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The Elk Inn

Chapter Four – Finale -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

17th September, 2024

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Their shared apartment was heavy with the musky scents of the night before, a lingering reminder of the intensity Rowan and Oliver had shared. Having relieved his brother's frustration—and in all fairness, some of his own as well—Rowan slipped from the bed and began stripping the sheets. Oliver moaned, rolling over and pulling a pillow over his head, muttering incoherently.

“You know,” Rowan said playfully, tweaking Oliver's tail tip, eliciting a squeal from him, “for a deer, you're very lazy. Come on, it's only 0600. We should awaken at dawn!”

Oliver trembled, remaining on the bed, his reluctance palpable. Rowan grinned, grabbing his brother by the slender ankles and pulling him until Oliver sighed and climbed off. His nostrils flared and his muzzle wrinkled in distaste.

“Urgh smells like a gym locker room in here,” Oliver groused, sitting on the edge of the bed, his head hanging down and hands between his thighs.

Rowan paused, then raised an eyebrow as he chuckled deeply. He sat on the bed, placing a hand lightly on Oliver's trembling back. “Whose fault is that, little-miss-needy-doe?”

Oliver glanced at his brother, his eyes filled with uncertainty, and swallowed. He looked away, his ears flat, the inner ear turning a brilliant crimson as the blush flooded into them. “I... I couldn't help it,” Oliver sighed, wringing his hands. “I can't stop thinking about... I know, it's silly--”

Tenderly, Rowan cupped Oliver's chin and turned his head to meet his deep brown eyes, his own reflecting curiosity and compassion. “Why is it silly? It's not. You've set your heart and mind on something—what's wrong with that?”

Oliver sniffled, trying to look away, but Rowan's compassionate and dominant gaze held him captive. “You should be enough for me –“ Oliver whispered, his voice trembling.

Rowan's thumb gently caressed the black cheek stripe, a soothing gesture. “You know, my brother, I will always be yours, and you will be mine. If you wish to explore, then please, do so with my blessing and encouragement! It has always been our way—our open relationship.”

Oliver's internal struggle was palpable. His mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between guilt and the desire for something more. His hands trembled as he wrung them together, a visible sign of his heightened anxiety. Rowan's warm, reassuring touch on his back and his gentle embrace were a balm to his troubled heart.

Rowan leaned in closer, his breath soft against Oliver's ear as he spoke. “It's okay to want more, Oliver. It doesn't mean you're betraying me. It means you're human, well, you know what I mean. I love you for who you are, and I want you to be happy, even if that means sharing a piece of you with someone else.”

The sincerity in Rowan's voice and his affectionate embrace were enough to ease Oliver's fears. He looked up, meeting Rowan's gaze with a mix of relief and gratitude. Rowan's heart swelled with pride and empathy, hoping his brother would understand that love was not confined to just one person.

After a long moment of shared silence, Rowan helped Oliver to his feet, his supportive hand resting on his brother's back. “Let's get some fresh air,” Rowan suggested gently. “There's a place I want to take you where we can talk more, and maybe you'll find some clarity.”

With a renewed sense of calm, Oliver followed Rowan out of the apartment, read for the next chapter of their day and the exploration of their new town that lay ahead.

*

With a renewed sense of calm, Oliver followed Rowan out of the apartment. The morning sun was just beginning to warm the city, casting a golden hue over the streets. They walked together to the park, its lush greenery and serene atmosphere promising a peaceful retreat from the whirlwind of emotions they had been navigating.

As they arrived at the park, the quiet rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds greeted them. Rowan and Oliver strolled through the park, the tranquillity of their surroundings helping to soothe the remnants of Oliver's anxiety. The sun's rays filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the well-tended paths. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers and fresh grass, creating an atmosphere of calm. Rowan led Oliver to a secluded bench under a canopy of trees, where they could sit and continue their conversation in the gentle embrace of nature.

Rowan motioned for Oliver to sit, and once he was comfortably seated, Rowan took a seat beside him. The park was relatively quiet, save for the occasional jogger and the distant murmur of other park-goers enjoying the morning.

Rowan took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the serene lake nearby. “You know, Oliver, this place is like a sanctuary. It reminds me that, despite everything, there's always a place of peace and reflection.”

