Page 30 of Stags

She was feeling self-conscious, because her belly was bare, and she did not have a flat belly by any stretch of the imagination.

“You’re perfect,” he said, ducking down, careful to keep his antlers out of the way, and nuzzling and suckling at her.

It felt good and she moaned into that, arching her back, feeling even looser than before.

He kissed his way over her not-even-a-little-bit-flat belly, kissed his way down to her pants and unbuttoned them.

She let out a hiss.

“You’re doing very well, little doe,” he told her.

“I like that,” she informed him.

“You like what?”

“Being, um, praised,” she said, feeling embarrassed again. “You could…” She couldn’t say this.

“I could what?” He unzipped her.

She shook her head, shutting her eyes again.

He began to peel her pants away. “I want to know, little doe. You know I do.”

She still couldn’t, though, she simply could not.

He pulled her pants entirely off and started to remove her underwear. “This is how it’s done, you see?” he said in a lilting voice. “You don’t understand any of this, but I am much more experienced than you, and you must listen when I tell you, this is how it’s done. You are meant to tell me what I can do to please you.”

She opened her eyes in slits, seeing how he was using the play she’d done before against her. It helped. Courage floated out, from somewhere. “You could call me a good girl,” she managed, all in one breath.

“Oh,” he said, smiling, pulling away the last of her clothing. “Youarea good girl, little doe. Such a very good girl.”

She arched her back, her voice breathy. “Do I please you?”

“Very much,” he rumbled. “You’re a perfectly put together little thing with such pretty upturned breasts and such lovely thick thighs, andthis.” He cupped her, between her thighs.

She gasped.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered in a guttural voice. “That’s what a very good doe will do right now. Open your legs very wide and show that to me.”

“To my stag,” she breathed, obeying him.

“To your stag,” he confirmed. He sighed. “Oh, look at you, Rora. Look how pretty and wet you are.”

She couldn’t help but preen.

He brushed at her sex, sort of petting her. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” He went lower and planted a kiss against the most sensitive part of her.

She let out a little gasp, as a jolt of goodness went through her.

“Now, little doe,” he said, finding one of her hands, “you are meant to hold on, hmm? And you can use this to steer too.” He put her hand to his antlers, showing her that she should grab onto him. “Other hand too.”

She obeyed.

“Good girl,” he said, and he licked her, one long sweet stripe of his tongue, all the way up her.

She moaned, her grasp on his antlers falling away.

He put her hands back. “Now, now, you need to guide me, that’s a good girl. If you want more pressure or less, you let me know this way. Pull me or push me, that’s right.”

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