Twin's Fate: Revelations

Story by Kalan on SoFurry

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#2 of Twin's Fate

Lucius and Lucilla grow up always knowing that there is something strange about them. Something different. It's only when Lucilla is forced to pose as a stag that the truth comes out and they're forced to recognize that they will never lead a normal life. Not when the Empire believes they are misborn and may, at any moment, call for their death.


The full moon cast blue and black dapples through the trees that were starting to lose their leaves from the cool change from summer to autumn. It was a peaceful night and the night insects sang out brightly as a chirruping song that would have soothed even the most ruffled temper, but did nothing for the young stag that curled miserably beneath an oak tree. Lucius' sides were no longer spotted with his youth, though his legs were still too long for his slender body. He curled his long legs beneath his body to keep his hooves tucked against his belly and his proud head was lowered to brush right along the folded forelegs. His ears were pinned back in misery as he stared up at the full moon that should have meant so much, but he had been denied all of it. He had been denied everything.

Lucius had known from the time he had been born that there was something strange about himself and his twin. He had known it from the first muzzy thoughts that went through his head as he tilted his muzzle up to suckle at his mother's milk swollen teats. He had known that something wasn't right in his world no matter how lovely the life was given to him as he helped his parents with the farm and learned the trade that made his father successful. There were no idle hands on the farm, but the hard work was rarely without its own entertainment. Not when Lucilla, his twin, was eager to make up games to ensure that time went by quickly and neither of them were forced to go about their tasks mindlessly. She always knew the best stories as well, which also helped things go swiftly. And she was the only one that he could confide his certainty that things weren't as they should be.

He had always accepted that his mother stood on four legs and his father on two. It was the way of the world and he hadn't questioned it when he was a fawn. His father avoided such questions with old tales and legends that would ensnare Lucius' mind until he forgot about the question of why anyone had four legs. Lucilla didn't seem to be as concerned as he was about the state of things. She loved having two legs and often outpaced her twin when they raced. His world was strange, but in its own quiet way it was also perfect. It was all the world he needed in his mother, father and sister. He learned from his parents and his playmate was also his twin. It wasn't until he had started to form his first spikes that he found out how horribly different he was. It wasn't until the first full moon of fall that he knew something was wrong.

It wasn't until Papa refused to take me to Stag's Eve._ _The young buck flicked his ears back and rested his head against his forelegs miserably. When his sister had been sent off he had known that something wasn't right. He had known it was skewed.

Stag's Eve was the first full moon of fall when fawns that had lost their spots were brought to a gathering to be presented to be allowed to take the name of stag instead of fawn. They were named heir's of their family's farm or estate. It was a place where they could challenge each other and size one another up before they were old enough to be affected by the does. They formed friendships that would carry them through life and were given a chance to see the guard and military up close. That was when the Captain's would tap out those who were likely enough that they could go into the cadets to be trained for war and officers. It was everything that a young stag longed for, but he was denied it. He had stormed out of the house and stamped his front hooves in impotent anger at the sight of his sister preparing to leave with his father.

"Why can't I go?" He flicked his black tipped ears up and stomped one of his hooves. "I am a buck, Lucilla is not! I should not be forced to stay here and not be recognized as a stag!"

"I can't explain it, Lucius. I can't explain it and you are too young to understand. You must trust me when I say that you cannot go to town." His father's voice had been weary and he'd exchanged a long look with his mother. "Tonight you are a stag, no matter that there are no priests chanting your name. But you cannot go to town."

"I wish you could go instead of me." Lucilla's voice was wistful and her large brown eyes were looking down at her hooves and over the bulky shirt that had been tugged over her. "Please don't be angry at me."

"Then stay home! I will go!" Lucius' voice nearly broke as he jerked his head up high. "This isn't for you, this is my night!"

"No. You will understand one day, my son. You will understand and then you will have to make your own choices." His father's voice had held the sharp tone that signaled finality of the argument. It was pointless to keep pressing the matter past that, but it hadn't made the young stag feel any better about the situation.

"Stay with me, Lucius. We have to gather the acorns before the first frost ruins them." His mother had stepped up to lick him comfortingly behind the ears as he'd been force to watch them leave.

