A Feidh's Folly - Chapter Two -

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#2 of A Feidh's Folly

Caerwyn finds himself inexplicably drawn back into the woods, for another dalliance with the Doe...


A Fèidh's Folly

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

13th January, 2024

All Rights Reserved.

Fèidh (c) Possum, used permission and thanks

Caerwyn ventured back into the forest, exchanging courteous nods with the two sentries stationed at the village's edge. They seemed indifferent to his destination, offering a polite acknowledgement as he strolled past. Tucked under one arm, he cradled his rough leather-bound journal, a repository for the insights and information he'd gathered from his explorations of the wood's flora and fauna.

Once he had wandered far from the village, just letting himself explore its expanse, he reveled in the presence of a small, swiftly flowing, and surprisingly chilly stream. Mesmerized by the flicker and flash of trout in the stream, he stared enraptured for some time, before sitting down and writing in his journal about their location and characteristics. Those who foraged for food for the Fèidh might not know of this resource, so it didn't hurt to note it.

After he'd finished, he closed his journal and set it aside, taking a moment to soak his cloven hooves and shins in the water, leaning back and just taking in the warmth of the sun and the peaceful serenity that surrounded him. He knew, consciously, that he still had many decades of study ahead of him, if he was to ever come close to the understanding of the Fèidh magicks...

After some time, Caerwyn resumed his wandering, somehow, through subconscious thought or fate - he wasn't sure which - he found himself back at that clearing again.

Once more, his mind returned to that which had transpired here - and he felt a warm flush creep up his cheeks. Laying himself down, he settled his cloak beneath him, and placed his paws behind his head, just gazing up at the sky and its cerulean colours. Restful and calm, he tried to attune himself to the insects and nature itself, that surrounded him - his eyelids slowly closing as he just let it come as it may...

*

After a while, Caerwyn sat upright, then resumed to inscribe his sentiments in his journal. Amid such majestic beauty, the naive and curious young Fèidh found solace and comfort. He inhaled deeply of the crisp, clean air, allowing it and the warmth of the sun to give him life-giving energy, that filled him from cloven hooves to ear-tips. Relaxed by the beautiful day, he slowly began to succumb to a drowsy and restive state.

Caerwyn, embraced in the tranquillity around him, suddenly quivered - an elusive disturbance rippled through his consciousness. It was like the tattered remnants of a fading dream, it teased the edges of his conscious mind before slipping away, leaving him momentarily confused.

As he stood, closing his book and returning it to the belt pouch, capping his feather quill and stoppering the ink bottle, Caerwyn carefully put them away, then opened himself as much as he could to the forces around him.

A subtle unease lingered, an elusive feeling that something had subtly shifted just beyond the realm of his perception. Blinking, he quivered, then shook his head, dismissing this thought as a fleeting trick of his inquisitive and over-active mind.

Sitting back down, he retrieved his implements and his journal, finding comfort in writing his observations.

After a few more moments, his senses rippled once more - this time, it was like how he knew a terrible tempest was looming over the horizon. In his mind, the air grew colder, and Caerwyn paused, his quill tumbling from his suddenly chilled and nerveless fingers. His keen instincts warned him of an unsettling disturbance in the natural order of the forest. His frown deepened, and a palpable tension settled over the clearing, sending numerous chills down Caerwyn's spine.

Wait - _Caerwyn's thoughts ran through his mind, his eyes widening. _Where'd the birds and insects go?...

As he stood up, then slowly turned about, Caerwyn extended his senses to their limits, reaching out with both intuition and his meager Fèidh magicks. As he turned, a chilling touch, dark and ethereal, brushed against his mind - an unsettling caress like the presence of an eldritch phantom. Startled, he whimpered, feeling this dark, intrusive presence, his mind sensing its shadowy undercurrent that lurked beneath the serenity of the woods.

He struggled, then perhaps finding his mind unworthy - or uninteresting - the presence faded away, leaving him trembling and nervous after the encounter. He'd never experienced anything like it, and mentally made a note to talk with an Elder, just in case it was some premonition of impending danger to himself - or worse - the Fèidh themselves.

*

Sometime later, feeling more settled and calmer, Caerwyn resumed resting on the ground, trying to attune himself back to the natural ebb and flow of the now peaceful forest once more. A snap of a twig made him lose his concentration, as his eyes went wide and his ears flattened, a shiver rippling down his back and making his tail fluff out to twice its normal size.

