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Risks of Rough Rutting

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

Thought you said you were going to fuck me right through the table. Looks like you barely cracked the leg.

That's what Cosette wanted to say, but for the first time, she was rather glad that the conditioning and aura of the Society kept her mouth shut. Much as the rabbit wanted to tease the buck slowly pulling out of her, she honestly wasn't sure that she could take it if he went that rough. Not after taking four clients prior to him and taking him twice already.

He was huffing, panting, his breath coming in ragged puffs that left her face damp as he pulled away from her, and his antlers, each topped with a cork, were shaking to show just how much he had put out already. And just how much he still had left, considering the wildness in his eyes.

She looked down at his groin, fingers automatically going to the condom wrapped around his shaft. The base had already started slipping, and despite her own disdain for the safety features that most of the girls in the Society gave thanks for, she wasn't about to risk that. She held him there, slowly pulling the rubber off him and tying it off. It joined the other eleven at her hips, 'souvenirs' from the other men that she had been with during her shift.

"Nngh...ha...ha...another," Professor Irving muttered.

"Another? But sir, you'll spoil me. The other girls would never get the chance to relish you themselves," she said, the soft voice of a high-class escort replacing her own, rougher voice. She smiled, slowly jiggling the latest condom. "You have offered me so much already."

"I need...one more. Just to...just to get it out of my system..."

"Ah, but the time, your appointment -"

"Triple. I'll pay triple. One more."

"...Well, now...I suppose, just one..."

As her face turned to a coquettish expression of consideration, her eyes flicked to the side. A nearly-invisible panel had just opened in the corner of the room, beneath eye-level for anyone standing and most sitting. Only those that might have been kneeling - or, perhaps, been thrown over a study table - would be able to see it.

Cosette met the eyes of her sponsor. The cougar looked back at her, glanced at the client, and tapped her watch. A flicker of micro-expressions passed between them. A request, permission, permission granted, but no more. The panel shut, and she turned her attention back to the panting buck.

"Oh, but I suppose...I should not, but I am too tempted. Please, monsieur, allow me to give you the treatment a stud buck like yourself deserves," she said, cursing her fancified vocabulary with every syllable to pass her lips.

She reached for the other side of her waist, pulling out the last of her condoms. Each girl for the shift was given twelve, with thirteen considered a number too unlucky to risk for a broken condom, and fourteen too dangerous for the passage through thirteen to get there. As she reached down, lifting her dress with her free hand as she did - and exposing quite a bit of mess from all the men that had taken their pleasures - the buck's shaft went harder still. The professor clearly had a great deal of pent-up need.

Then again, with it being rut-season, that was hardly surprising. Most of the girls had called out 'sick' rather than deal with the risks of the more aggressive, pent-up males. Even her sponsor was being more cautious.

Cosette, however, found this was her element. This was what she wanted. Not merely the teasing, the playing, the soft words. She wanted the rough part of life, the feeling of risky business, of having someone just go at her. This was what she wanted year-round, even if it did mean that walking was going to be an effort when she was done.

He was barely holding back, too. She knew what it had to look like from his point of view: a vulnerable little bunny rabbit, a young woman that didn't know any better, one of the symbols of fertility put out just for him to rut...and he had to use a condom. His cock throbbed with frustration, almost as if dancing to get away from her fingers as she unrolled the last rubber over him. She smiled as she pinched the tip, ensuring that it wouldn't rip when he slammed in, and rolled it all the way down to the base.

"You will be pleased. I swear, I will do my best to relieve you of your weight, monsieur. All you need do is bless me with your seed, my stud."

"Oh, I will...I will."

Frankly, she was rather surprised that he was still capable of speech. Perhaps there were some males out there that could think past the ends of their dicks. Or maybe he was just so focused on this that it was all he could talk about.

Knowing that she didn't dare wait too long, lest he try for something stupid, she leaned back against the table and spread her legs. She barely had the lace skirt laid over her stomach before he grabbed her thighs and slammed in again.

The aura of the Society kept her from yelping in shock, but the moan that came from the mix of pain and pleasure came free. Her toes curled as she leaned her head back, trying to focus on the good part and ignore the sore part that was just under it. He hammered in hard and fast right from the start, his bristly fur making an already-uncomfortable experience that much more intense in all the wrong ways. Every time their hips clapped together, she felt the grinding, the crackling, the feeling of bristling-cum-soaked-crunch-fur cracking and bending after needling against her sensitive flesh.

