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While some would no doubt view the isolated wilderness of Hiisi Island as a somewhat uncomfortable place, that is not the case for the Moonchanter. There is nothing for her to fear where others might tread with fear in their hearts. For her, this wilderness is as comfortable and familiar as the back of her hand. Of course, she does have quite the advantage compared to others. For Lauma, she can speak with animals just as plainly as she might another person. Their feelings and thoughts, they can speak to her aloud, and she can parse just like any other language.
This connection grants her a much deeper understanding of the land around her, and a closer kinship to those who walk this wilderness. To her, it is not some isolated, lonely place, but rather a bustling living space not unlike Nasha Town. She has friends here, even some that she can’t quite get along with even with her kind and gentle demeanor. For Lauma, this is no different from walking the streets of a town, and she often greets those that pass her by. It is a lovely moonlit night, with the light of the moon filtering down through the trees above her, not quite as bright as a sunny day, but close enough that she doesn’t have to worry about losing her footing.
Lauma can hear the life all around her, but rather than the simple noises of animals, she hears voices. Jubilations after a successful hunt, cries of fear from those being hunted, families greeting one another… it could drive someone mad, were they not accustomed to it. Some would struggle to have the same kind of bonds that they do with humans with the countless animals of the land itself, but Lauma is long accustomed to this cacophony of voices, this chorus without rhythm. She is used to it, and she has come to love it. Few can understand the depths to which animals feel, and few could continue living as they do if they knew just how much these creatures feel.
As for Lauma, she does not think she could spread such understanding even if she tried to. Someone would simply have to walk in her shoes, they would have to actually feel this for herself, they would have to actually be here. Nod-Krai is a large land, with people from all walks of life, and the forest is not so different. The animals here all have their own stories, their own lives, and many of them have even come from other lands. Lauma passes by a small stand of trees, and from the brush below, she can hear a family of mice celebrating a new birth. Even with such tiny voices, their words bring her great joy.
And as she continues on, she soon finds herself nearing a Rimehorn Deer. Some of the largest, most majestic creatures that this land has to offer, Lauma can’t help but smile at the sight of it. The large being turns to her, and nods slowly.
Greetings, Lauma, its voice fills the air around her, and she nods in turn.
“Greetings,” she answers.
I would not venture much deeper, the deer thinks, looking down upon the venerable Moonchanter. She might share their antlers, and be able to perceive their thoughts as words, but even she would struggle with what awaits her deeper in. There’s something caring in the tone of the deer as it explains this to her.
“Whatever for? I am merely enjoying my usual walk through the night,” she answers, and the deer shakes his head. She knows that he is hiding something, as if it’s something that would bring shame upon him for some reason or another.
I have offered my warning, the deer answers, and Lauma is left slightly confused by the cryptic answer. She doesn’t know what to make of it. The usually helpful and majestic beast more or less blew her off… she’s not used to that from him. She doesn’t know what she can say to try and change his mind, but she does have a bit of a sense of apprehension settling in over her heart. She’s not used to feeling this way, not here. Some might feel this way from the very first step they take into this land, into the wilderness that can horrify those who don’t understand it… but Lauma has never had reason to fear. For her, this has always been something of a second home.
She carries on, not regarding the warning of the Rimehorn Deer. If he truly wanted to stop her, he would give her more information… but it’s also not as though she should have to fear anything here. And what would be so bad that the deer would not tell her? She can’t imagine that any threat to her person would be something a respectful member of this society would hold back on warning her about… and besides, what here would harm the Moonchanter? She knows that she has some level of security here, over that of a normal person. Surely those she calls friend here would come to her aid, even if this land had been invaded by something willing to attack her?
But as she presses on, Lauma soon comes face to face with the very thing that her friend was trying to warn her about. She hears him first, a cracking branch, and then silence. She looks around herself, coming close to small clearing and pushing out into it. She’ll be exposed here, but that doesn’t matter. Another crack of a twig, and the sounds of life all around her slowly go quiet. It is like a wave, a wave of silence, slowly coming over the forest as Lauma even holds her breath. Another crack, and then she can see him.
Massive, hulking, and not at all the gentle being that she is more used to. Another of the Rimehorn Deer, but this one is at least a full head taller than the one she spoke to moments past. Taller, and much bulkier. And as he turns to gaze upon her, the hulking deer unleashes a heavy breath. While the air around them is cool, Lauma does not feel cold. That doesn’t stop the heat in the deer’s breath from forming a heavy cloud when he breathes out. She feels a chill run down her spine, as eyes she’s known to be friendly countless times in the past now look at her with something like hunger.
