Their Forest [Commission]
Story by rand0m on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
A commission for :iconadamnemo42:
It takes place in the same universe as A Princess' Paramour and can be read separately, but reading the first one will give you a bit of a background...
Daphne took another deep breath, her black nose flaring as a smile lit up her muzzle. Some thought of the forest air as a bit stagnant, but to her the scent of both living greenery and the rich brown carped of dry and decomposing leaves was invigorating in ways she couldn't describe. This some part of her seemed to insist is home.
The doe couldn't help but giggle at the idea. Her home, as was the case with most of her kind, was made of pristine masonry, its floors covered in polished tiles or lush carpets, its halls scented with flowers or incense and every now and again an appetizing smell wafting from the kitchens. And servants everywhere, of course, working busily or waiting for her command. And her father was there, naturally. The doe couldn't help but snort at what the Baron would think of her latest excursion. Nothing good, of course. He'd expressed his disdain quite clearly for those forest getaways he'd found out about.
“Frivolous." She spoke to the trees around her, letting her voice drop and a bitter sternness creep in. “Irresponsible, childish, a waste of time… dangerous!" she finished, some genuine bitterness creeping into the last word. She supposed she could understand his concern. She was, after all, his heir, his first-born child…
…and his last.
Daphne's mother had died when she was still a little fawn, and after he lost her, her father seemed obsessed about her safety. She remembered her mother had always been delicate. A frail heart, she'd latter learned. There were days when a little Daphne would trot up to her bed and ask her to go out and play, but her mother would excuse herself, explaining to her child she was feeling under the weather. The fawn hadn't thought much of it, because her mother always got better. Until that one day when she didn't.
As hard as her father was, she knew he'd loved her deeply. He'd never even considered another mate after her, and while Daphne had never told him this, she hoped he would. She'd never caught her sire smiling after her mother had left them. Even during her childhood he'd been stern-faced most of the time, but whenever mother smiled he did too, as if her good nature infected him. If he were to meet another doe who could make him smile like that he might ease the strangle-hold he had on her life.
And if he had children with her, Daphne would be all too happy to step aside and let someone else be his successor. It was a guilty little thought, but an honest one. The doe was well aware of the duty that came with her supposedly divine lineage, as distant as it may be. And she did enjoy the study of magic, and didn't mind the obligation to use it for the betterment of not only her kind but the human subjects that made up the vast majority of the barony.
It was reigning that she dreaded. She saw no appeal in ruling over others, especially the way her father did – demanding, unyielding and when circumstances called for it unflinchingly stern. She thought sometimes that she might change things around as Baroness, but also feared that the position of power and responsibility might make her more like her father.
The thought was as unsettling as always, but with a quick shake of her slender body and a flick of her tail she brushed it off. These stolen moments were too precious to taint with worry about the future. Her father didn't approve to say the least, thinking it was both a waste of time and not befitting of one of her station. But Daphne had always been keen to study, and she'd learned that her kind had started off in sylvan settings such as this one.
They'd ruled forests long before they ruled nations, and humans had started off worshiping them rather than serving them. And deep in the woods as she was now, she could almost imagine herself as one of those does from the dawn of history – mysterious, proud and completely free. The whole forest would be her home, and her meals would be what nature provided, rather than what the kitchen staff served. Every now and again the doe would bend her long neck to pluck a succulent-looking leaf or a ripe berry straight from the vine or bush it grew on! Something unthinkably uncouth for a lady who'd been fed by an attendant ever since she'd left her mother's teat.
Just the thought of that taboo brought her mind to another one. Whoever had written that historical account had mentioned that worship of her kind had largely been a matter of primitive fertility rites, but had been too prudish to go into any more detail. But Daphne was at that age when her imagination was very much up to the task of filling in the gaps, and she knew what 'fertility rites' were a euphemism for.
Unthinkable! Humans and her own kind mixing like… that? Did those long-ago human females really let a stag mount them? And what about the does and human males? The thought was enough to make the tips of her ears blush, and on instinct Daphne flicked them a few times to hide her reaction to the images that thought had conjured up. Imagine doing something like that with a person raised to see you as a sort of goddess!
“On this, the night of the spring equinox, I will allow you – the strongest male of your tribe – to mate with me and thus ensure a bountiful harvest." She spoke in front of no one, throwing her chest out and tilting her head to what she assumed would be both an alluring and awe-inspiring angle. Her posture held for a few more seconds before she scrunched her neck up and started quietly giggling. Daphne, what on earth would you do with a human worshiper, let alone a devout one? She thought to herself as she continued her stroll…
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The water that Isaac splashed over himself was cold, but no longer freezing, a sure sign that spring would be giving way to summer soon and that the little forest stream was no longer carrying the snow-melt from the mountains to the west. Well, made it another winter he thought, feeling relief that his hard-won stores had lasted enough to see him through the cold days. Once his morning ablutions were done with, he filled two skins full and slung them over one shoulder, walking what was little more than a game trail towards his 'home'.
The sight of the hut that could (if one was in a generous mood) be called a cabin filled him both with pride and a sense of failure. It was a fairly well-built dwelling – saplings driven into the ground provided a framework for walls made up of other young trees or large branches of the older ones, walls that after that first terrible winter he'd carefully padded out with the yellow clay-like earth he'd been lucky to find nearby. There were no longer gaps for the biting wind to blow through, and they were thick enough that a fire-pit in the center could warm the one-room abode well enough.
He was proud of what he'd built, but felt uneasy because this was never supposed to be an abode. Merely a bolt-hole. He didn't really have a plan when he came to the forest, nor had he been in the right frame of mind to come up with one. Running away had been important, not getting somewhere specific.
He wasn't sure what became of his old family home, but when he did leave the forest, he knew that he wouldn't be going back there. He had fond memories of growing up in the cozy little cottage, but the place had lost its warmth along with his mother. The years that followed were grim but bearable, but after his father's death…
Murder. Mother died, but your father was killed for all to see.
The thought crept back, a goad to keep his grief fresh. Sometimes he almost forgot the distinction, or he succumbed to the temptation to believe his death had truly been lawful. The things he'd been accused of… they couldn't have all been true. Even with the way his father became after losing his wife…
The trial had been a short thing, a parade of witnesses and what had seemed like credible evidence. His father had put little effort into defending himself, something that the creature judging him interpreted as spite but that Isaac recognized as the behavior of a man who no longer had anything to live for and who was courting the noose. And that thought only darkened his mood further.
He hadn't been a child the day his father was hanged, but he hadn't been a grown man either. True, the loss of his beloved wife would tear at a man's heart, but would it be enough for him to forget he has a son? Either way, had he been judged by a human Isaac was sure he'd still be alive today. Instead he was sent to the gallows by an antlered devil who'd viewed him as a member of a lesser species and who'd put him down like one would a rabid dog.
Even after the sentencing he still couldn't believe what was to happen until the floor dropped out from under the man who used to carry him around on his shoulders and he lost the last family he had. He bolted from the village square, running wildly as his legs took him to the edge of the forest and then deeper into it. There was no reason behind it, he just ran until he dropped, terrified that the Baron's men would come after him. He could never explain where that notion had come from, but the fear had stuck with him, keeping him in the sheltering woods.
The sound of water coming to a rolling boil brought his mind back to where he was, rather than why. He dropped a handful of bright-green pine needles and took his only iron pot off the fire to let the tea brew. They were getting a little bitter this late in the spring, but the nettles were coming along nicely and would prove a nice change. He'd known a lot about woodcraft since his family farm was on the edge of the forest, and foraging was a good way of putting some extra food on the table. He'd learned much more during his self-imposed exile, but the idea had always been that he'd move on, find some land where the Baron couldn't reach and start a new life. After the tea restores the warmth that the cold bath had leeched from him, Isaac got up and went off into the forest to inspect his traps. He would leave this place someday, but for now he had to live this life as best he could.
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“Oooff! What on… who would have the gall to set a trap in this forest?" Daphne wondered out loud as her left hoof was snagged in a noose, a bent sapling straightening up in an instant and pulling her roughly until the limb was hanging near her muzzle. It wasn't even a proper rope snaring her, but rather vines woven skillfully enough that they didn't snap when they snagged something she suspected was bigger than the trap's intended prey.
“What the hell are you doing in one of my rabbit snares, you stupid thing?" a voice came from behind her, shocking the doe and making her twist her neck to see who had the audacity to address her in such a way.
The shock and the rudeness of the question had left her speechless, and the sight of the figure standing behind her did little to help her get her words back. She thought for a moment that she might have settled down and dozed off at some point in her walk, since the figure standing in front of her looked remarkably like her fantasies about primitive, tribal humans.
He wasn't as sun-browned as a field worker, but something about the shade of his exposed skin hinted that for this man the canopy of the forest was as close to indoors as he went. He looked a little on the lean side, but she could see the play of muscles clearly under the hairless hide that the humans had, the wide shoulders and firm limbs giving the impression of a man who was often hungry but never starving.
“Hmm. Awfully docile considering I've got you snared. And will you look at that fur! Prim, pampered… you could pass for the Baron's own spawn…" the man continued speaking, but didn't seem to expect a response from his stunned captive.
He thinks I'm a feral doe!
The thought finally settled into Daphne's mind and explained away the shocking callousness and irreverence with which he treated her. Her first instinct was to correct him. Daphne had never been one to stand on protocol and felt uncomfortable whenever humans bowed or knelt before her, but she had never been disrespected like this. But her second instinct stopped her just before she spoke up. There was something about the way this human had spat out her father's title that alarmed her, while being referred to as 'spawn' was so outrageous that it hadn't even properly sunk in.
What if this one was some sort of outlaw, a dangerous criminal hiding away from society? It might not be the best idea to let someone like that know they've captured the daughter of the ruler he clearly despised. He certainly looked dangerous. Her eyes had spotted a knife at his hip, a well-worn thing but one that looked sharp enough to shave with. And it did seem to be the case, since the stubby growth on the man's face didn't look like the work of someone who had the luxury of a straight-razor. Wispy too… she realized, figuring that the male was younger than his rough appearance suggested.
That notion made the doe reexamine his body, her eyes lingering a little on the muscles not covered by his vest and pants. Buckskin, she realized, but it didn't repulse her. After all, there was a world of difference between her kind and the feral deer of the forest, too much for her to view them as any sort of kin. But it did make her think that a feral deer might be no more safe from this man than a baronial heiress would be.
Isaac approached the seemingly stunned animal, but his hand stayed away from his knife. The doe was dumb enough to step into a snare but lucky enough that she did so at the worst possible time for him. He'd spent almost all of his salt for the stores that had seen him through the winter, and the spring air was still to humid and the weather too prone to raining for him to risk drying the meat without first curing it.
Which was why he'd set a small snare, one to catch either a rabbit or woodland fowl. He knew he'd have to set the doe free, as much as it went against his instincts to lose a catch of any kind. And she really did look prim. If he didn't know any better he'd swear her coat was brushed, maybe even washed considering that the white parts of her fur almost shone and she didn't really smell like a wild animal. It was an absurd notion, of course. The Baron's own daughter out in the woods without so much as a servant, let alone an armed guard?