I should help her with the acorns. _ _Lucius sighed out and lifted his head up to look at his mother in the distance as she used her nose and hind hooves to kick acorns into a pile. _Why couldn't I go? I'm a stag! It's not fair! _

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Lucilla walked beside her proud strong father and her hooves felt weighed down and leaden as she kept up with him as they made their way up along the curving road. She didn't dare look up at the powerful features of her father. She didn't dare try to talk to him. She only followed just behind him and kept her ears angled flat down against her head as she fought not to cry. Her throat felt as if it were blocked with the heavy lump of a secret she had never wanted to carry. A secret her father had told her months ago and forced her to conceal from her brother. A secret that hadn't lasted past the first trial Marcus had given it and her.

"It is not your fault." Her father's voice was deep and rough. "I had no right to hope or believe that it would truly work."

"I tried, Papa." Lucilla dared to glance up at the shadowed features of the large buck. "I tried, but they were so rough!"

"It is not your fault." Marcus tilted his head down to glance at her and his chest heaved in a heavy sigh. "Go find your brother, Lucilla. I must talk with your mother about what this means."

"But Papa-" She moved her hand up to try and hold his arm, but his hand dropped down to run his fingers through her head fur lightly.

"Go on, girl. We'll all talk in the morning." The stag's voice wasn't harsh, but weary and heavy with sadness that boded no good for the future.

Lucilla could only watch as he continued on without her and his powerful form flashed beneath the setting mood. The twelve tines of his antlers glistened slightly as he stretched out into a run she couldn't hope to match and she swallowed roughly. Secrets. Her entire family was made of secrets and she was forced to carry one of her own. She gave herself a shake and turned towards the pasture where she knew that her brother preferred to sleep rather than in the house. He loved to rest beneath a large oak tree that formed a hollow right at the base of the sprawling roots that kept him warm no matter how cold the wind blew. Judging by the way that he'd looked at her with such heart break earlier, she knew that he would have retreated there.

She had barely gone a few dozen feet before she saw the tell tale form nestled in the dry leaves and she caught the soft sound of his breathing. The moment she saw him she wanted to run to Lucius' side and curl up beside him as she always did when they both felt miserable or upset. She wanted to stroke his neck and pillow her head against his shoulder and feel soothed by each other's company.

How can I? _ The lump in her throat turned into a choked cry. _Everything we think is wrong. Everything we know is lost to us.

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Lucilla froze in place and flicked her ears back against her head as she tried to keep her mind away from Stag's Eve, but it was a losing battle. Marcus had dressed her as a boy and forced to wear tight pants and a wrapped lower shirt that hid the soft rise of her udders. He had rehearsed with her over and over that her true name was Lucius and that she must never reveal that she is not a stag. It had been so strange when he first took her aside to train her, but she hadn't questioned him. How could she question her father? But as time went on she had been forced to keep more and more from her brother. She had been forced to avoid him to keep away from questions that she couldn't answer. Their father had kept his reasons to himself up until they had started head into town.

The doe flattened her ears miserably against her head and hesitated as she watched her sleeping twin. How was she to know that they were the first of their kind? She had found herself walking in a city that was populated by graceful does that walked proudly on all fours unfettered by clothing. And every two legged creature she had seen had boasted antlers or spikes. Marcus had kept his hand on her shoulder and guided her through the crowds with his features set in a frown and his eyes darkened with worry. He hadn't tried to explain, he hadn't tried to say anything at all, he'd only forced her to present herself as a young stag that hadn't gotten his first spikes yet. And she knew why. There was no such thing as a doe who could walk on two legs. It was unheard of. Just as unheard of as a buck who strode about on four legs.

"Cervinia and Jaspus created you just as they created me, my little one." Father had murmured to her when she froze on the streets. "There is no shame in it, but those who live and die by superstition would see you as different. And in their small minds, they would blame you for things that you ought not be blamed for."

Lucilla choked back a sob that came to her throat that stirred the buck from his position at the base of the tree. She hadn't meant to let him know that she was there, but after the first sob his head jerked up from where it lay on the ground. "Lucilla?"

The doe wrapped her arms over herself and forced herself to take a deep breath. "I didn't mean to wake you." Her voice came out rough even to her own ears.

"What's wrong, sister?" The buck's form was a shadow in the darkness, but she could make out the sweep of his broad ears and the hint of the spikes that were coming in. "Did something happen to Father?"

