Page 37 of Stags

“Me either,” she said, but that was maybe a lie. This was, in fact, a lot like her, like the impulsive part of her, anyway. The other part of her was a measured person. In her day-to-day life, she was a slave to routine, rarely varying her schedule, happy to stick to herself much of the time, efficient and no-nonsense and kind of boring. And then, crazy Eiren came out to play now and again.

She could be termed promiscuous, she supposed. She’d had her share of one night interludes. But not in a while, really, not recently.

Recently, she’d been trying very hard to settle down, to tame her impulsive side, not to succumb to the siren call of it all. Maybe she’d thought the rite would be a good way to give in to this side of her, but in a socially acceptable way, one that affirmed her culture’s traditions and all of that. It had seemed wholesome in an odd way, as wholesome as a weekend of randy sex with strangers could be, at any rate.

“I, uh, this sounds like a pretty fucked up to thing to say, but I don’t really know what came over me.” He stroked her tail, and his voice sounded pensive.

“Me either,” she whispered, because it had felt like being overtaken by some savage force in a way. She had liked it, but there had been elements of danger all threaded through it, elements that had made it heightened, but if this wolf had actually hurt her…

Well, she liked to say she didn’t do actually dangerous things when she was feeling impulsive, but this little situation might be a counterpoint to that claim. Huh.

“You’re all right, though,” he said, and this wasn’t a question. It was an assessment. His hands left her tail and went seekingly over her. He brushed his fingers over her neck. “I think you might have a bruise here, but I didn’t break your skin.”

Now that he mentioned it, there was a tenderness there, but the little bit of pain sent a a jolt through her that went straight to her clit. She clenched on him again.

He gasped. He thrust into her. Fuck, was he stillhard?

No, she could feel he was sort of half-mast, thick in her, but his skin had some give to it.

“You keep doing that,” he said in a strained voice.

“It’s involuntary,” she whispered.

“Uh… I should…” He cleared his throat. “I should take my body out of your body, probably.”

“I mean, youshould,” she said. “But you don’t have to.”

This was met with a wry chuckle. “Yeah, I should let you go so that you can scamper back there and find yourself one of those bucks. Is this what you does are like during your season? I’ve heard that it’s a big free-for-all and you just get mounted by one after the other of your men.”

“I…” She bit down on her lip, and she was feeling shame out on the corners of her consciousness, shame at having done this thing, shame at her wanton behavior. “I don’t know. This is my first time attending the rite.”

He was petting her tail again. “I see.”

“But I’ve been through seasons before. I’ve never had sex with two different people in one night,” she said. “Well, this one time, I had a threesome, but it was me and a guy and another girl, and I don’t know if that totally counts.”

“A threesome.”

This was going against her assertion that this wasn’t even like her, wasn’t it? She grimaced.

He let out a breath. “Let’s, uh, maybe not talk about things that are going to make me get hard again and want to, um…”

She couldn’t help but grin. “Sorry.” She wasn’t sorry at all.

Suddenly, his hand was at the back of her neck, holding her in place.

She gasped, wriggling against that, clenching again, liking that.

“Stop,” he ordered, his voice deep and resonant.

It made her freeze, like she had before, looking up at him on his porch.

“Good,” he said, letting out a ragged breath. “Here’s what’s going to happen, little doe temptress. I’m going to pull out of you and put my dick away. You’re not going to move. You’re going to stare at the tree trunk, just like that, with your little ass bare and my come sliding out of you and you’re going to count to… let’s see. A hundred. By which time I’ll be gone.”

She made a noise in the back of her throat. Why had he gotten so cold?

“If you decide this was, I don’t know, anything except consensual, even though you vocally consented more than fucking once, I’ll just… deny it.”

She smirked. “With your semen sliding out of me?”

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