As he approached her he caught sight of the doe's tail, still flagged up after the shock of being snared and seeing him. His eyes drifted a little to what that raised tail revealed, and once they did he found himself unable to drag his eyes away. The part of the doe that fur didn't cover were a pale pink but still stood out amid the sea of snow-white fluff. His hand moved on its own, guided by both curiosity and more loneliness than the young man would care to admit to, his calloused fingers tracing a path along the strip of pristine pink skin.
Daphne was still trying out to think of a prudent course of action when the touch against her privates derailed any attempt at formulating a thought. Anyone who can't bathe themselves is no stranger to feeling someone else touching them back there, but the strange male's caress was different than when Bree did it. Her servant was always methodical and attentive, focused on the task at hand, so to speak. Not to mention that her hands were softer.
But as rough as the surface of the fingers was there was something strangely possessive in the way they were gliding over her skin, something that was making it hard for her to catch her breath. Even though she was trapped and the man had a knife, she wasn't afraid for her life. Magic was her last resort, but a powerful and unsubtle one. Her father kept a close watch on his lands and she was certain that if she summoned up her energies to fight this human, it would not go undetected by him. He would know she'd disobeyed him and went to the forest, and worse yet, he'd have proof that she'd gotten into some sort of danger there, like he'd insisted she would. The young man's touch was an affront to her dignity, but she had dignity to spare, at least when compared to her few, precious freedoms.
The anger his musings had stirred up earlier that morning were still present in Isaac's mind, but something else had the reigns. He'd had little experience with girls before his self-imposed exile and something about the feel of the doe's pink sex against his fingertips, the sight of her quivering rump and that raised tail.
“Probably as close as I'm going to get to one of his kin…"
Daphne's long ears clearly registered the mumbled words, but she couldn't puzzle out what the rustling noises that followed it were. Thinking became harder when she felt a thumb wedge itself in her slit until one of her folds was pulled aside, giving the wild human a glimpse of parts of her that nobody had been privileged to see.
She'd made sure to stare blankly ahead, worried that the young man might spot the glint of intellect in her eyes if their gazes met, but with something nudging up against her bared sex, she could no longer afford to guess what the human was up to. Human male! She corrected herself once she craned her neck and spotted her assailant positioned directly behind her haunches.
Her breath caught in her throat as her whole body tensed, her big brown eyes wide but mercifully not betraying so much as a hint of sapient thought. The reason for that was that the doe couldn't think. She was a virgin, yet was hardly ignorant about mating and the sorts of things that happened between males and females, but all her knowledge concerned partners of the same species! What sort of deviant brute could possibly consider…
“Eeeaaaaaaaahh!" she cried, a bleat that fortunately didn't betray her sentience. She couldn't see what was happening, but she didn't need eyes to know that the human must have pushed the tip of… himself into her.
The sensation was nothing like the quick swipe of a soaped-up finger, which until then had been the most intimate sensation she'd ever felt back there. The human had paused in his merciless penetration and seemed as tense as she was. Whatever the reason behind his hesitation, Daphne was grateful for it. She was unprepared for how intense it would feel for something – no, someone – to stretch her like this, her body struggling to accommodate something that she guessed was thicker than what a buck would have.
Guessing? Who are you lying to out here?
The accusation sprang into her mind, and if her ears could blush any fiercer than they already were, they would have. She'd never intended to watch the feral deer coupling, but several of her walks had taken place during their mating season and… well, they were only wild animals, after all. It's not like they expected privacy.
One thing she remembered about stags was that they didn't hesitate. In fact it was quite the contrary. Her jaw had dropped the first time she'd watched a great antlered beast mount an eager but still shy-looking doe, jabbing wildly with his thin red shaft until he found what he was looking for. She remembered that her tail had dropped down the moment she saw him lunge so hard he bounced the poor female's rear off the ground, and the rutting had consisted of only a few similarly brutal thrusts until the stag dismounted the freshly (and very obviously) bred doe.
If there had been any minute part of her mind that was curious about what mating would be like with a feral stag, it was silenced after watching that. Fortunately for her, the feral deer showed no interest in her. As much as she might look like them, she behaved nothing like them, which was enough to make them weary and suspicious of her.
She heard her assailant groan as he pushed a little deeper into her until she felt a slight twinge and he stopped. It felt like he'd pushed as deep as she could take, but even in her flustered state it seemed impossible to the doe. A male of her species would have something quite similar to what the feral stags had (although she hoped they knew a kinder and gentler way to use it) and she remembered the shafts of the wild deer were very, very long.
What human males had between their legs was a complete mystery, and as such Daphne's imagination was frantically trying to conjure up an image based on her sensations. Her sex was still struggling to relax itself around the invader, so she knew it was thick. Alarmingly so, no doubt as thick around as the human's wrist! The length was still anyone's guess, but since she couldn't feel his body against her behind she assumed there was more of it still waiting to be pushed into her quivering femininity.
Isaac knew what was impeding his way, but was surprised to feel it. The doe looked somewhat young, but clearly fully grown, not something that a rutting stag would have passed by. The Lady must be saving herself… he thought, and with her unnaturally well-groomed appearance, it seemed to fit. It helped the strange fantasy take root – that this was the Baron's own daughter, another monster in the making.
The idea stirred something dark inside him, something that had never really surfaced because he'd never imagined he'd be in a position to hurt the beast that had hurt him. His hand gripped the Doe's flagged tail while the other one hooked under her hips, holding her steady as he bucked his hips and tore past her maidenhead.
Daphne let out a shuddering gasp as the human's thrust brought a short stab of pain. And on the heels of that pain came the realization why it had seemed that the male had bottomed out so fast. She tried to cope with the realization that she'd just lost her virginity like this, when a new though somehow wormed its way inside her frazzled brain. You didn't lose it, he took it! It was an idea that should have incensed her, but rage and indignation weren't why she was struggling for breath.
There was something about the way he'd hooked his arm under her rear-end, the feel of that strong hand brushing against the subtle furless bump that was her udder and the possessive grip he had on her tail. The tail, she realized, that she'd kept up the whole time! Her burning ears folded back at that thought, since it was one of the first things that fawns learned. And she always did keep it folded down when in public, as was only proper.
But there had never been any reason to be mindful of such things in the woods. After all, there was nobody else her with a notion of modesty, so why should she bother? She'd just let her tail do whatever it wanted, and unfortunately this time it had chosen to remain scandalously up. She wasn't sure if it had mattered. After all, humans didn't have tails, so why should that part of body language have any significance to them?
But then again, they did have clothes, more of them than the token bits of silk and lace her kind and other nobles occasionally wore. They had clothes that did what tails did for her people – hiding parts of them that weren't supposed to be seen by just anyone. In that regard, she supposed that what she'd done might have been the equivalent of a human woman lifting her skirt…
Ow!And would he have been as brutish with a human girl as he was being with me?
He was being rough, but as the pain of her torn maidenhead receded she found that the human's rutting was getting easier to bear. She knew he was fully inside her when she felt his body press against her rump, and the knowledge was more thrilling than she'd care to admit. She didn't think he was as long as a stag, but she was sure he was thicker. Her body had adjusted to the girthy member, but she could feel just how tightly the walls of her sex were wrapped around the strange shaft, her sensitive insides clearly feeling every twitch and throb of the hilted maleness.
So, this was mating? she thought to herself, but quickly amended the thought when the young man began to slide out of her. Feeling him force his member into her had been intense, but it had taken him a while to push the whole thing inside her, while withdrawing it happened in one rapid, and exquisitely smooth stroke.
Isaac kept a firm grip on the doe despite the fact that she didn't seem to be in a hurry to get away. He would have expected her to struggle despite the fact that she couldn't escape, since deer were nothing if not skittish. And had he been in a clearer state of mind, he might have wondered why. But the feel of that warm, moist sex caressing his length was overpowering, draining his ability to think as tactile sensations beckoned.
The rage was still there, if for other reason than for the fact that it had been with him since the day he'd seen his father killed. The reasonable part of him knew that this doe was just a simple animal who had nothing to do with that, but he was slipping beyond reason. He pulled his shaft out slowly, watching the fleshy length glisten in the dappled sunlight before bucking his hips and driving himself in to the hilt.
Her bleat when he did so satisfied him more than he could explain, and had he been in full possession of his faculties he might have wondered at the somewhat unusual sounds the doe was making. He repeated the stroke, feeling the muscles in his body tense, his breath quickening as instinct kicked in. Keeping a firm grip on the female's tail while keeping the other arm hooked under her hip he set a brutal pace, pistoning in and out of her increasingly messy sex.
Daphne just stared ahead wide eyed, doing her best to keep the noises leaving her muzzle unintelligible. That, at least was easy. It was thinking that was proving more challenging than expected. Part of her felt indignant, shocked that this almost feral human was daring to violate her to such a way. It was a shock, but not nearly as much as her response to the violation.
She had never given the subject of mating much thought. After all it was part of her life she thought of as her future and the doe had lived her life trying to ignore the duties she knew awaited her as best she could. She knew it felt pleasant, and had idly wondered what it would feel like to have a stag climb her back, to feel his weight on her as she expectantly awaited for him to claim her.
She certainly hadn't imagined this – caught like a dumb animal with a brutish human savagely rutting her slit without any romance or affection. It was raw, bestial, something forced upon her and to her astonishment and shame – something she didn't want to stop! Not that there seemed to be any danger of that happening.
_ _ Truth be told she had no idea how long a human male could keep doing… this! She could feel the force behind every thrust as the young male's hips smacked against her fluffy behind, and her long ears could pick up the increasingly wet sounds of his shaft pistoning in and out of her. And while she could feel the steely length leaking within her as it throbbed, her nose wouldn't allow her to pretend it was only the human's mess back there as it caught the scent of her own musk.
The pain of her deflowering was gone and there was nothing to hide the sensation of that thick shaft rubbing against the velvety walls of her sex. Every stroke seemed to make her more sensitive, her body more receptive as something within her built. Her muzzle was hanging open now, the noises coming from it bizarre and hopefully similar enough to those a feral doe made when she had a stag on her back.
They didn't, of course, but Isaac was too far gone to notice. His anger remained with him as he rutted the doe with all he had, but everything else seemed to melt away. There was no longer any reason behind it, no sense of retribution or loss. It had simply been something that he'd kept bottled up for too long that was taking this opportunity to surface.
It did give him energy, though, and he was sure the doe felt every bit of it. Despite the soft fur covering her behind he could hear the impact of his body smacking into hers, the soft noises she made as he bred her tight slit and the occasional sharp cry when the tip of his member seemed to strike a sensitive spot inside her.
For Daphne, accidently speaking was no longer a risk. The tension that had been building up inside both her mind and body was now maddening, and she doubted she could string together a sentence if her life depended on it. If any feral deer were to see her now, she wondered if they'd still think her an outsider. She could feel her tongue lolling a little past her muzzle, and doubted there was any intelligence to be seen in the deep brown eyes that stared blankly ahead.
