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Rosemary and Thyme

Chapter Four – Finale -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

February, 2024

All Rights Reserved.

Caught within the grasp of Jake, Rosemary's feral whitetail instincts took control, transforming her body into a living testament to the wild. Fear, primal and instinctive, coiled through her muscles like tightly wound strings, echoing the age-old response of prey facing an imminent threat. Her lithe form, once a dance of survival in the face of danger, now pressed low to the ground, a submissive posture etched by generations of feral wisdom. In the charged atmosphere, the room seemed to hold its breath, sensing the impending drama.

The rhythmic swishing of Rosemary's tail, a silent language of curiosity and consent in peaceful times, faltered and slowed to near stillness. Each subtle movement mirrored the suspended tension in the room, a wordless reflection of the turmoil within her feral heart. Instincts, once in harmony with Jake's touch, now clashed with the reality of confinement. Quivering muscles silently pleaded for release, ancestral echoes seeking an escape from the perceived threat.

Sarah's wide-eyed gaze beheld the unfolding scene, and the room transformed into a silent stage where emotions played out. Upon release from Jake's grasp, Rosemary dropped to the ground in a swift, instinctual display of vulnerability and submission. The intimate setting, once witness to untamed connections, now became a theatre where the past collided with the present.

"Jake..." Sarah's breath was almost robbed from her by her shock and dismay. "We... need to talk, now..."

He nodded, wracked by guilt and shame, understanding the gravity of the situation. He pulled his shorts on, then gave a nervous glimpse at Rosemary, who lay splayed on the ground, her eyes closed and her body trembling.

"Living room, now - " Sarah spoke, her voice as cold as the snow outside, as she turned and walked away.

Reaching out, placing a shaking hand on Rosemary's back, offering comfort and gentleness, Jake shivered and walked out.

*

In the living room, Jake slumped onto the sofa, resting his head in his shaking hands. Around them, the weight of the unspoken words hung heavy and ponderous, like a mid-summer storm. Sarah paced like a wild, caged animal back and forth, before she stopped, facing the fire and gazing into it, perhaps trying to ease her burdened mind. Jake shuddered, torn between his guilt and the aftermath of his intimate encounter with Rosemary, lingering like a silent ghost.

"Jake," Sara began her voice a mixture of shock and dismay. "What... what was that Jake?"

He took a deep breath, his mental landscape a shattered place, as he struggled to find the words. "It's... it's not what you think, Sarah..."

She looked over her shoulder, crossing her arms. "Not what I think? What do I think? I don't think that my beloved husband... wasn't taking sexual liberties with a feral doe – IN MY KITCHEN?"

Her words lashed him like a whip, making him cringe back against the sofa. "It...no, yes, I mean... I didn't force her into it..."

Sarah's body language grew tense. "Elucidate for me then... Enlighten me – please."

Jake shuddered, then looked down at the floor. He explained the inexplicable connection with Rosemary, the uncharted territory they had ventured into...how she chose, to share herself with him. Sarah's initial anger softened into a medley of confusion and curiosity as he continued to explain.

At last, his words failed and he buried his head in his hands, sobbing quietly.

"I can't believe you would...with a deer," she said, her tone shifting from accusatory to incredulous.

"I... can't believe it either - " Jake tearfully admitted.

Sarah looked back at the fire, the weight of his revelation settling over her like an uncomfortable blanket on a hot summer night. Her skepticism warred with a subtle fascination, the boundaries of their relationship now muddied waters. Just as Sarah was to turn back around, she froze, hearing the timid clip-clop of cloven hooves – frightened, wary, each step a struggle against emotions Sarah could not comprehend.

Nervously, Rosemary entered the room, her cloven hooves echoing with a timid clip-clop on the wooden floor. Her presence, whilst physically there, seemed a specter of fear and uncertainty. Slowly, she moved over, then side-stepped, standing next to the sofa, flicking a momentary gaze at him, before looking up at Sarah, her large, expressive eyes reflecting her inner thoughts; a complex mix of emotions – fear, pleading, and a desperate attempt to make Sarah understand.