She has long since told others that, if they so happen to see something happen out here, an animal acting in a way they can’t understand, that she can explain it. Lauma has such deep understanding of the animals here, able to hear them as well as speak to them… and she knows what this is. She doesn’t even have to think about it. Of course, it’s easy when she can see the hard rod of sheer desire that sticks out beneath the massive Rimehorn Deer. And she doesn’t need him to turn, looking at her and breathing that much heavier, for her to know that she’s the one he has set his sights on. Another step, another snapping twig.
“Calm down,” she says, looking at the creature now approaching her. She has talked with this deer before, many times. He has not yet settled down with a mate, but it would appear that his passions have gotten the better of him. It is a bit early for full blown rutting season, but then again, there are always those that turn out to be a little bit of an… outlier. She should have guessed from the way the other deer was warning her that it was something like this. While the woman is closer to animals than most other beings here, they still don’t like sharing just how intense they can get during these times with her.
It is not something one wants to show to a lady, and not to one so close to humans, who tends to view these kinds of things in a more intimate and romantic light. Sure, there are those among the animal world who do similarly, but still more see it as an almost violent act. An act of domination, of taking. And the Rimehorn Deer are no different. The massive creatures can be overwhelmed by their desire, seeking out the faintest whiff of a mate from far away, and then marching until they can have them all to themselves. This deer is no different, but in this case, he has happened to come across Lauma before another deer.
“Easy, do not come closer,” she continues, taking on a firmer tone now that the beast is moving towards her. She can tell that her words aren’t getting through, and panic seizes her. She should try to run, should she not? She doesn’t have much of a chance to snap this deer out of his primal needs. Even she can’t communicate through a haze of lust that takes over his mind almost completely. What is she going to do, try and undo ages upon ages of instinctual desire? Another step, and another, and Lauma can only sigh.
She doesn’t have a choice. Trying to run will likely only bring forth more aggression. She can’t outrun him, one look at those powerful legs reminds her of that fact. She would be hopelessly outmatched, unable to do a thing as she was ran down by the massive deer. Lauma instead holds her head up high. If this is going to happen, she’s going to have to face it head on. This is not where she intended her walk to take her, and she’s far from pleased by the outcome… but what can she do about it now? All she can really do is go along with this, allowing him to do as he pleases with her. It is better to face this with some kind of dignity, than to run from it and wind up forced down upon the earth, rammed into from behind and mounted like little more than some piece of meat.
Lauma reaches up, when the deer does make it to her, rubbing her hand along the side of his neck, speaking calmly.
“You don’t need to do this,” she murmurs. “Let your mind become clear. Come back to yourself.”
It’s a last ditch effort to try and get through to him, but there’s not so much as a flicker of recognition. The deer pushes at her instead, his antlers pressing Lauma back, towards a fallen tree. She knows what he wants. She doesn’t have to glance down at his lengthy cock for her to know what’s going to happen to her. She can at least try and make this a little easier on herself, even if this is the last thing she wanted.
“Can’t you come back to your senses? You have much better choices than me,” she reminds him. “I am not your mate. This is not where you are meant to tread.”
But no matter what she says, what tactics she tries out on the Rimehorn Deer, nothing is getting through. She might as well be talking to the tree that he’s pushing her towards, for all the good it would do her. She’s helpless, she can already feel it. But… would it not be better for her to take this than someone less willing?
Breed. Must breed, need, need her, she can hear the turmoil in the thoughts of this massive beast, even as he guides her to where he wants her. It’s not hard for him to push her, another shove from his antlers, and she tumbles over the fallen tree, her body falling over the log. She looks back over her shoulder, feeling from the cool air on her backside that he’s managed to shove her down in such a way that her admittedly skimpy dress has fallen to the side. Her panties are the only barrier between them as the deer presses in against her, mounting her. Mine. My mate.
Sounds that would mean nothing to a human, but are clear as day to the Frostmoon Scion, to the Moonchanter. Part of her wants to resist. To fight back. It would likely not be that hard, not considering that the Rimehorn Deer are usually quite gentle… and she could perhaps manage to knock some sense back into this noble beast. But to do so would be to break her own precepts. Some would argue that a bit of self defense is far from wrath, but Lauma is the type to be strangely stubborn about such things. She can feel him, bucking his hind hips, grinding against her, his long, hard cock sliding over her skin with each movement.
