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Awakening

Chapter Four

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

20th June, 2019

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Peter is patient with me, he senses my confusion, my apprehension. He waits for me, as my mind conjures image after image after image, faster and faster, until it feels like my mind will surely explode. Whimpering, I'm forced to put my paws to my temples, begging the unrelenting whirlwind to stop, to give me a moments reprieve from its onslaught.

Sensing my growing discomfort, he takes my paws away from my head, then gently holds them, gazing into my eyes with a look of love and compassion.

“Penny, please love, if it is confusing you, then let it go honey. Trust me, I will never do anything to harm you, not now, not ever. Here, let me help – you're scared, I know that – I can see it in how you tremble so. Now, just, relax little one. Deep breaths, that's it..."

I feel calmed by his compassion, as he slides his hands down, gripping my own, before I feel the blunt hooflets tap against something. Gazing down, I see his penis – semi erect and rising rapidly to full tumescence. He is – large – larger than I was expecting, but I know myself – I believe in myself, my mind tells me. I am not a fragile little fawn. I am fully grown, willing, receptive and able – but still a virgin, still uncertain of my own capabilities and body...but I am quick to learn...and eager.

My fingers timidly slide around his length, gripping it gently, as I look down, then something impels me to begin a sensual stroking. My fingers trail from too to stem. My hooflets dancing over his flared penile head, then back again. I hear his breath catch in his throat and this interests and pleases me – as I discover it pleases him.

“Oh, you feel...amazing my love - “ Peter grunts.

Then I frown and look down as a clear liquid dribbles from the narrow slit at the end of his penis. My mind does not know what it is, it is – sticky and slippery, almost a contradiction of itself, but I sense it is of no threat.

My master places his hands on the back of my head, and I flick my ears forwards, before he gently pushes my deer-like head downwards. Accessing memories not my own, I understand what he desires, and quickly flatten my taur body as best I can. Leaning forwards, my upper body comes lower, and holding his penis, I experimentally give the tip a lick with my soft tongue.

I taste the liquid, I taste him – and this further bonds me to him, for to know someone, intimately, is the best way to bond them. My taste buds do not know what this liquid is, it is – partially sweet and partially sour. Opening my muzzle, I use my tongue to lick his penile head clean, feeling him tremble and groan.

Without warning, Peter suddenly grips the back of my head and shoves it forwards – his penis is thrust past my lips and into my muzzle, almost to the back of my throat! Instinct takes my mind, my control erased, as memories instruct me on what I need to do.

Forming a tight seal with my lips, my tongue swirling the growing saliva in my muzzle, I begin suckling my masters firm, impressive length with deep convulsive swallows from my throat.

“F...." He stammers, his body shaking from toes to hairline. “Fu...fuck...Penny..."

I'm confused, it sounds like he's angry, but he's – also aroused and pleasured. I continue, carefully twisting my head left and right. I ensure I have a good covering of my sticky saliva all over his penis. My tongue swirls then curls over it, gripping just behind the head as I start suckling with eager slurps. My wedge like tail is raised, flagging back and forth in pleasure, as I place my paws on my master's chest.

“I'm...oh my..." Peter gurgles and shakes. “I never..."

Frowning, my senses detect another scent, one I've never smelt in my life – seconds before his penis flicks and pulses – a hot, salty and sticky liquid spurts in six strong pulses. It sticks to the inside of my muzzle, soaking my tongue and mingling with my saliva.

He just come inside of my muzzle – my mind tells me. Swallow it doe, every little drop, it won't hurt you – you know that.

I begin swallowing, the taste is – not too unpleasant, just – a little frightening, as I've never experienced this before. Drawing on the memories of what I was imprinted with, I do as it instructs. Soon, I've swallowed as much as I can. Some still clinging to the back of my muzzle, where my tongue can not easily remove it. I use my tongue to clean my beloved masters length, feeling it start to shrink and when he releases me, I lift my head up a tiny amount, gazing at him with a look of love and trust, through my long, dark eyelashes.

“My...Penny, I never imagined...I'm...gods, I'm so – sorry!" Peter stammers, gently stroking my ears.

“Mas - “ I begin ,then give a weak cough, unable to help it. “Did I please you?"

“Yes, oh gods yes, my dear, sweet, young doe! It was – incredible, your tongue is so soft, the way you moved your head..."

I absorbed all this, the feeling of warmth spreading through me, as I knew he was happy and I'd pleased him, which in turn, pleased me. I wondered if there was something else I could have done, to please him more.

I learned from this experience, my first time at using my muzzle to pleasure my master, so it was in a way, learning for us both. I would try this again, if he was willing. For the moment, as his penis wilted and dribbled a few drops of semen onto the floor, I remained kneeling and submissive. awaiting my masters request.