The sensation of touch became everything – the hard heat moving around inside her at that savage tempo, the steely grip on her tail and the arm he'd slipped under her haunches, leaving her little hope of escape even if her fore hoof wasn't still hanging from the snare. There was also the sense of smell. The human had smelled clean enough when he came upon her, the dampness of his long hair evidence of a recent bath despite the fact she couldn't pick up the scent of soap. But he was working up a sweat as he pumped her rear, and she could now smell him.
She knew her sense of smell was keener than a human's but she'd never relied on it. As such she couldn't really put to words what her nose told her, but the human behind her smelled much like he acted – strong, young, vigorous… and decidedly masculine. Curiosity made her dare a glance behind her, and the sight of his naked body actually made her sex tighten around his shaft.
His lightly-bronzed sign glistened under a thin layer of sweat, that peculiar but unmistakable sign of human exertion. It was also a lot more of a human male than she'd ever caught sight of. Not that she'd ever tried. The idea of sex between humans and her kind was so unthinkable that she didn't even consider them in a sexual way.
But that was before one had forced himself between her legs. She couldn't help but think of the sight of him as a lewd display. The shine of his skin, the muscles under it flexing and tensing as he rutted her. She'd stared for a little longer than intended, since the man's gaze seemed to be drawn somewhere below her tail. When he'd looked up their eyes had met for a brief flash before she whipped her head away and went back to staring at the woods in front of her.
Her heart was beating wildly, since she was sure that her look had betrayed her. Would he realize that it hadn't been a wild animal staring at him like that? Or would his mind refuse to accept that someone of her station was allowing herself to be taken like this, meekly submitting to such an undignified and savage display?
But his pace didn't slow, nor did anything else lead her to believe he saw her as anything else but a feral, and possibly somewhat dim doe. Her heart didn't slow either, leaving Daphne to wonder if it had been fear that had gripped her, or a thrill she had no business feeling. And once that idea got in her head she no longer had any other. This was a thrill! Being a helpless captive of some wild human, forced to submit to him in a way she wouldn't have been expected to even for her mate. Accepting the savage rutting with nothing but bleats and moans, waiting helplessly until he… for him to…
That thought proved to be her last one. A shuddering cry left her throat as her muzzle lifted on its own, her entire body tensing in a way that caught her completely off guard. She'd known that females climaxed during mating as assuredly as males did, but nothing had prepared her for the force of her first orgasm. Her breathing was ragged, her vision dim, but the sensations coming from between her legs were clearer than ever.
Her walls were clenching and flexing like mad, sometimes tightening just before the male behind her drove in and making the penetration seem even more intense, and sometimes gripping him just as he pulled out, as if desperate to keep him inside. He kept rutting her through it all, pistoning until some of the doe's sapience was restored. Once she could hear something over the pounding of her heart, her long ears picked up the sound of the young man's grunts, her over-sensitive sex clearly registering the twitching of his shaft as his almost violent rhythm became erratic.
His next thrust almost made her hind-hooves leave the ground, bringing to the doe's mind the image of one of the feral deer being bucked up as a stag bred her. A second later she felt something wet and hot inside her, a brief surge that flowed the throb of the shaft now hilted in her femininity. The sensation was so powerful that it took her a moment to realize that it was the male's seed rushing into her still quivering sex. He was breeding her!
Not literally of course, but the knowledge that the male couldn't get her with child did nothing to lessen the impact of what was happening to her. She knew she should have been sickened by this latest indignity and furious at his presumptuousness, but Daphne was sure that if he'd only kept pumping into her a minute or so longer before finishing inside her, the act of taking his seed would have thrown her into another climax.
Isaac had known what an orgasm had felt like, but even using his hand to relive either tension or boredom had not prepared him for this. There had been anger in him, some darkness when he'd started but now he felt… drained. There had been an idea that he was getting revenge on the Baron by taking something precious to him, an idea that was now unpalatable and made him glad that this was just some strange but definitely feral doe.
“Sorry for that girl, but if you'd minded you would have said something…" he said, not expecting a reply, of course. As he pulled out of her he couldn't help but let his eyes linger of the pale-pink lips that now had a slight blush to them after the rough rutting. He remembered what had happened just before he came and couldn't help but wonder if his unwilling partner had enjoyed it as much as he had.
Daphne was still reeling from his last remark, to the point that she almost didn't feel the male's member leave her sex, or the thin drizzle now dripping from her slightly sore folds. It had been a sort of joke, at least to him, but it didn't change the fact that she could have said something. Nor the fact that she definitely didn't mind what had happened.
He came to her side and began to loosen the nose holding her fore hoof up and Daphne couldn't help but take a peek between his legs. She had expected to see something almost scary, and while the sight of the maleness that had claimed her was a thrill, it had felt like so much… more back there.
It was still glistening with the young man's seed, and to her keen nose it almost reeked of their coupling, a pleasant but somehow vulgar scent, and one that reminded her to seek out a stream or pool before returning home. She realized at some point that her errant hoof was touching the ground and that at this point she was openly staring between the male's legs. Behavior unacceptable from someone of her station, and just plain bizarre from a feral doe. A feral doe would have bounded away, and that seemed like a much better idea than meeting the gaze of the man whose privates she'd been looking at a little too closely. Her escape, she felt, was convincingly deer-like, except that a wild doe wouldn't have blushed to the tips of her ears as every bound shook some still warm seed from between her pink folds…
*******
It was, quite clearly, a dream. The scene had that surreal dream-like quality, despite the fact that it was merely a repeat of what she knew had happened. She was just as helpless, although in the fantasy version of events she didn't bother hiding who she was. She was crying out and… well, she'd certainly never speak like that in real life! But despite it all, the male rutting her didn't seem to realize, or perhaps care who she was.
Yes, that had been the thrill of it – she had been his female by right of conquest, and in the dream there had been the idea of a desperate hunt and her failed flight from her pursuer. Altogether a more dramatic spin on her blunder and the young human's confusion. In her dream she'd tried to protect her modesty with her tail, but the man hand yanked it up, refusing to be denied what he thought was his prize. He'd held her roughly, his strong fingers making furrows in her fur as she panted, waiting for the inevitable.
How dare he invade her dreams, after all the liberties he'd taken with her body? And how dare he evaporate from them before… before it was finished? The dream had gone on for long enough to get her frustrated, as evidenced by the tangle of sheets on her spacious bed, but had stopped just short of giving her some relief.
“M'lady, are you well?" came a soft voice, concerned and still a bit drowsy.
“Oh, yes. Sorry Bree, did I wake you?" she replied, turning her head to face her maidservant.
“You were crying out, my lady…"
“Oh! Well I just had a dream… that is a nightmare. Silly thing, now that I think about it, but I suppose it gave me a bit of a fright."
“Ahh. Will you be going back to sleep? Dawn is still a few hours away, but I could light a fire and a few lamps…"
“No, no… I'm sure I'll be fine. No point in either of us losing sleep just because I had a scary dream, is there? I sincerely hope I didn't give you to much of a fright…" Daphne ventured. Some of the things she'd been saying in her dreams had been quite scandalous and she wanted to subtly determine if her cries had been intelligible enough to damn her.
“Not really, m'lady just… alarming. I hope the rest of your sleep is more pleasant…" she said, covering her mistress back up and giving the doe a little bow before retiring to her adjoining room.
As hard to read as ever, but loyal nonetheless… the doe mused. Despite the fact that her servant always kept a proper distance, she couldn't help but think of the human girl as a friend. Quite possibly her only one, if she were to be brutally honest, since her father was not the most hospitable sort and she had few opportunities to socialize with other nobles.
She reported to him, of course, but the few freedoms Daphne still had left were evidence that Bree didn't tell the Baron more than duty demanded. She was barely the Doe's elder, but the human girl was more sensible by far, and sometimes tended to act like her mistress' elder sister, rather than a servant.
And after what had happened in the forest, who could blame her? Although it was hard to puzzle what humans found attractive in a mate, she wasn't blind to the stares that tended to follow the two of them, and doubted she was the target. She had to admit the girl had a pretty face, and she did envy her the pale-blond mane she insisted in keeping bound in a single braid. And then there was the way the bodies of human women changed as they grew into adults.
She definitely didn't envy Bree for having to lug those things around everywhere! The doe was quite happy with an udder that was small enough to go unnoticed, at least until she had a fawn to nurse. But quite a lot of human women seemed to have chests that swelled up for no reason before they've even touched a man!
And she was sure Bree hadn't. Although not cold, she regarded every male that approached her with a discerning eye, that of a person who wanted one mate in her life and intended to choose carefully. Sensible, proper, loyal… what would she have thought if she'd seen her mistress in the forest? Well, it's easy for her! She has those nimble human fingers, and hands that can reach anything they needed to! She'd never listened in on her maid, but with her ears even oaken doors and stone walls were a hindrance rather than a barrier. If she could do… whatever it was that Bree did when she made those noises, she'd probably have the resolve to shoo males away too.
I'll track him down! the doe thought as she settled back on her bed and tried to get back to sleep. I'll find him and I'll…. get some answers!
*******
Divination was, to be blunt, not Daphne's forte. It was the discipline her father excelled in, a fact that had forced her to focus on the study of magic that obscured, rather than revealed. But unlike her, the human male she was after had no wards about him that would impede prying eyes, so her efforts to track him were bearing fruit. The tricky thing was that the spell required an impression, as clear a picture of her quarry as her mind could conjure, and since she'd only met him once she couldn't pick and choose which encounter to focus on. And recalling that wasn't making it any easier to focus.
She had gone on a walk with her maidservant, but had managed to give Bree the slip. Daphne knew the girl would forgive her, as long as she didn't stray for too long. She'd been full of determination when she'd first set out, resolved to clear the matter between her and that savage young man. That resolve had been eroded somewhat by the fact that she was forced to recall the disgraceful scene in as much detail as she was able, but she still pressed on. She would find the human and demand satisfaction, although possibly not in those exact words…
After a while she found herself relying on woodcraft as much as magic. There were paths that showed the tread of human feet as well as hooves and paws, and the part of the forest she was traversing was conspicuously bare of dead trees and fallen branches, a sure sign of someone nearby gathering firewood. Once that idea popped into her mind she raised her ears and swiveled them around until she heard a rustling. It was something big coming through the brush a little further south of her, but doing so quite slowly. She dismissed the lingering spell and trusted her instincts instead. And once she saw the human dragging a huge dry branch about two dozen feet away from her, she knew she'd been right to do so.
“I…" she called out and stopped dead immediately after she did. Suddenly, confronting a potentially desperate man all alone didn't seem like a wise course of action.
He'd turned around at the noise and dropped the branch at the sight of her, but made no other move. After all, she'd hardly spoken at all. That noise could have been mistaken for an animal one, even if the doe striking an anxious yet defiant pose did seem familiar. Daphne shook her head and shook her hesitation off along with it. She didn't come this far only to turn back!
“I… I think I deserve an apology!" she said in a high, steady voice, the words leaving her mouth without consulting her brain. How else could she explain why she'd said something so monumentally stupid? And after all the time she had to think of something, anything better to say! Fortunately, the young man seemed too shocked by the fact that she could speak to fully comprehend how ridiculous her words had been.
