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Dawn. Glorious dawn as the world ran rampant with banners of gold, red, purple and pink. They stretched out ethereal fingers across the sky and the slow rise of the sun glanced down at the four that walked along a path that had been cut out of the forest years before when the Empire had first started to reach its hands towards Gaul. It was a road designed to carry the warriors into the heart of the Northern tribes so that they could be conquered and brought firmly to heel. The troops had left years ago, but the path remained. A lonely twisting thing that almost appeared wistful as it awaited the return of troops that would never pass this way before. The Gaul's had been too hard a nut to crack and in the end the Empire had allowed them to remain as they were. At least for the moment. The four that followed the road didn't follow it for war.

Lucius found it hard going for the first time in his life. He had always believed himself blessed with four powerful legs that meant he could run faster and farther than his twin. Now, he was burdened down by packs that had been tied onto his sides so that he and his mother took the bulk of their possessions. He had pushed his mother aside and offered to draw the cart as well. It made his heart hurt to see the haunted expression in her face when she had looked over their small farm in the marsh. She had built this place with their father and now they would leave it. Because it was death to stay. It would be death to stay where they had been born and grown up.

Before dawn they had left with as much as they could carry. Marcus had even torn down parts of the shelves to build the cart. They left nothing they could carry behind. A fact that the young stag was becoming well acquainted with as he hauled the cart behind him and felt his hooves slipping slightly on the stone of the path. He leaned his head forward and threw his weight into it while keeping his eyes constantly on his sister. The flickering movements of her tail drew his eye like it never had before. It was a dancing motion that made his stomach tight and he became well aware he should be distracting himself before anyone noticed. His blasted sheath was right beneath his belly and he could all too easily imagine slipping from it in full view of his family as he stared at his twin.

"We aren't making good time, Father." He bleated out as Marcus paused and turned his handsome face back towards them. "Won't they catch us?"

"No, they won't. They will not hunt for us. Not when they see our farm abandoned. If we stayed, yes they would kill us. But the Empire does not have the resources to chase us down, at least not yet." His father answered and flicked his broad ears back. "They will content themselves in knowing that we have been cast out of civilization."

"But, where are we going?" Lucilla piped up and tilted her head up to regard her father. She had once again been dressed in a mockery of male clothing to cover her soft udders and sex. Nothing could be done with Lucius' own form. He would look just as damning in clothing being on four legs and his horns were unmistakable.

"Gaul." The buck said the word flatly and their mother sucked in a breath. The very name brought forth a shiver of fear.

Gaul. The world where the gods had forsaken their creations and let them run rabid. They were cannibals and primitives. They didn't have a bit of decorum about them and would fuck in the streets as well as indoors. The mildest tail set the pair of young deer flagging their tails in alarm. It was death to breech the great wall. It was death to plunge into the darkness of that world where so many of their brave stags had been slaughtered and eaten. The wild tribes had no care if they died out fighting the Empire back so long as the soldiers were killed and pushed backwards. It was said that entire clans had been wiped out in suicide missions against the Empire when the war had been at its height.

"They'll kill us." Lucius' voice came out in a hushed whisper as their father continued to walk on. The reassurance didn't come from him, but his sad eyed mother.

"They teach you hatred, the stories teach you hatred. They will not kill a family that seeks refuge, though we may have to barter our way in. I do not know if they will accept you and your sister, but it is our best chance of giving you a life that you deserve." The doe murmured softly and brushed her slender muzzle against the young buck's cheek.

Lucius took comfort in the touch just as he had when he had been a youngster. The warm milk-sweet scent of the doe soothed his ruffled nerves as they continued along the worn path. To Gaul. He suppressed the tremor that went through him even thinking that name. They would be alright, they had to be alright. If barbarian lands were where they needed to go, then that is where they must go!

