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Ah, she’s given me plenty. But a Fae never loses steam that quickly.

“My turn,” I growl, then pull out and lurch my cock up into her.

My huntress cries out. “Oh!”

I shackle her ass and snap my hips, pitching repeatedly into the hot clamp of her body. Juniper reaches behind me, under my arms, and loops her fingers over my shoulders, the better to take the brunt of my thrusts. She swats her hips, meeting the force of my waist, our hips slamming into one another.

The muscles of my abdomen clench as I piston in and out, my crown entering and withdrawing fully. We dip our heads, staring as her wetness coats my cock, which disappears continuously into her beautiful, slick, open cunt.

Juniper’s forehead lands against mine. Our lips graze while our waists bump, the pace frenzied. Her legs fall apart when I drive harder, deeper, faster.

Her walls suck me in, hugging every inch, so long and fluid. I hit a spot that makes the huntress sob, a root buried so far into her it brings out the primal satyr in me. I wring my arms around her waist and blast my hips upward, striking that place endlessly.

The force is so great, my woman bounces, catching every punch of my cock. Not one to be outdone, she rocks her waist and beats it against mine, her folds colliding with my thrusts. We hurl ourselves at each other, our hips shooting together.

Her cloak and shirt flap over her naked thighs, and with her boots covering her feet, this vision is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, like whenever she wears those prim spectacles while I’m inside her. But right now, my tongue has a craving, and the rest of these tedious clothes are getting in the way.

I bat the cloak apart, revealing the slender curves of her tits as they jostle. From under the shirt, her nipples peek, the tips as firm as stones. I swoop in and snatch one between my teeth.

Juniper mewls. Her back arches, shoving that breast against my lips. Through the material, I nip at the bud and toughen the skin more. Then I lick the fabric wet, sketching my tongue around the pink edges of her nipple before drawing the whole shell into my mouth.

Her fingers scuttle from my shoulders to my hair, where they yank on the roots. I feel that sensation to the bladed points of my antlers. Starved for more, I suck her nipple raw, then prowl my mouth across her chest to the other nipple.

“Puck,” Juniper stresses. “Fables, please.”

“Please, what?” I snarl. “What do you need? Do you need more of my cock?”

But she just crushes a fist into her mouth, muffling her grunts as if they’re about to burst. The air crackles. The overhead candles flash with light. Juniper writhes on me, quelling her moans like she needs to contain them, like they’ll carve this wild in half if she lets them out.

But I want her to let them out, to let everything out. I want the sound of her pleasure to fill this wild to the brink.

I grab her fist and pull it from her lips. “None of that. Let this forest hear you.”

“So good,” she pleads. “Too good.”

“More?”

“Yes.”

Marvelous. I jerk on the tassels cinching her cloak in place, and the mantle slumps to the grass, puddling around her bent legs. Grabbing the cloak, I toss the thing so far across the enclosure, it smacks into the pine trees.

Juniper crosses her arms, about to strip the shirt over her head. Except she halts, shakes her head, and kisses me before muttering, “Rip it off.”

Hell, yes. My fingers capture the neckline and wrench it down the middle, the echo of sheared fabric scraping through my ears. Juniper’s tits and curves pop through the sagging gap in her shirt, the muscles of her figure flexing with my thrusts.

I haul the shirt across the enclosure, then band my arms around her, and heft us off the ground. Rising on my hooves, I stand upright with Juniper’s legs knitted around my waist and her cunt spreading for me.

And then I continue fucking her.

My cock lunges up into her wet folds while I fix her in place. She jolts, whines to the tempo of my hips. After a few pumps, she resumes her own attack by thrashing over me. The huntress knocks her waist into mine, her folds absorbing my cock with abandon.

I growl, clasp her ass, and lash my erection at a rampant pace. “Take my cock, luv. Take what’s yours.”

“Mine,” she wheezes, clamping my jaw with both hands. “All mine.”

“Always yours.” I buck into her. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too. So much.”