Oliver nodded, his gaze following Rowan's to the shimmering water. The earlier tension in his shoulders had eased somewhat, replaced by a thoughtful stillness. “It's beautiful here. I didn't realise how much I needed this... this calm.”

Rowan reached out and gently placed his hand on Oliver, giving a light squeeze. “I'm glad we came. It's important to have these moments of clarity. To just reconnect with nature. Sometimes, we need to step away from everything to see things more clearly.”

Oliver squeezed Rowan's hand, a small smile forming on his lips. “Thank you for understanding, Rowan. I was so afraid of how you'd react. I didn't want to hurt you.”

Rowan turned to face Oliver, his eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. “I know. And you didn't hurt me. We've always been open with each other, and that's what makes our bond special. It's natural to have desires and interests, and it's healthy to explore them. I want you to be happy, and I want us to be honest about our needs and feelings.”

Oliver looked down, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the bench. “I've been thinking a lot about what you said, about wanting more. I guess I was just scared of losing what we have.”

Rowan gently lifted Oliver's chin, his gaze steady and encouraging. “You won't lose me, Oliver. Our relationship is built on trust and love. If anything, exploring new experiences can strengthen what we have. It's not about replacing or diminishing our bond—it's about enriching it.”

Oliver's eyes met Rowan's, filled with a newfound understanding. “I think I'm starting to get it. I do want to explore, but I also want to make sure we're still on the same page.”

Rowan chuckled softly, a reassuring smile on his face. “You and your bookish nature. Eloquent little doe, aren't you? We are, and we'll continue to be. Communication is key, and we've always been good at that. As long as we keep talking and being honest, we'll be just fine.”

With the weight of his worries lifting, Oliver felt a sense of relief and gratitude. He leaned in and rested his head on Oliver's shoulder, the comfort of his presence easing his lingering doubts. They sat together in the peaceful park, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the park, Rowan glanced up and frowned, before he stood up, stretching leisurely. “It just occurred to me, I haven't fed the doe today--”

“I'm not a doe,” Oliver snorted playfully.

Rowan turned about, then cupped his brother's chin, lifting it up and planting a deep, passionate kiss on his lips, before they parted, both feeling their heart rate climbing and leaving them breathless.

“Yes, you are, you're my doe...” Rowan smiled, caressing his brother's cheeks.

Oliver blushed, flattening his ears, as he giggled nervously and looked down.

*

That evening, they made their way back to the inn, the days earlier tension replaced with a renewed sense of connection and anticipation. The journey through the park had given them both a fresh perspective, and they approached the inn, the promise of the evening ahead added a new layer of excitement.

As the evening settled in, the inn was alive with its usual blend of lively chatter and all manner of sights and activities. Rowan and Oliver made their way to the bar area, where the young reindeer was waiting, his hands clasped behind his back and with a shy, playful tilt of his head, he courteously nodded to the two young whitetail bucks. Rowan's demeanour was relaxed and confidant, a stark contrast to Oliver, who blushed and took a seat at the bar, looking down and not interacting with anyone.

“Something wrong?” Asked the barman, the imposing red deer, as he placed some drinks on the bar. “Why so gloomy?”

Rowan sighed, then ordered a light beer for Oliver, and a full strength one for himself. “Sorry, he's just a bit... shy. It's a whitetail thing, I'm sure you understand.”

With a noncommittal grunt, the barman turned and walked off, to serve another patron. Rowan and the reindeer exchanged glances, before Rowan turned and slid Oliver's beer over to him.

“Drink, relax, have some fun! It's alright, I know your tolerance, this is a low-strength beer, it'll help. Think of it as... social-lubrication.” Rowan smiled, playfully resting a hand on Oliver's shoulder.

Oliver took a tentative sip of his beer, his eyes darting around the room, before returning to Rowan, who seemed to be completely at ease. Rowan's casual attitude helped Oliver feel a little more relaxed, even if his heart was still racing.

The reindeer buck gazed at Rowan, a playful glint in his eye. “So, sir,” the reindeer began, his voice smooth and inviting. “What may I do to make your evening memorable?”

With a flirtatious smirk, Rowan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “I'm sure you can think of something. Yet I want to ensure that its fun for everyone, especially my partner beside me, if you understand?”

The reindeer's eyes widened in understanding, and he gave a playful nod. He moved with practised grace, guiding Rowan to a more private corner of the bar area, where the ambience was intimate, but still well within Oliver's sight. Oliver glanced over, his cheeks heating as he saw Rowan unbuckle his jeans, the Reindeer carefully getting on his knees.