Truth be told, Isaac had tried not to think much about his strange encounter with the equally strange doe. It had changed him more than he'd like to admit. He only realized just how much anger and tension he'd been carrying around after the cathartic moment when a good deal of it had drained out of him. The doe had been unharmed, and didn't seem traumatized by what he'd done to her. It all still seemed so surreal. A wild animal should have been mad from fright at the thought of being trapped and approached by a human. She'd been so strangely docile through it all, and there was that one moment when he was sure she'd been more than that.
And now she was demanding an apology.
“Y-you are… who are you?" he stammered out, almost shocked into ironic silence by the fact that the doe in front of him could speak.
“N-never you mind who I am!" Daphne said, remembering the hatred this young man held for her father. “You should have thought of that before you… you may call me Daphne…" she said. A rather sudden contradiction of her previous statement, but she suddenly felt desperate to derail her previous train of thought once color rose to her cheeks. Well, how can I be expected to talk about that with him staring at me?
After the initial shock of hearing what he thought was a feral doe speak, panic followed suit. This doe was without a doubt the one he'd caught in his trap, and what's more she would be close kin, if not the daughter of the beast that hung men for much less. The punishment he would save for someone who harmed someone close to him didn't bear thinking about.
“Don't run!" the doe cried out, and something about her tone rooted Isaac's feet to the ground. It hadn't been commanding, a threat that suggested that he was surrounded with no chance of escape. It had just… sounded like she needed him to stay here.
“What makes you think I was about to run?" he asked, squaring his shoulders and trying to look braver than he felt. Even if this doe wasn't cold and domineering, it did little to change the danger he was now in. But the accurate accusation had stung. He'd ran before, and didn't feel shame at it. He'd been a child then. But he was a man now, and running away was no longer a solution…
“Nothing! I just…" she started, and then abruptly stopped, turning her head to one side and her gaze away from the human.
How dare he get testy with her? And why was she reacting this way to just looking at a human? Her heart had sped up but she knew for a fact she wasn't afraid. She didn't blush when she was, for a start. That thought made her fold her ears back. Fur would hide the color rising to her cheeks, but fine pale hairs along the insides of her ears would betray her blush once it reached that far. This is ridiculous! How can I be expected to talk to him if my body won't behave?
“I'm… I'm sorry…" he said, breaking what tense silence and making the doe turn her head to face him.
“Well… you should be!" she said, still finding it hard to put a proper firmness into her tone, or meet his eyes. Well Daphne, you got the apology that you had so dim-wittedly demanded. Now what? a voice inside her head seemed to ask, and the doe couldn't think of an answer. She had come here for something, for some sort of resolution to what had happened, and an apology just didn't seem to cover it. “Why… why did you do it?" she finally asked, if for no other reason than to avoid another awkward silence. Instead she wound up creating one.
Isaac hadn't given the incident much thought. As enjoyable as it was, it wasn't something he was proud of and not something he'd dwelt on. And now that the doe demanded an answer, he was having a hard time coming up with one. But as he tried to puzzle out what he'd been thinking, he came to the conclusion that he hadn't been. He'd acted on instinct, on need, he'd…
“I… found you attractive…" he said, cringing at the clumsy answer even though he doubted he could come up with a better one.
Daphne's ears flew back up at the comment, despite the fact that the white fuzz covering the insides of the floppy appendages was now distinctly pink as her tips burned. The doe had been complimented on her appearance for as long as she could remember, usually a lot more eloquently than this, and she'd never been at a loss for words when it was her turn to offer a gracious reply. But then, nobody had ever admitted to finding her desirable…
“Well… I hope you don't do… that sort of thing to all the girls you 'find attractive'!" she reprimanded, hoping the young man couldn't spot how her chest was rising and falling.
“I don't… that is I've never…" he said, or rather mumbled, but not quietly enough for the doe's perked and burning ears to pick up.
This was something that she hadn't even considered. In her mind, she'd constructed a version of the young man as some sort of rapacious scoundrel, a despoiler of more maidens that one could count. A man ruled by dark desires who took whatever he coveted, living outside the bounds of both the laws and morals of society! It was quite a shock to learn that the male who'd stolen her virginity had left her with his own…
“Y-you haven't given me your name…" she said, shuffling nervously in place. She'd also spared him a glance and noticed that he had a hard time lifting his eyes to meet hers. All this time she'd been looking away she'd assumed he was leering at her, possibly taking delight in her distress and awkwardness, rather than dealing with his own.
“I'm Isaac. I hope what we did… that is what I… I hope I didn't hurt you." He said, and for a moment Daphne was taken aback by the sound of genuine concern in her voice. It had never occurred to her that the brute who'd ravished her that day had been feeling concerned for her wellbeing.
“No, I'm fine. It was just all a little… frightening." She said, hoping her pause before she found the right word wasn't to telling.
Before you found the right lie, you mean? The little voice in her head accused. Is that what you came here to do? Pretend you were scared by the whole thing and then go back to restless nights, twisted sheets and embarrassing stains on your bedding? it continued, and it was a sobering thought. She'd cried out in her sleep, loud enough to wake Bree. For how long would her maid be willing to pretend those were sounds of terror?
“I… I haven't told anyone. Not even my father…" she said, her voice dying down a little as she uttered that last word.
“Your father. The…"
“Baron, yes." She said meekly. She felt like this admission might make this man hate her by association, and some part of her desperately didn't want him to hate her.
“Why? I mean, why are you keeping my secret?"
“Because… I like – no, I love coming to this forest. When I'm here I can pretend I'm not an heiress, destined for a life of duty. I always feel free and happier than I've been since… well, in a long while. I come here in secret whenever I can manage. My father doesn't approve. He's got this silly idea that I could get into danger…" the doe went on, getting a little irate and making Isaac hesitant to point out that the old stag had been at least somewhat right. “Half the time, I feel like a prisoner, and if he were to find out about this, I would be one in all but name. I want to keep coming here. I need to…"
“Well, the forest is certainly big enough…" Isaac began, suspecting he knew what the doe was trying to say. “We've never even run into each other before, so it should be no trouble to stay out of each other's way…"
“No, that's not what I want!" Daphne cried out, louder than she'd intended. Nor had she intended to take a few steps closer to the human. Why had she gotten so upset at the thought that she'd never see him again? Well, that's good question for later Daphne, but it won't help you now… She needed to think of something good to say, but her brain couldn't oblige her, so she swallowed past the heart beating in her throat and tried to be as honest as she could with both this young man and herself.
“W-what happened between us…" she began, but it was too big a mouthful. Clearing her throat, she continued. “Do… do you think you could catch me again?" she said, trying to phrase it as a playful challenge. She wondered just how good those tiny human ears were, and did they catch the way her voice had trembled as she spoke, and notice how hard she'd tried (and how badly she'd failed) to sound nonchalant?
“I… think I could…" Isaac replied carefully, unsure of what the doe was asking and why.
“Well if you do manage to catch me, or to trap me I feel like… it would be only fair, you know. You'd deserve… me…" she said, flashing an honest smile as the admission brought her some relief, as did the astonished look on the young male's face. “But I'm not going to make it easy for you! So just… keep in mind that I will be coming back to this forest…" she said, and having done so turned around and nimbly bounded away from the still speechless human.
She felt that as a lady she had the right to get the last word in, and apart from that she'd quite exhausted her reserves of resolve and bravery. She was still embarrassed how she'd barely stammered out what she'd wanted to say, but that look on his face! Daphne would never feel completely safe in these woods again and she was looking forward to it! She was well away from him when she realized her tail was up and had been most of if not the whole time. Including when she'd turned her rear towards Isaac before scampering away. Well, that had been unsubtle, but if it doesn't get him laying traps for me, nothing will…
*******
And to think I warned him I wouldn't be easy! Daphne thought to herself, a bit disappointed that she'd fallen for what in retrospect was an obvious trap, one that her forelegs were even now hanging from. But it had been too tempting to pass up! Most of the ferns had opened up and unfurled, and when she'd spotted a few of the fiddlehead shaped tops under the shade of an old oak she couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a little nibble. She'd kept both an eye and an ear out for Isaac, but there had been no sign of the hunter.
Or so she'd thought. The fact that she could even now hear him approaching her from behind made it clear she hadn't been alert enough. Trees! the thought popped into her head, albeit a little too late. Humans could climb them quite well, and the hunter approaching her wasn't likely to be an exception. Just thinking of him like that sent a shiver down the doe's spine, from her shoulders all the way to the tip of her raised tail.
She'd considered lowering it and trying to pretend to be demure and skittish, but she was worried that the human might get second thoughts. She was aware that this wasn't how mating was supposed to work. Apart from the fact that they weren't the same species, she doubted anyone who could understand an attraction that reached beyond those boundaries would still somehow understand why she was getting wet at the thought of being helpless while her human lover takes her.
“Yeah, probably the last of the season. Didn't think you'd pass them up…" she heard a voice from behind her, her hears straightening even as she twisted her neck to get a look at her captor.
He looked less sinister that the first time she'd laid eyes on him, but no less hungry. Happy to see her, too. Daphne had been about to open her mouth to say hello when the young man began taking off his clothes. When he'd first taken her he'd merely unlaced his trousers, but it seemed like this time round he'd be as naked as she was. Hmpf, I was starting to think they wore clothes for everything! she thought to herself, more curious than she'd imagined she'd be to see her admittedly unconventional lover nude. She'd seen Bree whenever her maid joined her in a bath, but this would be her first man…
Her tail twitched a little when Isaac's vest came off, revealing a board, muscular chest and a hard looking stomach. No wonder they wore clothes all the time! she thought as she started shamelessly at the young man. Without them there was something profoundly lewd at all that bare, smooth skin, a notion she couldn't help notice had never occurred to her at the sight of Bree's naked body. Her maidservant had covered for her, although only because she thought her mistress was merely having one of her woodland walks. Bree understood her, probably better than anyone else she knew, and she was loyal, but she was also to sensible to be trusted.
Daphne hadn't dared tell her what had happened that time in the forest, or what she had been hoping would happen this time. Hmm, seems human men also have that strange little patch of hair… she thought idly, although as her eyes settled between the legs of the now completely naked Isaac she'd have to admit it wasn't the tiny patch of fur she was studying. Well, at least if she was sick for taking a delight in this sort of thing, she obviously wasn't the only one!
“Do you want me to untie you?" he asked, and she could tell he was eyeing her up as shamelessly as she was doing to him.
“I'm fine either way. It's comfier than it looks…" she said. It was the truth, and she felt like she wanted Isaac to have the initiative here, but she was secretly hoping he'd leave her like this. She felt thrillingly on display hanging as she did, with her fore-hooves raised until they were level with the top of her head, her slightly splayed hind-legs did a good enough job of bearing her weight while also keeping her at just the right height for… well, for him.
For his part Isaac still couldn't really believe this was happening. Even if the doe even now subtly shaking her tail at him had enjoyed what had been a fairly rough coupling that first time they'd met, he still couldn't quite believe that she was this eager to play along with this little game. And there was no denying she was, a mood that was proving infectious.
