FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Blacktail Sanctuary,

Chapter Nine,

17th October, 2017,

All Rights Reserved.

After the shower, whilst Stephen prepared their early evening dinner, Kelly brushed out her fur and frowned, staring into the mirror before which she stood. Kelly had no idea what had gotten into Stephen – usually he was a responsive, loving partner – could she help it if her natural libido compelled her towards carnal thoughts at odd times? Maybe it just was the stress of the encounter earlier today – but Steven knew that stag wasn't a breeder – why had he not done something earlier to prevent what Kelly knew would result in such terrible fate?

As she bent over and began drying her ankles and legs, Kelly wondered if it was just this – or something else – that had made her beloved partner withdrawn and obviously distressed. Whilst she didn't have the feral's ability to detect scents like they did – it didn't take much to see he was understandably upset and stressed by something.

*

Stephen pushed away his plate and sat opposite Kelly, his mood like a black thundercloud hovering over him, before she rose and took his hand and led him into their bedroom, where she lit several lavender incense and lay as naked as the day they were born in their air conditioned bedroom, idly stroking and caressing his belly as she lay her head on his chest.

“What's wrong with you tonight my love?" Kelly asked, curious and genuinely concerned, as her hooflets drew aimless patterns across his belly and down towards his hips, watching as he trembled and shivered.

“I'm just...many things honey..." Stephen sighed quietly, before he reached down and began stroking her ears sensuously, feeling Kelly quiver and moan in passion. “That stag – he would have killed Jasmine, I know it! He's killed both stags, does and other animals so why do we keep him here at the sanctuary? What sort of life does he have, being separated from others – and what could possibly have traumatised him so badly – to turn him like that? I've seen aggressive stags – but nothing like what he is ..."

“Shhhh, don't worry about that now – just – relax love, don't worry – I've taken steps to ensure that this never happens again ..." Kelly whispered, as she lovingly licked a long, sticky swatch over his belly and began nuzzling and kissing his chest as she rolled over, caressing his body in ways she knew pleasured him.

Stephen moaned softly – Kelly's sensual touches, kisses and caresses doing their work on him, and she smirked, feeling his arousal begin to swell and form as she nuzzled lower down his belly – the unmistakable smell from his scent arousing and filling her nostrils – blending with the lavender scent from the incense. Suddenly, he gripped her shoulders, then rolled her over and pinned her to the bed, Kelly's eyes widening in surprise and fright at first – before he looked down at her and straddled her hips.

“Not tonight my love – tonight, I'm the dominant buck – you're going to be pleasured as you deserve..."

Kelly blinked, surprised at this role reversal – as it was usually her that took charge during their lovemaking – but she was curious and pleased to see her partner's authoritative stance – and she smiled and looked up adoringly at him, before she gasped when he grinned and used his right hand to feather across her labial folds – then two fingers slid effortlessly into her vagina and teasingly caressed the sensitive clitoris, whilst he nuzzled and suckled at her warm breasts – his tongue quickly making the sensitive nipples swell with blood and poke through the fine fur.

“Feels..." Kelly whispered, as she squirmed and lifted her hips off the bed, sliding his fingers deeper, before he snorted and slapped her hip and pushed her back down.

“Easy my love, don't get too excited on me – not yet anyway!" Stephen laughed nervously, as he continued to lightly stretch out her vaginal folds and tickle her clitoris in random, and passionate ways, until Kelly was writhing and squirming – the sticky vaginal lubrication of her own body beginning to flow like a rain swollen creek. “My...someone's eager..."

Stephen smiled, as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself – holding his erect penis teasingly against her folds with one hand as he pushed his hips forwards – feeling Kelly's instinctive reaction as she tightened her muscles and he pulled back again – before nibbling her left nipple right as he thrust and buried himself to his groin inside her, feeling Kelly squeal and buck against him.

“Mmm," Stephen moaned, as the incredibly warmth and slickness of Kelly's vaginal walls squeezed down on his penis, before he brushed his sticky fingers across her nostrils – watching her furred forehead wrinkle as she smelt her own scent. “You feel wonderful, as always my lovely, sweet young doe..."