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Gaul. A place of dark mystery and magic. That's what Lucilla used to think. She'd heard the stories her father would tell around the fire of the great wars and she had expected a barbaric people clad in the hides of their enemies. The truth was so much less then she had worried about. Six months living here and it had started to lose it's mystery. The doe lifted her head and looked out around the village with her eyes slightly hooded against the sun. The demonic Gauls were both frighteningly familiar and strangely exotic. But they weren't cannibals, nor did they wear rotting hides or even have pits where they threw the undeserving fawns that didn't pass inspection. Instead they were a quiet folk that had allowed her family to settle in return for a great deal of their goods and their father's promise to set up a forge for them.

The village was built to be moved and wasn't anything like the great cities of the Empire. The houses were more like huts created with thick woven waxed paper that served to keep off the rain and came in three layers. The inner and outer layer the same type of plant material, while the inner was thick off white fibers that came from a particularly strange plant. They helped keep in the heat at least and the walls could be rolled up and the supports abandoned if they had to move suddenly. The Jingen tribe had been amused when her father had started building and had taken great pains to try and understand why he insisted on using so many logs. When they figured it out, it had been a source of mockery and amusement all around. Why waste so many trees?

_Stupid brutes. It's not as if there aren't piles of trees all over the forest. _ She tossed a flat stone over the ground and watched dust puff up as it skipped along.

The Gauls accepted her and her twin, but it was with a strange superstitious fear and disdain that had nothing to do with wanting them dead. Some days she had the feeling that they pitied her and Lucius, other days they seemed to want to isolate them from the rest of the village. The younger stags refused to speak or look at Lucius, though they often made lewd remarks towards her. The does were fascinated by her, but in a standoffish way. It was Lucius who was suffering the most under the constant whispered words and hidden insults. He was the one that struggled to make himself valuable. He could often be seen talking with the older bucks in an attempt to get on one of the scouting details. Or he would try to speak with a doe and find himself nearly kicked on the muzzle.

Lately, he had been happier. A grey muzzled buck had offered to take him on as an apprentice. It was one of the few elderly stags with gnarled antlers who spent most of his time telling stories at the fire side or going off on his own for days between various herds. He no longer had a harem of his own, so he was welcome all through the village. Lucius was blossoming under the quiet guidance, though he still struggled and could be seen often watching others of their own age longingly. It made her heart hurt to see him so excluded.

It might have been alright if they had been allowed to interact with their own generation. Or if they had perfected the language, but they hadn't been able to. They were only able to say the most rudimentary things and the moment one of them tried to talk with someone their own age or younger, an adult would find a way to intervene. They could talk to the adults, but the youngsters were firmly kept away from them. As if they held a taint that could be caught simply be speaking to one another. It made for long lonely days and even longer nights. Sometimes they only had each other to talk to. Something that wouldn't have been bad if an awkwardness hadn't started to develop since they had..

Lucilla's cheeks flushed a hot deep red at the memory of what they had done. It was forbidden, they never should have done it, and yet, she still shivered at the memory of his body inside of her. His eager mouth wrapped around of her teats. He hadn't tried to press his attentions again, if anything he seemed to ignore her. Their parents were little help, not when Marcus spent so much of his time in the forge trying to perfect black smithing to create swords and arrow heads for their adoptive people. And their mother had been forced to stay nearby and close to him. For the Gaul's had one story told about them that was entirely true. The stags didn't simply choose a mate, they held harems. They enforced the old ways.

The thought made the doe glance towards the river where four does were plucking up mushrooms with their agile mouths. Their tails wagged back and forth as they walked and spoke to each other in a natural way. What wasn't natural was the large thirteen point stag that watched them with an aloof and possessive air. Does were not allowed to wander on their own. They were not allowed to leave their stags eyes. It wasn't because they lacked those rights, but because stealing females from another buck was a time honored practice. The only time they left their does was for war and then the Elder would cast down the law that the harems would be maintained without their buck. For war was an honorable pastime and they must not be distracted by thoughts of what might be happening to their wives while at war.

Marcus was mocked for his one doe. The bucks had sized him up and made a show of looking for the rest before the jibes had started. Lillia hadn't listened at first, instead she had restrained Marcus' anger with gentle words. It wasn't until a stag had had the audacity to use his antlers to try and drive Lillia into his harem that their gentle father had erupted into a rage. They hadn't fought with hands, that wasn't allowed, instead they locked antlers and hammered against each other until the would be thief had fallen. Since that day, Lillia hadn't left Marcus' side. It was a danger that loomed in the shadows of her eyes. If she was forced into another harem, the new buck would make his claim by mating her immediately. Even if she was won back, the damage would be done.