The game Daphne had thought up did have some appeal for him, but knowing that she was a real (albeit not exactly human) girl rather than a feral doe definitely made him more eager. It also made him reconsider his earlier approach. His gaze was trained on the pale-pink slit bared before him by the fluffy tail pointing skywards, his eyes catch a glimpse of a tiny, crystal-clear droplet as it fell from the doe's sex to the greenery below.
After deciding she'd stared at Isaac for long enough, especially that one bit, Daphne turned her head forward, trying to still her breathing as anticipation mounted before the human did the same. A shuddering gasp left her throat as he placed his hands on her rump, his touch firm, possessive, but more curious this time round. She could imagine those dexterous fingers making little furrows in her thick, soft coat, wondering if the feeling of her luxurious for was as thrilling for the male as the sensation of his fingertips roaming over her behind were for her.
From the top of her rump they trailed down and behind, her tail quivering as the human's hands left the caramel-brown fur behind in favor of the almost white patch just under it. She felt her whole body tense and her sex quiver as his fingers trailed briefly though delicate white fluff and reached the part of her where fur ended.
Thumbs gently hooked just a little bit between her silken folds before they were slowly but firmly pulled away from each other. She wondered if Isaac was thrilled by what he'd revealed, the sight of parts of her that nobody had ever even glimpsed. She was so excited that she imagined she could feel the warm puffs of his breath against the exposed pink of her inner tunnel.
“HaaAAaaahhh!" the doe cried out when it became clear that she hadn't imagined the human's breath against her sex, but only after she'd felt what must have been his tongue back there.
“Do you want me to stop?"
“N-no!" she quickly stammered out, because the tone of Isaac's voice suggested he would. Instead he just gave her slit another long lick, his tongue teasing along her parted folds and just barely tracing along the soft pink revealed between them.
Daphne hadn't expected this. True, her carnal knowledge was limited to the few times she'd caught wild deer at it, and she did remember the wild stags nosing under a doe's tail just before mounting. But surely that was just the sort of things wild animals did. Or was it? After a few tentative licks, the male behind her seemed to be getting into it, or more to the point deeper into her. Did… did he like the way she tasted back there? It was an interesting question, but not as much as 'Would I like the taste of him?'.
It was Isaac's second ever time of doing what he was doing, and to a somewhat differently built female, but judging by the way Daphne's legs were trembling and the way her tail wad gone stiff, he guessed he was doing something right. Years ago, there had been a traveling troupe of entertainers staying and working at the inn just outside of town and close to where he'd lived with his family. There was a girl among them, several years his elder who'd taken him aside and offered to make him into a man.
He'd been stunned by the blatant offer and had declined it as politely as he knew how, feeling nowhere near ready to make that leap despite the fact that the girl had been quite pretty. She'd been disappointed, but seemed to find the young Isaac's embarrassment endearing enough that she offered to teach him a few things that might serve him well by the time he felt ready for a girl.
Daphne's anatomy was a little different than that young woman's had been, but as he gently ran his tongue over the pale pink folds it seemed to respond the same way. The scent and taste of her was also different, but in a way he couldn't describe. It defied words, but stirred something inside him, along with the whimpers and squeaks the doe was making.
The doe found herself squirming in her little trap, her legs tensing and her tail quivering every time she felt Isaac's tongue against her slit. He was prying her open a little wider, that soft appendage reaching deeper in and finding strangely responsive spots inside her she hadn't even suspected she had. It had never occurred to her that a male could to this to his mate, nor that it could feel so good.
She wondered what effect it had on her human lover. Did the sight of her most intimate depths bared before him stir his passion? Or was it the feel of her muscles trembling under those sensitive human fingers, or even the taste of her nectar on that delving tongue? Whatever it was, this was either doing something for Isaac or he was more of a gentleman than she'd given him credit for.
A description that proved apt when she felt him kiss her nether lips every now and again, brushing his lips against the supple folds and making the doe cry out when he kissed the bottom of her dripping slit. He hadn't missed the sound, and soon Daphne found that strangely sensitive bit of her under the young man's assault.
She'd been teetering on the edge while he'd kissed and licked over the bottom of her sex, amazed that it could be so much more sensitive than the rest of her femininity. She was beginning to think that this sort of play could only take her so far and that she'd never actually achieve release without feeling Isaac inside her, but was proven wrong when her lover pushed his tongue back between her fluttering folds and gently pinched that little spot between a thumb and forefinger. He tweaked it very gently, but it was enough to send the doe over the edge. She could hear herself making strange, high pitched whines, and without a hard length filling it she could feel her sex squirt her juices against her lover's face.
She was still panting, smiling drunkenly as she tried to recover her senses when she felt his grip shift. Turning her head as best she could she saw him standing behind her, one hand on her rump and the other out of sight. She was amazed that Isaac seemed to have no intention of letting her recover, a suspicion that was confirmed when she felt the tip of his shaft kiss her still dripping folds.
He entered her in a single stroke, and even though it was smooth and gentle Daphne still moaned out with what little breath she had, her big brown eyes rolling back in her head. There was no pain this time although he still felt thick enough to make the walls of her sex strain around him. She smiled a little at the fact that she'd first guessed his shaft to be as wide around as his wrist, but the smile was wiped from her muzzle when that same shaft was pulled out, and she found herself letting out a strange cooing noise that she'd never heard anyone or anything make.
There was no resistance as Isaac took her this time, but the doe's walls were still sensitive despite the fact that there had been nothing more than the tip of a man's tongue inside them when she'd climaxed. Every movement of Isaac's length within her was so much more intense, each stroke making her feel like cold water was being splashed on her nethers despite the fact that she could feel the heat of the steely length moving within her.
Isaac groaned as he sheathed himself inside Daphne's quivering depths, realizing how much tonguing her had gotten him worked up only when his hips met the doe's fluffy behind. Part of him wanted nothing more than to get a firm grip on her and pump away until the maddening tension was gone and he felt himself flood that snug cervine passage, but his trapped lover had made some interesting noises on his first few strokes, and he was curious to hear just what sort of noises he could get her to make.
He gripped the base of her tail with one hand, because something about the way the fluffy appendage trembled under his touch told him that Daphne enjoyed that, possibly more than she'd care to admit. There was certainly no need to do it, since she'd kept it raised during the whole time she'd hung from his snare, but he had to admit it was thrilling to have such a convenient thing to grip. His other hand slid along one the doe's thighs, past her rump and along her side. He marveled at how stupid it had been of him to mistake her for a feral deer as his hand brushed across fur that a mink might envy.
Even though she wasn't trying to hide the fact that she could speak this time round, Daphne still found herself tongue-tied, without a single intelligible syllable getting past her open muzzle. She didn't sense the same desperate need driving her lover this time, but his desire was evident with every buck of his hips against her behind. She knew what he looked like now and she could imagine her glistening lips wrapped around the human's shaft, dimpling a little bit when her forced himself as deep within her as he could reach and clinging lovingly to the veiny length when he withdrew.
His touch was also a delight, especially since she could feel his hand trembling just a little as it caressed her through the coat of immaculately groomed fur covering her. It thrilled her to know that the rest of her body excited him as well, especially considering how different it was from a female of his own species. She couldn't help but notice the palm lingering on her chest, and wondered if Isaac was doing it to feel the wild beat of her heart, or if his hand was instinctively lingering in the spot where a human female would have those twin udders of hers. She was trying to puzzle out why those would be of interest to a grown man at all when the hand slid lower and reached the part just below her sternum.
“AaaAaaaahh!" she cried out, her whole body tensing up, including the one part wrapped around her lover.
“Sensitive?" the male behind her asked a tone that would have been confident if she hadn't caught the way his voice had tensed after her sex had done the same.
“Ticklish!" the doe replied, which was the truth. Even when Bree washed that part her hind leg would usually quiver a little. But she'd never had trouble keeping quiet when it was her maid's hand rubbing there.
Isaac moved his hand but made sure not to move it too far. It had been close for a second, and when Daphne's walls had griped him he had to stop or risk going past the point of no return. He wasn't sure if she would have held it against him if he had, especially since he was certain she'd had her fun the moment she'd drenched his face, but he had something in mind for today and embarrassing himself wasn't it.
He doubted the doe was far off, judging by the steady stream of amorous noises coming from that delicate muzzle and the mess dripping on the grass below them. The sight of her with her mouth partly open and those rich brown eyes lidded gave him an idea. He kept up his rhythm, plunging his shaft into the cervine sex in steady, loving thrusts as he gently gripped her chin and turned her head until she was facing him.
Daphne knew what her lover wanted the moment her eyes had met his. She was a little embarrassed at the thought that they'd skipped the first step that a courting couple took together but she wasn't about to let that spoil it. She'd folded her large and by now burning ears back, closed both her eyes and her muzzle and waited.
She felt like her heart had skipped a beat the moment her lips met his, her large black nose twitching and making the doe realize she could both smell and taste herself on Isaac's lips. It proved too insignificant to focus on, since the young man had paused his thrusting only briefly and was now once again pumping his smooth length past her pink folds. It never occurred to her that people could both kiss and mate at the same time, and even though she knew her body would prefer she use her muzzle to get some much needed air, she had no intention of breaking the kiss.
She could feel Isaac's lips parting, and acting on some instinct she gently pushed out the tip of her tongue and flicked it across his. Her lover responded in kind and soon she was moaning into his mouth as their tongues wrestled. In the end it was Isaac who broke the kiss, leaving the doe with her muzzle open and her eyes pleading.
“Are you close?" he asked, and it was only when she tried and failed to utter a response that Daphne realized just how close she really was. The kiss had proved a wonderful distraction, but now that it was over she found other sensations flooding her frazzled mind.
“Mm-hmm…" she replied, feeling it was the best she could do. She still wasn't sure why the human was asking. Was he competitive and intent on finishing only after she did?
If that was his game, Daphne could see no point in winning, nor any hope once Isaac's thrusts sped up. His strokes became short but so rapid that she could no longer tell when he was sliding out or pushing into her. Nor did she need to. The movement, the throb of him within her sex, and the heat of their rutting was all she needed at this point.
And then, as if her body had been waiting for something it hit her. She'd felt Isaac's thrusts become a little more erratic and a little more urgent, the human male pausing to grind himself against her for a split second before pulling out and spearing her again. More to the point she felt the shaft rutting her swell just a little more, the throb of it within her stripping sex finally pushing her over the edge.
She guessed that Isaac must have been holding back for as long as he could, because the moment her cervine cunny had squeezed around the now hilted length she could feel him release inside of her. In a strange moment of clarity she realized why her privates pulsed and clenched like that when her climax hit. The blissful wave seemed to carrier further than it ever had before as she felt her well-stuffed slit milk the human male, her every clench timed to follow the twitch of his shaft, her body working to draw his seed deeper into her.
She could still feel him spurting within her when he put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. Dazed as she was, she still pursed her lisp to meet his, sighing into the kiss and enjoying both it and the soothing heat spreading through her body as her lips kept her lover in their intimate embrace for as long as they could.
*******
“So… I hope you don't mind me asking, but I feel a little silly knowing so little about you, especially now that we've…" she trailed off, her ears coloring a little despite the fact that she felt fairly comfortable.
