Page 36 of Hoof It
Thirty Six
Epilogue
Fifteen years later
Jimazu
W aking up next to my mate in our home is one of my favorite parts of the day. It never fails to start my day off right, even after fifteen years’ worth of mornings with her beside me. I thank Pan every day for bringing us together. My mate hasn’t physically aged much at all, her hair is still the same shades of earthy browns that it was when we met. The skin around her eyes is still smooth and blemish free, unlike that of her friends. Lexi and Frankie visit us a couple of times each year, and usually stay for about a month. They married ten years ago, and it was the first time that I stayed away from the forest for more than a few hours. Being around that many humans was unnerving despite the fact that the wedding was a masquerade ball. Not a single person aside from my mate, her friends, and Lexi’s father knew that I’m not human. It would have felt freeing, if not for how loud all of the humans were.
I roll over in our bed and my mate hums low in her throat. I’m not ready for her to wake yet, I need to finish setting up my surprise for her outside. I lightly kiss the top of her head before pushing waves of relaxation to her. Our bond has come in handy over the years, and I’m once again grateful that my human mate is able to use it the same way I am.
Easily slipping out from under her, I replace my body with a pillow. As she curls her body around it, I quietly walk out of our bedroom and turn down the short hallway. Reaching the kitchen, I pull a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and head out the back door.
Once I told Darcy about the cache of coins I’d found in the caves, she had Lexi’s father sell them for us. Because of the money from the sale, we’ve added onto the house a couple of times. We now have a second bedroom as well as a second bathroom. Both are used primarily when Lexi and Frankie come to stay with us. Our yard is filled with small animals in fenced areas. Darcy insisted we raise chickens, cows, and pigs. We even have a couple of goats. There are also several cats that roam around outside our house. We let them in once winter sets in.
To this day I still don’t know why we need so many of the animals; we don’t eat them. Though, we do use the eggs from the chickens and milk from the cows. My mate used her phone to learn how to make various cheeses from both the cow and goat milk. She also learned how to make soaps from goat milk as well.
I fill each of the animals’ troughs with their preferred foods before heading to the backside of the cowshed. Standing in front of the nearly complete goatman-made hot spring, I assess what I still need to do.
Pan granted me a vision two weeks ago, and it was the first time in several years. Darcy had tripped and twisted her ankle. When she hit the ground, she landed just right on her hip. She was unable to walk at all for days after the fall. The Wild God showed me what I needed to gather in order to build a hot spring right here. It took me several days to gather everything, and then I had to dig several feet into the ground. I spent another week placing rocks into a circle, and gathering clay from the riverbed to seal the cracks.
Two weeks later, we have a miniature pool behind the shed. When Darcy called me inside last night for dinner, it was empty. Looking at it this morning, I see that it’s full of water. Pan only knows how it was filled in only a few hours overnight. The god never fails to amaze me. Satisfied with the heat coming off the water, I turn away and head to the flower garden. My little mate was dead set on growing as many types of flowers as possible. Our home is always fragrant from the fresh blooms. I side step the native flowers and enter the greenhouse we built the spring before Lexi and Frankie’s wedding.
I’m hit with the warmth at the same time as the scent of various flowers. Darcy takes great care of all her flowers, and this greenhouse is a point of pride for her. I once tried counting the different species, and lost count around forty. I walk to the back of the humid building and retrieve the stash of imperfect roses I hid the day prior.
My mate is obsessed with all different colors of the delicately scented blooms, and I don’t blame her. Turning over a bucket to sit on, I begin the process of removing the rose petals from the stems. I make quick work of it, and manage to only stick myself three times on the thorns. After plucking each petal loose, I drop them into a basket off to the side. Once the basket is full, I stand and return the bucket to its home beneath a workbench. Gathering the basket in my arms, I exit the greenhouse and head to the cabin’s back door. I drop handfuls of the rose petals in a path from the door all the way to the hot pool, then return the basket to the greenhouse.
When I return to the pool, I search the bond, feeling that Darcy is teetering on the edge of sleep and awake.
“Good morning, little mate. Grab your fluffy robe and join me outside?”
“Mmm good morning, my beast. Why don’t you come back inside and join me in bed instead?”
“I have a surprise for you out here. Put your robe on and follow the path I left you.”
Before she’s able to ask more questions, or convince me to come back inside, I do something I haven’t done in at least a year; I close the mental door between us. Now she’ll have no choice but to come out here. I lean against the front of the pool while I wait on my mate. She doesn’t make me wait for long before I hear her walking towards me. A smirk appears on my lips as she enters my sight. Her face appears annoyed at first, then she sees the warm pool behind me.
She stops in her tracks, still several feet away from me, “Jimazu, what is this?”
I push off the stone front and approach her, taking her face in my hands. “I know how much you miss being able to sit in the hot spring any time you’d like. Pan showed me how to build you one.” I shrug my shoulders.
“You built me a hot tub, Zu. By hand, you built me a damn hot tub?” An incredulous look overtakes her features. I reopen the mental door between us and awe is pouring out of her. It’s nearly enough to bring me to my knees. I simply nod. She jumps up into my arms, and I catch her. She covers every inch of my face in kisses, and by the time she’s done, I have a goofy grin plastered to my lips.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She plants her lips against mine and our mouths move together in perfect sync. When we separate, she asks, “Please tell me it’s ready for us to get in?”