As Rosemary's gaze met Sarah's, a fragile moment of communication unfolded. Sarah, torn between her own conflicted emotions, saw in Rosemary's eyes, a plea for understanding, a silent assertion that her actions were a choice, a willing act, that transcended the boundaries of human morality. Rosemary's body, still and tense, held in its body posture an air of vulnerability, her fur slightly ruffled from the emotional storm she had weathered.

Jake, still on the sofa, remained bowed under the weight of what he'd done.

Sarah, caught between anger, confusion, and an unexpected appearance of Rosemary, only added to to her emotional turmoil.

Rosemary looked up, taking a quivering breath, once again trying to bridge that gap between feral and human, as she uttered a low, almost submissive bleat, swishing her tail twice - a desperate attempt to convey a sentiment that she did not have the words to voice.

Sarah, still crippled by her conflicting emotions, hesitated. As her decision pressed down on her, she found herself at a moral crossroads – a juncture where the path was obscured with uncertainty.

*

Breaking the tension, the clip-clop of Thyme's cloven hooves shattered the fear and anxiety in the room. Cautiously, he peered around the corner, his nostrils flaring, his liquid brown eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and fear. As he sniffed the air, his acute sense of smell detected a discordant note – an unfamiliar scent that clashed with the scent of his mate – and the home he found himself in.

A deep snort escaped Thyme's nostrils, a visceral reaction to the disconcerting scent that lingered in the air. His ears quivered with uncertainty, and his eyes narrowed slightly, conveying disapproval and a touch of his wild nature, that had been disrupted.

Approaching with his imposing antlers framing his figure, Thyme's body language remained tense and wary. His ears quivered and his pelt rippled as he seemed to double in size with a single inhalation. Unspoken communication passed between the deer; a language of scent, posture, and unspoken emotions. His ears flickered, as he approached Rosemary, then nuzzled her neck and drew deep of the scent. Thyme looked side-eyed at her, a silent reprimand conveyed through his stiffening posture and even tighter narrowing of his eyes.

Rosemary, in response, lowered her gaze in acknowledgment, her submissive demeanor a silent admission of her actions. The room pulsed with palpable tension, the dynamics between the deer mirroring the complex emotions that swirled among the humans. Thyme's unhappiness with Rosemary added a layer of disquiet to the already charged atmosphere.

While the room still held the tension of their complicated emotions, Thyme's gaze shifted towards Jake, a creature foreign to the natural order. Thyme's disapproval mirrored his instincts, recognizing the intrusion upon the bond he shared with Rosemary. It wasn't just Rosemary who'd crossed a line, but this outsider as well.

At that moment, staring into Jake's eyes, a subtle resolve settled in Thyme. His aggressive posture eased, as he exhaled slowly, his ears slowly flicking as he seemed deep in thought. If his mate were to seek unconventional connections, then Thyme, too, would explore uncharted territories.

Turning his head, his gaze fixated on Sarah, a deep, resonating grunt escaping him. He pivoted away, approaching her with a purpose, his neck extended, nostrils flaring – a customary and accepted greeting towards her.

Only this time, Thyme wasn't seeking permission for a sweet reward or a mere petting; his actions carried a different, more significant intention...

*

Sarah, bewildered, extended her hand, palm facing forward. She blinked in surprise as Thyme snorted and nudged her hand away with his forehead, a gentle, yet dismissive gesture.

"What... what do you want?" Sarah gasped, her fingertips lightly touching Thyme's forehead.

He snorted, then walked around behind her, with surprisingly gentle nudges of his nose, he lifted her shirt. With intent and purpose, Thyme slurped his long, supple tongue across her skin. He licked again, trying to force her shirt upwards, accompanied by a quiet, almost inaudible series of grunts and other sounds.