As Rowan settled comfortably in the chair, the reindeer looked up at him, his expression a mix of enthusiasm and respect. The atmosphere buzzed with an energy as Rowan's hands found their way to the Reindeer's antlers, gently encouraging him.

Oliver, still at the bar, took another sip of his beer, his thoughts racing. He glanced around nervously, his mind filled with a swirl of thoughts about where he was and what was about to happen with his brother. Glancing back, Oliver's eyes widened slightly as he saw the Reindeer begin his sensual licking and kissing, seemingly effortlessly bringing Rowan to full arousal in moments.

As Rowan tenderly pushed the Reindeer's antlered head down, his head tilted back and a low gasping exhalation escaped him, as the reindeer's head began to bob up and down. The skilful movements and Rowan's evident enjoyment made Oliver's anxiety mix with a strange, curious excitement.

I wonder how it compares to me pleasuring Rowan like that, sure, I just can't help but wonder--, Oliver thought to himself, a nervous smile touching his lips. That reindeer certainly knows what he's doing...

*

An hour later, Rowan bleated and slapped his hips forwards, the reindeer snickering and burying his nostrils against Rowan's shirt, the power and volume of Rowan's ejaculation making the Reindeer's eyes widen, his smile spread from one ear to the other as he accepted the hot, salty offering gleefully.

Gulping down the last of his sixth beer he'd consumed in rapid succession, Oliver giggled shyly, glancing side-eyed at the panting and quivering Rowan. He definitely felt more relaxed, and having seen his brother and the reindeer – it started to plant new and pleasurable thoughts the young buck would love to implement, having learned a few new techniques from watching the Reindeer's performance.

When he finally drew enough breath, Rowan shuddered and lightly tapped the reindeer on the forehead, making his partner look up, the delicate bells on his neck tinkling. Rowan gazed down at him, his expression one of pleasure and gratitude.

“That was... amazing,” Rowan murmured, lightly cupping the reindeer's chin. Now, I beg to ask, can I ask a flavor?”

The reindeer blinked, then tilted his head playfully, once more, the bells tinkling as he re-positioned. “Of course!”

Rowan glanced at Oliver, who had excused himself to the barman, and stumbled his way to the bathroom. “When he comes back, could you be discreet? He's still a bit shy about...” Rowan gestured at the reindeer, and around at others who were likewise engaged in sexual pleasures. “About all of this.”

With a gentle smile and a wink, the reindeer buck nodded. “Absolutely! I'll make sure everything is as comfortable as possible for him.”

Rowan gave a grateful nod, his gaze following Oliver as he made his way through the crowd and toward the bathroom. The atmosphere charged with anticipation, and Rowan's thoughts turned to how he could help Oliver feel more relaxed, once he returned.

As Oliver dissapeared down the hallway, Rowan shifted on his stool and turned back towards the reindeer. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice husky and body quivering with the afterglow. “That was amazing. You've got a real gift!”

The reindeer wiped his muzzle with a cloth, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “It's always a pleasure to serve someone as handsome and confidant as you, sir,” he purred, the flirtation clear in his tone.

Rowan chuckled, leaning back on the stool, placing his elbows on the bar. “You make it should like I did you a favour.”

The reindeer lifted his head coyly, his antlers catching the low light. “Maybe you did,” he replied smoothly, placing a soft hand on Rowan's thigh. But his attention flicked towards the bathroom door where Oliver had dissapeared, a curious look crossing his face. “He's nervous, huh?”

Rowan nodded, taking a deep drink from the beer, before setting it down. “Yeah, he's... not quite used to all this. He's more sensitive, not sure of himself. I confess, I'm not really fully at ease with it all myself!”

The reindeer glanced back up at Rowan, a smile creasing his lips. “Sir? I respectfully disagree. However—“ he pondered, humming quietly and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Sensitive can be sweet,” he offered. “Doesn't hurt to be a little softer with someone like that.”

Rowan smirked, giving the reindeer a side glance. “You're just full of wisdom tonight, huh?”

Before the reindeer could respond, Rowan noted Oliver had been gone for a while. His smile faltered as concern crept in. He leaned over the bar slightly, trying to catch the barman's attention, but his thoughts still lingered on his absent brother.

