Page 58 of Fawn

There is a small lake fed by a waterfall surrounded by weeping willows and manicured lawns, and as soon as Fawn sees it, she comes to an abrupt stop and shifts to human.

We follow her lead and likewise shift to human, although Eiden throws a look heavenward and turns casually away, probably because he is sporting a hard-on. I suppose living among shifters as she did, being in a state of undress does not trouble her… It would not bother me ordinarily. Today I’m frothing at the mouth at the thought of tasting her sweet cunt, and jealous Eiden already has.

“Oh, how pretty! Can I swim?”

“Of course,” I say, all fake indulgence and not letting a hint of my predatory intent show. “It is safe here. Play as long as you like.”

With a giggle that tests my revolve not to harden, she splashes into the lake.

The mutt woofs like he is thinking of wading in. At my barked command, he slinks off and flops in the shade of a nearby tree.

“Gods, I need some relief. If I have to watch her tail wagging another second, I swear I will die,” Eiden says dramatically.

“You are a whiny bastard,” I say, narrowing my eyes on him.

“What? Tell me you are not suffering, too?”

“I can internalize it. I swear you are a test. Did your ass not take a pounding enough last night?” I don’t wait for his answer. After a quick glance at the lake to ensure Fawn is occupied, I take him by the throat and yank him out of sight behind the foliage of the nearest weeping willow. “Hands behind your back.”

He snaps to attention at my command, hips jerking as I close my fist around his cock. “Gods!”

“Quiet, and I will get you off so I can have some fucking peace.” I drop to my knees and swallow his cock to the root.

He groans loudly. My lips pop off. I glare at him, squeezing my thumb into his cock cruelly. “Shut the fuck up, or I will stop.”

He curses, quietly at least. I go back to sucking him off, the taste of his pre-cum flooding my mouth and telling me it won’t take long.

“Oh!” Fawn says from close enough behind me that I know she is no longer in the damn water.

I pull off… too late… Eiden shoots cum all over my chest, hot, sticky splashes that smother me and continue to drip down onto the grassy carpet beneath my knees.

“For fucks sake,” I growl, surging to my feet and steeling myself for the fallout, slowly turning around.

“I’m so sorry!” Fawn says, pink-cheeked.

Her eyes are everywhere but on us. I take full opportunity of the moment to gorge my eyes on her wet, naked, gloriousness before striding for the lake so I can wash off Eiden’s seed. “No need to apologize, little doe. Eiden needed some relief. If anyone should be apologizing for this, it is him.”

“I’m sorry,” Eiden says dutifully. He doesn’t move a muscle, keeping his shoulders back and hands clasped as I instructed at his lower back, probably worried he’s going to blow again if she continues to linger there naked.

I make short work of washing off before striding back to where they stand, blushing crimson and pointedly not looking at each other.

“I didn’t know… that stags… ah… like wolves…” she trails off, perhaps regretting broaching the subject.

Her scent is thick with arousal—our little doe is very much intrigued.

“He’s an omega, and they have very little restraint when it comes to matters of rutting.” I walk past her to stand between them. Her eyes follow me and are presently glued to my cock. I smirk as her lips part, and she continues to eyeball my junk. I am not an omega like Eiden, nor a wolf with a knot. My cock is long and thick with a tapered point to ensure the deepest penetration of my seed right where it needs to be.

Following my instincts, I reach to take Eiden’s cock in hand and toy with it casually, redirecting her eyes there.

“Male omegas are needy bastards. His scent is near as compelling as yours and drives an alpha stag toward tending.”

She swallows. “But he’s so big, like you… well, everywhere but there… it’s, ah, cute.”

“Please stop,” Eiden moans piteously.

I squeeze his cock cruelly. “Quit whining.”

“Is he okay?” she asks, licking her lips and dragging her eyes from his cock long enough to glance at me. “Does he need to… you know… to, ah, again?”

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