“Wait... no... tickles, stop... stop that...” Sarah giggled and squirmed helplessly, flinching away, her face flushed, and a nervous giggle escaping her.

Thyme, determined and assertive, continued his attempts to interact with Sarah. His gentle nudges behind her served as an exploration and a signal. With each nudge, he carefully lifted her shirt, revealing the goosebumps of prickled flesh. Thyme's long, supple tongue, a versatile tool, slid across Sarah's back with intent, leaving a sense of curiosity and wonder in his mind.

Accompanying these actions were a series of grunts and other sounds, emanating from Thyme's throat. These weren't mere vocalizations – they carried a distinct tone, a blend of deep, resonant grunts with an assertiveness that spoke of dominance and intention. Thyme, in his feral communication, was expressing more than mere curiosity now; he was asserting a certain dominance, a wild and primal urge within him.

Sarah, caught between confusion and a nervous giggle, tried to resist the persistent, ticklish licks and nuzzles, Thyme, undeterred, persisted in his attempt to lift her shirt, his frustration growing as she kept pulling away from him.

As Sarah flinched again, this time with more force and intent, shoving Thyme back, Thyme grunted and threw his antlered head back and emitted a deafening grunt – unlike anything he'd ever done before. It was a vocalization filled with curiosity, frustration, and worst of all – dominance...

*

Jake couldn't help but flinch at the sudden, deafening grunt that reverberated through the room, its echo lingering in his ears. Startled, he shifted his gaze from the interaction between Sarah and Thyme, back to Rosemary. Her feral instincts kicked in, evident in her widened eyes and ears that pressed flat against the back of her neck, her mouth slightly open, and expressionate eyes growing deeply furrowed.

Confusion and concern began to fill Jake's mind as he tried to decipher the meaning behind Thyme's loud vocalization. The air in the room suddenly seemed filled with unfamiliar energy, and Jake found himself a helpless observer – caught between the unfolding dynamics of what his eyes perceived.

Rosemary's reaction hinted at a depth of understanding, that eluded him, leaving him on the periphery of a world where such utterances carried meaning. As he observed, Thyme's movements become less friendly and playful – and more...

Something elusive, a feeling Jake felt prickle his nape, and a chill ran down his spine.

*

Thyme, his frustration escalating, attempted a more assertive approach. His antlers lowered slightly, and he made a low, throaty vocalization that resonated with a blend of desire and urgency.

The sudden change caught Sarah's attention, and she swiftly intervened. Stepping forward, she put distance between herself and Thyme, holding up both hands, then pushing him away with a stern expression on her face.

"No... no!" Sarah chided, then slapped his muscular chest, not with malice or force, but enough to make her displeasure known.

Thyme, although initially hesitant, responded to the familiar voice, easing backward and lowering his head, frustrated, but accepting of Sarah's body posture and scent. He scraped a hoof at the rug, quivering in frustration and desire, but acquiescing to her as she crossed her hands over her chest and stamped a booted foot, the clap loud in the enclosed space.

Rosemary blinked, looking at Thyme, then glancing back at Sarah, who held Thyme's gaze like a predator viewing prey.

Thyme snorted and tossed his head, but Sarah, showing amazing calmness, stepped forward and pressed her hand against his forehead.

“Stop it, now! I said NO!”

Thyme, realizing her intent, rather than her words, stepped back two paces, then bowed his head, folding his knees beneath him and giving a quiet snort through his nostrils.

Sarah looked down at him, a deep, concerned frown on her face, before she knelt down and lightly stroked his neck as if offering sympathy, or just a compassionate, gentle touch.

He... Sarah's mind reeled, almost out of control. _He wants...

“He wants you, you foolish, ignorant two-legged doe!_ Come a strange thought in her mind. “He wants to repeat that which you shared, not that long ago – or had you forgotten? Offer your fingers to him, I'm sure he'll understand – that -.”

Sarah's blush reached all the way to her hairline, she couldn't help it.