Lucilla didn't worry about it, at least not yet, but soon it would be a very large concern. Three months until fall hit and the bucks started to feel the stir of the autumn. Three months and she would be shoved into a herd of other does and wait to hear one of the young bucks call out her name and watch them battle for her. It made her stomach twist at the idea of such a primitive way of finding a mate. A mate she'd have to share with other does. A mate who would choose her only because she was something different. She hadn't missed out on some of the lewd gestures made when talking about her. It was likely she'd end up in a position where she was little more than an amusing whore then truly someone's mate. Her mother had tried to comfort her often.

"The does may look as if they are slaves, but if you find an understanding stag he will arrange to have you taken to a place you are happier. They often trade their harems until they have a working group. It would do them no good if you are miserable and made all of their does miserable." Lillia had spoken softly one evening as she watched a mated pair rutting vigorously near the stream. "They are not our people, but they have given us a place of safety. You can leave this place when you're of age and I would not blame you, but think well, daughter. Here, may be the only place that you are not cast out."

It was a bitter pill to swallow. Much of this place was a bitter pill to swallow. It made her stomach turn and her ears flick back against her head. How she hated this place some days. How she hated what they had been forced to do. How could she possibly stand up and go to the first stag to call out her name? How could she just go to the strongest buck that wanted to claim her? It made her sick.

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Lucius dug his cloven hooves into the ground and flattened his ears against his head as glared up at old Ranulf. His entire body quivered with rage as the grey muzzled male regarded him with clouded eyes that seemed more patient then taken aback by the sudden show of anger.

"And this is why I have been given this duty?! I have tried to become a part of your people. I have tried to prove myself as a warrior or scout, but I am to be nothing more than a messenger and story teller!? Never to have a mate of my own or fawns to follow after me?" His voice rose up in outrage as his entire body quivered.

"Autumn will be here soon and the young bucks will take their first stand in the valley. They will fight and call to their does. You cannot be there." Ranulf didn't look ruffled at all. "If you were there, you would be challenged over and over for any female that you wished to take as your own. They don't see you as being truly a stag, truly worthy and in the end they would kill you. It is only the ruling of the Elders that has kept them from giving into the instinct to drive you out."

"So I will have nothing?" The young buck shook his head, the three prongs of his first real set of antlers felt heavier than they should have. They were useless. "And my sister? What useless job will she be given so that she won't stand with the does and be trampled?"

Ranulf hesitated, one of the few times that the older male had wavered with his answers. One of the heavy hands dropped to touch Lucius' shoulder. "You must understand me, Lucius, a doe can be forgiven those faults and be considered exotic. You are something threatening to the males. They see her as harmless and intriguing with her two legs, they view you as half doe."

"I know, I hear them." Lucius spoke bitterly. "They ask after my shapely hinds and if I'll flag my tail for the gathering."

"They would do that if they could. They are cruel and young. Full of hormones and the rut. As a story teller and messenger you will be honored, for you will carry news and entertainment both. They will accept you in that role because they have been taught to respect it. There will be no danger for you." Ranulf's hand remained on his shoulder.

"And if I refuse this 'honor'? If I decide I still want to call to a doe for my own and become a true stag and not some eunuch!" He snapped the words back with anger growing deep in the pit of his belly. As soon as he said them he flinched at the unintentional insult he had given the older buck.

"I can't make you take this duty up. I can't make you become something that you do not wish to be. But I would be grieved if you died and were humiliated. There are sixteen young stags ready to claim their harems. There are over twice that number of does. If you added yourself to that number they will kill you if they can and use you as their doe if they can't kill you." The hand left his shoulder and left Lucius trembling with raw anger. He tried to find something to distract him from the sick feeling in his stomach.

"Why are there so many does?" He furrowed his brow and looked back at the village. There were always so many more females then there were males there.