*

Inside the bathroom, Oliver stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His hands gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white. His heart pounded in his chest, not from the alcohol—he barely felt the buzz—but from the tangled emotions swirling within him. Rowan always made it look so easy, navigating situations with confidence and charm, but Oliver couldn't shake the uncertainty that clung to him closer than his own fur.

As he splashed water on his face, hoping it would cool the warmth in his cheeks, but his thoughts kept pulling him back to Rowan's carefree attitude and how easily he'd accepted the reindeer's advances.

Could I ever be that comfortable?

As he dried his faced with paper towels, the bathroom door creaked open, and the same reindeer stepped inside, the bells jingling musically. He looked around, then his gaze immediately landed on Oliver, and for an uncomfortable moment, neither of them spoke.

Then the reindeer smiled, his voice low and inviting. “You looked like a buck in charge out there, Didn't expect to see you in here by yourself.”

Oliver blinked, caught off-guard by the reindeer's forwardness. “Uh... what?” His words come out clumsy, and his face blushed even more.

The reindeer stepped closer, his posture respectful but confidant. “It's alright, really! You don't need to hide it. If you want something... just ask. We're here to make sure you have a good time.” He reached out, trailing a hand along Oliver's arm, as if he expected the younger buck to respond in turn.

Oliver stiffened, panic flaring in his chest. “We...no, wait, no, I'm not—I mean, you've got the wrong idea!” I'm not like that!”

“Like...what?” Asked the reindeer, as he gently trailed his hand up Owen's arm, then his neck, before slowly tracing down Owen's chest. “Oh? What do you mean? You seemed pretty dominant the other night! The way to carry yourself—it's easy to see why someone might think that of such a handsome young buck like yourself.”

Oliver stiffened, panic flaring in his chest. “No... wait, no, I'm not—I mean, you've got the wrong idea! I'm not like that!” His voice cracked as he tried to pull back, the words tangled in his confusion.

The reindeer's brow furrowed, but he quickly stepped back, raising his hands in a gesture of apology. “Hey, its okay. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said, his tone softening. “I misread your cues, and I'm sorry for that.”

Oliver's breath shuddered, but the tightness in his chest slowly eased. He swallowed hard. “I'm...not like my brother,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I don't have his confidence. I'm more...submissive.”

The reindeer blinked, then tilted his head, the bells on his neck jangling softly. “There's no shame in that,” he said gently, his hand coming up to stroke Oliver's cheek in a comforting gesture. “Some buck's are like that, and that's okay. You don't have to pretend to be something you're not. No one should ever feel pressured.”

Oliver exhaled shakily, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. For a moment, the tension that had knotted up inside him began to ease. “It's just... there's someone I really like. An elk. But I don't know how to even... start.”

The reindeer smiled, understanding now, and placed both hands gently on Oliver's cheeks, his gaze soft. “You'd be surprised. Sometimes, its easier to open up to someone who's not as close. You never know where it might lead.”

Oliver found himself leaning into the touch, a small flicker of courage bubbling up within him. Before he could speak, he felt the reindeer's lips brush softly against his throat, sending a ripple of heat through him.

“Whose this... lucky elk?” the reindeer murmured, his breath warm against Oliver's ear.

“The...” Oliver gasped, feeling the reindeer's fingers slide into his trousers and ever so tenderly caress the warm sheath hidden inside. “Oh...”

“Indeed... now, may I?” Murmured the reindeer, breathing lightly against Oliver's ear. “I don't bite...”

*

When Oliver's loud bleat rang out during an unexpected lapse of conversation and music, the whole bar burst into cheers and celebration.

“Who knew you had it in you, brother?” Rowan grinned and then ordered another beer. “Oh, and another for my brother please...

*

Oliver slumped back against the sink, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The bathroom was well lit, but subdued, and the reindeer's gentle attentions had left him both overwhelmed and exhilarated. He was still trying to process the unfamiliar sensations and emotions from his first experience with being given oral sex.

The reindeer, noticing Oliver's slightly dazed expression, offered a reassuring smile. “You did well,” he said softly, his voice filled with genuine warmth. His bells jingled gently as he adjusted his stance, giving Oliver space to collect himself. “It's okay to feel a bit overwhelmed. It was your first time, after all.”