“It is.” I shift her and loosen the belt of her robe. She lets it fall from her shoulders, and I hang it on a nearby branch. Still holding her, I ascend the stairs and step across the wall. My hooves dip into the warm water and I walk down the interior steps. It’s deep enough that the water reaches her hips while I carry her. I stop in front of the bench I built along the far wall before turning and sitting down. She sighs in contentment as soon as the majority of her body is submerged. I reach up and loose her waist-length hair from its messy bun, and she tips her head backwards.
“Gods above, Zu. I forgot how good this feels.” She groans out and her entire body relaxes into the water. Her back arches just enough that her breasts pop above the water. My eyes track a bead of water as it slides down her ample chest onto her nipple. I can’t help myself when I lean forward and take the dripping nipple into my mouth.
My tongue swirls around the hardening peak and my teeth graze her flesh. She grinds her core against my lap and it causes my cock to rise from the pocket. I pop free of her nipple and before I switch to the other side, I catch her eyes with my own. “Tell me what you want, little mate.”
As I take her second breast in my mouth, she grinds into me a second time. A wicked grin curves her lips upwards and I feel my cock stiffening more. I know that look, it’s one of my favorites.
“I want you to fuck me good and hard, then carry me in to the house with your cock still inside me. Each step thrusting into my pussy. When we get to our room, I’m grabbing the strap-on and I’m going to fuck your cock pocket until you beg me to let you come.” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond before she slides down my length. She doesn’t hesitate to take all of me at once.
“Fuck me, my beast. Make me scream your name.”
The next hour is filled with me fucking my mate across every inch of the pool. Every time I come close to orgasming, she makes me slow down. She begs me to wait to come until she has her favorite toy inside of me. Always eager to please my mate, I manage to keep from filling her with my cum.
I have her on her knees on the bench facing the pool wall. My hand is gripping a fistful of her hair as I thrust into her from behind. I’ve brought her close to orgasm several times since we shifted into this position, but I stop right before. I want her to come so hard that she passes out before I carry her inside. I pull out of her just long enough to tell her to turn around. As soon as she does, I lift her up onto the edge of the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist and I slide right back inside of her as her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me close to her.
I release her hair and bring my hand to her throat, gripping it in the perfect spots to feel her pulse. Her eyes light up as she registers what I’m planning.
“Play with your clit, little mate.”
One of her hands drops between us and she rubs circles around her clit, teasing herself. My fingers tighten around her throat cutting off her blood supply.
“Pinch it the way I do.”
As she does as she’s told, I bring my mouth to her mark. My tongue traces along the indents my teeth left all those years ago. Her body shudders against me, and her walls clench my cock.
“Harder.”
The moment I send her the thought, my teeth bare down on her mark. Her pussy grips my cock so tightly that it almost feels as if she’s trying to remove it from my body. I feel her orgasm hit her, and I let my grip on her throat go slack. Her pussy walls clench and unclench around me, and I hear her release hit the water. I lift my head and see that her eyes are closed. A quick check in the bond and I know that she’s out. Walking slowly, I continue to thrust into her, making sure that I myself don’t come yet.
I carefully step out of the pool and grab her robe from the branch. It takes me longer than usual to make it into our house, but once I’m inside I beeline for our room. I toss her robe onto the chair we keep in the corner of the bedroom. Gently, I kneel on the bed and drop my mate in front of me. She stirs as I drive my cock into her over and over. Another orgasm hits her, and rouses her fully. The wicked look appears on her face again, and I know she’s about to demand her turn. I withdraw from her warmth slowly, then lay back on the bed. She climbs over me to her side of the bed and opens the drawer of her night stand.
According to my mate, she had to have a strap-on specially made for us so that she can fuck me while I fuck her. Most straps attach to the toy in the front of the groin area. Not hers; the strap sits directly over her clit. Sometimes she uses a vibrating dildo to fuck me. The way it makes both of us orgasm earned it the title of our favorite toy right away.
She easily slips the strap up her full hips, and hooks the silicone cock in place. She crawls up to my head, the cock dangling close to my lips. “Suck it, Zu. Get it nice and wet for me.”
I lift my head and take the fake cock in my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip and she thrusts her hips. The tip kisses the back of my throat, and I gag lightly. She grins down at me, pleased. When she pulls it out of my mouth, a line of my spit follows it. My mate moves to straddle my hips, lining both her fake cock and my very real one up with their intended targets. My hands grip her hips and I pull her down. We impale each other, and each let out a guttural moan.
Teeth clenched, I manage to grit out, “Fuck me, Darcy.”
My mates bounces and thrusts, knowing exactly how to move to bring me to the edge once again. She dips her hips as she leans over me, her hair falling around us like a curtain. My hand snakes up to her throat and I hold her in place as I drill my hips up.
“Yes, just like that, Zu. Don’t stop.”
“Never, my love. I’ll never stop.”
Our orgasms hit us at the same time. My cock thickens as it empties into her. Her walls grip me tightly again and again, milking every drop from me. Darcy shifts and lays down on top of me, the silicone cock still inside me. My cock is still hard and I refuse to pull out of her just yet.
We lay together, enjoying the feeling of one another for hours. Not speaking, simply enjoying the peace we bring each other. Eventually, Darcy drifts off to sleep and right before I give in, I send up a prayer to the Wild God, thanking him for my mate once again.
The End.