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The Build Up

The moment the doe caught his scent, she knew what she wanted to do. She'd felt the effects of the river waters before. She'd felt the intense, almost crushing urges, and the relief, the extremes of pleasure when another roe deer who had drunk from the river at the same time finally slipped their tongue between the dripping lips of her nether regions and began to lap soothingly at its interior. But this time around she wasn't going to let those urges consume her. She was going to revel in them. To make them propel her desire to new heights, so that when the stag finally had his way with her it would not simply be memorable, but unforgettable.

She saw him approaching, head raised, nostrils flared, and fix her in his keen vision. With her muzzle still dripping with the river's intoxicating waters, she let loose a tempting bleat. A cry of mateship. Signalling her willingness. Her biological readiness. She watched him getting closer and closer, his manhood already extending, swinging long and lean between his hind legs. The doe's own body was already reacting. Her legs sought to spread out wider. A trickle of urine dribbled from her crotch, scenting the ground with her perfumed arousal. She allowed him to get close enough to press his nose to her nether regions. To sample the source, and know that she was what he wanted. What he needed. What his instincts now craved more than life itself, having caught the scent infused with the rampant hunger that sprang from the Naiad's waters.

He drew back, shaking his head, eyes widening as the intoxicating influence took hold. He staggered slightly, and lurched away, towards the river edge to cool and clear his mind with a few gulps of water. She watched him drinking. She watched as a few gulps turned to more. And more. As he drank with a hunger she knew all too well, and as the swollen member still dangling beneath his body strained and slapped up against his stomach, pre-cum dribbling rather urgently from its suddenly all the more desperately hard, sensitive length.

By the time the stag raised his head again and turned his gaze towards the doe, she could see the fire that burned inside her mirrored in his gaze. He snorted. She huffed back, the air between them filled with the exhaled vapour of their desires. He was waiting for her. Waiting to see her turn. To see her present to him once more. And so, she did. She turned. She raised her tuft of a tail, and shuddered as she looked back behind herself to see his hungry gaze fall upon her nether regions once again.

He needed them more than ever.

He needed her, just as she needed him. And every moment that passed until they could be together at last would be filled with nothing but ever building, ever raging hunger and desire.

Just as the doe had planned.

She gave another bleating cry, and before the stag could attempt to step forward, to mount and claim her, she ran.

He bellowed after her in confusion, in surprise given her prior willingness, but the forest around the doe soon rang with the rumbling thuds of his heavier hoofbeasts behind her. She darted around trees, leapt over bushes and fallen branches. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her loins throbbing, physically aching as instinct begged her to stop running. To give in. To submit. To let this male claim her and fill her. But as much as her body begged her to stop, her mind urged her onward. She knew already that with every passing second, the desire grew. And while the pleasure that surged through her thinking of the moment when finally she would be granted the stag's touch was by no means satisfying, it grew more and more intense the longer she waited and the farther she fled with him in chase.

On a few rare occasions as she ducked around an obstacle or darted in a different direction to try and challenge his pursuit, the doe was even able to catch a glimpse of her prospective mate's fevered chase. The hunger in his eyes. The flaring of his nostrils as he followed her scent as much as sound or sight. The swinging and slapping of his erection against his body as he leapt and bounded across the forest floor. Even when she wasn't watching him though, she could hear him without fail. Not just the rumble of racing hooves in her wake, but the bellows. The frantic cries half commanding, half begging her to stop. He was so confused. He knew she wanted this, every aspect of her biology screamed it. So why was she resisting? Why was she acting as though he was an unworthy mate, when they both knew that he was more than capable of giving her exactly what she required.

The longer the doe spent running though, the less she was able to keep her own mind upon the chase rather than what would follow its conclusion. Her vision was interrupted by momentary flickers of fantasy, her mind distracted as her nether regions' inner muscles clenched, and with a brief spray of arousal she found herself imagining the long, lean length of the stag's member probing deep inside of her. She found herself longing for his weight, pinning her down as his hips delivered a few sharp, mind-bending thrusts followed by a flood of wet heat.

She stumbled. Nearly fell upon an outstretched tree root, so lost was she in her fantasy. The doe ceased running, and turned upon the spot to face the stag as he bolted into view around a large oak. He stared at her. He threw back his head and bellowed dominantly, and in that moment she knew that she couldn't bear to wait any longer. He deserved this. And more importantly, so did she.