Oliver looked up, a mix of relief and uncertainty in his eyes. “Yeah... it was. I didn't expect it to be so...intense.”

The reindeer nodded understandingly. “It's completely normal. First times can be a lot to take it. I'm glad you were open to the experience, and thank you, for sharing it with me.”

Oliver took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the reindeer's words. “Thanks for being so...gentle. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” the reindeer smiled, stepping closer but maintaining a respectful distance. “If you're up for it, there's someone else I believe you might like to meet tonight. Only, of course, if you are ready!”

Oliver's curiosity was piqued, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, I'd like that. I'm feeling a bit more self-confidence now, thanks to you.”

The reindeer's smile widened, as he gestured and headed towards the door, looking over his shoulder and giving Oliver a playful wink. “Let's head back out, then. Remember, this evening is about what you enjoy and what makes you feel good.”

With a final encouraging nod, the reindeer led Oliver back to the main bar area, where the promise of new experiences awaited.

*

Oliver, being led by the hand by the reindeer, reentered the lively bar, the sounds of conversation and music washing over them. The reindeer tipped a wink at Rowan, who raised his beer mug in admiration. Carefully, the reindeer guided Oliver towards a more secluded part of the bar, where the tall, imposing elk stood. The elk's broad shoulders and confidant stance made him stand out, and his deep, gentle eyes held a calming presence.

“Hey, I'd like you to meet someone,” the reindeer said, his tone friendly and inviting. “This is Jackson—he's a great friend and knows how to make anyone feel at ease. Of course, providing they behave...you don't want to get on this bucks bad side...”

The elk turned at the sound of his name, his gaze looking at the reindeer, then down at Oliver. “Good evening,” he greeted, his voice deep and soothing. “I hear you've been having quite the night with Dasher, here.”

Oliver's nerves flared again, but he managed a shy smile, his eyes snapping up from the elks groin and a deep blush flooding his cheeks and ears. “Yeah...” he stammered, then swallowed, giving a nervous grin. “it's been a lot to take in.”

The elk's eyes softened with understanding, before he raised an eyebrow. “I can imagine. This place,” he gestured with a large hand, encompassing the entire tavern. “It's a place where our kind can find peace and just... be ourselves. Free of societal constraints and allowed to express ourselves however we wish. Sometimes, it just takes someone who knows how to help you unwind. If you're feeling tense or frustrated, I'd be more than happy to offer some... relief.”

Oliver's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the reindeer for confirmation on what he'd just heard. The reindeer smiled, giving a reassuring nod, indicating the elk's offer wasn't misinterpreted.

“It's all about what you're comfortable with,” the reindeer's smile spread wider, placing a hand g gently on Oliver's shoulder. “If you want, Jackson can help you relax. He's really good at it—_really—_good.”

Oliver took a deep breath, feeling the supportive atmosphere around him. The elk, with an eyebrow raised, and the reindeer, casting a pointed glance at Jackson's sheath before chuckling quietly, made the offer seem even more approachable.

Although overwhelmed, Oliver sensed the kindness in Jackson's offer. “I..I mean, I'd like...” Oliver hesitated, looking down and clasping his hands together.

Tenderly, Jackson placed a large dark furred paw under Oliver's chin, lifting it up and gazing into his eyes. “Speak your heart young one, we do not judge here. You are free to voice what you desire, and if it is within our power, we will grant it.”

“You might think it silly—“ Oliver began, his voice trembling slightly.

Remaining patient, Jackson led Oliver and Dasher to a more secluded area, away from the bustling bar. The space was intimate, designed for comfort and relaxation, away from the hustle and bustle of the main part of the inn.

As they settled in, Jackson's approach was calm and considerate. He took a moment to gauge Oliver's reactions, before ensuring the young buck felt comfortable, before he lifted him up and set him on his lap, facing forwards.

Oliver gasped and his ears turned a brilliant salmon, as he felt his tail pressed firmly against the not-insignificant bulge of the elk's sheath.

“Jackson, go easy on the young one,” Dasher playfully teased. “He's not a reindeer, or a red deer.”

“As I said,” Jackson murmured, reaching up and tenderly massaging Oliver's shoulders. “Let us know, if there's anything specific you want, or need, we're here to make sure our guests are very well cared for.”

