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Opening Scene

Without missing a beat the rambunctious girl pushes forward, pressing herself tightly up against the front of the slightly taller and very shy buck. His cheeks rapidly heating as she moved in, a dozen different words starting to form at his lips and dying as she closes for the kill.

"Why don't you come over here and take my top off with your teeth, stag." her low tone and honeyed words causing a shiver to shoot down Kyle's spine as he hears them, the sudden romantic undertone of the flickering candles hitting him in the face like a fish. She had planned this. Reflexively he tries to back away from her, to get maneuvering room, to not crowd her space. All it earns him is his back pressed against one of the inner walls of the apartment, and with nowhere to run from his heavy bosomed assailant he barely manages to get out one word in response.

"But-"

"Quite a sight, a big buck like you, backed up into a corner by my short-tailed fluffy butt." the hilarity of the situation's clearly not lost on her as she happily giggles and takes hold of either side of his shirt before continuing to speak, 'I like it when you can't form words, it's very cute. You're very cute and make wonderfully fun noises when you're cornered like this."

Audibly gulping as she begins to undo the buttons on his shirt and run her soft paws along his brown furred stomach and chest; it's really a miracle the poor boy doesn't have a heart attack. Instead he somehow manages to make one whole sentence, "How are we doing this?"

He knows his fate is sealed. He wants it bad, but what's happening goes against everything he was taught as a child, or how he thought these things were supposed to happen. No matter how many times she pulls the rug out from under him, he just hadn't gotten used to it yet. It's not like he didn't go over to be around her specifically because she did these things to him. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her, that she would so easily take away his fear of actually making the first move made him adore this chubby corgi.

Pressing her muzzle into his chest and breathing deeply against him as she naughtily gazes up, "Silly buck, I'm going to drain your balls. Duh.' an answer that to his dismay didn't actually manage to answer anything.

A much more clear answered followed a moment later via body language as she dropped to her knees in front of him, resting somewhat on a pile of possibly, but unlikely, clean clothes. It only took a few more quick breaths from the big deer before her deft hands had his belt undone and had pulled his jeans down around his ankles. Managing a sheepish smile as he looked down at her, his body basically freezing up, Kyle just stood there and watched her do as she wanted with him.

Her small feminine hands move carefully, but with a purpose, quickly pulling free his semi-soft manhood and wrapping her fingers around it gently, without missing a beat Delwyn tormented him from her position of power, "You wanted it in my mouth right? I thought that was your favorite."

Kyle's inability to respond in any meaningful way really was very much the icing on the cake for her and without another second of hesitation she stuck her tongue out and began licking at his cockhead like a lollipop. Rolling her tongue around the soft flesh as she gets comfortable down on the floor, gripping his shaft gently as she gets properly arranged and chattering between the occasional saliva soaked pass.

"You're not going to be able to stand when I'm done with you-" she starts saying before purposefully cutting herself off by fully wrapping her mouth around the bucks manhood. Bold green eyes staring up at him with a look of pure brattish joy, daring him to do so much as move, a dare he doesn't dare take her up on.

As her mouth works it's way up, pushing him further and further him further and further towards going down her throat he hardens rapidly and the corgis paws move to his hips, holding him steady in front of her to use somewhat as leverage. After a few choking wet, saliva soaked, head bobs the ground bound bitch opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out. Using her grip on his hips to scoot her large, pink pantied, orange rump back away from him ever so slightly before rebounding her head forward, taking the buck to the hilt as she noisily gacks on his meat.

Locking him in place with her hands, and basically shutting his brain down with her mouth, Delwyn seems quite content with the situation. Each and every sloppy thrust coats his length, tongue rolling about as she laps up excess spit from time to time. For what it's worth, Kyle doesn't budge an inch, the sudden warmth and wet tightness of her throat throws him for a loop, only made loopier for the rapidity of action she seems to be wanting to keep.

Working his own saliva back into his mouth to speak the boy finally gives an audible response to her rapid and aggressive oral affection, a low volume and low toned dragged out "Holy fuck." All the while his own eyes flutter from the sudden rush of pleasure and hormones that flood his system.

Over and over her head bobs, like a cars shocks going over a slew of speed bumps, with no amount of trying to clean up her salivating mess amounting to her quickly starting to dribble down onto her tank top, warm wetness seeping between her breasts as she does so. Each passive movement of dragging his rapidly soaked tip over her tongue she seems to be focused on one thing and one thing only, making him cum as fast as possible.

Every ounce of warm pressure just makes Kyle more drunken on her touch, and after a few more minutes he finally relaxes into the motions of her self induced facefuck and without thinking takes a grip on the back of her head, pushing her down until the chubby girls tongue presses against his balls. It earns him a surprised emerald eyed stare, along side a loud feminine gagged off surprise.

As she pulls off and catches her breath Delwyn swallows some of the excess juices in her mouth and brings up what he did, "I never thought you'd ever grab my head. That's a new improvement."

The comment causes the shy boys face to run redder than she had ever seen before as he starts to apologize before she pinches his butt harshly, "Do it again, I want you to cum down my throat. If you like it, I love it."

Done with talking she fills her mouth again, purposefully not going as deep as she had before to lure him into action. Teasing almost all of his member with her mouth and tongue really does the trick quite quickly, and she can see it in his eyes when the moment comes. His clear silent argument in his own head about what he did being wrong loses out to the trickle of her drool off his balls.

Just like that his hands grab at the back of her head, his large hands grasping at her skull like a drowning man for holding onto driftwood. Pressing her bright orange hair down against her scalp as he takes control, shoving her mouth down like she wanted him to. Between her gagging, choking, tongue sliding back and forth action, and her eyes looking up at him, almost wanting mercy but clearly not stopping him, it doesn't take too long for the freed stag to push himself over the edge.

The sudden increase in speed tells Delwyn all she needs to know, and the sudden throbbing pump of his cumming cock against her tongue confirms it for certain. Pressing her head down as hard as he can, absolutely stuffing the chubby dog down on it as he throatpies her on the messy living room floor. She's held down for a few moments, all the while happily swallowing every drop that he gives her. Never even getting to taste it.

It's as she pulls her hands away from him to try and clean her own drool off of the shirt that her words from earlier matter again, unsupported against the wall after finishing so hard Kyle topples sideways, landing on another certainly mostly unclean pile of shirts he had made earlier as his deep breaths slow and his senses seem to be returning.

"I told you." she quips, swallowing spit mixed with a small amount of his juices that had pooled in her mouth. "Works every time."