"The Feast of the Fawns." The old stag sighed slightly and leaned back against the tree. "When a buck gets his first spikes they are set together in a great feast. The does are given their names and the bucks are made to earn theirs. Villages come together and they fight for the honor of being named. It isn't uncommon for several young bucks to die from every village, but they are the weaker ones. It's a way to ensure that we remain strong and the bucks that grow to be warriors are worthy of that name.

"That's.. that's barbaric.." Lucius gaped at the older stag and smoothed his tail down along his haunches.

"That is why, I believe, your native people call us barbarians." Ranulf replied with a slow smile that curled the edges of his lips.

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Ranulf's words haunted Lucius for weeks after they had spoken and given him a new perspective on the hostility that he felt directed at him. It wasn't just his shape or four legs, but that he had never been given a trial. They didn't view him as fit to live. The fact he was different was just another nail in the coffin and left him uncomfortably aware of the jibes that were called out to him. The old stag had made it plain that he had been given a choice, become mateless and have a place with these people or he could die trying to make a stand for the does in autumn. Neither appealed to him and, what was worse, he knew that Lucilla would be forced to stand with the other does. One of the bucks that mocked and hated him would hold her down and...

Even thinking it made him stamp and throw his head up with a brush of red rage that made his stomach burn. His gentle sister being used like some sort of toy! The thoughts intruded more and more often as the days passed and the life in the village started to change. The older stags grew more violent and prone to make attempts to steal does, they fought often and the sound of clicking antlers often echoed around the place. It was getting to him too and it made it harder for him to control his temper when he saw one of the other young bucks giving a long considering look at his sister. It was an anger he'd never experienced and only the words of caution from his father made him force his anger away to keep from getting into trouble. So often he wanted to gouge them to make them stop looking at Lucilla as they had been.

"You've been staying away from me." His twin's soft voice brought him out of his thoughts and he lifted his head to see dropping down from behind a few of the massive rock spires that seemed to be all over the forest. "It took me forever to find you."

"Wouldn't want to ruin your chance of finding a good mate by being seen with a freak." He snapped out and turned his head to one side. "I thought you'd be back in the village waiting for them to announce the date of the rut."

"You're no more a freak then I am." Lucilla's voice was sharp as she slipped down and moved a hand to brush right along the curve of his neck. "And what do I care? I don't want any of them. You'd think their skulls were made out of solid bone the way they've been acting."

"They seem to like you well enough." He kept his head angled away from her. The feel of her slender fingers against his neck made his hide shiver slightly.

He'd missed her. He'd tried to stay away from her. He tried to pull away the moment they'd reached Gaul. His father had been adamant that siblings behaved as loose friends instead of close relatives. If he took too much interest in her the young bucks would see it as a chance to punish him through her. A stag that particularly hate him might drag her into his harem just to punish him. It was a habit that he had fallen into under protest. He'd never felt so naked, so incomplete, as he did without her by his side. And her fingers stroking through his fur called up emotions that made his stomach roil. Despite his anger he turned his head to brush the palm of her hand with his blunt muzzle. He breathed in the familiar scent of her with a sigh.

"It doesn't matter if they like me, Lucius, I don't like them." She murmured and smoothed her palm along the curve of his neck. "Father told me that the rut will be happening in a week. He told me that I had better set my sights on one of the bucks and make the best of it. He can't even protect me. Not without endangering our ability to stay here. He told me that I should learn my place in Gaul and be happy that I will be wanted as a mate."

Lucilla's words tumbled out in a rush. They came as though she had held them pent up and couldn't keep them from coming out. Her fingers curled into the thick fur along his neck where it had started to grow heavier for the winter. It was almost painful as she held onto him as if she was afraid to let go and he lifted his head up to see her dark brown eyes glittering with tears. One rolled down the curve of her cheek and spilled into the thickness of her fur before she turned her head to one side.

"You should be happy." Lucius forced his tone to be warm with sympathy. "I'm to run the messenger trails and tell stories. I'm not allowed to be a part of the rut, because I have to remain neutral and without a harem. At least one of us will be able to live like we were born to do."

