"You sound so beautiful like this," he said, holding onto both her arms.
His glans effortlessly cut through her slippery folds. "Your voice is already making me want to cum."
Luna's breath came in ragged bursts as Oliver pinned both her arms back, using the leverage to piston deeper. "O-Oliver—!"
"Say it again," he growled, getting up on one knee—his thrusts quickening as he slammed into her pussy with blinding fever, sending ribbons of love nectar everywhere.
"Nngh! Can't think—" Her cloven hooves scrabbled for purchase on slick leaves.
"You will." A particularly brutal thrust had her screaming his name like a prayer. "Louder."
She sobbed openly now, drool dripping out of her gasping mouth. Why does begging feel good? "Oliver! Please—ah! Don't stop!"
"Oliver—!" Her voice cracked as he yanked her arms tighter, bending her spine into a trembling arch.
"Again." His hips snapped forward hard enough to make her teeth clatter.
"O-Oliver!" She writhed against him, tail lashing wildly. Why won't this burning stop?
"You're close," he panted. "I can feel you squeezing me."
He throbbed, "and I'm closer as well~."
Oliver's thrusts turned frantic as he chased his release, pounding Luna without pause. "Come with me," he demanded through gritted teeth. "Now!"
He's going to break me—
Luna's thighs quivered as Oliver's pace turned punishing. "Ngh—too deep! Oliver, stop—!" Her plea dissolved into a gasp when his teeth sank into her body.
"I said now." His fingers dug bruises into her hips, yanking her back onto each thrust after letting go of her hands.
She sobbed, her body bowing under him. "I c-can't—!"
"You will." A sharp slap to her rear made her jerk. "Cum."
Her vision whited out as pleasure ripped through her, muscles clamping down hard enough to wring a groan from Oliver.
"Fuck!" His hips stuttered, warmth flooding her as he spilled with a ragged curse.
Luna collapsed forward, limbs shaking. Used. Ruined. Yet her tail twitched weakly when he pulled out—still craving.
Her tongue dragged over his fingers lazily, tasting salt and sweat.
"Answer me," Oliver pressed, thumb brushing her bottom lip.
Did he? Her lashes fluttered—body limp but thrumming with aftershocks. "Mmh." A noncommittal noise.
He pinched her chin. Words, Luna.
She exhaled sharply through her nose before mumbling against his skin, "…Yes." Too much, yes. The admission burned worse than his teeth had earlier.
Oliver grinned like he'd won something when she shivered again under his touch on the sensitive spot between antlers where bone met skull.
"You sound so beautiful like this," he said, holding onto both her arms.
His glans effortlessly cut through her slippery folds. "Your voice is already making me want to cum."
Luna's breath came in ragged bursts as Oliver pinned both her arms back, using the leverage to piston deeper. "O-Oliver—!"
"Say it again," he growled, getting up on one knee—his thrusts quickening as he slammed into her pussy with blinding fever, sending ribbons of love nectar everywhere.
"Nngh! Can't think—" Her cloven hooves scrabbled for purchase on slick leaves.
"You will." A particularly brutal thrust had her screaming his name like a prayer. "Louder."
She sobbed openly now, drool dripping out of her gasping mouth. Why does begging feel good? "Oliver! Please—ah! Don't stop!"
"Oliver—!" Her voice cracked as he yanked her arms tighter, bending her spine into a trembling arch.
"Again." His hips snapped forward hard enough to make her teeth clatter.
"O-Oliver!" She writhed against him, tail lashing wildly. Why won't this burning stop?
"You're close," he panted. "I can feel you squeezing me."
He throbbed, "and I'm closer as well~."
Oliver's thrusts turned frantic as he chased his release, pounding Luna without pause. "Come with me," he demanded through gritted teeth. "Now!"
He's going to break me—
Luna's thighs quivered as Oliver's pace turned punishing. "Ngh—too deep! Oliver, stop—!" Her plea dissolved into a gasp when his teeth sank into her body.
"I said now." His fingers dug bruises into her hips, yanking her back onto each thrust after letting go of her hands.
She sobbed, her body bowing under him. "I c-can't—!"
"You will." A sharp slap to her rear made her jerk. "Cum."
Her vision whited out as pleasure ripped through her, muscles clamping down hard enough to wring a groan from Oliver.
"Fuck!" His hips stuttered, warmth flooding her as he spilled with a ragged curse.
Luna collapsed forward, limbs shaking. Used. Ruined. Yet her tail twitched weakly when he pulled out—still craving.
Oliver's chest heaved as he caught his breath, still holding Luna's trembling form close. "You were incredible," he murmured against her ear, nuzzling into the sweat-dampened fur there.
His hands wiped sweat off her brow. "So tell me," he rubbed her lips, "did I satisfy you?"
Her tongue dragged over his fingers lazily, tasting salt and sweat. Still dizzy… still full.
"Answer me," Oliver pressed, thumb brushing her bottom lip.
