Page 53 of Stags

She moved the tip of him against her opening. She was so very wet, and he was huge, and the stretch of him was so, so good. She let out a long, ragged moan as he began to push his way in, to slide his way deeper and deeper.

“You feel good,” he rasped.

“You do too,” she said. “Sir.”

He speared her, deep and hard, suddenly, panting. “Moon and sun, it’s too hot when you say that.”

“I can stop, sir.”

He laughed helplessly. “Don’t you dare. Even threatening that just shows what a bad girl you are.”

“You’ll just have to fuck the bad right out of me,” she gasped.

“Yes, I will,” he said. “Shove it all out, and make room for my seed.” He made a shallow thrust in her. “And get you very pregnant.”

She shivered. “Please.”

“What do you call me?” He thrust again, deeper now.

“Sir,” she moaned. “Please get me pregnant, sir.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he said, thrusting deeper, harder, his cock stretching her in delicious and delightful ways. He was so big, too big, and he was strong. He was just holding her here—true, her back was braced against the tree, but otherwise—he was holding her up and fucking her, and he had those antlers, and he’d fought that other stag off, and she was crazy turned on right now. “I intend to breed you nice and deeply and get you so, so, so fucking pregnant.” He thrust on each of his words, like an accent.

“Thank you, sir,” she groaned. “Thank you so much.”

“Are you mine, Tawny?” he said, fucking her steadily, his voice a grunt.

“I’m yours, sir,” she breathed.

“Is this pussy mine?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Say it, Tawny, say it, use my name.”

“This is Athos’s pussy,” she panted against his thrusts. Each one went so deep, each one stretched her in very good ways. It felt good, so, so good.

“And these perfect, suckable tits?” he said. “Whose are they?”

“Yours, sir, my tits belong to Athos.”

“And who’s baby is it you’re going to grow in your belly?”

“Yours, sir, yours,” she cried out.

“Fuck me, I’m not going to last,” he managed. He slammed himself deep inside her, and she could feel him twitching inside her, even as he was whispering in her ear, his voice rough, “Give me a minute, though, just give me a minute.”

She shuddered there, pinned to the tree, held in place, stuffed full of his thick cock.

Until he pulled out of her and set her feet on the forest floor.

She made a noise of confusion, feeling empty, her legs shaking.

“Run,” he said darkly.

She glanced over at her clothing, scattered here and there on the fallen leaves under the canopy of the forest’s branches.

“Just run,” he said. “Now.”

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