He's a deer, handsome, in his own way, beautiful, kind – surprisingly patient and gentle... I couldn't, I mean – sure, him sucking on my fingers? That was just... him being playful, he's not that old, can't be more than... No, I'll... see if he wants to...

A startled gasp escaped Sarah's mouth, as Thyme lifted his head up and pressed his nose against her jeans, then with a deep inhalation, he exhaled, his large, expansive eyes gazing up at her – the unspoken – connecting in her mind.

“Oh...” Sarah gasped, her mouth falling open, as she looked down at the buck before her. “Jake...”

Jake met her gaze, a silent understanding of the awkwardness of her situation, passing between them. Jake could see, in Sarah's eyes, fear and concern mingled like shadows cast by the flickering firelight.

“He won't hurt you, Sarah,” Jake reassured, his voice quiet. He reached over, his hand lightly resting on Rosemary's neck, offering her a calming touch.

Sarah, tentatively placing a hand under Thyme's muzzle, lifted it up, her face pale with her nervousness and surprise, as Thyme willingly lifted his head at her gentle touch. He blinked at her, flicking his ears in an attempt to put her at ease with his calmness and gentleness.

In the silence, Jake sensed the weight of unspoken questions from his wife, his mind racing to find the right words to bridge the gap between Sarah and Thyme.

“He's not like the deer you see in the woods, or on the side of the roads,” Jake continued thoughtfully, stroking Rosemary's back. “These two – they're... different. I don't understand exactly how, but they've chosen to be close to us.”

Sarah's eyebrow lifted, and she gave a weak, nervous laugh. “you can say that again – I saw what you and her done...”

Sarah's gaze shifted between Thyme and Jake, her hand lingering under Thyme's muzzle. Uncertainty furrowed Sarah's brow, as she grappled with the surreal nature of the situation.

As if sensing the need for a more tangible connection, Rosemary pressed closer to Jake, her warm presence a quiet, soothing anchor.

“Sarah, they're... special,” Jake added, choosing his words with care and consideration. “They've shown us a side of nature we never thought possible.”

Thyme, with a sibilant grunt, nuzzled Sarah's hand with his leathery nose, a gentle gesture seeking acceptance. As the fire crackled, filling the air with the scent of the burning wood and the mingling scents of both cervid and human, it developed a subtle kind of intimacy, transcending anything Jake or Sarah had ever experienced.

Sarah, still processing the conflicting urges of herself, took a deep breath. Her gaze softened, as she lifted Thyme's muzzle higher, as she stared into those deep, thoughtful brown eyes. Leaning forward, Sarah smiled timidly, before she lightly kissed Thyme on the bridge of his muzzle, her words quiet and subdued.

“I accept your offer – my buck...”

*

Rosemary, sensing a shifting in the air, or maybe just restless, moved away, then returned, looking up at Jake and bleating quietly. He climbed off the couch and Rosemary knelt down, about halfway between the fireplace and the sofa, looking up at Jake, until he sat down, facing her. Rosemary licked his throat, then to his surprise, lay her head down on his lap, adopting a relaxed, comfortable pose.

Sarah returned, having showered and dressed in a light robe, that ended about mid-thigh. Cautiously, Sarah sat on the sofa, then scootched slightly down and forwards, resting her hands on her knees and trembling slightly.

“Breathe, Sarah,” Jake murmured, stroking the half-awake Rosemary's ears, the look of pure contentment and trust in her half-lidded eyes. “relax, please?”

Sarah laughed skittishly, glancing at Thyme, who blinked and slightly tilted his head, but remained at a distance, as if afraid to approach.

“He's... a deer...” Sarah gasped. “A wild, feral, unpredictable... I mean, what if...what if he... he tries too...”

Jake paused in his gentle caress of Rosemary, realization spreading over his face, as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “I...I mean, yeah... but...”

Jake leaned to the side, looking under Thyme's belly, at the pale-furred sheath and the large, lightly-furred scrotum. With a nervous chuckle, he swallowed and shook his head.

