The Stag and the Doe

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Pregnant with Passion

Amelia moaned softly as her lover caressed her stomach, the stag anthro's antlers rising spectacularly above his head, the tines strong and bold. A red deer, he was powerful and solid, his hide bulging with muscle, though Amelia was smaller and lighter, a fallow deer that did not bear any antlers. Spots marked her rump, but they could not be seen as she stretched out across the bed, the sheets rumpling beneath her, twisting up in such a way that she could not be comfortable. Yet she did not have it in her heart to ask him to help her readjust, not with the comfortable touch of him nuzzling her pregnant stomach seducing her, softening the tenderness between them even more.

"David..."

She tried to work her tongue around his name, but the red deer was too powerful, moving over her, his tongue curling into her snatch as she tried to rock her hips up for him. Her head swam with raw passion, yet the love between them was not something that could be held back, not even at such a time. The rise of her belly trembled, heralding the spring of new life to come, and already she wondered whether the fawn she would birth would be a male or a female, the surprise something that they still wanted to hold close to their hearts.

At least for a little while longer. Just a little while...

"David... Ah... Please..."

Amelia whimpered, begging, her paws reaching for him, curling around the base of his antlers, though her trembling touch did not dare hold him there. The tingles of submission vibrating so very sweetly and softly through her were too alluring, a bigger and bigger part of her wanting to submit, to drop down before him, to worship the stag who had put his seed in her womb and brought forth new life. Of course, it was her that was carrying it, but having him as her protector would always make her weak at the knees.

Some things... Well, they just worked.

He was soft and sweet, deliberately sensual as he lapped deeply up into her pussy, one paw spread protectively over her stomach even as he pleased her, brought her to a squirming tease of delight. The doe's thighs closed on either side of his head, soft and plush, her body naturally curvy but even more so with the fullness of her breasts in the later stages of her pregnancy showing through. They hung down heavily, round and full, even her nipples begging attention from the soft swirl of his tongue. Yet David could not do everything at once, muscles bulging obviously through even his coat of fur, the thicker ruff around his neck proudly dominant - but not in a way that he had to scream and shout about it.

No... Anyone that saw him knew that he was the one in charge and with that sense of power and control came responsibility too. The responsibility to love and care for his sweet, sweet doe until the end of his days, to dote on her, to please her, to give her everything that she could have ever wanted in the world and more. He wanted her and he'd taken her, swept her up in his arms and shown her something that she'd never had before, but that was just how everyone was when they were in love. They left the rest of the world, their old lives, behind, bringing everything together into a new sense of being, everything different with their one, true love.

At least, that was how it was for David and Amelia, for the stag himself could not remember at all what life had been like before he'd gotten together with Amelia. His tongue slurped up deeply into her even as he recalled the very first time he'd laid eyes on her, a sports-buck, a jock through and through. Of course, she hadn't given him the time of day, not back then in college, and she cried out as he lapped sweetly around her clit.

He knew her better than he did back then. Much better, in fact.

Amelia panted heavily, her moist nostrils fluttering with little pulses of breath. His tongue did such wonderful things to her that she was hardly present in her reality, the soft, purple bedsheets crumpled under her body. Her hips tried to rise but the weight of her belly, the little one inside, weighed her down, even though her heart still sang so dreamily of the promise of new life. It would come, of course, in time and there was no rushing them out, not when the delight of it all was so stringent in its self-presentation.

"Ah..." She wanted to say more but she could not, fingers brushing the stag's head as his tongue swirled around her clit, plunging back deep inside. "Ah... Please... More... David..."

He knew what she needed, despite her lack of any ability to convey that to him, warm breath tickling her damp folds, juices flowing freely. Grunting into her sex, his soft, wide nose tickled her clit with a tease of sensation while he lapped deep up inside her, his tongue very nearly reaching to her innermost barrier, though he could not quite stretch it that far. His shaft throbbed up against his own stomach, trapped between him and the bed, but David's mind was not on that, panting hotly into her sex.

No... All that mattered, right then and there, was his heavily pregnant doe, the sweetheart who lit up his life. He could have been lost to lust and yet he zeroed in on her with devotion in his gaze, seeing only her. The strong softness of her thighs drew him in more and more, her scent overwhelming him, though not even David could deny himself the tiniest of smirks as he pleasured here, the little cries and twitches that she gave telling him more than her words. He had learned long ago that she was not the most communicative when...well...

And who could blame her? Amelia grunted and groaned, making deeper, more guttural, sounds than before. She wanted to be pretty and delicate and feminine, but it simply was outside the realm of any possibility for her to hold back, whimpering and whining, panting, rocking her hips, craving every last bit of what her lover had to give her. The thickness of his length was surely waiting for her, girthier than those of other stags she had been with, back in college, before she'd gotten with him...but that didn't matter. They fit together perfectly and her mind could not wrap itself around anything else, not even when the opportunity to do so was offered up to her.

He had her right where he wanted her, their pleasure intertwined in such a way that there was no telling where one body ended and the other began, lovers at their best. David grunted and snorted against her body, excited in the rise of his hot breath, muscles bunching and tensing, pushing against her. He rolled his hips as if he was imagining, even then, just how it would feel to push inside her, but that was not the matter of the moment and why he had his tongue driven up into her sex, slurping and moaning.

No... Oh no. He had far more in mind than that, lashing her clit with adoring attention, his sweet doe panting breathlessly. Yet she would be even more breathless at the peak of orgasm, hips juddering, her tail twitching under her buttocks, trapped against the bedsheets. Not even she would want to hold back for pleasure, however, and it was with a feminine squeal that was a little too high-pitched for his sensitive ears that she climaxed. Somehow, Amelia's cloven hooves managed to dig down into the bed, offering her some support and stability to buck and grind up into his muzzle, her juices flowing, soaking his fur.

Not that David minded that in the slightest, of course, grunting against her, a stag in rut, cock hard and wanton. His fertile doe was so very ready to be bred again, even if he could not truly seed her again until their fawn was born, but that did not stop him from being too excited by her, pheromones thick in the air. He might have thought how funny it was what hormones could do if he was not wrapped up in more intoxicating things, but David was more wrapped up in slurping up every last drop of her honey that he could.

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