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"But... not a part of the rut? All the young stags are participating." Lucilla gaped at her brother, her own pain at hearing her father speak bluntly about the coming rut pushed away at the false light hearted tone in his voice.

"I'm not. They won't let me and so I'm going to be going to visit the next village over with Ranulf. I need to learn the trails after all." He brushed his nose against her shoulder and continued with the false hearty voice. "And when I come back you'll be happily mated off and not have to worry about me anymore. N-not with your new stag taking care of you."

"I don't want a stag!" She flicked her ears up as Lucius turned his head away. She frowned and dropped down into a crouch so she could cup his cheeks in the palm of her hands. "I've already had all the stag I'll ever want. The best there ever was."

Her twin sucked in a breath and his eyes widened a touch at her words. They hadn't spoken of what they'd done that night. They hadn't broached the subject, but they both knew they had crossed a line together and ended up doing something that they shouldn't have. They both knew that they had pushed into territory that neither of them should have entered. She hadn't wanted to talk about, not the way she recalled him or the pleasure he'd brought her. As the rut came closer and she knew what was going to happen, her mind had been locked on that. The powerful four legged form against her, the stiff boned shaft that had plunged past her virginity and taken her so intimately. How could one of the two legged males ever compare to that?

"Not good enough for the rut, Lucilla." Lucius voice was soft and he brushed his muzzle down to lick lightly along the curve of her cheek. "But I'm glad I was able to know what it felt like at least once."

"Lucius..." She started and her fingers dug into his cheeks a bit harder then she meant to. You don't have to be a messenger, you can join the rut. You have weight on all of those bucks and you can have mates of your own!"

"It's okay, Lucilla." The young buck shook his head and pulled his head away from her hands. "I can't. Ranulf told me that if I try to call does to me that the other stags will use it as an excuse to fight me. They won't stop. I'm too different from them. I'm a threat. He doesn't want me killed or worse."

"Kill you?" Lucilla felt a jolt of shock run down her spine. The young stags were rather rough and rowdy, they were even violent at times, but she'd never have imagined them killing someone.

"Just... be happy, alright, Lucilla? For both of us. At least our parents bloodline will continue and I'll have an honorable job." Lucius lifted his head and gave a bright smile that didn't reach his eyes. She could see the tension in his body that gave lie to what he was saying. She could see the darkness lurking in his eyes as he turned his head away. "It's for the best and.. I'm glad we were each others' first. I got to know what it felt like."

Lucilla balled her fingers up as the young stag turned away from her entirely and she felt her eyes sting with unshed tears. How could she let him go? How could she possibly let him slip away from her like this? She wanted nothing more than to leave this place with him. She wanted to chase the hurt from his eyes that he was being taken away from the chance to be a real buck. Part of her wanted to tell him to make a stand, show the others he deserved to be happy just like all the rest. The other part was cold with terror of seeing him killed in the midst of the rut by the only thing the young stags could agree on, that he didn't belong. She couldn't tell him to do it, she couldn't tell him not to. There was no easy answer, but she could do one thing to chase away some of the hurt.

She stood up and stepped forward so that her arms looped around the powerful foreshoulders. Her muzzle pressed against the curve of his neck as she drew in the warm scent of him and held on tight. His muscles tensed slightly before he leaned into her hug. She'd never been quite so aware of how unlike other four leggers he was. He wasn't a doe, he didn't have softness. Instead he muscles layered beneath the fur. She could feel them shifting and tensing up under her touch as he seemed ready to pull away, but stopped himself before he could do it. Lucilla wasn't going to let him pull away, not if this was the last time she'd be able to be alone with him. Her hands stroked along his sides and felt them expand with each of his breath while she trailed down towards the softness of her underbelly.

She only loosened her hold to drop down to one knee beside him while she ran her fingers just along the edges of the pale white fur. The underbelly was so much softer then the coarse upper body. The contrast was delightful as she stroked her fingers along it and Lucius turned his head to peer down at her. His eyes were puzzled as she tilted her own muzzle up and brushed it against his. Her tongue flicked out to lightly stroke over the brown fur in a tender caress before her fingers slipped down to brush right along the edges of his sheath. The palm of her hand cupped against it and gave a tender squeeze so she could feel the boned girth that rested within it.

