Page 31 of Stags

And soon enough, she realized she liked having control over it, because—at first—she wanted more pressure, but then she realized it was too much and she needed less, and she could sort of steer his mouth on her there, and he was quite responsive that way.

She could move him up or down.

He kept wanting to delve into her opening, which she liked, but she liked it better when he licked her clitoris and she kept yanking his antlers up to get what she liked.

And every time she did, he praised her, voice muffled as he spoke into her sex, the feeling of it a tickling sort of delight. “Good girl, put me just where you want me, that’s exactly right. Sun and moon, that’s making me hard.”

But he was entirely dressed, and she was entirely naked, and how had she let that happen?

She almost stopped him, made him strip his clothes, but then his tongue made contact with her clitoris and she got distracted.

Even still, it seemed to take her forever to reach her climax.

She kept starting to get close and then thinking something awful, like that he must be bored, or that maybe she tasted bad, or that he was smothered between her fat thighs or that she was hurting him by yanking on his antlers.

But each time, he would reassure her, his deep voice praising her.Such a good doe, such a perfect little pussy. I want to taste you for hours. Yes, good girl, move me just where you want me, just like that. Fuck, this is good, so good.

And when it did happen, she’d climbed and fallen towards her climax so many times that she’d sort of, effectively, edged herself, and it was absolutely a dynamite orgasm. It was like a stampede of a thousand hoofed animals coming down a mountain, galloping over her, again and again, and it left her loose-legged and out of breath and panting as she lay on the bed in a state of utter satisfaction.

EIREN HEARD THEwolf spring after her. He seemed to leap over his porch and land on the ground and take off behind her.

She ran like she’d never run before, careening into the woods at full speed, running like her life depended on it, every movement of her muscles pumping adrenaline into her whole body, and she thought, in an odd, detached way, even as she was moving, that she probably was scenting fear like crazy, that the fear scent must be making the wolf lose it, that she should probably calm down if she could.

But she couldn’t.

She could only run.

He was just behind her, right at her heels, but he didn’t catch her, not at first.

She went over the fence and back into the grounds of the Center. The wolf came after her.

She jumped over fallen branches with a speed and dexterity she didn’t even know she had. It was amazing what running for her life did to make her fast and agile.

Butisit my life? Is that wolf trying tokillme?

Well, what else could that wolf want to do?

And the answer to that, exploding through her brain, might have been what made her trip. She didn’t fall down, not entirely, but she faltered, and then he was on her, and they both went down on the forest floor, her face down and him on top of her, and he pressed his pelvis into her ass and she felt his hard-on, and she let out some kind of sound, like a whine, and he bit her.

Not hard enough to break the skin. He put his teeth into her neck, into the spot there that might be called the scruff of her neck, the place that dogs carried around their puppies, and she whined again, and he dug his hard cock into the swell of her ass in a series of thrusts.

She panted.

He growled.

Her pelvis felt warm, tingly. She did something insane. She angled her ass up into his body, pressing back against his thrusting, thrusting back. It sent tingles and jolts through her body. Her breasts began to feel full and heavy. She whined again.

He settled his pelvis against her hard, inhibiting her movement, pinning her to the ground.

She struggled, whining.

He let go at her neck, and now his tongue swept in, licking her there, licking that spot where his teeth had been.

Her pelvis was hot now, like fluid fire. She was incredibly turned on. She said a word. “Please.”

He grunted.

She reached back with one of her hands, seeking, and she found the button of his pants.

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