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Forbidden Love

Chapter Three

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

2ndMay 2023

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Days passed in a blur for him, as he recovered from his injuries, gaining strength and vitality each day - his gratitude towards her becoming more than what it'd been. She fed him, carried him out side when he'd needed to go to the bathroom, her warmth and strength surprising him. Each day, she'd give him the pain relief medication - a little less each time as he healed surprisingly quicker than even a Therian normally would.

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One night, as she fed him bowl after bowl of her stew, he finally felt full and drowsy, laying on the rough straw pallet bed, more asleep than awake.

"Deer - " She murmured, her eyes seeming to be filling her reddish-brown face as she leaned forwards.

"Mmm?" Ethan blinked and shook his drowsy head. "Ethan, my name...is Ethan, not Deer."

"Is small deer, fragile - " Eilidh nodded. 'Not strong like a Red."

"No..." Ethan admitted, feeling inferior. "I've always - dreamed of meeting a..."

He gasped, as she leaned ever further, then licked from his leathery nose up to between his eyes and onto his ears.

"Is cute deer, yes? Is...handsome - " Eilidh nodded and smiled, then began lipping playfully at his left ear.

"I...hey...hey!" Ethan squealed and then shuddered as his nostrils caught the scent from her. Something about it was alluring, yet confusing to him, something deep inside, some primal memory tried to surface but his conscious mind overrode it.

"You sense it too," Eilidh whispered, touching noses with him, exhaling softly and Ethan unwillingly inhaling, his eyes widening.

Ethan swallowed, his ears flattening back against his neck as he shivered. "I...no, it'd be wrong Eilidh, I'm a Whitetail and you're a..."

Eilidh snorted, then nibbled his neck, her sharp fangs ever so delicately pricking the fur and flesh and releasing it again, her scent growing stronger by the moment.

"Deer owes Eilidh for saving deer, Eilidh will ask Deer - ask Ethan... Been without a mate for six years, frustrating! Sadness, Eilidh has much...to offer Deer..."

"We can't- " Ethan whimpered. "I'm a Whitetail, you're a...a beautiful Red Deer - it'd be wrong for us too..."

"Why?" Eilidh murmured, nibbling at his left shoulder, her tongue slicking down the pale fur. "Is doe, you are Buck - is natural to feel this way, is it not?"

Ethan felt the quiver down in his loins, it had been many years since he'd made love himself - but that was with one of his own kind...

"Relax Deer," Eilidh breathed, her warm breath flickering over his quivering flank. "Eilidh knows what she is doing..."

"Eilidh, please - we..." Ethan squeaked, feeling her nose brush against his furred sheath, those sharp, powerful teeth ever so gently pricking the sensitive skin.

Eilidh snorted, then trembled as she used her lips to enfold his sheath, pushing it halfway down and exposing his slender length as her tongue curled around it and gave a sensual lick.

"Eilidh!" Ethan gasped in astonishment and shock. "No, it's..."

His tongue turned to clay, his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her giggle as she commenced eagerly slurping, his penis almost instantly coming to full arousal in her muzzle. Working him like a fine instrument, Eilidh tightened her lips pushing his sheath fully back as her tongue curled around his member and each time she lifted her head up - her tongue pressed the sensitive penile head against the bony ridges at the top of her mouth.

Eilidth's paws spread out on his thighs, gently holding him, her fingers flexing and contracting in a light, sensual massage as she continued suckling. Ethan gasped and moaned, fighting his urges fighting his confusion and fear.

Pausing, Eilidh lifted her muzzle, then snickered and her voice floated up to his ears.

"I will get my reward Deer - " Eilidh murmured, using her tongue to tease his penile head, before she took his full length back into her mouth and_really_ started working him.

"No...no..." Ethan gurgled, grinding his teeth in stress and anxiety, feeling his body giving in to his instinctive urges. "Eilidh, please..."

With a deep throated chuckle that rippled through him, Eilidh did _something_with her paws - that turned his conscious mind off - and he squealed and his hips snapped against her paws. With a shudder, Eilidh accepted the hot, salty drink down her throat - seeming to genuinely savor it as she caressed and tickled his furred scrotum as he ejaculated in powerful spurts.

Gasping and panting, Ethan moaned and shuddered, as her tongue continued to slurp and suckle for several minutes - ensuring she got every drop of his fawn cream she could before she sighed in pleasure and shivered, lifting her muzzle and licking his belly in adoration.

"Not bad, not good Buck like Red, but not bad - is sweet, tender... different to Red Buck..."

Ethan trembled, something in the tone of her voice prickling some instinctive deep ancestral memory - it surfaced through the post-orgasmic pleasure that filled him...and turned his blood to ice water in his veins.

Eilidh, for all her kindness and gentleness, was an _apex_predator... As such, he was playing a dangerous game, as she was easily going to outclass and outmatch him - if he ever displeased her...not that he imagined he would...

"Nice Buck," Eilidh murmured, licking and nibbling his way across and back again on his quivering belly. "Relax little Buck, I will not hurt you...now, Eilidh would like some...relief, if you understand? Such a cute, short little muzzle..."

Ethan shuddered and blinked, then a nervous smile caused his furred cheeks to dimple.

"I'd be...more than happy too - if you...uh..."

Eilidh didn't let him finish, as she straddled his neck and looked down, her glistening labial folds filling his nostrils with the arousing, sensual scent of a very needy Doe.