The rubber made it almost worse. She could feel the heat on the inside, could feel the way that he was oozing, but there was something to its smoothness that made it more of a bludgeoning instrument rather than a tool of pleasure. In and out, in and out, his balls swinging forward to slap against her. They were big, bigger than most of her clients, and that was what gave him some sympathy from her. He actually didn't have full control; they were running wild and taking him along for the ride.

Of course, he didn't have to ride her this hard!

Each thrust was taking the air right out of her lungs, and she didn't even have the space to give him the praise popping into her head. It all sounded sappy and stupid, and she would have felt like some braindead bimbo airhead to have said it, like some inexperienced little yuppie that had just had her first time and wanted nothing more than to remember her 'king' for the rest of her life. The fact that the professor was fucking her breathless, too sore and too hard-used to get a word in, was actually a positive, for once.

He leaned over her, pinning her to the desk, and she felt a moment's fear before she had the reminder of the Society's aura around her. She was safe. He didn't know who she was, and she was watched at all times to make sure that it didn't get out of hand. Even though she was selling her body, she was not helpless.

She held him close, closing her legs around him, her heels drumming at his back, and true to the nature of the rutting beast, he didn't last long. He came within two minutes of putting it in her, and if it hadn't been for the rubber, she imagined that it would have only taken one. The buck panted over her as he came, the heat filling and spreading through the condom, and she could tell that this would be the biggest one yet.

He pulled out slowly, holding it down. He was a bit more controlled this time, and even proud as he offered the condom to her. She rolled it down, but before she could tie it off, he leaned in, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Twice again...if you eat it."

"..."

"All of it. All of them."

Not just his, then, but the entire shift's takings? The idea was...not entirely unpleasant, though she knew that the older condoms would be more than slightly split. The slime would go everywhere, and it would be impossible to completely get out of her fur without someone else to help her.

But it was the end of the day...

"Three times again," he said. "Please...just do it...I need to see you..."

He was desperate, and she had to admit, that was good money. Good enough to put down any of the minor considerations about reputation or anything like that. Cosette smiled, bowing her head as she undid the ties that held the used condoms to her hips. Some were no more than a thimble-full, drained from the men that had already used the last shift's women, but others were the size of a golf-ball, and one had reached the size of a fist.

The buck's last load was of a similar size, and she knew that this was going to be a mess...and she knew that he would love it. She gracefully - more gracefully than she was really capable of - pulled them out and laid them in a row on the desk beside her. She laid down over it, hanging her head partially over the side, and pointed to a letter opener that was laid on the edge of the desk.

"Adorn me, monsieur."

He didn't have to be asked twice. The buck grabbed the dozen condoms in hand and slit the undersides like the throat of an animal at slaughter. White and clear fluids, some still together, some long split rained over her. White lace and black fabric stained in equal measure, and she leaned her head back, mouth hanging open and tongue out to catch it all. It sprayed, staining her face, her cheeks, some of it almost running up her nose before she caught it and saved herself. More of it ran down her chest, seeping under her clothes, leaving her fur a reeking mess of seed.

For the first time, the soreness faded in place of something naughtier, something kinkier. A dirty little girl was she, and she felt almost like some sacrifice on an altar, the desk the shrine, the professor the worshiper begging a favor, and her the idol to some forgotten creature, some dark god waiting to grant a request in payment for her body.

She was stained from her stomach to her face, smeared in slime from a dozen orgasms, and there was no hiding a bit of it. The professor stared down at her, his eyes wide, his other hand -

"NNNGH!"

Cosette supposed she should have expected that. His hand had disappeared the moment that the rain of cum had started. She should have guessed that the last of his time would be spent jerking to the sight.

Unlucky thirteen, she thought, just before taking his cumshot right in an unfortunately open eye. FUCKER!

The End

Summary: Back in the Hawthwaites Society, Cosette works out a little bit of fun with a professor.

Tags: M/F, Mild Reality Alteration, Prostitution, Condom Play, Orgasm, Cum, Facial, Cum Smearing, Rabbit, Buck, Rut Season, Masturbation, Wet, Maid Outfit, Hawthwaites Society,