"Lucilla..." Lucius swallowed and she felt his jaw flex as one of his curved tines brushed her forehead. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure that we never forget each other, Lucius." She murmured softly. "Making sure you know that I would find you deserving if the choice were mine to make."

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Lucius trembled and rubbed his muzzle in against the curve of his twin's neck. He drew in the familiar scent of her, but it wasn't comfort he was after. He could taste the female scent that made his heart speed up while her own muzzle teased along the curve of his jaw. Her fingers were so gentle as they stroked beneath his belly and brushed through the softest parts of his fur that covered his sheath. She brushed along the pouch and gave it a squeeze so he could feel the pressure around his shaft and his back arched up immediately. She touched him in ways that he had day dreamed about often since they had had their night and only now did he realize how badly he missed it. He wouldn't have a chance at a doe, but he could have his twin.

The thought that he would only have her until the rut rose, but he forced it down. He didn't want to think about it, he only wanted to draw in Lucilla's scent as she caressed his sheath and coaxed the tapered red tip out into the light.

Lucilla drew back from his muzzle with a slight smile on her face, he could see her tail wagging rapidly along her hips. Her free hand moved up to brush along his chin while she continued to stroke him. Her fingers played along the longer guard hairs that rimmed the opening of his sheath before brushing against his exposed tip. It made him shiver and arch his back upwards so he could roll forwards before relaxing again. His black padded nose twitched and quivered as he fought to hold still, half afraid she might stop. But she didn't. She strokes over the heavy pouch again and moved so that her long graceful fingers could brush down and wrap around the white furred orbs that swung between his haunches. She brushed against them and gave a light roll of her fingers so he let out a low throaty groan of pleasure. She had such nimble fingers.

He lowered his head and pulled away from her hand. His muzzle brushed along her outer thigh before he licked his way up it. He stroked along the fur in a hot wet line as he rolled his eyes up to look at her as he did so. A shiver ran through her and her eyes brightened slightly before she kneeled up and rubbed her muzzle along his side. The gentle touch sent shivers running down his spine and his tail started to flicker back and forth faster behind him. Her inner ears were flushed as she moved, but he was all too happy to help by lifting one of his long forelegs. He tucked his hoof up close to his belly so that she could slip beneath him. The warmth her back when she dropped to all fours rested right along the curve of his under belly and the flash of her tail tickled against his chest.

"That's better." He breathed out softly and ducked his muzzle downwards and brushed against the base of her tail to draw in the unique and inviting scent of her.

Lucius only paused when his twin's muzzle lifted up and her hot tongue grazed right over his sensitive glans and he had to restrain himself from throwing his hips forward to slam into her muzzle. Oh how he wanted to, but he held back with a quivering that ran along his haunches. He let her tongue swirl around his hardening member that slipped entirely from his sheath. The tip dribbled out hints of precum as he dropped his head down and brushed his broad muzzle between her thighs. He teased along the bright white fur he found there before tucking head upwards enough that his whiskered chin brushed against her folds. The soft bleating cry from beneath him was all the encouragement he needed to part his lips and allow his tongue to slip outwards to curl just along the soft satiny outer lips of the pert folds. It was heavenly.

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Lucilla wrapped her lips as firmly as she could around her twin's hardened shaft. She could tasty the slightly salty precum on her tongue and the undertone of musk that made her tail flag up so that it nearly rested along the line of her spine. Her tongue cushioned the underside of the boned girth and stroked upwards as she inched it into her slender muzzle. It gave her something to concentrate on instead of feeling her legs shake as a thick hot tongue plunged itself up against her folds. The thick tip brushed between the lips and spread them open as her brother explored her. The angle was strange, but even that added to the experience as his hot breath puffed up and over the tightened nubs of her heats.