To his surprise, came a familiar bleat - and the Doe from the other day, strode out into the clearing then paused - staring at him, before her ears flicked forward and he blinked twice, as he looked back - his mind telling him it was certain this enigmatic doe's lips had slightly curled into a semblance of a smile. When he looked again, she had a curious and calm appearance, before she quietly clopped her way towards him, her ears forward and tail raised.

Her presence and gentle elegance with how she moved, seemed to carry a soothing energy with it, a stark contrast to the disquieting forces he had experienced not so long ago. As she approached him, then tenderly nuzzled and licked him again, Caerwyn laughed quietly and tenderly stroked her.

"Hello, forest sister - it warms my heart, to meet you again!"

Once more, she merely looked at him, tilting her head to the side, having no idea of the noises he made or their significance. With silent reassurance and surprising trust, the doe nuzzled against his side and tenderly nudged him with her forehead. Her scent, pure and lingering with the smell of pine and other scents, filled his nose.

"I never imagined, I'd see you again - " He whispered, tenderly cupping her chin and gazing into her eyes.

Confused, the doe merely blinked her eyelids, then licked his forehead again.

"Easy girl, easy!" Caerwyn laughed, tenderly stroking her neck. "What are you doing back here? I thought... well - after what we shared..."

Curious, the Doe merely blinked again, then nuzzled Caerwyn's chin, her wedge-like tail slowly moving from side to side. Caerwyn felt those urges again, but this time, he willingly suppressed them, as he shook his head and spoke quietly and calmly with her.

"I - we - can not..."

With a snort through her nostrils, the doe lapped at Caerwyn's chin again, then nuzzled at his tunic, before playfully gripping it and tugging at it.

"Hey!" Caerwyn giggled. "Stop that, please..."

Obediently, she released him, before lowering her head, as if feeling chastised by his words, glancing up through long eyelashes, giving Caerwyn an inquisitive look, before she bleated gently and raised her tail fully, swaying it from side to side in an increasingly quicker manner.

Caerwyn became enraptured and surprised - yet her attentions weren't overtly breeding-wise oriented - after all, she was a wild, feral doe - he an intelligent, sentient Fèidh...

With a tender nuzzle, the Doe brushed against Caerwyn's flank, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Far above, the forest leaves murmured and rustled in their ancient, forgotten voices, the trees silent witnesses to the courtship that was unfolding in the clearing.

"I... we can not..." Caerwyn repeated, gently of voice, but with force behind it, holding her chin gently and looking into her deep woodland brown eyes. "What we did - what I done - it was wrong. Yet how do I make you understand? You're a feral doe, a wild, free spirit of the woods - I am a Feidh -"

In the silent embrace of the clearing, the Doe's ear flicked, a subtle signal that something more than mundane was on her mind. Her pale lips parted, as she traced a swirling, slick lick from his lips, up between his leathery nostrils and up to his forehead, before teasingly lapping at the base of his right ear.

An almost feral moan escaped Caerwyn's muzzle and all semblance of logic and reasoning fled in the unexpected and sensual attentions this doe brought to him. Casting a furtive glance left and right, he swallowed, a nervous smile playing on his lips. Unable to resist her attentions, reminded of what he and her had shared previously, almost all of his common sense departed, leaving only his more, primal nature in control. He tenderly stroked along her flank, he sat down, patting the sun-warmed grass, inviting her to lay down and join him.

Initially hesitant, the Doe balked at his offer, before his kindness...

Looking down, she swallowed, then looked back up at him, her ears flicking fowards in unmistakable pleasure as her eyes had taken in his sheath and testicles. His willingness - overcame any fear or hesitation she might have had within her.

Kneeling at first, the Doe folded her long front legs beneath herself, before her hind legs followed, as she gracefully lay down on her belly, gazing up at him with a look of innocence and trust in the Fèidh.

"You're so...beautiful and trusting - I'd never hurt you, you know that, don't you?"

Caerwyn quickly disrobed, setting his clothing aside once more, revealing his desires for the inquisitive young doe to see - as he swiftly reached arousal as she watched, her eyes widening, and tail flagging quicker.

"Now... This will be - different to the last time," Caerwyn whispered, as he tenderly stroked her flank and fluttered his hand against the white underside of her tail. "More...gentle and less - well, trust me...please?"