They were lying on soft grass in the deep shade next to Isaac' forest dwelling. It had been the human's idea to spend some leisurely time together after spending so much… energetic time together. He had obviously been a little uncomfortable about inviting a baronial heiress to such a humble abode, but Daphne had leaped at the chance.
There had been a heavy rain the day before and on their walk back they were fortunate enough to run across numerous patches of mushrooms that had sprouted up overnight in response to the deluge. The doe was quite fond of fungi but equally clueless about which ones were edible and which were to be avoided, but Isaac seemed to know the difference. And while he could tell the good from the bad, the doe realized his nose wasn't quite on par with her own when it came to sniffing them out. They had quite a haul by the time they got to his hut, and she'd watched with genuine interest as he easily got a fire going before he roasted the fungal bounty on thin skewers.
And she'd actually blushed a little when he offered to feed them to her, something that she still couldn't believe. She'd been fed by human hands for as long as she remembered, it was hardly unusual for her. But it occurred to her that Isaac wouldn't know that. She might have thought that he was being considerate and had just made a good guess, but his voice as he offered had been just a tiny bit anxious. Was feeding each other an intimate thing among humans? she thought, and the idea seemed to make sense. After all they all had hands, so there was no practical reason to do such a thing…
“Well, what do you want to know about?" he asked, and there was one question that leapt to the doe's tongue.
“How did you come to live like… this?" she asked, a question that coming from someone else might have been seen as unkind and accusatory.
But it was clear by the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes as she beheld Isaac's home that she didn't see it as shabby, nor him as a man living in squalor. She wasn't sure what she'd expected it to look like, but there was something homey about the place the young man had chosen to live in, despite the fact he was reluctant to see it as such.
To her, making one's home in the woods was such a fanciful, romantic notion, and it was a bit of a thrill to see someone actually doing it! Isaac seemed more comfortable in this wilderness than she felt at her own luxurious abode. And she suspected it did him more good than he was willing to admit. It was clear to her now that when she'd first seen him his body had been recovering from winter scarcity. With the snows now long gone, the forest once again had plenty to give to those who knew where to look. The movement of muscles under his bare skin was still clearly visible (especially to one staring) but his hide no longer looked stretched thin over it. There was a vitality to him she doubted he'd keep if he were to leave this life behind.
The question soured Isaac's mood a little, but he knew that it would come up sooner or later. After what they'd been doing, it was no wonder that the doe was curious about him, but he was worried that this part of his life story might ruin what they had. After he'd gotten to know her, it was hard for him to think of her as the Baron's kin, much less his daughter. But either way, this had to happen, so he took a deep breath before answering the waiting cervine.
“I ran away here when I lost the last of my family. My mother had died of an illness when I was little and my father…" he said, and Daphne tensed at the strained tone of his voice. Hearing how he lost his mother brought to her mind her own pain, the worst she'd ever felt in her life. But apparently not the worst Isaac had ever felt. She could see the human gathering strength and swallowing past a lump in his throat before he continued. “…my father was sentenced to death by… by the Baron."
Isaac had been staring at the handful of embers still glowing amid the ashes of the fire, unable to meet the doe's big brown eyes when he told her the worst of it. He'd heard her gasp though, and waited… well, he wasn't sure what he was waiting for. Daphne was rebellious and viewed her sire as stern and domineering, but how far would she stray from her family for his sake? She'd been fine having her little affair with some wild boy from the woods, but would she be willing to continue with the son of a man her father had seen fit to send to the gallows?
Daphne had known since that first encounter that Isaac harbored some sort of grudge against her father, and she only realized just how eager she'd been to push that troublesome detail aside as her relationship with the human blossomed in its own, unconventional way. She'd never suspected that the wound ran this deep.
“I…I'm sorry…" she said, knowing that the words were insufficient but hoping that the honesty with which they were said made up for it. After that she remained silent. If Isaac had anything else he wished to say, she would hear him, but she didn't want to cause him any more pain by prying.
“My father… he'd always been a big man. Burly, a bit loud but good-natured. At least while my mother had been around…" Isaac spoke, keeping his eyes to the fire pit even though his stare was blank. “We had a little farm that we worked together but after she was gone… I guess everything about it reminded him of her. He mostly took odd jobs in the town. That's when he started drinking. It came to the point that I was looking after our home myself most of the time. He would come back every now and again, drop off some money, ask me how I was. But soon enough it would bring back painful memories for him and then he'd be off again. Sometimes he'd come back with bruised knuckles, half-washed bloodstains on his clothes. Before he'd been arrested I'd heard he'd been gambling, got into debt…" he mumbled, idly stirring the ashes.
“I got there in time for his trial. He… he didn't try to defend himself. I don't think he cared what happened to him anymore and I… I think I hate him for it." he said, his voice tightening as he admitted to the doe something he'd never even admitted to himself.
If Isaac's story changed his opinion of his father for the worse, it did nothing to make Daphne feel better about her own. Someone might have protested, insisted that their own flesh and blood was incapable of such a thing. If only she wasn't certain that her father was. Standing in judgment over an apparently unrepentant man, the Baron would be unlikely to show the man mercy that he didn't ask for.
She got up and took a few steps closer to Isaac, half expecting him to recoil from her. He seemed to be lost in thought, not noticing her until Daphne brought her muzzle to his cheek and gave him a tiny lick. The cervine kiss seemed to bring a bitter-sweet smile to his lips, and encouraged by that the doe settled down with her head in the young man's lap. Both of them had wondered if this conversation would be their last, but as they sat together next to the cooling fire pit both of them were happy knowing it wasn't.
*******
Daphne could feel her heart in her throat as she ran, or more accurately skipped through the forest, following a narrow game trail with almost as much grace as a feral deer. But unlike them it wasn't fear that drove her to this flight, although there was something similar to it. It was a thrill to be chased, and she had some sort of instinctive need to escape her pursuer despite the fact that she knew being caught would be more fun.
If she were to be honest, she was surprised Isaac had opted to chase her. They'd tried playing their little game that way, and even though it was thrilling the reality was that it simply depleted too much energy that was better spent some other way. Most likely he did it because it increased her chance of getting snared or otherwise trapped in something, since she didn't have the luxury of carefully looking where she placed her cloven hooves.
She was too focused on the sound of the human close on her heels to notice the hidden snare, alerted to it only after it was sprung and a bent sapling to her right began to rapidly straighten. In a desperate dodge she threw herself to her left, a maneuver that would have stopped a loop from tightening around her leg if there had been one.
Instead the doe's body hit a mess of taut ropes and she found herself being spun around even as some strange contraption lifted her off the ground. The forest path in front of her was upside-down now, and a quick look told the breathless doe that she was being held in some sort of make-shift but seemingly quite sturdy net.
“I have to –huff!- say this is quite –huff!- impressive…" she panted out, knowing that she was caught and that Isaac was in all likelyhood near enough to hear, and no doubt to smirk as he leered at his catch.
“I'm glad you like it. I thought this one up myself. As an actual wild game trap it's not exactly useful, but I think it will turn out to be worth the effort." He replied from somewhere behind her, and even though he was trying to hide it she could hear that he was also winded. That served to salve the doe's pride, but she hoped she didn't waste too much of her lover's stamina with her little run.
“I don't think it's a very secure design though…" she said, even as the heavy net held her suspended on her back with all four hooves in the air. “If you hadn't been so close on my heels, I would have managed to get free…"
“Well, by all means, do try…" he said and Daphne could hear him smirking. Just for that, I'm going to make him chase me again! Confident in her statement, the doe tried throwing her weight to one side, then the other. The green trees to either side bent, the woven vines creaked, but for all her tossing and turning all she managed to do was to look ridiculous with all four hooves frantically flailing at the air as they failed to touch the ground. She soon realized it was hopeless – the sides of the net were too steep on either side and the whole thing was cradling her in such a way that she didn't have enough room to move.
“Okay, so I guess I can't get out. What was the point of letting me try?"
“If you'd seen the little show you'd put on trying to do it, you wouldn't need to ask." He said, making Daphne let out an embarrassed little snort before he came into view above her. She forgave him when he bent down to kiss her, and it soon dawned on her that this little position had an advantage – she'd be able to see his face when he, that is while they…
The thought was enough to get the doe's tail twitching, and for all of Isaac's posturing she suddenly felt touched that he'd gone through all this trouble to arrange something so novel and intimate. And she had to admit that after she had a minute to get used to it, this was probably the most comfortable trap she'd ever been caught in.
After their kiss he walked behind her and took a moment to gloat over his latest triumph before grabbing her firmly by her fetlocks and pulling her hind-legs apart. He looked down and Daphne couldn't help but grin at the subtle change on his face when he caught sight of the soft expanse of pristine-pink skin that lay between them.
“Aren't you a little old to be that mesmerized by a set of teats?" she teased, although she was enjoying the way he was staring at her. If he found such a mundane part of her anatomy attractive, who was she to argue?
“From cradle to grave, human males never stop being fascinated by breasts…" he said, releasing one hoof to lay a palm against the firm little udder. The four nipples gracing it were slightly bigger than what a woman would have but still no larger than the tip of his thumb. But they seemed just as sensitive he thought, admiring the sight of them stiffening under his caress. “Anyway, if you'd ever seen any, maybe you'd understand…"
“I've seen plenty!" the doe replied, trying to wriggle her rear end a little against the young man's palm. Isaac's skeptical look forced her to correct herself. “All right, one pair, but I've seen it plenty of times!"
“Whose pair?" Isaac, asked, confused but suddenly desperate for more information.
“Bree, my maidservant. Whenever she bathes me we get into a little pool together, and there's no point in her wearing clothes to a bath, is there?" she said, but received no reply. At least no audible one. But the wispy growth on Isaac's face wasn't up to the task of hiding the young man's blush. “Wait did… did you just get excited by the thought of two of us bathing together?" she asked, giggling when Isaac confirmed her guess with a bashful smile. “Of all the… we're both females! What did you think could possibly happen?" she asked, fining the idea laughably preposterous.
Isaac didn't have an exact answer for her, but he did remember the girl who'd taught him how to use his tongue on a woman saying how he did it quite well for a boy, a remark that had carved itself deeply in the mind of the impressionable youth.
Isaac's wistful expression had gone unnoticed by the doe who found herself enjoying having her udder played with more than she'd expected. The pale-pink skin was completely bare of fur and as such fairly sensitive, but it was something about the way her human lover touched it that was thrilling. He palmed the firm mound, the sensation of skin against skin exciting the doe even before he started playing with her tiny teats.
She had to admit there was something about the way he gently pinched and tweaked them, but unlike those times when he used his fingers or his tongue on her femininity, all this served to do was make her even more desperate for something more serious. And while Daphne certainly had no intention of begging for something she knew Isaac wanted to give her, she did start making little cooing noises with the express purpose of urging her lover on.
It had done the trick, and Isaac had never once suspected the devious intent behind the desperately needy little noises coming from the doe's slender muzzle. And if he'd had any resolve to tease her left, it would have broken at the sight of her face. Daphne had her forelegs curled against her chest, her ears flipped back just a little for a pleading yet eager effect that culminated with the loving stare those big brown eyes of hers were giving him.