She muffled her groan around his girth and lifted a hand from the ground so that she could wrap her fingers around the base of his shaft and tilt it downwards. It was enough to let her plunge her head upwards in a short smooth movement while she gave a firm hard suckle around it. She parted her legs open wider as she drew in short shuddering breaths that gave into the exploring penetration of the tongue. It coaxed at first as it caught against her opening and started to spread her passage open. The walls strained wider and wider as the slippery appendage curled at the tip and fluttered through her. Her walls clenched down eagerly while she turned her head to one side and began to slowly move her head back and forth. Her brother's hips were trembling above her, but she trusted him. She trusted him not to slam forward in a wild buck that would harm her.

The scent and taste of him made their own aphrodisiac, one that the two legged males lacked. He smelled wilder, thicker, and it made her blood run hot as she drew her muzzle back a few inches before pushing forward again. She pressed her lips right up against the start of her fisted hand before drawing backwards again. The pulsing length hardened further along her lightly cupped tongue while she encouraged each dribble of viscous precum before she swallowed it down. Her throat bobbed as eagerly as it ever had beneath their mother. An through it all she rode his tongue as it plunged into her body and started to explore.

It was supple and eager as it forced her body open wide and the tip stretched as far as it would go. His lips meshed against her spread folds while he let out soft grunting and rumbling noises. He rolled his tongue and curled it to find places she didn't even know he could reach and made her walls contract and milk around him. She tried to pull it in deeper and he tried, he tried until her own arousal was being pushed out around his tongue and coating his muzzle. It made her heart beat faster as she squirmed in place and rocked her hips backwards eagerly. A hot blast of his breath caught against her teats as she moved her hand away from the base of his cock. She moved her hand up to grip against his hip as she pushed long neck up and swallowed hotly and started to edge the tip of that boned shaft into her throat. She wanted every inch of him.

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Lucius closed his eyes and gave himself over into the erotic sensations that his sister was offering him. They made his entire body tremble as he felt her feverishly hot mouth wrapped around him and pulling him ever deeper. It became easier to hold his haunches still as she took more and more of him into her pulling and caressing maw. He couldn't stop the constant dribble of precum as he arched his back and crouched his hips to allow her easier access to him. Her hand moved to grip at his hip and he muffled a groan when his tip started to sink towards her throat. He would barked out his pleasure, but he was far too busy and drunk on the taste of her as he worked his tongue inwards. He forced it ever deeper, inch by inch, into that tight channel that clutched around him so greedily.

Her wetness stained his muzzle, coated his tongue and he savored it. Savored the raw taste of her arousal as he curled his tongue tip as deep as it would go and started to slowly lick. He wasn't sure what would pleasure her most, but as he dragged his tongue backwards and curled the tip he felt her grinding back against him. The walls closed down and rippled before he plunged his tongue back in again, obviously whatever he was doing was working. He threw himself into it. He licked deep and hard until he was straining to fill her before pulling back again. He used the tip of his tongue to drag and caress the slippery warm passage as the wetness grew and marked him with her scent. He loved it and he sucked in deep full breaths of it. He loved he could get her to react like this. Loved that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

His padded nose pressed against her folds and rubbed there as he plunged back in and his hips shuddered as her tight eager mouth wrapped itself right around the base of his shaft. She squeezed tightly around him and swallowed as his tip pulsed out a dribble of more precum. The swallowing made it even tighter and he nearly whimpered as he started to lick harder, faster. She responded to that need, she started to move her head in slow short bobs that pulled and squeezed around his cock. Her fingers dug into the fur along his haunch, almost painfully hard, but he didn't care as he rolled his hips against her slowly. He forgot his worry and anger, forgot everything except the hot sweet scent of doe in his muzzle and on his tongue.

The buck flicked his ears back and started to plunge his tongue in and out of her. The thickness of his base stretched her wide at the apex of each thrust before he pulled backwards and rubbed with the tip of the slippery appendage. It wasn't practiced, it stopped being planned, all that mattered was the steady bobbing of her head and the greedy swallowing mouth that pulled and squeezed around him. Lucius groaned out and vibrated his tongue making her suddenly jerk back against him. The movement ground his muzzle against her sex as he forced his tongue back into her slippery passage and started to pull harder with his tongue tip. His body tensed and his orbs started to pull up between his legs as his sister pushed her mouth up all the way to the point that her lips kissed against the bunched up sheath. Gods, she was glorious.