"No, no nothing happened to father." She closed her eyes and heard the sound of his hooves coming towards her a moment before his muzzle bumped against her chest affectionately. She automatically put her hands up to keep his cheeks before the sob she had stifled rose up again. "Lucius, we never should have been."

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The buck stared at his sister and flicked his ears flat against her head as the sob broke past the garbled words. His black padded nose flared slightly and he gave his head a short jerk back and forth in denial of what she was saying. Before he could even find a way to respond her slender body pressed against his side and her hands wrapped round Lucius' neck. He tilted his head enough to offer his shoulder to pillow her muzzle and tried to shift to his side so that he could partially curl around her. His muzzle brushed against her shoulder and rubbed upwards as he felt another sob making her body rock against his own.

"What do you mean? Lucilla, make sense." He nosed up against one of her ears and felt her draw in a shuddering breath.

"D-do you know why you couldn't go to town, Lucius?" The doe glanced up and he stiffened slightly at the question. "It's because you can't be hidden and I could. Or Father thought I could." Her face crumbled and the fingers along his neck tensed up slightly.

"Hidden? Why would he want to hide you?" He bumped his nose along the curve of her shoulder lightly. "You know that Father has always been proud of you. You're so clever with those fingers of yours and he's even being teaching you how to braid leather."

"Because I'm not like Mother! You are!" Lucilla's voice cracked slightly. "We weren't allowed in town because they'd know and we'd know. Th-they figured it out when some bucks tried to wrestle with me and get me to play their fighting games. It barely lasted an hour, but I figured out why Father took me."

"Make sense!" Lucius didn't mean to snap, but the words came out in a rough bark. "Just tell me straight forward why you are upset."

"Father never told you about Cervinia and Jaspus and how we were created. Cervinia is the patron goddess of we does because we are supposed to be a part of life and the living world. The does are supposed to balance the world and the changes that the bucks create. Because Jaspus is the god of change and invention." Lucilla pulled away from his shoulder and tucked her knees up close against her chest. "That's why Father has two legs and clever hands, because he is one of the sons of Jaspus and made to change the world. And that's why Mother walks on four legs like the beasts of the forest, because she is the daughter of Cervinia and was born to walk with nature and ensure that the stags do not destroy the world with their changes. Th-that's why I had to go to Stag's Eve, because I walk on two legs. F-father can't hide your antlers, but he tried to cover me up to present as a stag. Only stags walk on two legs, so we're freaks. M-misborns."

"Lucilla!" Lucius flattened his ears and jerked his head up at the spill of words. "That's not true and you know it. Father is just worried because we're unique. I'm sure there are other does just like you and they're perfectly lovely."

"The Governor called me a misborn." He watched his sister huddle in on herself. "He threw mud at me and Father and said that we were an abomination under Jaspus."

"He what?!" Lucius surged to his feet with an angry bark. His long legs nearly knocked his sister over as he snorted out a hot puff of breath. "I will gore him!"

Bit by bit he drew the story from his crying sister and ever word made his stomach go cold while he fought to keep himself from tearing to Hephestus and goring the Governor himself. Lucilla had been presented, but a few hard blows during the stags play had broken through their father's attempt to hide her true gender. The Governor had been incensed and demanded Marcus explain himself to the council in three days as to why they had been allowed to live. Through her choked sobs Lucius heard how Marcus had remained silent, neither defending his daughter nor himself at the accusations. Through it all Lucilla had felt as if she were about to be set upon by the group for her gender as time and again stags had barked out condemnation that she hadn't been exposed.

"He said nothing!" Lucius gave his head a shake until his chin was tucked down in an instinctive flash of his antlers. "How could Father let them say such vile things! I would never let you be killed, it's not our fault we were born this way. Besides, is it so big a town that we are that unique?"

"We're misborn, Lucius." The doe rested her chin on her knees and trembled in the darkness. "I'm not Cervinia's daughter and you are not Jaspus' son. The gods are deaf to us and b-b-better to be d-d-dead then live that way. F-Father couldn't defend us, because he knew it was true. He d-didn't say anything on the walk home, b-but stayed quiet. He couldn't argue with what they said. Wh-what stag would want a doe like me? What d-doe would want a buck like you?"