Oliver, feeling a mixture of nerves and relief at the gentle massage, began to slowly relax, the tension draining out of him. Just the touch of the elk's fingers, the smell of him—musky and masculine—made Oliver's heart begin to race. His tail began to twitch, and Jackson moved slightly, before leaning forward and lightly tweaking Oliver's ear.

“Do not tease, little buck--” Come the quiet, deep rumble from the elk, before he wrapped his arms around Oliver and pulled him back. “You might find what's to come quite pleasant.”

“I...” Oliver's voice was a sibilant whisper. “I would...”

Dasher rose, giving Oliver a playful grin and a wink before he brushed himself off and wandered back to the bar. With a final, reassuring glance, he left the elk and the quivering whitetail alone, creating a more private space for them.

“Speak little one, tell me what you're denying voice too.” Jackson murmured, his hands moving with practised tenderness as he traced his fingers along Oliver's shoulder blades, the gentle touch easing Oliver's nerves further. He leaned in, his breath warm against Oliver's ears.

“Just relax,” Jackson murmured softly, his voice soothing and calm. “We're in no rush. I want this to be as perfect for you as it can be.”

Oliver giggled nervously, his eyes fluttering as he savoured the sensation of Jackson's lips and hands. The elk's touch was gentle and deliberate, every caress a promise of care and respect. As Jackson explored Oliver's body with a slow, sensual movement, he frequently leaned closer, sniffing Oliver's scent to ensure he was comfortable, his eyes reflecting a deep, genuine affection.

When Oliver fully submit, he turned his head to the side, glancing at Jackson, his face flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. Jackson gazed back, then smiled and tenderly licked Oliver's cheek with his broad, silky smooth tongue, trailing it along his cheek and up the outside of Oliver's ear.

“I would like,” Oliver panted, his tail flagging faster. “For you to be mine... please?”

“As you wish,” Jackson murmured, resuming gently licking Oliver's ear. “I just need a moment to get something...ah, as always, dear Dasher...”

Dasher sauntered over with a saucy and evocative sway of his hips, his bells jingling, as he brought a platter with a bottle. Placing it down on the small table beside the pair, Dasher leaned in, his breath hot and intense against Oliver's twitching ear. “Go easy young one, this elk...well...you'll see soon enough.”

Jackson let out a soft snort of amusement and chuckled, his eyes warm and compassionate. “Dasher? You want me to do to you what I did last Christmas? How I bent you over that table and—”

Dasher gasped, his smile stretching from one ear to the other as he clutched the platter to his chest, his bells jingling merrily, his tail flagging excitedly. “Oh please? You promise?”

With a playful wink, Dasher returned to the bar, leaving Oliver to frown slightly, then raise an eyebrow questioningly as he twisted his head back to look at Jackson, flattening one ear.

Jackson flicked his ears nervously, looking away and scratching the back of his head with a coy expression of shame and guilt. “Well, we'd had quite a bit to drink, and, uh... I nearly broke Dasher. He couldn't walk for days afterwards, and the mess beneath him—let's just say it was impressive.”

As Dasher returned to the bar, Oliver's nervous anticipation slowly began to fade, replaced by a growing excitement. He could feel Jackson's length behind him, pressing firmly against the underside of his tail. Jackson twitched, then leaned forwards, only adding to Oliver's growing arousal at what was to come.

Jackson's deep, soothing voice broke the silence, his breath warm against Oliver's ear. “Shall we, then?”

Oliver nodded, his heart racing. Carefully, he climbed to his quivering hooves, panting in expectation as he suddenly smelt the strong, but pleasant, scent of the lube that Jackson was liberally applying to himself. There come a scruff, scruff, scruff sound, and Oliver realised Jackson was wiping his sticky paws with a hand towel.

“Whenever you're ready—,” Jackson murmured.

Oliver swallowed the lump in his throat, then with a soft, trembling breath, he positioned himself, straddling Jackson's hips with a mix of shyness and care. The elk's powerful, yet gentle hands guided Oliver, helping him into a comfortable position. Oliver panted a few times, hyperventilating, before he eased himself downwards – and with Jackson's careful movements, began to feel the impressive elk's length mount him.

“Just relax,” Jackson murmured softly, his voice a low rumble that sent a comforting shiver down Oliver's spine.

He's so...-so- much bigger than Rowan, I don't know if I can...

Oliver's blush deepened as he eased himself even further downwards, again and again – panting and shuddering, the well-lubed length exploring places inside the young buck, that even his most impressive toys, never ventured. Every twitch, every movement, sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout Oliver's body.