He kept his eyes locked on hers, one hand holding onto a cervine leg despite the fact that the doe was keeping them splayed in a decidedly un-ladylike fashion. He'd seen her face during lovemaking before, but it always took effort for her to twist her head back long enough for a stolen glance or a quick kiss.
And as much as he loved the sight of her pink lips moistening in anticipation and then gently parting around his shaft, he maneuvered his member without looking, trusting touch and memory to guide him in as he kept his eyes on his lady's face. He saw those eyes go just a little wider, and her muzzle part enough for a gasp to get past her lips. Without looking, the sensation of her folds against the tip of his shaft was even more electric, especially as he trailed his sensitive tip up and down between them.
He could feel his length twitch and swell as he gently pushed in past them, the doe's muzzle opening even as her eyes lidded, hiding dainty behind long lashes. He could see her chest rise and fall, the noises coming from her mouth beckoning him to sheathe more of himself into her even as he fed her a few more inches of his shaft.
For Daphne, not seeing her lover's face as he entered her had added spice, and a thrill of a faceless male taking her at his own whim for his own pleasure. And it was a nice fantasy, but she was surprised to find it less intense than seeing her lover stare into her eyes as she took him inside her. So absorbed she was in gazing at her lover that she was actually caught by surprise when she felt his hips press against her rump.
She couldn't help but notice Isaac was pausing while hilted within her, and she knew the reason. After that run she didn't envy him having to do all the work while she was comfortably nestled in her hammock-like trap, but this was a situation of his devising, so she intended to enjoy what was probably going to be an altogether gentler session than their usual rutting.
She had to admit it did have its charms. Without it pistoning in and out of her, she could focus on the sensation of that thick human length being buried as deep within her as it could go, her walls hugging it so snugly that she could feel her lover's heartbeat inside her. And it was a curious change to have him gripping her legs rather than her tail, which was pointed up (or rather down, given her position) on reflex.
A devious little thought entered her mind, one that Daphne hoped hadn't been visible on her face. With the way her lover was positioned, it occurred to her that her tail could do more than stay out of the way. She kept her eyes on his and tried to keep the glint of mischief from them as she folded her bushy appendage down, or rather up. Isaac was standing with his legs just far enough apart that she could see the moment when he felt the fine hairs brush against the insides of his thighs, not to mention the priceless one when the puffy tail pressed up against his sack.
“Ticklish?" the doe asked in a voice sweet as honey. She could feel the weight of her lover's pouch as it rested on her tail, and by the look on his face and the way his shaft had just throbbed within her sex he could feel it more keenly than she did.
Isaac gave no response but he had to give it to the doe for taking initiative. The underside of her tail was covered in long, impossibly fine hairs and it was that side now pressed between his legs. 'Ticklish' didn't begin to describe it, especially the way his sack seemed to rest on the fluffy appendage. Deciding he needed to even the odds and take back control, he began to pull out, clenching his jaw as the motion caused him to drag his pouch across the bushy tail they were resting on.
Daphne had savored her little triumph, but now she was ready to savor something else. She sighed softly as her lover's length slid out of her, and then more vocally once he slid back in. She'd noticed his shaft had a slightly upward bend to it, particularly that one time he'd used her muzzle and given her ample opportunity to see his member up close. She'd also learned that there was indeed a thrill at getting a chance to taste one's lover, but for now all she could focus on was the novel way his shaft rubbed her insides now that she was on her back.
His movements were maddeningly slow, but at once too intimately satisfying for her to try and spur him on. Nor did she get the impression he was toying with her in the hopes of making her beg, but rather savoring the feel and sight of her as he gently mated her. He released one of her legs, his hand making its way down the creamy inside of her thigh before once again settling on the smooth-skinned bump between her legs.
She still shouldn't understand what his fascination with her udder was, but now that the need for a male between her legs was sated, she had to admit she was enjoying his fondling of her mound more than she'd ever expected to, especially when his touch grew a little more confident. These hands human things had really were very interesting things, and she made a note to further explore where they could best be used to make her feel this giddy.
The doe's velvety tunnel seemed to respond to her lover's touch, her walls pulsing a little every time he'd tweak one of her tiny teats, no doubt the reason Isaac was paying so much attention to the four thick nubs sticking out of the pink bump. Daphne just sighed, picturing as she so often did during their lovemaking what her delicate lips looked like wrapped around the human's thick shaft.
It only then occurred to the dreamy-eyed doe that on this occasion she might not need to use her imagination. She bent her neck as much as she could and peeked around the hand still lovingly massaging her cervine mammary, a thrilled gasp leaving her muzzle as she caught sight of the point where she and her lover were joined.
The fact that Isaac wore clothing most of the time meant he was less tanned down there than most places, but his shaft was still of a different enough shade from the pale-pink of her folds that is stood out quite clearly, at least until the young man's thrust pushed the entire length past those moist lips. Daphne stared wide-eyed, glued to the sight of her supple folds stretched around the human male's girth as it plunged in and out.
She could see a sheen of moisture covering Isaac's member, and with every pump of his hips against her loins she saw it become increasingly wet as it slid in and out of her honeypot. She knew part of that mess was his doing, because she could feel a tiny squirt every now and again when the maleness trapped within her gave a particularly eager twitch. But she didn't need her twitching nose to tell her that she was also to blame for the increasing moist sounds their coupling was producing. The sight of her own slit being bred was turning her on more than she'd imagined, and the doe's ears colored when a trickle of the intimate mess ran along the strip of pink skin and across her tail-hole.
“You know another reason I- ungh!- wanted to try this trap out?" her lover asked, and Daphne managed to tear her eyes off the sight of her elegantly-stuffed quim long enough to shake her head.
Isaac didn't reply, but she could see him widening his stance a little and feel him pausing enough to do it. She was about to ask him to keep going, when her lover beat her to it. After the tender lovemaking his buck was surprising enough for a little bleat to get past Daphne's throat, although the change of intensity was hardly an unwelcome surprise. She'd only realized that he'd pushed into her forcefully enough to move her forward when her momentum reversed and sent her sliding back on her lover's shaft with a moist smack.
“Ooohhh! T-that was –aah!- clever…" she said, her words bouncing along with her body as Isaac began to rut her with a vigor that was quite frankly impressive after the chase she'd led him on.
She watched his muscles tense and flex under a thin sheen of sweat, her eyes losing focus as each thrust swung her away from him only for her rump to come gliding back to meet his next thrust. She would admire his inventiveness if she could string a coherent thought together, but the sensations coming from her lower half were making it difficult. The one thought that did manage to coalesce was that Isaac was looking quite pleased with himself. Or more likely – with her…
She was surprised how pleasant it was to sway like this, even though the feeling of gentle movement paled somewhat to the more amorous sensations coming from further down along her body. She'd been slowly building her way towards her peak during her lover's the gentle and languorous thrusting, but the thril of being bounced back and forth on his maleness was getting her there faster. Her tail was still tucked between Isaac's legs, and as the weight of his pouch rested on it the doe couldn't help but grin at the knowledge that it would soon empty itself within her slippery folds, filling her with that heat that so perfectly soothed her, especially after a vigorous rutting such as this one.
“Does the –nff!- arrangement still stand? I catch you and you're –huff!- mine to do with as I please?" she heard him ask and a look of confusion briefly displaced the expression of pure bliss she'd been wearing.
“Y-yes!" she replied after a particularly energetic thrust managed to prod at a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Why was he even asking? What more could he possibly want to do with me? the doe asked silently, and even though she couldn't think of anything, the questions hanging in the air were thrilling in their own right.
Isaac fought instinct as he willed himself to pull away from Daphne's intimate embrace. His little idea was a gamble, but the two of them were yet to cross a boundary they didn't enjoy crossing, so he thought it was worth a try. Her mewl when his slipped out from between her dripping folds was so needy that he almost pushed himself back in, but he decided to go ahead with his little idea.
Daphne kept her tail up whenever they mated whether he held it or not, and the sight of her pink pucker winking as he pumped her sex had made him wonder. He'd brushed his thumb across it a few times, watching the smooth pink ring tense under his touch before relaxing a little, enough to give a young man all sorts of ideas…
The little ring under her tail was glistening now after their combined mess had been drizzling over it during their lovemaking. Figuring that he'd kept Daphne waiting for long, he carefully brought the tip of his still dripping shaft closer to the twitching opening, groaning a little when his tip touched the flexing pucker.
Daphne's head had been thrown back while she waited for Isaac to do whatever he had in mind, but it shot up when the tip of his desperately needed shaft reappeared lower than she expected it to. She bent her neck, trying to get a look at what was going on, but the human's maleness was now out of sight. Not that she didn't know where it was.
The doe found herself breathless. Was he going to… can two people even … like that? she thought as the tiniest bit of pressure was applied to her ring, making her clench up on reflex. She still wasn't sure if what Isaac had planned up could be done, but she was surprised at how desperate she was to learn if it could.
Fighting her skittishness, the doe took deep breaths and willed herself to relax. She was more sensitive back there than she imagined, and as she calmed down she could feel the ring of muscle expanding little by little until the tip of her lover's member was dimpling it a little as he nudged it against her.
“B-be gentle…" she heard herself say, and immediately blushed until her hears were burning. She'd always urged her human lover on, but for some reason she felt strangely vulnerable as he applied enough pressure to make her pucker stretch just a little around him. Isaac didn't reply but it was clear that he'd heard her as the tip of his cock made slow progress past her virgin tail-hole.
Unlike losing her maidenhead there was no stab of pain, or any pain at all. There was just a strange sensation that was part discomfort and part frustration as her pucker strained around the slick invader. But there was no denial that she wanted to feel it inside, so much so that she had to stop herself from wriggling back against him.
The all of a sudden the stretching and straining stopped and the doe let out a gasp, her eyes going wide and blank as the head of Isaac's maleness slipped in, her pucker immediately clenching up around the length that was now securely and snuggly stuck inside her. The sensation was a thrill, almost as if it was his member growing rather than her orifice shrinking. And even as the novel feeling made her tail twitch her ears didn't miss the groan this coaxed from her mate's throat. Eager to see if it had merely been coincidence, Daphne let her tail-hole relax, allowing the human to push an inch or two deeper into her before suddenly clamping up, smiling as she watched his eyes lose focus as she got another throaty groan. Yeah, I'm going to enjoy this…
Isaac hadn't missed the mischievous twinkle in the doe's deep brown eyes as she clamped down on him, or the delight she took at the effect that had on her lover. Whenever her sex tightened around his shaft it merely felt tighter in there, but her pucker actually squeezed him, more than he'd expected. The sensation was more amazing then he'd imagined, and he had little doubt that it would be enough for him just to sheathe himself in the cervine rump and have Daphne clench and flex around him.
But as he came closer and closer to hilting in the doe's rump he didn't fail to miss the signs of her arousal. Her muzzle was opened and despite her smile he could see she was close to panting in excitement. The fluffy insides of her ears were that pink hue that told him the skin under the fur was blushing a bright red, and he could see her chest swell with every deep breath she took. And the look on her face when she felt his hips press against her fluffy behind him toll him everything he needed to know.