Lucius stared down at his sister as the tears rolled down her dark brown cheeks and her entire body trembled. She was nearly pressed against his forelegs as she cried as if her heart were breaking. The buck fought down the urge to go demand an accounting from a father, he fought away the fear and shame that he was made like a doe. He lowered his head and tried to nudge her arm as another sob broke from his sister's chest and she flinched away. Damned. Cursed. Misborn. How could they be those things when they had done nothing to deserve it? They had only been born and that was no sin! No matter how others might think, it was no sin at all!

"Lucilla, please.." He bumped her arm and felt his sister pull away. "Don't cry, please don't cry. They are stupid and ignorant. Why would Cervinia curse you? And why would Jaspus curse me? We've always prayed to them and honored their names. And if we were so wrong surely Father would have never raised us, but he did and Mother as well. Please..."

Instead of comforting her Lucilla seemed to cry harder, her trembling body pressed against his legs as he felt desperate and glanced around. Her sobs broke the clear night air and made him long for something he could do to protect her. How could his sister be wrong? Her lovely form and quick mind were admirable and he had always felt proud to call her his sister! He lowered his muzzle and brushed against her ears lightly as he felt her tremors stilling slightly. If a buck couldn't see past her two legs to the beauty of her mind and clever ways, then they were idiots. She was a prize. She was unique. He was unique. The young stag lowered his muzzle and lipped against her muzzle until he tasted her tears on her tongue.

"Please don't cry, Lucilla, I love you. I'll always love you." He murmured and bumps his nose up beneath her own so that his sister's graceful muzzle tilted towards him. He pressed his lips against her own in the same way he had watched his parents kiss. Lucius felt her stiffen as he brushed his tongue out against her smaller muzzle, but soon a hand cupped against his cheek as he tried to show her through a gentle touch how much he loved her. How much he'd always love her.

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Lucilla had always been able to cry with Lucius. He had always been her rock when she couldn't hold back her feelings and it felt as if a dam had been broken when she'd told him what had happened. Her mind locked on the face of the elderly buck who had demanded to know why she had been raised. It had been so disgusted at the sight of her that she felt as if she were worthless. The worst part had been her father's silence. He had lowered his head and antlers, but hadn't given an excuse, he only borne the brunt of it as the bucks had turned their antlers towards him. She had been terrified that they would kill them both, but in the end they had been released and her father summoned back at the next Senate meeting to face sentence.

Her tears and terror had been washed away the moment she felt his proud muzzle against her own. It wasn't a gentle stroke or lick to make the tears stop, but his lips found her own. They brushed along her muzzle before his tongue flickered out to brush her outer lips. It was an intimate kiss that made her tense up when the tongue teased just along the edge of her lips. She almost jerked back away from it, she nearly pushed against his chest and demanded to know what he was doing, but something stopped her. She tilted her head and let her own tongue flick out to gently catch against the smooth velvet of his upper lip. For a single blissful moment their kiss lengthened and their tongues met before her brother pulled his head back.

"Lucilla, you aren't misborn and neither am I. How could a stag not wish you? You are swift and clever, you are able to create and build and you are far better than any doe that has ever walked on four legs." Lucius' voice was soft in the darkness and she automatically moved a hand up to brush along the curve of his neck.

"Lucius.." She swallowed the words that threatened to rise up, but the answer came in a flicker of the tongue over her muzzle.

"And if you were misborn, then I would be as well." The stag lifted his head up and canted his head to one side. "And how could you possibly not admit how terribly handsome I am!"

The doe couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up as her brother tilted his head back in a pose that should have flashed a proud head of antlers, but his spikes only stabbed at the sky. She grinned to herself and stood up with a slight bounce so that she could catch the spikes in either hand and tug the head towards her. Lucius snorted out and pulled back against the touch, but she had him trapped as she pulled his head against her torso and hugged him close. Her fingers stroked along the fur of his powerful neck and ran along the curve of her throat. She stroked back and forth just enough that she felt him pressing into her touch with a sigh.

"Ugh I can't believe he made you wear this." The buck jerked his head back enough so that his lips could tug at the bindings that held her teats hidden. "You look much better without, Lucilla."

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Lucius drew in a breath as he joked with his sister and felt his heart lurching in his chest at the warm sweet scent of her. She had always smelled so lovely, but now that he was close and pressed against her lower belly he drew in a deeper breath that swelled his chest. It wasn't like Mother's milky scent, but a crisp scent that made him chase after it. He covered his own uneasy thoughts as he caught the edge of the bindings between his teeth and gave it a firm tug. The material tugged and went tight over her body before he jerked his head up and the strips came free to reveal the soft pale pink tips of her teats. His sister playfully tugged at the cloth hanging from his muzzle and he let her have it.