It took twenty minutes, before, to Jackson's surprise, Oliver shuddered and his tail slapped against Jackson's stomach.

“I'm... impressed--” Jackson's voice started to grow deeper and huskier, as he tenderly began to move with subtle motions of his hips.

“It's a... gift,” Oliver moaned, tilting his head back and lifting himself up, taking a few deep breaths, then easing his hips downwards, slightly adjusting the angle and comfort for himself.

As their bodies aligned, Jackson's hands moved in slow, deliberate motions, guiding Oliver's movements. He took his time, savouring each touch and caress, making sure the now sweating young whitetail enjoyed every second of it. The intimacy of their lovemaking was palpable, every movement of Jackson beneath Oliver, only heightened the sensual passion for both of them.

Oliver's breath grew heavier, as Jackson's hands slipped around his flanks, his touch firm yet gentle, as always. The elk's scent overpowered Oliver, who surrendered himself to the masculine and powerful bull elk with a deep convulsive sigh of pure pleasure. The slight friction between them sent waves of sensation never experienced before, surging through Oliver. He moaned and began to pant heavier and heavier, leaning slightly forwards, his body responding eagerly to the elk's increasing strength and power of his thrusts.

Jackson's deep breaths ruffled Oliver's ears, his strong, muscular hands gripping the whitetail's hips. He whispered encouraging words, each one soothing Oliver's nerves and heightening the intensity of their lovemaking for Oliver. With each movement, Jackson showed patience and tenderness, his focus entirely on the young buck straddling his lap.

“Urgh...” Oliver gurgled, his head back so far, it was amazing it didn't topple clean off his neck. “I'm...I'm...close...oh...”

As if by magick, Oliver felt a hot, slick tongue, then he found himself with a Reindeer's nose pressed against his groin. With a loud, shrieking bleat, Oliver's hips began to spasm helplessly. His orgasm surged like pure liquid fire through his overstimulated nerve endings, his semen blasting into the back of Dasher's throat, who smirked and winked up at Jackson.

To say it was intense, would have done it injustice. Even Dasher, his throat rippling, began to widen his eyes in surprise as surge after surge of whitetail semen kept coming. At last, after nearly a minute, Oliver's bleating broke to gurgles and he slumped back against Jackson's chest, panting and sweat-lathered.

“Mmmphh!” Dasher gurgled, his eyes wide and smile even wider, as he stared up at Oliver, shocked and surprised.

“Dasher,” Jackson huffed, as he caressed and stroked the trembling buck in his lap. “It's rude to speak with your muzzle full...”

Dasher's eyes narrowed in a frown, before he swallowed repeatedly and shivered, remaining still and expectant, his tongue pressing Oliver's firm length against the roof of the reindeer's muzzle and keeping it there.

“Urgh...” Oliver wheezed, struggling to breathe, his eyes squeezed shut as the powerful aftershocks of his first true orgasm ravaged his already hyper-stimulated nerves and muscles. “I... never...”

“Oh, I'm not done with you yet young one...” Jackson snickered, then playfully lipped at Jackson's right ear tip. “Dasher? I think he's done, you can stop now.”

Dashers snorted, then carefully lifted his muzzle, licking his lips and sighing. “Now that was an experience...”

Jackson shuddered, then winked conspiratorially at Dasher, whose eyes widened, before his smile spread back across his muzzle.

“Whu?” Oliver wheezed, incoherent and panting, lost in the pleasure and experiences he'd shared.

Awkwardly, Jackson carried Oliver and lay him down on his back on the main table of the bar.

“Little buck, you ready for the best time of your life?” Jackson grinned down at him.

“Table... why am I...oh...OOOOOH - “ Oliver bleated, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he gazed up at Jackson, the imposing elk standing over him with a look of tender yet wild intent.

The soft glow of the lamps danced in Jackson's eyes, and his muscular form seemed larger, more commanding in the low light. For a moment, the room was still, save for the quickening of Oliver's heartbeat, as he looked down his own body, seeing the huge, engorged length of the aroused Elk between his thighs. Oliver's tail began flicking, making a muffled thump, thump, thump against the tabletop.

Jackson's broad, powerful hands moved to Oliver's trembling hips, pulling him swiftly and gently backwards. As Jackson mounted, Oliver's body quivered and his piercing bleats ricocheted off the walls.

