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The Gift

Daniel's Storyline, Chapter 5.2

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Nobody really offered any input aside from that, making me realize that I really was on my own in the decision. Taking a deep breath, I looked around at the Spirits and the four sets of eyes on me and I decided to call Kon's bluff in the most intense way possible. "Herne... I want you to join me first."

A grin of reserved, confident superiority appeared on his muzzle as he inclined his head. "Of course you do."

Although I expected something worthy of a daytime talk show from Kon I was surprised when he just shook his head in disgust and disappeared in a small puff of orange-colored smoke. There was no comment, no objection, and no argument-- he was gone. Although Aiden looked surprised by that, Talapus certainly didn't and, in fact, seemed all the more encouraged. "Okay... then I'M second."

Rather than spending any time lingering on the what, how, and why of Kon's disappearance, I didn't resist as Herne beckoned me back to my room. Once we had crossed the threshold he turned back to face me, naked, save for the fur on his body and his three words, despite being spoken as a request may as well have been an order. "Close the door."

When I turned back to face him I saw that he remained where he'd been, arms spread, providing me as full a view as I wanted... and I wanted a lot. The ruddy-tan fur of his back turned brown along his arms and legs, and became dark brown everywhere it became shaggy fur-- his neck, chest, abdomen, and groin. My eyes came to a stop at that last location.

Herne looked, for the most part like what I'd expect considering all of the furry porn I'd spent countless hours gawking. He had a sheath and it was positioned right where should have been if it'd been a penis. His furry sac had shaggy fur just like everywhere else but it was still distinctly noticeable: thick and full. Although none of the Spirits had ever seemed to have more than a passing scent, the powerful aroma of musk was unmistakable. Although he posed a question, it already sounded as if he knew the answer for himself. "Do you like what you see?"

He was several inches taller than me, and that didn't include the grand rack of antlers springing from his head so I had to look up to respond. Rather than speak, I did so with a nod of my head, and took a step closer. As I did so, he also approached me step-for-step. Once he was within arm's reach, Herne placed a hand on my shoulder. "What would you like to do to me, Daniel?"

It was another seemingly rhetorical question-- what WOULDN'T I like to do to him? I felt like a little kid at an ice cream buffet; I didn't know where to begin. "I... uh... I mean... I... I'd like..."

His hand slid to my neck, fingers sliding around the back of it as his thumb hooked around the front, and firmly firced my head up to look at him by applying pressure to my throat. "Or would you prefer that I do something to you?"

SomeTHING, I wondered? What about some THINGS? I was putty in his hands and didn't mind the thought at all. What didn't I want him to do to me? "T-to me?"

A smile of pure confidence split his muzzle, and I saw real humor in his eyes-- humor and eagerness. "Ah... of course... just thinking about that daydream..."

An almost animalistic sound emerged somewhere from within his chest; it was a distinctively male sound, and there was no doubt in my mind what it meant... especially because I watched a good length of furless flesh emerge from his sheath, already thick and I could inexplicably tell that it was pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I wasn't very well spoken at that moment, stating "Wow."

He pressed his nose to my head, taking in a deep breath before speaking into my hair. "Touch it."

I tentatively reached out my hand and extended my thumb, pressing it up against the underside of his slick, animalistic organ. Rather than seeming intangible, I could feel it: warm and firm. His rumble intensified. "Good... now hold it."

Having lost any indication of free will I willingly surrendered to Herne's direction, enveloped in the masculine feel of his throbbing member as my fingers closed around it, holding his ample erection in my hand. The scent intensified, and my own flesh ached within the confines of my jeans. Seemingly heedless of my discomfort, Herne's second hand moved to my opposite shoulder, and he spoke his next demand. "Caress it."

It was as if he'd read my mind, and I willingly began to run my fingers up and down its length, eagerly stroking him, reveling in every minute texture as it slid through my touch. I had never wanted something so much in my entire life and yet, I wasn't about to go any further without his direction. He was merciful. "Worship it."

Sure, I know it sounds a little hokey, like something you might hear out of a porno, and, in any other situation I would have laughed... but not then. I didn't snicker or smirk or chuckle-- I was too busy worshipping. The Elk provided no specifics, but I made them up as I went. Adding my second hand to his shaft, I began stroking him in earnest, even leaning forward so I could bury my face in his chest, completely lost in his fur, his warmth, his scent-- his control.

There was no resistance left in me when I felt the pressure on my shoulders, urging me further down his body. With barely more than a precursory acknowledgement of what he wanted of me, I was down on my knees, hands still holding the virile organ, continuing to stroke it as his bountiful precum covered my fingers. In my new position, the flood of fluids ended up dribbling down my forearms and off my elbows, coating my thighs as his hands moved to either side of my head. His voice echoed in the room, in my ears, and in my mind. "I know what you want, Daniel... I can see it."

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry as I continued to work his shaft with both hands, watching the way his fur of his groin moved, and the receded sheath where it hung back, bunched up just above the Elk's massive testicles; just seeing their size made me realize why it was so much precum was possible... and the smell-- the musk. "I... I..."

One of his thumbs slid around my cheek and played across my lips. He said only one word. "Open."

Without a second thought I did as he demanded, and Herne's digit slid between my lips; before I had a chance to dwell on what I was doing, I began suckling, and I could tell that he was pleased with my performance. His shaft gave a jump in my hands as I stroked down and I flinched, my eyes closing as my chest and neck were sprayed with the strongest blast of precum yet.

I recovered quickly, almost whimpering as the confines of my underwear continued to restrict my erection. The wait was worth it... so worth it, so perhaps a few more minutes would be even better? I remember thinking something of the sort, but my attention returned again immediately to Herne as the Elk pulled his thumb from my mouth with an audible pop. Light pressure on the back of my head pulled me toward him and the Elk spoke commandingly. "Good, Daniel... now open up... and I shall take you."

Having spent so much time with Herne being the angel of temperance on my shoulder left me unready for just how god damn good he was at playing the devil of hedonism. My head swam in his musk; my forearms were drenched in his precum; my fingers were slick with his fluids; my cock was so fucking hard. It was happening-- it was really happening, and I--