Equine Confusion
#3 of Lasciel On His Own
(I'm going to take this moment to apologize to anyone who was hoping the third chapter would have more yiff. I do actually intend, despite the hot and heavy beginning, to have a decent storyline here. I think it's time to start developing that storyline.)
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I stood up from washing the last of the mess from my fur. The cold water had calmed me down enough to slide me back inside my sheath and I was back in control of my mind. The gorgeous white rabbit of a female had just managed to pull herself to her feet. Her fur was still matted by both of our juices. Her thighs and lower stomach were still wet with the cum of her orgasm from not five minutes ago.
Her own cum had washed away the small amount of blood that had come from where I had torn her ass open with my dick. It wasn't a bad tear and you couldn't even tell it was there anymore. She was remarkably good at taking a lot of cock for her small size and species.
The fine fur that covered her breasts was ruffled and a little stiff from where I had licked over them and they had dried. Her nipples were still a little hard and red from my nibbles and licks. The ripple of muscles in her stomach was smoothed out by her soft white fur which had only one line of cum in a trickle up the middle.
She stood slumped in exhaustion and stared at me with burning accusation in her eyes. They said clearly that though she had not been able to say no to the sex that I had forced upon her that she resented what I had done. She still hated me but she couldn't keep eye contact with me. Her gaze kept flicking down to my sheath and across my chest, following the ripples of muscle that I had acquired in wrestling and hunting.
I kept staring at her eyes and every time she looked back up into my face she found me staring right back at her. She broke away first and moved slowly towards the stream. I went and grabbed a spare set of clothing as she stepped in slowly, wincing at the cold. I slipped my pants on and pulled my shirt over my head.
Glancing at the bunny to make sure she wasn't going to run off I saw her start to splash herself trying to get cleaned off. Walking over to where I had thrown her robe earlier I picked it up and hunted around for a little while before finding the string that had tied it shut. I guess I was a little overenthusiastic.
Walking back over to my pack I pulled out a needle and thread. Quickly and efficiently I stitched the tie back onto the robe. My thread wasn't white but it was good enough to hold together and that was all that mattered. What? Don't look at me like that; there is nothing wrong with a guy knowing how to sew. It's a very useful skill.
I carefully avoided watching her wash, I didn't need to get horny right now. I needed to get moving, I'd already been in one spot for too long. Moving over to the creek downstream from the bunny I washed my dirty clothes roughly and threw them across a rock to dry as best they could. It was getting quite dark but there wasn't much I could do about that.
When I turned back around to go to my pack to finish putting things in it I realized that the rabbit had already gotten back out of the stream and slipped her robe on. As before it exaggerated her curves more than hid them. I walked up to her and this time she was able to meet my eyes the entire time.
This time in addition to the fire of anger in her eyes I saw the shine of confusion. She was asking a question with her entire body. Asking forcefully, needfully. I wasn't sure what she wanted to say but I had some packing to do so I turned to the pack and laid several things carefully into it.
"What's your name?" I asked without looking up. "My name's Lasciel."
There was no answer as I continued to slowly place items in their proper places. When I was finished I closed the pack and hefted it over my shoulder. Wandering over to where I'd left the clothes to dry I picked them up. They were still quite wet, but were no longer dripping. Holding them in my left hand I turned to motion the bunny to follow me but she was already right behind me.
"Why?" she asked quietly.
I froze. I hadn't really thought about it before. Intellectually I knew that I had done it simply because I was sexually frustrated. It didn't seem like a good reason now, but it was the truth. I owed that much, at least, to myself. To tell myself the truth. It made me feel sick to my stomach and I wondered how I could have screwed up that bad. But she was mine now and I couldn't let her go. She was with me forever, what choice did I have?
"I wanted to," was my short reply and even I could hear the shame in it.
She reached up a hand and set it on my elbow. Her red hair hung wet and limp around her face and most of the anger had been drowned in the look of confusion and curiosity. I stepped back instinctively and put a couple feet between us. She didn't pursue me but stood and gave me a steady look that didn't flinch in the least.
"I know why you yiffed me. I want to know why you fixed this," she said in a voice soft and sweet. Yet she was hushed and quiet like she didn't want to be overheard. As she spoke she rested a hand on the tie. She ran a single finger around and over the loops of the knot. "I want to know why you didn't satisfy yourself after you woke up."
I had no answer that I could give her. Earlier I had told myself it was to keep her from running away. But that wasn't true and I knew it. Why had I done it? I wasn't quite sure and since I had no answer I turned and started to turn away to start walking.
"My name is Lashana, Lasciel."