His hand stroked down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her waist before dipping lower. "You're so tasty, I almost want to skip this and just drink you all up," he murmured, feeling her slick heat against his palm.
She shuddered, her hips rolling back against his touch. "Please," she begged, the word torn from her throat like a prayer.
His fingers found her entrance once more, pushing in to the first knuckle. She was so tight, so hot... He could feel her inner walls clenching around him already.
"Like this?" He asked, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her.
Luna moaned, her head tossing back as she rode his hand. "Y-yes... More..."
He obliged, adding a second finger to stretch her further. She gasped at the intrusion but soon began thrusting against his hand.
"That's it," he praised. "Take it all."
As she rode his fingers faster, Oliver reached around to tease her clit with his thumb. The combination of sensations had Luna keening loudly.
"Close?" He asked darkly.
She nodded frantically. "P-please... Make me come..."
With that urging, he rubbed circles over her sensitive nub while pumping his fingers deep inside her. The coil in Luna's belly wound tighter and tighter until—
She came with a scream that echoed through the forest canopy above them. Her inner muscles clamped down on Oliver's fingers like a vise as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He kept stroking through it all until she went limp against him. Only then did he withdraw his hand from between her legs.
Luna slumped forward onto all fours before him—a panting mess of quivering limbs and satisfaction-glazed eyes.
"What do you say?"
Panting… still tingling… Luna's legs trembled violently as she slumped against the moss. Oliver's fingers left her dripping—empty again.
"You… promised," she whined, twisting to glare at him with hazy eyes.
His smirk made her tail flick. "I did. And you came beautifully."
Not enough. I need him. I need more. Her fingers dug into soil. "Not enough."
"Greedy doe." He chuckled, stepping closer. "I know I said I'd use my hands and tongue to show you a whole new world of pleasure, but I don't think that's possible now that you fell to the ground."
"Well, it's not entirely impossible to go down on you," he said while getting off her. "I just don't want to lie on the dirt and be that low... So tell me, should I fill you properly?"
Oliver chuckled, holding his hardened shaft, and kneeled at her rear—his left hand lifted her tail, and his right teased her by rubbing his shaft against her second vagina that had been dripping wet with neglect.
His heat presses against her sensitive lips.
"Don't tease," Luna growled, tail lashing.
"You want this?" His thumb circled her rear entrance mockingly.
"Yes! Stop—ah!" She arched when he shoved two fingers into her lower slit and his thumb into her tighter hole.
"Beg properly." His left hand playfully clawed her insides while he rubbed his shaft underneath her, lubing it with her excess fluids.
Luna snarled but spread wider. "Fuck me or leave, human."
Oliver laughed darkly, ignoring the pain it took to translate the word "fuck," and withdrew his hand with a wet sound before gripping both sets of hips tight enough to leave a bruise…
He chuckled darkly at Luna's crude demand before giving her rear a firm squeeze. "You really are something else." His grip tightened further until he could feel Luna's bones shifting beneath.
Without further warning or preparation beyond spreading Luna wider, Oliver thrust into her tight rear entrance—instead of her pleading slit—with a grunt of effort.
Luna screamed, the sound torn from her throat as he breached her deeply. Her body went rigid, then shook violently as she struggled against the intrusion.
"Relax," Oliver hissed through clenched teeth, his own discomfort evident as he fought to bury himself fully within her resisting passage. "It'll hurt less if you do."
He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, trying to coax Luna's body to accept him. His fingers dug into her hips as he fought the urge to simply ram into her and be done with it.
Finally, with a few more tense moments and grunts from both parties involved… Luna's passage yielded to Oliver's relentless intrusion—though it remained tight around him.
Oliver exhaled slowly as he bottomed out inside Luna—her body finally accepting his full length within its depths. He paused there for a moment before slowly withdrawing until just the tip remained inside.
Her hooves gouged the earth as his hips snapped forward. "Too deep!" A ragged scream tore from her throat, muscles clamping down in instinctive protest.
"Breathe," Oliver gritted out, fingers biting into her fur. "Fighting it just makes it worse."
"That's the wrong hole, I'll kill you!" she shrieked, antlers thrashing against nearby bark.
He chuckled darkly and dragged out slowly—only to slam back in harder. "Try."
Luna's threat dissolved into a choked sob when he angled deeper on the next thrust. It hurts… burns… Yet her tail lifted higher without permission, baring herself further for him like some pathetic bitch in heat while drool dripped onto crushed grass below them both.
Oliver stroked her back, pulling out and then plunging back in.
Why does it hurt less when he moves? Her thighs quivered as Oliver's thrusts settled into a brutal rhythm. Each snap of his hips punched a gasp from her lungs—sharp at first, then melting into ragged moans.
"You're taking me so well," he murmured to her twitching ears.
Liar... She thought about feeling how much resistance there was between thrusts, but her body still arched anyway, betraying her with every slick slap of skin against fur.
"Slower—ah! "Too much," she begged, reaching out behind her and touching the top of his hands. His hand let go of her thigh and instead interlocked with her trembling fingers.
His fingers tightened around hers as she squeezed back—why am I holding his hand like this?—but the thought shattered when he thrust up at a new angle. Her knees almost gave out. "Ngh! What are you—"
"Better?" Oliver's breath was hot against her forearm, hips rolling deliberately now instead of pounding. The stretch still burned, but now it was deeper… fuller.
Luna's ears flattened. "It is better." She hated admitting it, even silently. Her free hand scrabbled against tree roots for balance as he moved in slow, grinding circles that made her tail curl.
"You're clenching down so hard," he groaned, nipping on her arm to feel her jerk against him with a whine.
She should bite him—should run—but all that came out was "D-don't stop…" muffled in her throat.
Oliver grinned and obeyed by snapping forward sharply once more.
His slow, deep strokes made her breath hitch—each one pressing against something inside that sent sparks up her spine. Why does this feel… so good~
"You're dripping down my thighs," Oliver murmured, licking a stripe up her arm. "Such a messy little doe."
She shuddered but didn't deny it. Her fingers clung to his where they were still tangled together, knuckles white as he picked up speed again. "Ah—ah! Too fast—"
He suddenly pulled out of her rear and thrust downwards—
"I think it's time to give her a bit of attention as well," he spoke lustfully, impaling her pussy—he slipped right into it with a light plopping sound, as his shaft was swallowed whole.
Her vision blurred as he bottomed out in her lower passage, the sudden fullness stealing her breath. "O-Oliver—!"
"Tighter here," he groaned, his right hand locking around her hind leg to yank her back onto each thrust. Slick sounds fill the air between them, Yang and Qi, flowing in a steamy and steady flow between them.
Heightening their sensitivity and need for pure pleasure.
Luna couldn't speak anymore—just panting whimpers as he ruined her insides with alternating strokes. Her rear still throbbing from earlier stretches while her pussy clenched greedily around him.
"You like switching holes?" His thumb pressed open her ass cheeks. "Filthy~," he said, pushing his thumb into her freshly used rear, and plopped in and out of her vaginal walls with heavy motion.
"N-no, I—ah! AH!" Her back arched violently when he twisted her arm slightly mid-thrust.
"Give me your other hand," he cooed, pulling his thumb out, and stretched out his open palm.
Luna looked at him, then let go of the tree she was using as support, interlocking their fingers together, "Oliver, Oliver! Oliver!!"