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Lucilla had never felt anything like the pulling movements of the tongue inside of her. It sought out the most sensitive places to tease and taunt her. It made her writhe and dig her fingers into his coat while she pushed her muzzle up. She pushed the cock into her throat until it was almost impossible to breath and she was rubbing her lips right against his sheath before pulling back again. She flicked her ears back tight to her head so that she could start to bob her head quick and hard. She didn't think about the discomfort of feeling the hard boned girth plunging into her throat or the thickness that kept her muzzle spread open wide. She thought only of the hot taste of him every time he dribbled out and the feel of his tongue that worked inside of her.

It was too much for her, not when he swirled his tongue tip over and over a sensitive place inside of her that made her legs nearly drop down. She sucked in each breath she could, only stopping when she forced the cock deep into her mouth. She curled her tongue around the slippery shaft as she started to buck her hips back against him. She couldn't stop herself, she was grinding and forcing the tongue in deep as she trembled and felt it building in her stomach. The pressure grew and grew until her eyes became unfocused and all she could think about was the softness of his tongue caressing and stroking her. All she could think about was the way that he made her feel and the way she was being pushed ruthlessly towards her peak. She wanted it. She wanted it like nothing else in the world. And she didn't try to hold back as the tongue forced as much as it could into her quivering passage.

Her cry was a muffled thing as she pulled her head back to suckle hard around the sensitive glans. Her walls clamped together and started to pulse and ripple. She tried to milk the tongue inside of her and coax seed that would not come into her body. Her wetness grew and edged around her twin's tongue as the buck suddenly arched his back and plunged his shaft back into her muzzle. She tilted her head up in offering as every last boned inch of the crimson girth pressed itself into her throat and stilled her cries. Only the pulsing of her walls and the wash of her orgasm remained as the buck's bugle vibrated along her overly sensitive outer lips and the cock pulsed against her tongue.

The hot pressured spray of his cum erupted into her throat in thick hot ropes. She swallowed and bobbed her throat, gulping it down as he emptied into her. Her eyes opened enough to see his heavy orbs pulsing and jerking as he released into her eager maw. She was oh so happy to help as she milked and suckled around him. She coaxed each spray, each drop, of the musky seed into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much. Eventually she had to jerk her head back or risk choking and the last spray splattered over her tongue and rewarded her with the thick taste of him that clung to her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The muzzle against her folds pulled back and Lucius barked out again as his hips twitched above her.

Lucilla swallowed roughly and tasted the seed before dropping her head down and panted shallowly while savoring the tingling feeling that spread along her loins. Her muscles relaxed and a bit of the seed dribbled against the bridge of her muzzle before she dropped down onto the ground. Her breath came in short harsh pants while she blinked her eyes a few times. She didn't care that she was laying on the grass, she had Lucius above her, albeit, his legs were trembling as well as the buck's sides heaved with short pants. She leaned to one side to stroke his hind leg with gentle fingers before he let out a weak laugh and stepped over her so he could allow his long legs to fold.

The buck dropped down with a grunt beside her and shifted to one side so that his side was exposed to her. She took the unspoken invitation and dragged herself towards him to nestle against the panting thick furred side and pillowed her head against his shoulder. Her arms looped loosely around his neck as she breathed in his unique and musky scent. It was comforting, it was home, it was safe. Her pink tongue licked out to clean her muzzle before she settled herself with a heavy sigh.

"I'm glad you were my first.." She whispered softly and smoothed her fingers down her twin's neck lightly. "No matter where I go or who takes me into his harem, you will always be my first and my twin."

"Always." Lucius turned his head and his muzzle, still damp from her arousal, brushed her arm. The buck's eyes were dark with unspoken emotions as he looked at her for a long moment. "I will always be your first..." The words trailed off, almost as if he was about to continue on, but he only gave his head a shake and curled himself around her. "Always and forever."

"Always and forever." She murmured in soft agreement.