Kelly snorted, then placed her paws around his head and pulled it down, her lips finding his as their tongues meshed and blended – saliva mixing before Kelly grunted and bucked again, as Stephen snickered and began thrusting with more enthusiasm and energy, his hips slapping against hers like he was a rutting buck – making Kelly's eyes widen in surprise and delight.

“Whats...gotten into you tonight - “ Kelly panted, as she felt Stephen dismount, then thrust himself back against her – the tight cervix walls gripping and squeezing, as he gasped – almost losing his self control as he ploughed back into her with an almost feral lust.

“I told you...you're going to get rutted like a feral doe – see if I don't and - “ Stephen squealed as Kelly raked her hooflets down his spine – raising great red welts, before he snapped his hips against hers and he moaned in frustration – whilst Kelly snickered and grinned – feeling Stephen's penis throbbing and spurting strong pulses of semen deep inside her again and again and again, before he pushed his hands against her shoulders and lifted himself up, glaring into her eyes. “That wasn't fair, and you know it - “

Kelly sighed in pleasure, feeling Stephen's love and the warmth of his gift inside her – the nerves firing and transmitting the sensation of pleasure up her spine like a bolt of lightning, dopamine and endorphin's filling her mind as she grunted and flagged her tail against the bedspread, kissing her beloved partner with relish and wanton lust.

“Damn you doe - “ Stephen panted, as he shuddered and sighed. “I wanted it to be lengthy and a special, sensual lovemaking..."

“Is it my fault, you still can not handle an aroused doe's pleasures?" Kelly snickered, then she frowned slightly, as Stephen flinched – the briefest hint of his scent alerting her feral instincts to danger – before he smiled weakly and began kissing her again – Kelly's mind soon forgetting this brief moment as she smiled and cuddled him tight. “I'm sure my two legged stag can mate more than once..."

“Oh, you know I can – I'm going to leave you so weak and exhausted – you'll think a herd of stag's bred to you..." Stephen growled as he nibbled at the side of her neck, then grinned and began humping her with renewed vigour and intensity – as Kelly squirmed and giggled helplessly.

*

After eight passionate, sweaty and pleasing hours – Kelly lay soaked in sweat and her lovers musky scent, as Stephen lay almost comatose beside her – his exhausted snores making her giggle before she winced and rubbed at her lower belly. Indeed, he had lived up to the promise he made – as Kelly was well pleasured by their lovemaking – and felt love and warmth for her human partner, even as she slipped from the bed that reeked of their combined scent, various bodily fluids and sweat – and Kelly made her way to the toilet, a desperate urge to urinate compelling the exhausted and sleepy young doe. Her cloven hooves clicked quietly on the floor, as she stumbled across the bedroom to the en-suite and slid open the door, before the pale moonlight that shone through the frosted glass of the bathroom window gave her eyes enough light to see where she was going.

Sitting on the toilet, Kelly cupped her furred chin in thought as she waited patiently for her bladder to finally receive the message, her half-awake mind drifted over pleasant thoughts and memories of what her and Stephen had shared tonight. He had brought her to a dozen orgasms, himself to nine – a new personal best for them both – and at last as the urine streamed forth and splashed into the toilet, Kelly sighed and relaxed – her eyes closing and mind going blank – until her nostrils flared and she frowned, sniffing the air like a feral.

“I know that scent..." Kelly frowned deeper, before she yawned sleepily and finally rose and flushed the toilet, before washing her paws with the special soap and then drying them – the scent growing stronger as she stood next to the laundry hamper.

Out of curiosity, Kelly lifted the basket lid, then crouched down and frowned, the scent stronger – before she pulled out a few pieces of clothing and sniffed them, her muzzle wrinkling at the sale scent of sweat, then as she found a pair of Stephen's work trousers, she smiled in her half awake state and picked them up, before burying her muzzle in them – smelling his scent, the strong, masculine scent of him...then her eyes widened and she blinked – before sniffing it again – smelling the strong scent that she knew well...the scent of an in-season doe – but this one was strong and overpowering, not the scent you might pick up by accident...

To Be Continued...