He awkwardly moved on his knees, until he knelt behind her, then reached forwards to tenderly cup her backward-looking chin in his right paw, the other tenderly sliding along her side and down towards her belly.

As if sensing what he wanted, the Doe blinked and lifted her hind leg, her lips parting and showing the pale pink of her mouth, as she bleated and flicked her tail twice against the now prominent member that hid beneath the robe he wore.

She continued to watch the Fèidh, her gaze filled with a surprising trust and compassion towards her chosen, if strange, stag.

"Easy now my deer - " Caerwyn whispered, his fingers cupping her chin.

Obediently, the doe lay still, continuing to look back at him, as Caerwyn shuddered and moved a little closer before his penis brushed against the velvet-like labial fur.

"Shh, easy..."

Caerwyn began to mount her with extreme care and gentleness, feeling her labia part, then the slick vaginal walls welcoming his intruding length into her hot, slick folds. With a quiet bleat, the doe trembled and continued to keep her eyes fixated on him.

"You're so...warm and..."

Caerwyn gurgled, as he slid his hand down her lifted hind leg, and tenderly brushed her four teats with his fingers, giving a gentle thrust.

Her body instantly responded to the stag inside her, the vaginal walls clenching and relaxing, as she blinked and bleated happily, gazing at him with a look of perfect trust and adoration.

"You're...amazing..."

He pulled back, then shivered as his throbbing length carefully pushed back, the Doe tightening her vaginal muscles as if knowing exactly how much pleasure it would bring her stag - and she. Caerwyn's sticky pre-ejaculate squirted again and again, as the two lovers were soon groin to rump, him buried inside her as he leaned forwards over her and lifted her chin gently.

"I want..."

His voice trailed away, as he shivered and pulled back, before once more sliding inside her, feeling the doe quiver beneath him, a subtle twitch as she kept her attentions purely on the Fèidh.

"I would like to attempt something with you," Caerwyn murmured.

The Doe, curious, tilted her head slightly, one ear forward and the other back. Then, both ears swept forward, and she blinked - whether in confusion, acceptance, or consent, he could not discern from her body language. As he leaned in, the Doe grunted softly under the added weight, yet displayed no reluctance or attempt to escape from this unnatural mating.

Caerwyn proceeded cautiously, leaning closer and tilting his head to the side. Using his thumb and ring finger, he gently opened the Doe's muzzle. It took a few awkward tries, but she quickly grasped what he intended and obediently kept her mouth open. Though a hint of confusion lingered in her eyes, she seemed to trust her enigmatic stag. With tenderness, Caerwyn smiled at her, tilting his head the opposite way, then ever so carefully, pressed his furred lips against those of the doe. He anticipated her pulling away or becoming fearful, yet he was surprised as her eyes widened, and her ears twitched backward - yet willingly permitted this strange, new experience.

Caerwyn's tongue cautiously touched her own, and her ears pricked forwards, yet again, she made no effort to disengage or act frightened. It marked a moment of unspoken understanding, that further solidified this bond between the Doe and the Fèidh. It was as if their two souls emanated a subtle power, that meshed and bound each other together.

His eyes closed, breaths shallow through his flaring nostrils, he was lost in the pleasures of mating with her, and this very moment - her unflagging trust and willingness in him. He was unaware - oblivious and unguarded...

Simultaneously, the doe's eyes subtly shifted, her expression briefly altering, before it vanished as suddenly as it came, a fleeting secret concealed beneath her curious, inquisitive surface.

As their kiss gently broke, Caerwyn's eyes fluttered open, his senses still overwhelmed by the moment - and the intimacy that they continued to share. With a delicate, yet fervent motion, he maintained his careful movements, attuned to her in a way he'd never imagined possible. He could read her body language and expressions on her face. Remarkably, she remained not only a willing participant in this moment but an equal and ardent eagerness to share herself with her stag.

After an hour and a half, Caerwyn began to quiver, and the doe twitched, perhaps sensing their passionate dalliance was coming full circle. With a gasp and a sharp, quick thrust, he buried himself inside her - once again sending his semen deep into her body. To his surprise, the Doe herself suddenly trembled and her breathing turned into gasping pants as her vaginal walls crushed down on him, then his groin and thighs grew wet as her orgasm swept their combined souls away.