"Well, it certainly didn't-AH!" Lucilla's words stopped as the young stag lifted his hand and brushed his muzzle along one soft teat. "L-Lucius."

The buck swung his ears forward as he puffed out a warm breath against the warm mound and he lipped lightly against the bare pink nipple against the white fur. He could feel her body shaking and her hands moved to grip his cheeks as he worked his lips out to pull lightly along the nipple. His nose brushed along the fur and drew in more of that scent before he was able to capture the teat and pull it along the heat of his tongue. He rolled his eyes up to watch his sister's ears fall back and heard a soft cry escaping her as he suckled and rolled the firm nub right along the curve of his tongue. Each pull made her arch a bit forward before squirming back.

Lucius was ready to draw his head away if she tried to escape, his entire being protested the idea of pulling away, but he was ready to. She never told him to. Her light touch remained right against the curve of his cheeks as he rolled the nipple back and forth along his tongue. His teeth grazed lightly along it and the moment he did she let out a soft noise. The sound made his stomach tighten and he pushed his head up so that his tongue pulled along the nipple and started to swirl in circles around the tight nub. He could feel himself tensing along his stomach, but it wasn't until he the cool night air that he realized that his boned slender member had escaped the pale white sheath. His embarrassment only lingered for a moment and left as his sister's hands dropped down to the edge of her pants.

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Lucilla felt as if the hot tongue that teased around the edge of her nipple was setting her afire. She tried to say something to stop her brother, but his gentle touch stroked a part of her that she never realized was designed for pleasure. She arched herself up and flicked her tail behind her as his teeth caught the edge of her nipple and pulled. Her breathing came a bit faster, but it only made the sensations sharper as she caught the faint sharp musk on the air. She wrinkled her nose back a bit at the harshness, but at the same time she felt as if she were losing control of herself as the stag started to tease her with purposeful caresses of his tongue. When the lips popped the nipple free and started to lick along her edges of her pink udder.

The doe was never sure what made her do it, but her hands moved down to the confining pants that their father had given her. The tie off that secured it over her hips and tail was easy to pull free and the result was immediate. Lucius' head jerked back as she let the material slip down to reveal the slender curve of her white belly and the paler pink of her inner thighs. The snug tear shaped sex nestled between her legs, something that she knew her brother had seen many times when they'd grown up, but it was different now. Everything was different. The young stag snorted out and his muzzle pushed down before she could react. She stumbled back to grip the edge of the oak root behind her as his hot silken tongue pushed out to drag along her outer folds in a gentle dabbing motion. His breath puffed right over her as he worked his tongue in a slow full lick that felt like he was setting her afire.

"Lucilla." The doe blinked as her brother's rough voice barely sounded like him. The young buck's head jerked up and she got a glimpse as his lips quivering and the black padded nose flaring open wide. Despite the fact their heads were even, he looked taller, larger somehow. "Turn around."

Lucilla swallowed and felt her muzzle go dry. Lucius dipped his nose down and bumped firmly against her hip before giving it a gentle nip. The feel of the teeth digging gently down against her hip triggered something in her. She felt her muscles relax and she turned around so that she was facing the gnarled root of the oak tree. Before she was fully turned she felt his brother's muzzle shoving against her shoulders and nibbling along her spine. He licked and flickered his tongue out rapidly until she lowered her upper body to press down against the root. Her tail flagged up high in reaction to the nips that moved down right about the curve of her rump cheeks.

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Lucius couldn't think. His mind felt as if it was shutting down and he didn't care. The sight of his sister bent over the oak root and the white flashing tail made him arch his hips up. The inches of his shaft slipped free to brush against his under belly as he nibbled and licked along her back. Her scent was sweeter now, and the taste of her lingered on his tongue as he bumped his nose back to pinch lightly right at the base of her tail. He loved her, he would always love her, how could he not love her. He trembled at the intensity of his feelings as they mingled with a new found need that made him want to bark and bugle out, to display himself. Instead he dropped his head down and licked lightly against the soft pink mound and his hips gave another arch.

