Page 94 of Stags

He invited her back to his place, and she accompanied him, easily.

There, they sat on his couch, and he lifted her legs and eased off her shoes, and sat there with her feet in his lap, massaging her heels and the balls of her feet as he grinned at her and asked questions about how she was feeling.

She teased him that it was too soon to know if she was pregnant or not, that even if she was, she might still be feeling signs of estrus, and that they might continue all the way through the season, even if he’d bred her successfully.

“So, you’re just saying this because you want my dick again,” he said, rubbing his thumb up between her toes.

“Yes, sir,” she said, pointedly, raising her eyebrows.

“But,” he said, “season really only lasts four more weeks, right?”

“About that,” she said. She would go into various fertile peaks during this season, and then it would end, and it would be colder and darker, and winter would be coming.

“If we manage it, you might not want to see me again,” he said.

“Or you might not want to see me again,” she said. “I may become significantly less horny.” She couldn’t be sure about this, though. When she and her ex-husband had first gotten together, she could swear they’d been in a heightened state together for at least a year, regardless of the status of her fertility or being in heat or whatever you wanted to call it. She’d been ready and willing anytime, all the time… They’d been in love. She’d been young.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think this needs to be about sex.”

“Thisisabout sex,” she said.

“Well, it’s about breeding you,” he said. “Which involves sex. But, you know, I think about you a lot. I have told you already that I like you, and I’m starting to think you might like me, too.”

She couldn’t help but smile at him. “I guess we’ll see what happens. You’ll still be just as horny. Men are.”

“No, I won’t, because it’s partly your scent and reacting to it and everything else,” he said. “Traditionally speaking, bucks are as celibate as does out of season, you know?” It was true that the traditional way of things was to fuck like crazy during the season and then just… stop for the rest of the year, but this was facilitated by the fact that bucks steered clear of does entirely outside of the season, except for does they were related to as sisters or mothers.

“I’m not saying I want to be celibate!” she exclaimed.

“There’s also… it doesn’t have to be like this when we’re together. There are different kinds of sex.”

“What do you mean?” she said.

“You know, just there’s filthy sex and sweet sex. There’s sex when you’re turned on and sex when you’re in love. You know, when I was—” But then he stopped talking and shook his head.

“What?” she said.

He doubled down on massaging her feet. “Nothing. I can’t believe I was going to say that.”

“It was about your swan ex-wife, wasn’t it?”

“Birds have sex differently than we do,” he said, nodding.

“Birds have bond-sex,” she said. “I know. I’ve heard about this, how it’s like this weird thing where you don’t even really need to have orgasms, you just find these moments of peak pleasure with each other, where you anticipate each other’s movements and responses and you can read each other’s minds and—”

“I don’t know about reading each other’s minds,” he muttered.

“You want to bond with me?” Her voice was softer than she had meant it to be. She sounded vulnerable instead of aloof and teasing.

“Not if you don’t want to bond with me,” he said.

“Well, we just have to wait and see,” she said.

“If you’re pregnant, are you going to move in with your mother?” he said.

“Probably,” she said.

“I could…” He shook his head. “Never mind. Shut up, Athos.”

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