“He's not like... well, like me – Sarah, it's alright. Now, I doubt he'll try to, well – to do that... Go easy with him, he's curious – he's not shown any real aggression or violence – has he?”

Sarah looked at Thyme, then held her hand out, palm forward, towards him. Curious, Thyme approached, then ever so gently nuzzled Sarah's palm, whether in understanding – or asking permission, once more, she didn't know.

“Easy boy,” Sarah murmured, lightly caressing Thyme's furred right cheek. “Listen to me, please?”

Thyme merely blinked and nuzzled tenderly at her hand again, once more, his long, slick tongue curled around her fingers and he playfully suckled for a few seconds, watching as Sarah's blush returned, coloring her cheeks.

“No...pretty buck... not my... fingers...”

Sarah nervously opened her robe, exposing her clean, naked body. Thyme snorted and his eyes widened slightly, as he looked at her large, ample breasts, and her pale belly and he blinked, as he looked down at her quivering thighs.

Ever so gently, Sarah placed her wet fingers on Thyme's nose, just above his nostrils, then applied careful, persistent pressure. He snorted and blinked, tilting his head slightly, as she repeated the gesture until Thyme seemed to understand and looked down. His wet nostrils lightly brushed her upper thighs, before he quivered and gave a delicate huff through his nostrils.

“Good...good boy...” Sarah nervously panted, placing a hand lightly between his antlers. “Nice and calm, that's...”

Thyme, inhaling that scent with a deep inhalation, grunted, and using his muzzle, he forced apart Sarah's thighs with a light swish back and forth. He stared, confused, at what he found concealed, his nose almost touching the cleanly shaved folds.

“Oh...” Sarah gurgled, her back arching inwards, as she felt Thyme's warm, moist breath tickle her thighs and labia.

Intrigued, Thyme used his leathery nose pad to lightly brush against it, drawing smell, taste, and other sensations into his mind. It wasn't like any doe he'd had before – the scent glands were missing and the scent itself – was completely wrong – yet as he twitched and felt fingers lightly push his head downwards, he lifted his muzzle slightly, almost as if being mindful of his razor-sharp antlers.

“Oh... oh...” Sarah grunted, both shocked and aroused in equal measure.

Thyme tentatively brushed his furred lips against the labia, his tongue delicately tracing up one side and down the other, further adding to the mental jigsaw he was trying to piece together. Not a doe – but not unpleasant either. Curiosity overcoming him, Thyme experimentally licked the folds again, finding it acceptable – before he lipped playfully, his tongue cautious and tentatively parting the outer folds and slipping inside.

Sarah thought she'd just dissolve into a puddle there and then... This strange, yet gentle, buck was nervous – she could feel his quivers, yet his curiosity and tongue, were incredible, truly, words failed her. Her hands alternated between gripping the sofa she sat on, and splaying out so widely, that she thought the webbing between would surely split apart. His tongue, muscular, strong, and incredibly soft, began a nervous, almost fearful lapping of her vulva and labial folds.

“Urgh...” Sara gurgled, desperately fighting the urge to thrust her groin against the muzzle of the stag. “Good... great... buck...”

Thyme's ears flicked, tickling Sara's thighs, as he snorted softly and closed his eyes, sensing more through the growing pleasure of this strange doe – the way her muscles twitched and her scent, not to mention to growing receptivity of her depths to his licks and gentle nuzzles. She wasn't receptive in that way – the primal, instinctive urge still burned within him, but his mind, in its own way, knew this doe would not conceive, despite his best efforts. She was willing, almost perfectly so – as her folds glistened with a mixture of his saliva and her own, sweet, yet strange, secretions.

*

Rosemary stood gracefully, her fur rippling as she shook herself. Moving closer to Jake, she nuzzled his throat, a gesture filled with a strange mix of curiosity, and affection as well. Jake chuckled softly, responding by planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. Rosemary blinked, her eyes reflecting an unusual expression. Licking his face once more, her behavior took and unexpected turn.