Lucilla let out a cry from over the root as he flickered his tongue right along her outer lips and teased his way inwards. His breathing came in short puffing pants as he felt a slickness running along his tongue as he trailed along her folds and her hips gave a short squirm backwards. It was almost maddening to taste the sweetness of her on his tongue and he bumped his nose up lightly to brush over the hidden bud of her clit. His sister let out a sound like a bleat and he lifted his head up again to draw in a shuddering breath. Her body was pale in the darkness, the white inner thighs and rump cheeks seemed to flash as his body leapt into action before he could even think of what he was doing. He reared up and slid his chest over her back and hooked his forelegs up and over the oak root. His boned shaft jutted forward and bumped along her tail as he pranced on his hind feet eagerly.

"L-lucius." Lucilla's voice was breathy as he nibbled his way along the back of her neck and pressed a bit more firmly against her back.

"Guide me, Lucilla." His tongue flicked upwards towards her ears as he spoke and felt his girth flex in reaction to the brush of her tail against it. A jet of precum splattered out and he arched his back up as he gave a short buck forward bumping his tip along her rump cheek.

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Lucilla hesitated at the sound of her brother's rough voice, but her hand moved back to stroke lightly along her rump cheeks to wear she could feel the hardened shaft bumping against her. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down firmly as she felt something hot and slippery gliding over her finger tips. She knew what it was, she had seen her parents before and she knew what they were doing. Her heart was hammering against her chest and part of her felt she should tell her brother to stop. The other part of her wanted to chase away the demons of her visit to town away. The mockery of the bucks and disdain made her stomach grow cold as she worked her fingers to wrap around the tip of his cock. The warm firm flesh jerked forward immediately as she grasped him. Here was one who did not feel shame for her, here was one that loved her.

The young doe tensed her belly up and pulled the boned tip downwards until the slippery tip grazed right against her slickened folds. Lucius' forelegs shifted against either side of her and she was barely able to brace herself as the tip brushed right against her opening and her brother barked out above her. His flat teeth nipped right against the curve of her neck as he drove forward and she bleated out a cry of shock as the shaft plunged inside of her virginal body. Her walls were forced to stretch open with a stab of pain as the cervine cock bucked forward to the point that she was thrown harder against the oak root. The only thing that kept her in place was her brother's forelegs around her as the pain made her tremble, but was swiftly over.

Lucius trembled above her before his hips pulled back gently, and then gave a light roll forward. The movements were hesitant as they tugged along the sore silken passage and she could feel her walls clamping down around him as she tried to adjust to his size. Her breath came out in short pants before she pushed her hips backwards lightly. She didn't try to impale herself, but pushed her rump upwards until she could feel the tip pushing back inside of her. Her brother's muscles trembled against her own as he kept his movements gentle and started to reawaken the pleasure she had felt from the touch of his tongue. Something hot and wet dribbled into her as the buck gave another slow stroke and drew a soft moan from her lips.

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Lucius froze from the first hot embrace of the walls around his sensitive cock. They clamped down so tightly around him that his balls briefly pulled up between his haunches and he nearly lost control. He fought to keep himself from going too soon as his sister writhed beneath him. He nibbled and teased along the back of her neck as he rolled his hips back and forth along the feverishly heat folds. They pulsed and contracted around him as he pushed forward deep enough that his orbs bumped along her inner thighs before pulling back again. She was tight, far tighter then anything he could have imagined. Each slow roll forward forced the walls to stretch open wide around him before he pulled backwards again and was left snorting and scruffing against her neck.

He only managed a few gentle thrusts before Lucilla cried out beneath him. Her walls clamped down tightly around his girth so that he froze and arched his back up. Hot precum bubbled up from his cock tip until it spilled into her, making her slicker as he gave a jerk of his hips forward. Part of him was near maddened by the feel of her squeezing and clutching around him. The feel of her body spread so wide that he could almost feel her heart beat working in time with the pulsing contractions. The buck crouched his haunches and released his sister's neck until he could strain forward to lick along her cheek. Her soft moan was music to his ears as he pulled his hips backwards and gave another firm buck that jarred her body.

"Lucius.." Lucilla panted his name and one of her hands moved up to slip along his cheek. She pulled him in close so that her soft eager tongue could dance along his muzzle.