*

After their passionate encounter, Caerwyn and the Doe lay together, he still sheathed inside her, her resting her head on the ground and panting softly, Caerwyn's heavy breathing and sweat-slick fur betraying his exertions. Overhead, the sunlight warmed them both, as he tenderly stroked her teats and belly.

He was amazed, in more a blissful haze, consumed by the bond that had forged itself between this Doe and himself. He stroked her fur gently, a sense of contentment washing over him as he smelt the Doe's scent and realized she had been well pleasured - and genuinely seemed to enjoy this forbidden moment.

Oblivious, unable to see her eyes, Caerwyn was unaware of the subtle shift manifested in the depths of her brown eyes. It was almost imperceptible, a change, a fleeting shadow that danced at the edges, only to retreat once more into the warmth of her gaze, as she lifted her head and bleated softly at him.

"Yes... I adore you as well, my amazing, beautiful forest sister." Caerwyn whispered, resuming his tender caress.

As Caerwyn continued to praise her and lavish his affection upon the gentle doe, the forest canopy far around them began to shift and sway, as a chilling breeze swept over the treetops. Unbeknown to the Fèidh, tendrils of eldritch energy moved unseen and unknown, spreading across the glade, gently caressing the duo who lay in blissful ignorance.

The doe, comfortable in Caerwyn's company, nestled up against his belly and chest, her head resting on his forearm. Her eyes, now back to their innocent, curious appearance, were partially hidden behind her heavy eyelids that fluttered as she barely clung to wakefulness. Caerwyn, still wrapped in the emotions and sensations he could still feel at work within the Doe, stayed firmly inside her, his groin pressed hard against her rump.

Above them, the forest rustled and murmured, in its ancient, forgotten tongue. A subtle change began to alter it, where it was once alive with the vibrancy and urgency of its forest denizens, it now seemed hushed in reverence - perhaps at the actions of the Doe and Fèidh. The air itself grew still and the rustling leaves drew quiet...

Caerwyn, oblivious to the subtle and overt changes, shuddered as the Doe twitched against him, and then she began to struggle, trying to get to her cloven hooves. Carefully, he dismounted, feeling his sticky fur cling to hers for a moment before parting - both stag and doe momentarily wincing. He pushed himself backward, then watched as she staggered to her hooves and shook herself before she turned around and affectionately nuzzled and licked Caerwyn's chest and throat.

He smiled and playfully licked her throat in return, before giving her an adoring scratch under her chin.

"For what you have given me, freely and willingly, I can not express - " Caerwyn's eyes shone with the love and admiration he had for her.

Caerwyn watched her, as she stepped away, then he tried to get up. Suddenly, he grappled with an unexpected wave of weakness, his legs threatening to send him tumbling back to the loamy soil.

With a startled bark, the doe leaped aside, her eyes reflecting both concern and confusion. Caerwyn, shuddering and disoriented, stood, his legs widely spaced apart. Beads of sweat sprinkled his fur, and he panted heavily, trying to draw breath.

"I'm...I'm alright - Caerwyn rasped, as he waved a quivering paw at her. "I think I just... stood up too quickly..."

Bent over for what seemed almost like an eternity, Caerwyn clutched his knees, shuddering and panting. Slowly, the disorienting weakness receded, leaving him with a slight wobble as he made his way toward the now very distressed and concerned Doe. He placed a quivering paw on the back of her neck, then caressed down towards her tail, trying to offer reassurance and comfort.

"I'm okay," He offered, as he kissed her lightly between the ears.

Responding with a concerned bark, the doe blinked, then nuzzled him, her eyes flickering between him and her forest home.

"Go, go on sister. I can not find the words to express how much your gift means to me."

_For if it harms none - where is the harm in that which we share together? _Caerwyn pondered.

As the doe nuzzled him again, before moving towards the edge of the forest. Pausing for a moment, she gazed back at him with a look of pure trust, before she bleated and vanished back into the woods once more.

After her departure, Caerwyn knelt back down, the suppressed trembling returning as he placed a paw against his forehead. Despite the heat and sweat from their shared mating, he dismissed the idea he might be falling ill. He just put it down to the pleasure and exertion they'd shared, then brushed his paws over his sweat-slick body and rolled his eyes, the words of the Elder returning to his mind, as he scooped up his belongings and started making his way back towards that stream, intending to bathe until all trace and scent of the doe was gone...

To Be Continued...