A soft, curious bleat escaped Rosemary, as she looked up at Jake. Her gaze shifted down and then up again before she carefully crouched again, gently nuzzling at Jake's groin. A startled gasp escaped him, prompting a deep, convulsive shudder. Carefully, Jake slipped his hand under Rosemary's chin, lifting her head up. In response, she emitted another almost inaudible bleat, obediently gazing into his eyes. Her tail, though down, swished slightly, adding to her confusing actions.

It took a moment for Jake to realize what Rosemary wanted...

“You...no, no, I'd hurt you, or worse... I'm... I'm not a...” Jake whispered, using one hand to lovingly caress her right ear, Rosemary tilting her head into his touch.

Rosemary blinked, a slight frown crossing her forehead, there, and gone in a second - leaving Jake wondering if he'd even seen it, so fast her expression changed. Again, Rosemary licked him, slipping her head out of his gentle touch and this time, very intentionally, nuzzling him – this time, she was determined in her intentions...

*

Both humans, soon succumb to the deer's gentle, intimate affections...

*

Thyme snorted, his eyes snapping wide as he felt this strange doe's depths suddenly flood him with sensations and tastes he'd never imagined. His lips were wet as he felt his senses almost overwhelmed. No doe he'd ever had, had been like this – his mind whirling, he instinctively licked, nuzzled, and tried his best – feeling his arousal spring from his sheath.

He knew one thing...

He had to have this doe, to claim her, to mark her with his scent and his seed...

*

Thyme lifted his muzzle, wet and slick, licking adoringly at Sarah's thighs, tasting the sweet, salty sweat as his muzzle and tongue worked across her belly, then he snorted, feeling an unexpected tugging coming from his antlers. He looked up, then rolled his eyes upwards, gazing at her shivering forearms, her fingers gripping his antlers and pulling him forward.

“Up...up my stag - “ Sarah panted breathlessly, her face flushed and the strangest look in her eyes.

Thyme, not understanding, but her pulling on his antlers starting to worry him, nervously slapped his cloven hooves on either side of her hips, giving ground slightly.

“No...” Sarah grunted, her quivering intensifying as she removed her hands from his antlers, and then gripped him by the upper thighs. “Let me...let me help...”

With a startled grunt, and some difficult maneuvering, Thyme suddenly found his forelegs over the back of the couch, over Sarah's shoulders, his furred chest pressed hard against her breasts. His hind legs quivering with the unnatural posture, he grunted and pulled back, as her fingers slid around the base of his member.

“Shhh, it's... it's alright...” Sarah gurgled beneath him. “Let me...my buck...”

*

Rosemary, her attentions and subtle nuzzles having worked on her buck, rose, quivered, and snapped her tail upright, before she turned about and crouched, gazing back at her chosen one with a look of expectation and longing. He was no buck, she knew that – yet his gentleness, warmth, and the incredible mating between them – was what she longed for...

With a nervous chuckle, Jake knelt behind her, placing one hand on her rump, the other, using thumb and forefinger, he guided himself against Rosemary's slick, quivering folds. This time, he was much more careful and gentle. Just sliding inside her, feeling the tight, slick folds, Jake nearly slammed himself home but barely controlled his urge.

He felt and heard Rosemary's panting breaths, trying his best to let her relax, before he pushed a little deeper into her, again pausing. As he gently stroked her rump, offering soothing, nonsensical words and touches which did more to ease her, than the utterances he made.

“Fuck...” Jake gurgled, feeling her warmth.

Rosemary looked back, then with a twitch of her body, and a low, whimpered bleat – she swallowed and panted – pushing herself back and taking her strange buck completely. Rosemary's body, whilst young, was never designed for this – her vaginal canal stretching and molding around this thick, swollen length – a buck he was not – but a buck, couldn't make her experience this...