Upon legs that were suddenly shaky and weak with anticipation, the doe made her way to a large, fallen tree that lay across the forest floor close by. She scrambled up upon it, with her forelegs at least, but rather than trying to leap over, allowed those limbs to slide down over the other side. The worn bark rubbed against her belly. It supported her, the tips of her hooves both front and back barely brushing the earth below. In a way, she felt almost trapped by how much it restricted her movement. But it was a feeling she revelled in, not feared. A feeling that was intensified greatly as she felt teeth nipping at her flank, hot breath washing out over her nether regions, and then mere moments later, a great weight falling upon her hindquarters.

A strangled bellowing wail escaped the doe as the stag began to straddle her, and before his cock could even brush against the fur upon the backs of her legs a potent spray of pre-orgasmic ejaculate gushed out and drummed to the ground in a shower beneath them. Mere seconds later though, she finally did feel it. A warm heat slipping between her outer lips, but not with the dextrous and teasing exploration of a tongue. With a more insistent pressure as it surged forward, the stag commanding ownership of its member grunting and huffing as he now stood practically upright, leaning over the doe and guiding himself into place.

When he found his mark though and began to press inward, his rigid arousal straining and throbbing even as it pressed into the doe's clutching depths, there was nothing more that the other deer could do. Nothing more she wanted to do, or needed to do. She let loose a long, continuous lowing cry of pleasure as the male's erection pushed inside of her, the relief and simultaneous stimulation so overwhelming that it brought strange streaks of unnatural colours flashing before her eyes. She felt herself clamping down around him. Squeezing, clutching as he lay more of his weight down over her back, grabbing her flanks tightly between his legs as he humped forward with a few sharp, urgent grunts of effort.

They both bellowed when he hilted inside of her, each of them now knowing, or at least suspecting, what was about to happen. They didn't move. Didn't need to move. The flexing of the stag's cock, the convulsing of the doe's pussy, they took care of all of it without any assistance required... except of course for the magical waters of the Naiad's river, which had already long since done its job on not only their libidos, but their minds, and indeed the physiological capacities of their bodies too.

Shuddering, lowing and groaning to themselves and to one another, the two deer were overcome by the forceful fury of their orgasms. The stag's cock began to pour hot rivers of his rich seed deep into the doe, and the doe's ejaculations soaked the male's crotch, dripping liberally off his swollen balls as gush after gush of her squirting ecstasy carried her so far beyond her wildest hopes for what this temptation and teasing of the male would have granted her.

In the depths of the forest, bellowing and shivering against one another, the deer endured not one long and drawn out climax, but countless peaks in almost unbroken succession. Just when the pleasure and the spraying force of their nether regions felt like it was at an end, a fresh surge of sensation and of juices proved them wrong. After a short while cum was leaking out of the doe's pussy as fast as the stag could pour it into her, mingling with her own juices as it rained down upon the earth between them. A little longer and it was beginning to puddle around their hind legs.

Within an hour, brightly hued wild flowers had sprung up from the cum-soaked leaf litter all around the two deer and the log over which the lay as they shuddered and climaxed on and on. Their eyes were heavy, the stag's own head leaning down over the back of the doe's neck. His face and hers were side by side, cheek to cheek as they snorted and grunted in deep, weary affection. Every so often one of them would turn and lick at the muzzle of the other, and every now and then the doe would shake her hips, or the stag would buck his, and for a moment their eyes would bulge as they bellowed loudly once again. Before long though their eyes would close once more, and they would simply lie together stretched out over that log. Letting their pleasures mingle and flow together as one. Letting these orgasms run their course, and experiencing every motion, every touch, every last bit of one another all the while.

It was no wonder the doe had been compelled to make the stag wait. They had needed time, even if they hadn't known it, to prepare themselves for all this.

Not just for the pleasure, but for the other feelings which also sprang from this ongoing, all consuming orgasmic rapture in which they were locked together. Feelings that did not belong to them as wild animals, but now, as children of the Naiad's blessing, were suddenly burning like wildfire within their bodies.

No longer did they simply need the other deer against whom they were so tenderly and blissfully pressed. They might not have fully understood it yet, but whatever it meant... they loved them, too.

By Jeeves