Did he? Her lashes fluttered—body limp but thrumming with aftershocks. "Mmh." A noncommittal noise.
He pinched her chin. "Words, Luna."
She exhaled sharply through her nose before mumbling against his skin, "…Yes." Too much, yes. The admission burned worse than his teeth had earlier.
Oliver grinned like he'd won something when she shivered again under his touch on the sensitive spot between antlers where bone met skull.
"That means our permanent exchange has begun," he whispered into her ear, "so let's have lots of sex with each other in the near future."
"Okay, Luna-chan~"
I suppose so... Luna thought, her mind still hazy from their encounter as Oliver gently stroked her side with his fingers.
"Oliver..." She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. "I'm not sure I can handle more like that."
Her ears flicked at the ridiculous nickname. Chan? What's that supposed to—
Oliver's fingers traced circles on her front leg, making her twitch. "You will," he said, voice smug. "Your body already knows it."
Luna huffed but didn't pull away. Tired… sore… yet still warm where he was inside me. She glanced at the fading bite marks on her arm and back.
"Next time," she muttered, tail flicking, "I'll bite back."
He laughed and nipped her ear in response. "Looking forward to it."
"But first," he looked into her eyes, "have you seen any brown-haired girl, slightly shorter than me, anywhere around here?" he asked, settling back into his concerned act.
He didn't mind showing what cards he had in his hand to any of his stalkers—as they've probably already seen he wasn't normal—and was just focused on portraying his act without them finding out how much he was playing dumb.
He'll stay as long as he can, get the ingredients for his pills, buy a ticket out of Japan, and abuse his foundation Qi to turn rocks into jade and make a fortune while figuring out the dream pattern since he can't stay in this formation for decades as planned.
Maybe I should go to China and con my way to wealth through stone gambling and selling martial arts techniques?
Luna blinked at the sudden shift in topic. "Brown-haired girl?" She sniffed the air absently, antlers tilting.
"Not since last moon cycle," she admitted, pawing at a flower. "Smelled human blood near Silver Creek, though." Her tail flicked toward the northeast.
"Why?" She rested her head on his chest lightly, curious despite herself. "Your mate?"
His laugh was too sharp to be genuine. "Something like that." The way his pupils dilated told another story entirely.
Luna snorted but didn't press further when he abruptly stood and offered a hand up. "Then was she a human queen?"
Luna hopped up onto her hind legs. "I've seen a lot of humans mating with their queens after I found this forest," she said, getting up on her hooves.
Oliver blinked. "Queen?"
She nodded her head. "Yes, a few humans had gathered around the forest, but because of the lack of mates, I've seen them share one for the whole group, but sometimes it was strange. I've seen groups of equal men and women mate, with all mating with one crying queen."
"One group wanted to make me their queen after seeing me like this, but I fought them off, and all their women started screaming and crying while tied up for safety after I killed their mates and looked like I had gone crazy.... So I killed them all as well," she said proudly, her human hand going onto her hips.
Queens? Tied up?
Wait, she can't be talking about...
"But don't worry, there wasn't any brown-haired girl around your height there."
"Humans are so strange." Luna flicked her tail, watching Oliver's face twist in confusion.
"They called their shared female 'queen,'" she explained, stretching her front legs. "The males took turns mounting her while the others watched. Sometimes they'd tie her with vines first." A shudder ran through her at the memory of their scent—musk and desperation thick in the air.
Oliver's grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles turned white. Not mates then. His voice came out strained, "And you killed them all?"
Luna bared her teeth in something too sharp to be a smile. "They tried to chase me into a pit trap first." She tilted her head, antlers catching the sunlight. "I was supposed to be their new queen after breaking their last one. Her arms stretched against the sky unconsciously before adding as an afterthought, "Do you want me to take you to the ferns now?"
His mind filled with disgust, rage, and then... it was gone...
"Yeah, that was our deal, right~?" he said playfully, letting go of his hilt.
Why was he getting mad over people he didn't know?
"And you're right. Luna humans are strange; if I were in their spot, I'd have kept every woman I found for myself," he murmured. "Well, I did just do that to you, right?"
"Hmm?!" she hummed. "So I'm your soulmate now?"
Oliver looked at her and chuckled. "God no," he laughed. "I'm just saying I've updated my plans, and I'll take every woman I see here for me and me alone."
Luna's ears twitched at his casual cruelty. He's worse than the vine trappers.
"You'd chain them all?" she asked, stepping back.
Did my intent translate to chain? Or did what she said translate to that word for me?
Oliver shrugged. "If they're pretty enough." His fingers traced her antler base. "You're lucky I like my prey wild."
Run. Her muscles tensed—but his grip tightened warningly on her scalp.
"The ferns," he reminded her, smile sharp. "Moonrise won't wait."
She bared her teeth but turned toward the forest. "Stupid human." Yet her tail lifted slightly when his footsteps followed close behind.