The buck flattened his ears down and gave a firmer thrust forward that rocked her before pulling back again. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the heated walls clutching around him and pulling him deeper until his glans pushed right up against the barrier of her cervix. His tail jerked up high at the feel of it and he gave a shorter buck to put pressure on it. Her tongue grazed over his lips as he tensed up and arched his back. Her hips pushed along him and her tail danced against his belly as her muffled bleat tickled against his muzzle as he gave a series of short hard thrusts forward. Each one building on the last as he drove himself against her cervix and her fingers started to dig into the fur of his cheek as she held him close. All he knew was need and the tightness of her body.

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Lucilla felt Lucius' tongue against her own as he worked his hips against her. The pain of that first thrust started to fade away under the stroking movements that teased and kept her worked up. She arched her back and let out a short cry as the thickened shaft tugged along her passage and teased through her. She could feel the heavy ovids bumping against her inner thighs, she could feel his weight pinning her in place as the thrusts started to build up speed. The orbs almost constantly hit against her as the tip plunged in so deep that it tapped and bumped a barrier inside of her that send tremors of pleasure running along her spine. She spread her legs a bit wider and dug her hooves against the ground as her brother tightened his forelegs against her hips.

She wasn't ready for what he did, she had no idea what was happening, but the legs tightened and suddenly Lucius lunged forward in a thrust that nearly sent her tumbling off the root. Her rump cheeks were forced high in the air as his cock drove itself right against her cervix and nearly peeled it open. She bleated out a high wild cry as the first pressured jet of her brother's seed erupted inside of her. It pushed through her cervix as she trembled and gripped his cheek and felt him trembling above her. She could almost feel his orbs contracting and relaxing in time with the pulses that flooded her as her walls milked and squeezed around him. The world seemed to tilt beneath her as she pushed her hips back firmly against his own. The only one she trusted to truly love her. The only one that would defend her and admire her. The only one that mattered...

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"You cannot mean this!" Lillia's voice was broken as Marcus dug his fingers along his forehead and kept his muzzle lowered. "We cannot!"

"What would you have me do, my love? They know. I had told them you birthed a single stag, but they know she is female. They will know what Lucius is the moment they see him." The words were dragged from his throat and made him feel sick to his stomach. "They will execute them for the crime of being born different. The Governor said as much when they discovered Lucilla."

"So you will give up our fawns?" Marcus lifted his head up as his mate stamped a hind hoof against the ground loudly. "You will turn them loose on the world with no hope of a kind hand or a life of their own? They will die!"

"Lillia, what will you have me do?" The buck jerked his head up and watched as his lovely mate stalked back and forth in their home. Her ears were held back as she watched him.

"I will not let them be killed. And turning them loose on the world is as good as them being killed. Cervinia herself would turn her back to me if I left my fawns to fend for themselves." The doe stopped her pacing and gave her head a shake. "I will not let them go alone, I will leave with them."

"Our land, our farm.." Marcus glanced out at the lightening sky and the marsh that they had carved their farm out of. "You wish to give up everything we have?"

"Could you live with yourself knowing you had sent our children to be killed or to starve to death?" Lillia glared at him with bright furious eyes that made the stag lower his head. His stomach turned in shame for how he had refused to defend his daughter in Hephestus.

"The Empire will hunt us, all of us if I disobey." He looked at his thick nailed hands and angled his ears back. "I will pack what we need and make a harness for Lucius. The harvest was good, but we will need to leave much of it if we are to travel lightly."

"Marcus." Lillia paused and brushed her muzzle against his shoulder. Her slender head rested their briefly. "You are making the right choice. We shall go to Gaul. They are barbarians, but they have strange ways. We will find a place that they will be safe."

"I hope so, my love." He moved a large hand up to cup her cheek. "If not, we are only delaying the inevitable and we shall all be killed."

"And we shall die as we should. As proud children of Jaspus and Cervinia, defending our fawns and putting our fates in their hands." His lovely doe lifted her proud head high in the air as she spoke. "Can we ask for a better death?"

"No, we couldn't." Marcus spoke around a lump in his throat as he pushed himself to his feet and glanced at the sunrise that was starting to tinge the world with pink and red.

Jaspus, great stag that formed the mountains and oceans, watch over me. Watch over my family. Keep us strong. _ He silently prayed as he watched the first hint of sunlight creeping over the land. _Keep us strong..

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