"No, will not work, will hurt Buck's neck, wait..." Eilidh sighed, then knelt down on the floor, her tail flagging as she tapped her jaw with a finger and pondered. "Deer?"

"Yes?" Ethan asked, his black-tipped ears pricking forward.

"Deer not perfect, but well enough - on belly Deer, face me please."

Awkwardly, Ethan struggled into position, laying on his belly, the deerskin beneath him protecting him from the itchy, prickly straw on which he lay. With Eilidth's help, he was moved forwards, then a crude pillow shoved under his chest.

"Better - now, be gentle Deer..."

"I do know what I'm doing..." Ethan snorted, then gasped as both her paws gripped his ears and held them firmly. "Uh...I think..."

"If Deer talking, Deer not making Doe happy, yes?"

Ethan swallowed and smiled nervously; before he timidly brushed his nose against Eilidth's warm folds. To his surprise, he found them warm - way- warmer than his own kind - and to his surprise, he found her remarkably accommodating.

Ethan blinked, then gurgled in his throat as Eilidh pulled his ears, making him come closer - his lips pressed against her folds. Closing his eyes, he gave a tentative lick, his body quivering as the taste and pheromone receptors flared inside his muzzle and mind. Eagerly, he placed his paws on her hips, using his slender muzzle and long tongue to swirl and slather as deep inside her as he could.

"Oh, Deer good for something..." Eilidh gasped, pressing her hips against his muzzle.

"Mmph!" Ethan gasped, his nostrils almost buried in the pale fur of her lower belly.

"Shush Deer!" Eilidh giggled, as she arched her hips up, then groaned as he found and slurped her quivering clitoris with enthusiasm and excitement.

Not only was he thrown by her taste, scent, and obvious arousal - but as she spread her fingers out over the back of his head and pushed it forward - he felt he could almost, but not quite, slide almost a third of his muzzle inside her. He'd never had a Doe so relaxed and well, accommodating, before...

"Deer - focus!" Eilidh growled, then pinched his nape painfully.

He shivered and continued to orally explore her folds - externally and with much delight - internally. One of Eilidth's paws come down and her index and middle finger spread her labia apart as Ethan burrowed and nuzzled for all he was worth - using his own index finger pad to tease and tickle her clitoris.

"Mmm, good Deer,very good Deer..," Eilidh gasped, holding his head tight as she pushed her hips even further.

Ethan's eyes widened, as he literally felt his muzzle cheeks and dark, leathery nose eased into her depths - only a little - but the feeling as her labia and vaginal walls squeezing down, the sweet fluids of her arousal slicking his fur and skin beneath, more sensual and soft than any moisturizing cream he'd ever tried.

"Right...mmmm -good Deer - "

Eilidh gasped, her muscular contractions rippling on his muzzle, her heart rate doubling, tripling, he could hear the rapid thumps and feel them in the femoral artery in her thighs, under his right paw.

"Eilidh like this small deer, very much..."

Ethan lapped, slurped, and ever so gently twisted his muzzle, sensing more than understanding - his own mind consumed with the thoughts and feelings of actually mating with this Doe - and how it must feel...

"Oh...Deer... now...now Buck...oh...oh..."

As he tried to slide his muzzle backward, realizing she was about to climax, and do so hard, Ethan felt her paw on the back of his head tighten its grip, her hooflets curling and digging into the fur and flesh.

"Mmph!"

Ethan gasped, then his eyes went wide as he felt her climax strike like a hammer to his senses. Powerful muscular contractions seized her, crushing her folds down on his muzzle, before a literal deluge of vaginal secretions filled his muzzle and into his throat.

He'd pleasured many a Whitetail Doe in his time - even a few Buck's, he wasn't proud of it - but they'd been dominant and strong, so it was easier to submit - than fighting during the rut...

Nothing; had prepared him for this experience! Fluids filled his nostrils, his muzzle - even dribbled down his chin, as he swallowed and swallowed, his mind reeling with lust and urges - powerful - primal urges, instinctual, overpowering, and with a moan, his hips snapped forwards and down, then he shuddered as he felt his own orgasm splatter against the deerskin blanket and his belly fur.

It took a few moments; before Eilidth's nostrils flared and she gripped his ears, pulling his head up and away, staring down at him with a look of displeasure and surprise in equal amounts.

"Naughty_Deer!" Eilidh growled, her voice lacking any real anger. "_Naughty! Bad Deer..."

With a weak smile, Ethan used his forearm and blew out his nostrils, before he drew a panting, shuddering breath and swallowed nervously.

"Sorry - just...unexpected! I never... imagined - how it... With a beautiful Red Doe like you..."

Folding her paws over her chest, her forearms under her breasts, she sighed, then smiled weakly.

"I've...stories of your kind - " Ethan shivered and swallowed again. "They... never did you majestic beauty...justice."

Raising an eyebrow, Eilidh snorted softly, then leaned forwards and licked Ethan's muzzle, from nostrils to ears, then cuddled his head against her belly, stroking his quivering neck.

"Deer is terrible at lying, but I like Deer flattery...and a talented muzzle..."

"I wasn't - " Ethan swallowed nervously, slicking his ears back.

"I am - well pleased Deer, relax, I won't eat you... You'll not become my stew, I promise..."

Ethan swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes going wide as he stared up at the Doe, who smiled and cupped a paw under his muzzle and gazed down at him.

TO BE CONTINUED...