*

Thyme grunted and snorted, dancing from one hind cloven hoof to the other, the urge to mount, to consummate and fulfill his instinctive, primal urges, as his penis squirted hot, sticky pre-ejaculate fluids – finally was guided against something wet, slick, and quivering. He didn't care it wasn't a doe – it was wet, slick, and willing...and he buried his full length in one thrust – his scrotum slapping against the bare skin, and with a deep, convulsive shudder that made him nearly collapse, he consummated this unnatural mating – giving this strange doe his entire flood of semen in six powerful spurts inside her. His head hung over the back of the couch, his ragged, panting breaths and powerful, thudding heart thundering within his chest.

*

Sarah had been afraid – but when she felt the slick, surprisingly small, length of the buck – then guided him inside herself, she didn't know what to expect. He wasn't anywhere near the girth or length of her husband, not by any imagination – but he was surprisingly still quite something... Sarah clenched down on him, partially to keep him there, partially purely acting on a primal, ancestral need. Sarah pressed her mouth against the side of Thyme's neck, as terrifyingly hot ejaculate squirted into her with an intensity she'd never imagined.

When he thrust, Sarah grunted and clasped her legs around the back of his furred ones, pulling him forward. Expecting him to try dismounting, or worse, becoming frightened – he merely pressed himself against her panting heavily – his heart thudding like a hammer against her breasts.

“Mmmph - “ Sarah's muffled moans barely reached Thyme's slicked-back ears.

Encouraged by this enigmatic doe's receptiveness, her reluctance to try and break away, as he shuddered again, before once more thrusting with three, quick pumps of his hind legs – again giving her his seed in just as strong and powerful release as the previous.

This time, Sarah gurgled and moaned long, loud, and with a full body convulsion, her orgasm following in less time than a heartbeat, after he gave her his gift once again...

*

To Rosemary's surprise, and growing pleasure, her stag didn't just jump and give her his seed, then instantly dismount – or close to it. He stayed deep inside her, his strange hooves stroking and tickling her, as he gently dismounted and eased back in again, carefully altering the angle – then to rosemary's pleasure – bringing her to her own, first, of many, orgasms...

Jake gasped, feeling the already slick, hot walls as they convulsed and trembled as he eased forwards, then he lost himself – hilting himself with a wet squelch into her body – giving this sweet, gentle doe his sperm once more – oblivious to her sudden sharp inhalation and her eyes showing the darker edges as the sudden thrust was more than Rosemary expected.

*

Come morning, the two deer rose quietly, looking at the exhausted, sleeping humans they'd shared the night – and their bodies, with, giving each a gentle lick, they quietly moved out of the house, heading back to their frozen home. After they crossed the threshold into their forest, Rosemary shuddered and squatted, relieving herself as he moaned in relief.

Thyme grazed on some small shrubs, then chewed them thoughtfully, as he gently neck nuzzled his mate, smelling her scent, and reaffirming his bond and love, as she shivered and glanced side-eyed at him.

“Oh, stop,” Come Thyme's voice, a smirk spreading across his furred lips. “That was an experience... They really had no idea! I didn't think we'd be able to pull it off – they had no idea we're really sentient ferals...”

Rosemary shuddered, standing on quivering legs before she snorted and glared at Thyme, who snickered and nuzzled her again.

“Say that to me again,” Rosemary's glare spoke volumes. “That human was not a buck...”

Thyme grinned and licked Rosemary's right ear, from base to tip, whispering into the cup of the ear.

“Only about ten more months until the next rut...” Thyme murmured. “Think they'll welcome us back, it was so much warmer in their home, than out here...”

Rosemary winced, then nuzzled her belly, before she twitched and shuddered. Thyme, his eyes flaring, stared at her, his muzzle falling open and breath coming in frosty pants.

“You're...” Thyme blinked.

Rosemary snorted, her own breath fogging before she smiled. “Relax my mate, the fawn is yours...”

Thyme let out an explosive exhalation, the breath forming a cloud around his head.

Rosemary walked away, a playful grin on her muzzle.

“I think...”

END