Daphne moaned when the shaft began to slide out of her, feeling how her pucker clung to the throbbing lenght as inch after thick inch left her body. When Isaac pushed back in she winced a little, making the young man pause for a moment before continuing at a slower pace. She wasn't sure if she was tensing up, or if this was just as fast as this kind of mating can go, but when she felt fingers touch against the still dripping folds of her sex she knew that Isaac wanted to see if he could get her to relax.
The doe moaned out loud as her lover continued to slide in and out of her speared tail-hole with gentle, teasing strokes while those nimble fingers danced across her slightly parted lips. She felt two of them dip in suddenly and was surprised how big they felt now that she had something stuffed up her rump.
She could feel her human lover leaking inside her, the liquid her pulsing ring coaxed from him making the strange mating easier, especially as his pumping digits got her to relax. His slow strokes became faster, although still smooth and gentle and the doe realized that he could take her like this if she made sure to relax. Having her femininity played with helped, and while it was nice to feel Isaac's member sliding in and out smoothly it was still thrilling whenever her pucker tensed up for a second and the pair groaned in unison.
Isaac had his middle and ring finger pumping in and out of the cervine slit, admiring both the mess the doe was making of his hand and the sight of her pucker wrapped around him. Whenever he pushed in it would almost disappear as it dimpled in, only to cling to him lewdly whenever he withdrew from the tightness of the doe's rear.
While he was glad his little plan had worked, he was caught by surprise at just how tight she was back there, especially when the pink ring flexed around him. He felt his sack tightening and fought the urge to just pump away and fill the cervine rump to the brim until he was sure Daphne was close. He remembered the sensitive spot at the bottom of her slit from when he'd licked her to completion, the tiny little nub hidden just inside her folds that was pointing up now that the doe was on her back.
Twisting his wrist a little he managed to lay his palm across the spot where he knew her little button was hidden, doing his best to grind against it even as his fingers dipped and his shaft sawed in and out of her. Her moans turned into whimpers and whines, a sure sign that he was on the right track, making the young man redouble his efforts as her body teased him to his braking point.
He'd seen the way her pucker would wink and clench when she came, which was what led him to believe that it might be not only sensitive but responsive. But now that the ring of muscle was wrapped around him he found himself stunned at the sensation of the doe's tail-hole frantically pulsing around him. He managed to push in one last time and stayed frozen like that, grunting as the cervine femininity lovingly caressed the fingers buried in it. His ears caught Daphne's blissful moan as he pumped her, his shaft throbbing as her clenching pucker milked it of every drop.
“Y-you don't have to…take this apart do you?" Daphne asked once she'd gotten her breath back, her tail-hole still clamped around the human's member and keeping both it and the warm mess he'd filled her with securely inside her well-rutted rump. “Because I might be tempted to get caught in it again sometime…" she suggested, giving him a little squeeze for emphasis…
*******
“Can you see me?"
“Y-yes?" he said, not the answer Daphne had wanted to hear, but the uncertain tone in his voice left room for hope.
“Well was I any harder to spot than usual?"
“Actually, it's the complete opposite."
“What do you mean?"
“Well, a light-blue doe standing in the forest does kind of… stand out…"
Daphne just looked at him for a second before glancing down and seeing what he saw. She stamped the ground with a cloven hoof in irritation at the failed illusion. The idea was sound, but it was proving harder to put into practice than she thought. Invisibility was still a little out of her reach – the trick of letting light pass through herself as easily as it did through thin air. What she'd tried to devise was a spell that would cloak her body in a shifting pattern of the colors of whatever was behind her, from a spectator's vantage point. If it was stone, she would look grey, of it was a grassy meadow she would look green… She just needed to get the angle right…
“I hope I haven't said anything to make you think I don't like you in your colors…" the young man replied, although it was clear to the doe he was joking. She made a show of shaking the spell off, watching his face as her body went from sky-blue to the mixture of caramel-brown and pale-cream. Well, he hadn't been lying. “Or is it that you are so sick of losing at our little game that you feel the need to cloak yourself in magic?"
“For your information, I don't consider being caught losing. Why do you think I let you catch me so many times?" she replied with a smile. It wasn't true, but if he was going to tease her, then she intended to tease him right back.
“The why so blue?"
“I'm working on something but… I'll tell you more when I can pull it off without embarrassing myself." She replied, walking up to her lover and twirling her ears in a subtle demand for affection. She didn't have a lot of time today, and she wanted to make the best of it. Telling Isaac about her plan could wait until she was closer to making it a reality…
*******
Usually when Daphne was called to her father's study, it was so that the stern stag could either question or reprimand what he saw as his unruly daughter. The fact that this time he'd summoned her to compliment her on her dedication in her studies didn't make the doe feel any more at ease. He'd never approved of her pursuit of illusion, seeing it as frivolous and a waste of her time and talent. When she'd branched into magic that affected the growth of living things and made excellent progress, he was pleased. There was undeniable practicality in spells that can make young plants shake off disease and pestilence, or those that can make nearly barren stretches of land bear fruit. If only you knew why I study it…
“Father, you've told me many times that a ruler must be ready to be harsh when the need arises, that they cannot be afraid to pass stern sentences…" she began, steering the conversation to something unpleasant, but something that she desperately needed to clear up.
“That is correct…" the old stag replied, as inscrutable as ever.
“Have… have you ever had to pass the harshest one?"
“Yes, several times. Sooner or later every ruler has to…" he replied, and Daphne took a big breath before asking a question the answer to which she dreaded.
“How do you know when… when a man deserves to die?" she asked, a question that seemed to surprise the stag sitting opposite her enough that he had to consider his reply. But she didn't doubt she'd get one. Her father was always glad to see her show interest in her future duties. What she feared was what his answer would reveal.
“It is the duty of a ruler to maintain peace, to protect his subjects, even from themselves. That is the purpose of law, and for many knowing that it exists and seeing it carried out is enough to stop them from acting out against the common interest. Some lack the reason or restraint and require punishment. People like that often respect strength, and they can be made to behave once they are shown that the law is stronger than they are. But against those unwilling or incapable to learn even through the harsh lesson of punishment there is no hope. The punishment for such is the most severe there is, performed publicly so that others might learn from their fate…"
And the child watching from somewhere in the crowd sees the last of his family killed in front of them, and runs away into the woods, far from the society run by what he will see as a monster forevermore. And for what? The man you condemned had succumbed to the same wound that had poisoned you…
Daphne wasn't sure what she had hoped to hear. Maybe that each death her sire had ordered weighed heavily on him, that he'd thought long and hard about each case, trying to find enough good in a person to justify sparing his life. This, she realized, was what her father considered being a good ruler – the ability to send an apparently dangerous person to their death without hesitation or remorse. Is this what he wants from me?
“I understand…" she said, keeping her face as composed as she could. Her father would see that she was somewhat upset, but was satisfied that she'd apparently accepted the lesson.
For some time, Daphne had suspected that she was not cut out to be her father's heir, and after this conversation she was certain of it. If decisions like what the stag had described truly had to be made, she knew she couldn't make them, especially not after meeting Isaac. She would redouble her efforts, throw herself into her studies. This would doubtlessly please her father, something she no longer craved but something she suspected she could take advantage of.
*******
“Are you sure of this, my lady?" Bree asked, a touch of concern in her voice but little actual expectation that her mistress would change her mind.
“I am." She said, thinking of all the effort that had gone into this. It was dangerous, even with all of the work she'd put in, but it was the only way for her to be free to live her life away from her father and the terrible duty he intended to foist on her. “I… I am sorry to put you in this position, Bree. I know you've been reporting to my father for all these years and… when he calls you, tell him everything you need to in order to ensure he doesn't suspect your complicity."
“I'm touched by your concern, Lady Daphne. It is true that I've kept the Baron appraised of your activities, but I have gotten quite good at telling him only that which I felt he needed to know and no more." She said, smiling a little before she added “I hope he's worth it. Leaving your old life behind…"
“Who?" Daphne said, even though she knew by the look in Brie's pale-blue eyes that her bluff was pointless.
“Isaac, m'lady. I don't rightly know who he is, but whenever your sleep becomes restless you tend to cry things out. Only a single name ever came up, though."
The doe was speechless. Her father had no idea who Isaac was, or that there was even someone like him in the picture. That much was obvious. For all her life, any sisterly feelings she had towards her servant were dampened by the knowledge that the girl informed on her as part of her duty. That had never been much of an issue until she had one secret that she had to keep from her sire at all costs, and as such from Bree. She doubted that the human girl could or would keep it. She'd only shared her plans of escape with her once they were complete, because she didn't want Bree to fall under suspicion for something she'd done.
As she stood there she realized just how much the human girl had risked by keeping her affair with Isaac a secret, risking everything out of nothing more than a loyalty of her friend. She took a few steps towers her and the young woman knelt on one knee to hug her soon to be former mistress, both of them acknowledging what had been more than a decade-long friendship with a few near-silent tears.
Oh, Bree! And just when I thought I could leave this life without missing anything from it…
*******
“Don't be stingy, I know you have more!" Daphne teased, and sure enough her mate produced another sprig of acacia flowers. The tiny but succulent white blossoms were a favorite of hers, good when nipped from a low-hanging branch, but best when fed to her by Isaac.
She was laying on her back with her head in his lap, a tricky position but one she'd mastered during their time together. They were outside, enjoying a warm spring day even though their new home was roomy enough for both of them. She was quite proud of the little love-nest she'd made. The old oaks she'd found were stubborn, happy with the roots they'd laid during their long lives and unwilling to grow any more. But once Daphne's magic began to flow along gnarled limbs, they grew and swelled fast enough for the eye to see. They'd both watched in amazement as the trees made the meadow bulge into a little hill, until one side of it yawned open, three feet of root-bound turf rising off the ground and revealing the hollow within. Then both the thick roots and the little hair-like extrusions wove together until the roof resembled something like thatch and the whole thing looked like a cavern that had just sprung up. After Isaac had seen to the furnishing, it was a comfy and (after a while) secure home.
The early days had not been as tranquil as this, as they kept to the small patch of the woods that Daphne had warded with spells to twist both seeking magic and actual trackers. She'd feared that her father might find them, but her skills grew slowly but surely, the doe finding it easier to carve larger and larger areas of the forest for the two of them.
It had been a year since she was last worried. If her father tried to find her again he would have little hope. Her defenses were so delicately enmeshed that stories had sprouted up about the forest that the two of them now called home. She couldn't help but giggle at some of the rumors she'd picked up through the little scrying devices scattered all around the invisible perimeter of their abode.
Old sorcery had awoken there, the tale went, and a doe of unknown lineage had settled the woods, living alone apart from a single human serving her, a savage much like the tribal champions of old. Skilled hunters lost their way and even reliable hounds went in circles whenever they wound up going too deep to that part of the forest where the trees seemed to have ears, and the eyes of birds and woodland creatures appeared to focus on intruders as if watching for just such as them.
Fanciful tales that had little to do with the truth, but then again the people spreading them would no doubt be shocked if they found out the truth, even though it now seemed quite normal to Daphne. She was merely living in a place she loved with the man she adored, and if the world wanted them to join it again, it would have to prove that it deserved them.