me. I am crying out loud, and clinging to his arms. He feels so good inside, churning up feelings I never knew I had. It becomes explosive, like my mind pops and all my excitement flows through my body until it collects in my fingertips. 

I fall back into the bed, wheezing in pleasure. I tremble as Ilosovic pulls from me, and even that is too much. He moves to Oseye to finish what I had started with her. When I can, I kiss them and watch them as they make love. When Ilosovic comes, I lick his seed directly from Oseye’s slit. The taste is unforgettable, slightly sweet and very sticky.

The three of us cuddle in bed together, and when the candles are lit we all make love again. This became routine for me, just like their secret liasons always were. I become part of them.

I figure that in a few years, when Croquet becomes fully established and tensions die down, Oseye and Ilosovic will marry. It would make sense at that time. But for now, they are happy to have a place to escape to, as am I.