He stood, pale and shaking, his mind must be overwhelmed by the pleasure I had brought him. His scent reeked of sweat, or relief and pleasure. His scent was pleasing to my mind, as it made me realise above all else – he was happy and even delighted with my performance.

I was lost in my own mind again, before I felt his hands on my hips, one hand gripping my tail tightly. With a soft moan, I twisted myself around, at least my upper body and could just see him kneeling behind me.

“I want to do something for you – and to you." He spoke.

I hadn't even seen or heard him move – so lost was I in my thoughts. As I continued watching, he leaned forwards, then I gasped as I felt his lips press against my labial folds. Just the slightest touch, sent shocks along my spine. He kissed me again, then again, before fingers splayed over my labia and gently pulled it apart – his tongue flickering and tasting my pale depths.

“I - “ I stammered, my tongue turning to wood in my muzzle, eyes wide.

“Shush little one, just – enjoy it." He growled quietly, then leaned forwards again.

More kisses. His tongue sliding in and out of my folds. I gasped as his tongue found a sensitive spot, my mind telling me it was the clitoris of the doe's body. Rational thought was washed from my young mind in the pleasure he bestowed upon me. His tongue flickered over that sensitive nub. Pleasure built on pleasure built on pleasure – I couldn't think, I couldn't act – all I could do was be washed away in this relentless tide.

He mumbled something, even my hyper-sensitive hearing couldn't hear. His tongue tickled my clitoris for twenty minutes, before he smiled and I gasped, feeling as he slid a finger into my young body. Instinctively, muscles squeezed and clenched, as he stroked my back with his free hand – allowing my tail to flag wildly.

“You like this, don't you little one?" He whispered at me, as another finger joined the first – spreading apart and widening my vulva as it'd never been stretched before.

A low, gasping moan was all I could manage in response. His knuckles pinched and rubbed against my clitoris, is fingers sought the depths within me, as I squirmed and quivered, natural lubrication soon soaking my vulva. His fingers continued to stretch, to tease and to tickle, as he smiled and kissed me on the rump, standing up.

“Urk - “ I gasped, my tongue tangled in my muzzle and unable to pronounce words.

“Good girl, nice and wet for me – that's it..." He chuckled, stroking my rump.

I suddenly felt something pushed against my labia. I was a second in realising, it was his penis – before it slid into my vaginal passage, just the penile head, and he grunted in surprise at how warm and slippery it was.

I had the urge to push back, to take him completely, but I felt the ache in my loins. I realised he was not as long as a feral Buck – not even close!This memory come from some dark part of my mind, but at nearly six and a half inches and about three wide – he was thicker than a stag, and was allowing my body time to prepare.

“Oh god, Penny...it's...like you're in heat – you're so...so..." His words garbled,

As he grunted and pushed forwards eagerly, sliding his entire length into my body, I gasped and shuddered. He ruptured my hymen in one thrust as he mounted me, and I bit my tongue to stop myself from crying out.. He was beyond anything I'd experienced, the feel of his human penis inside my tight, clutching vaginal passage was painful – very painful, as he claimed my maidenhood, as was his right.

Pain soon eased, and he gripped my tail in one hand, down near the base and pulled it up. I whimpered softly, my tail being extremely sensitive, but I understood and timidly lifted my hind hips. He grunted in pleasure and kept a hold on my tail, as I splayed my hind hooves out beneath me, supporting a half-standing, half lying pose.

This pose brought with it both pleasure and pain. Pain, as my tail was sensitive – but pleasure as his angle of mating made him push forwards further than he had previously been.

“Good...good girl..." He panted, gripping my tail tighter, unmindful, or more likely, forgetful.

He began thrusting – fully dismounting from me, then plunging back into my folds again and again, his hips meeting mine with a wet slap. Wet, partially, as when he claimed my maidenhood, the blood vessels had been sundered – it was, I was assured, natural. Partially, it was an overabundance of my own natural bodies lubrication and fluids, as he began humping against me with a wild, almost feral abandon.

I had no idea mating could be so – pleasurable – imprinted memories told me how to mate – but the actual experiences? I had nothing to draw from. This was, literally and figuratively, my first mating – to anything – and he gripped my tail tight, pulling it upwards, but I ignored the pain from this – as agonising as it was!

My masters pleasure was all that mattered to me, if I had to suffer a little pain from it, I was willing to do so! I'm sure he didn't know how badly it hurt me, it was, after all, our first consummation of our mating bond! A bond that would forever tie me to him – body and soul, I would be his.

As he yanked my tail up, clutching it in his fist, he drive himself hard against me with a loud slap, before he gripped my hips and screamed – his penis throbbing deep within me, as his hot, sticky semen was violently spurted deep into my body. Tears flooded my eyes at the terrible ache in my tail, but the scent from him – of love, compassion and his feral-like mating, I'd forgive him, I could do nothing else...

TO BE CONTINUED....