Page 36 of Stags

Was there paper in the room?

Using the flashlight from her phone, she searched around for something, and voila! There, on the table next to the bed was a little notepad with the Center’s name and address emblazoned at the top of each page.

But what about a pen?

She hunted through drawers, unable to find anything.

She had not taken a purse down to the bar before, thinking she might go running off into the field for the midnight run. She didn’t think she kept a pen in her purse anyway.

It would be much easier if she’d somehow gotten his phone number, wouldn’t it? She could have sent him a text.

She debated just getting back into bed with him for some time.

Then, exhausted, she determined she would simply find him in the morning and explain it.

You could wake him up,said a voice in the back of her head.Wake him up and tell him to sleep on his own side of the bed.

But the thought seemed horrifying to her, and she recoiled from it. She couldn’t ask him to inconvenience himself for her whims. Sheneverdid that, not with anyone.

She fled.

She took the elevator to her own room and she shed her clothes and collapsed into her own bed, alone. She was asleep in moments.

HE WAS TOYINGwith her tail.

Eiren had her cheek pressed into the bark of the tree, and her hips jutted out, and her pussy full of wolf cock, and he was behind her, fingering the fur of her tail, his fingers sometimes trailing down to the place where they were joined.

She wondered what it looked like from his angle, seeing her split open like that for him, seeing her opening stretched wide to take him. The thought was so erotic it made her clench around him.

He groaned in appreciation.

They still weren’t really talking.

She knew they would have to, eventually, but it would break the spell, whatever this was, some kind of hazy sex curtain that was gently resting over everything, and she didn’t want it to end, not yet.

That…

Well, she’d obviously had sex during the season before, and season sex was always heightened, always good, and it was always much easier for her to orgasm during estrus, but she didn’t think it had ever been that easy.

Hmm. Sometimes, there were those times, when she hadn’t masturbated in days, when just touching her clitoris seemed to send her stratospheric in two minutes flat. So, it wasn’t unprecedented, she supposed, but it usually took her longer to reach a climax with a partner than solo, and she usually needed a lot more stimulation. It was very rare for her to come while a man was inside her. Usually, it was easier for her to come first, before he even penetrated her.

So, whatever this had been, it hadn’t been typical.

No, it had been wondrously atypical, a fever dream of sex, the kind of sex that she hadn’t even thought was possible in real life.

He stroked a hand over the fur on her tail.

“You like the tail, huh?” she found herself saying.Damn it, don’t talk yet, Eiren, you’ll ruin it,she thought.

“Fuck yes,” he rasped. “I’ve never… with a deerkin.”

“Mmm, me either,” she said, shutting her eyes. “I mean, um, with a wolf.”

“Uh… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Me either,” she was quick to respond, turning round to look at him.

“This isn’t even like me.”

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