“You ready, little buck?” Jackson playfully teased, pulling back and pressing his slick tip against Oliver's sphincter.

Oliver could only nod, before he gripped the edges of the table and let himself relax as best he could, his eyes filled with excitement and awe.

“A little reindeer told me, that this is everything you've dreamed of, isn't it?” Jackson asked, his tone teasing but kind. His fingers traced lightly over Oliver's stomach, sending pulses of pleasure through Oliver's body. “I'm going to make sure its everything you ever wanted.”

Oliver's breath caught in his throat, his body alight with sensation. His legs parted instinctively, welcoming Jackson closer, his body craving the touch and weight of the elk. Jackson moved forward slowly, deliberately, positioning himself, his movements fluid and controlled as he began to sensuously mount Oliver once more. He leaned down, his powerful fingers gripping the edge of the table, his muzzle brushing against Oliver's ear as he whispered softly. “Let me take you to the edge...then push you right off it.”

As Jackson began a strong, powerful thrusting, his hips slapping against Oliver with loud wet slaps, Oliver gasped, not just from Jackson's overwhelming presence and power as he rutted like a feral elk, but from the unexpected warmth of Dasher's muzzle, nuzzling his chest. The reindeer had slipped close, his soft fur brushing Oliver's sweat slick fur, his broad and silky tongue lapping tenderly at Oliver's left nipple, moving up to his throat and collarbone, adding layers of sensation with every lick and slurp. Each stroke of Dasher's tongue heightened the intensity of the almost feral lovemaking, Oliver's bleats breaking to breathless gasps and moans as he was pounded by the strong muscular elk. Each time the elk lunged, Dasher licked, and Oliver helplessly writhed – lost in the passion that overstimulated him.

At the bar, Rowan drank his beer, his smirk spread from one ear to the other, as he heard his brother surrender, before Rowan shook his head and snickered.

“I never thought...” Rowan murmured, as he tapped his beer mug with his hooflets. “Another please...”

For an hour, two, Oliver didn't know. He'd gone over the edge, back again and then over once more – pleasure built beyond his mortal comprehension, as the elk began to pant and his intensity stepped up yet higher. Dasher's quiet giggle filled Oliver's twitching ears, before Dasher pressed his hands against Oliver's shoulders, pushing him back towards the elk.

With a thunderous bellow, Jackson arched his hips forwards and gave his seed to the bleating young buck beneath him. Again and again, the bull elk's length pulsed and throbbed, filling Oliver beyond anything he'd imagined – yet more come, then more – a wet, squelching sound coming from his rump as a growing puddle of cervid semen began to pool beneath the table.

Dasher giggled and twisted himself to watch, before he rose up again and shook his head from side to side. “Uh huh, I'm not cleaning that up...”

With another lunge, Jackson grit his teeth and arched his spine inwards, as his antlered head tilted back and he gave yet another powerful orgasm, his body shuddering and adding to the growing mess beneath the table.

With a final, piercing bleat, Oliver convulsed and passed out, overcome with the pleasure.

“Awww, you broke him...” Dasher giggled, tenderly leaning over Oliver's head and pulling his eyelids open, seeing only the white of his eyes.

With a loud, wet slurp and a splatter of what seemed like a gallon of elk semen splattering to the floor, Jackson dismounted, his ten inch length still twitching and dribbling, as he bowed his head and panted heavily. “Their tab... is on me.”

Dasher blinked, clapping his hands over his muzzle to stifle his surprise.

“As for you...” Jackson wheezed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Dasher.

Dasher's smirk spread past his fingers, almost reaching his ears, a hopeful, playful glint dancing in his eyes.

“You...” Jackson repeated, struggling to draw enough breath, his body exhausted and drenched in sweat and musk.

Dasher's tail flagged even faster, as he adopted the most innocent expression he could muster—eyes wide and doe-like, filled with pleasure and expectation.

“You...” As he stumbled backwards, Jackson gurgled, collapsing into a chair with a heavy sigh, the timber creaking under his weight. “Go get a mop and bucket.”

The bar erupted into laughter as Dasher's exaggerated, crestfallen look deepened. His shoulders slumped, and he sniffled in mock defeat as he clopped off toward the storage room, his bells jingling harmoniously.

END