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Story: Fawn
I turn and walk away. Barely do I arrive outside the nest when a harassed-looking Eiden opens the door a crack before ushering me in.
My eyes sweep over the room, which looks considerably neater than when I last visited. There, in the middle, her glossy brown hair spread over a pillow, is the object of my unbridled lust. I stare at her as Eiden leans in and whispers the reason he called me here.
Well, this is an interesting development.
What a filthy, perfect little doe.
“She wants you to fuck her while she sleeps?” I ask, keeping my voice low and even so as not to wake the queen-in-waiting. Eiden has already told me as much, his words tumbling out in a rush, but I’m a sick bastard, and I like the way the vocalization of it injects terror and lust into his eyes. “For you to get your dick all up inside her while she’s asleep and vulnerable?”
“Nox!” he hisses.
“Quiet, whelp.” I narrow my eyes in warning.
He snaps his mouth shut. He is quivering with arousal, his dick flexing and leaking pre-cum all over the place. I like this plan unfolding before me. Eiden does not have the natural disposition for this, and I fucking love taking him out of his comfort zone.
I smirk. “You’re both going to come so fucking hard.”
He whimpers, leaning into my touch as I lightly rub the back of his neck.
“You’ll do exactly what I say when I say. No balking. No backtalk. You’re going to touch her like you own her.” I lean in and nip the side of his throat. “Mark her as yours.”
He nods, and his throat bobs as he swallows.
“Get to it.”
He stumbles forward as I release him, steadying himself before he meets her nest, where he carefully sinks to his knees and crawls over our sweet, sleeping doe.
I remove my boots, tuck them in the closet, and find a place beside the wall that offers me a view. “Roll her onto her back,” my voice is a low rumble. “Spread her legs and kneel between them.”
He carefully eases her onto her back. She stretches—he freezes, waiting until she settles again.
“I want your mouth on her pretty tits. Start slow. Light kisses.”
He glances back, his expression raw with need.
There he is, my magnificent, feral stag staring back at me, knowing I will guide him through this and keep him safe. Just as I will keep Fawn safe.
His head swings back to her, centered upon her face. Carefully, he parts her thighs and kneels between them, putting her slick pussy on display as he braces over her with his hands planted on the nest either side of her shoulders. He is naturally a gentle soul, although his stag is a bastard. Today, for the first time during intimacy, I sense his uncivilized side is at play.
His lips brush her shoulder, tentative, growing in confidence as he trails kisses over her collarbone and down to the V between her breasts. He cups her right tit lightly, watching her as he squeezes the plump flesh.
My mouth fucking waters. Seeing him touch her like this hooks into the darker side of me.
“Get your mouth on her,” I say. “I want her to wake up aching where you’ve marked her. She’s yours. Yours to do with as you please. She told you to do this—commanded it.”
His dick bobs and leaks pre-cum all the way to the nest. This is hard for him, pun intended. He’s never been very good atabstinence. But he also has a deep desire to obey me and her, which will keep him in check.
His lips lower to the swell of her breast. I ease the button at the top of my pants where they are strangling my dick. If I enjoy toying with Eiden, I take equal and perverse pleasure in making myself wait, too. I like to be the one in control, the one who guides us, just as Eiden likes to be the one to do as he is told.
She fidgets as he sucks against her flesh. Her skin pulls taunt and his cheek hollow as he slowly increases the pressure, sucking harder.
“That’s my good boy,” I say. “Now, pinch her nipple—lightly, then harder.”
He lifts his head, his throat working as his trembling fingers close over the distended bud. He squeezes it lightly, then rolls it, his lips lowering to a new place where he marks her again.
Her legs move, her hips lifting in subconscious invitation—all wet and slick looking.
I’m fucking salivating. I know how good she tastes.
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