Page 34 of Stags

Sacred grounds, the way shesmelledright now.

He’d fucked preykin women before. Who hadn’t, right?

He jerked off pretty regularly to videos of little rabbitkin women in very tiny sundresses, giggling as they were sprayed with water hoses and saying, in very sultry voices,Oh, no, I think this dress is too wet, can you help me take it off?

But even that… he didn’t tend to get into stuff that was too weird or too hardcore. He liked to think of sex as sweet. Women were sweet and small and pretty, like flowers or bows or something, right, and sex was about how nice it was to get your dick surrounded by all that nice, warm, gushy sweetness. Just stick your dick into it and be surrounded by cute, sunny—

This was raw, whatever he was doing right now.

It was not sweet. It was not cute. It was not sultry.

It was something entirely else, and he’d never scented anything like the way she smelled, not even when he’d taken cute rabbitkin women home from the bar in an attempt to act out his porn fantasies. Never.

She smelled…

Fuck, he didn’t know.

It wasn’t a food smell, not exactly, but the fucked up thing was that it wasn’tnota food smell. It wasn’t not a food smell, but it was definitely a sex smell. They were mixing together in this way that was making him feel woozy, and his dick had never been this hard in his damned life.

You really should let her go.

He ran a hand over her hip instead. He squeezed a handful of her flesh.

She hummed in approval.

Fuck him, why was she so receptive to this? She hadrun awayfrom him. She had smelled like fear, this bright splash of redness that had overwhelmed his senses and taken him over. He hadn’t been able to think, just running mad and half-blind, chasing after the little bobbing white tail of her in the darkness.

Now… now…

He grunted. “I want to…”

“What do you want?” she whispered, leaning back her head, rubbing into him.

“I want to take off your pants and do you against this tree,” he said in a rough voice.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it.” Her voice was threaded full of need. She didn’t smell like fear anymore.

He caught her neck with his teeth again, and he growled against her. He wanted to protest to her that he wasn’t like this, that he didn’t do this, that this was very off-brand for him.

He was a lone wolf. He didn’t want a mate. He didn’t want any of this. He never did things like this, and he would have sworn something like this wasn’t eveninhim.

But he reached around and found the button of her pants and opened it, and she sighed.

One of his hands spread out over her belly, sliding up, under her shirt, until he had his fingertips against the swell of her bra-clad breasts. They were warm and soft and springy against his touch and he wanted to just sink his damned teeth deep into—

No.

He released his jaw, panting. He licked again, but his other hand was undoing her zipper, pushing her clothing down, out of the way.

She angled her pelvis into his hand, rubbing her body against his hand, whining.

Those whines she kept making, they were going to make him fallapart.

His fucking cock was straining to be free. All he had to do was undo his own zipper and he sprang out.

Then, his bare dick slipped between her legs, and holy fuck, she was wet, and he threw back his head and howled.

She jerked against him, pressing her backside against his pelvis, sliding her sopping wet center against his shaft, getting him slick and ready.

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