“Ah, easy,” she pleads, knowing her words will not reach his mind. This must be how humans feel, when they talk to an animal. It’s a strange feeling, and while Lauma is not exactly in the ideal situation to ponder such things, she can’t stop the thought from circling through her mind. This kind of helplessness, a desire to communicate with one who can’t understand you… it is frustrating, but she still doesn’t know how humans try to fight such things so harshly. It can lead to great innovations, sure, but at the same time, great conflict. Most things go more simply if one follows the gentler path… though, whether she can still make that claim or not after this encounter? Is yet to be seen. Lauma doesn’t know how far this will go, how much it will take to allow this poor creature to vent his desires upon her and dispel the cloud over his mind… but she’s going to do her best to be what he needs all the same.
Another thrust, and his cock grinds into her panties, pressing beneath them and sliding along between her thighs. When Lauma feels him against her, the heat of his cock happening to slip up and press along her entrance, she gasps. He’s close. Close to finally pressing into her, close to taking her. She knows not whether she should guide him in, or keep letting him struggle.
Close, so close, need, the deer pants above her, hulking body so very intimidating when she’s this close. She’s not one to fear any living thing, not when she can speak to the life around her so easily, not when her very presence demands reverence and respect… but there’s nothing like that in the air surrounding them now. It’s pure desire, pure need, nothing more and nothing less. She doesn’t know how long she can stomach this, but she has to try. Lauma no longer hears the chattering of the animals around her, as the night has grown eerily quiet.
She can feel a deep shame settling in on her, not entirely sure if that is because the other animals have known for a long time that this frenzied Rimehorn Deer lie in wait, seeking a mate… or if they are just too afraid to allow Lauma to know that they are near enough to hear and see what is becoming of her. She can only hope that it is the former. The idea of so many of her friends and comrades hearing what is about to happen to her… knowing that she did not fight back, and instead allowed this poor soul to ravage her… well, it would be the same as letting a drunken man walking the streets of Nasha Town press her against the wall of a building and fuck her in plain sight. She knows that. The deep shame that takes hold of her at the thought of her friends seeing is intense, but not enough for her to try to flee or to fight back.
Lauma knows that putting on a brave face and taking this as best as she can is the right choice. She knows there’s nothing more or less that she can do. She can’t allow this poor soul to ravage anyone else, or worse, to wind up harming another living thing in his frenzied lust… and nor can she allow the suffering he faces to go on forever. She has to do the only thing available to her, and if that is letting him use her for those frustrations, so be it.
Another shift, another thrust, and his cock is angled correctly. Even with her panties in the way, he manages to shove beneath, into her, enough to angle the thin fabric to the side. He shoves deeper into her, panting heavily, one powerful stomp cleaving into the soft earth in a sort of triumphant motion.
So tight… heaven… the deer grunts out, the sounds that even a Frostmoon Scion would not normally hear. Not even the Moonchanter. This kind of moment is usually quite private for the large deer, a further reminder of why the previous warning was not more direct. One would not want to confess that another of their kind was so lost in frenzied lust, and one would not want to turn over one of their own friends or family in such cases, either. Lauma knows that is why she did not receive a better warning, but now that she’s on the receiving end of this lengthy, massive cock… Lauma wishes she had. She can feel it surging deeply into her, stretching her, and all she can do is moan at the way the deer frantically bucks his hips into her. She knows this is not going to be over quickly.
Even with a very intense goal of breeding and spreading one’s seed, the Rimehorn Deer often mate for hours on end once they find the appropriate pair. Again and again they will join with one another, fucking as frantically as they can with each session, trying for the best odds one can muster. Lauma knows that, even though her form is far smaller and more fragile than that of another Rimehorn Deer, she is not going to be spared an ounce of that intensity. There is no getting through to the usually kind and gentle being that she could call friend at other times. She knows this deer, she knows him as well as she knows most who dwell here.
But right now? He is alien. Lust and desire have clouded his mind so deeply that he can’t process what he is doing. The pain that he would feel, knowing what he did, coming to his senses… Lauma does not want to face it, but she also has no way out of this. She can feel his cock stretching her, pushing, each buck of his hips working it in deeper. Filling her. It’s an alien feeling to her, and she gasps out from the intensity, the size, everything. He shoves in once more, and is fully sheathed within her. Lauma reaches down, feeling an ache in her abdomen, and her hand rests on the bulge of his cock within her. Her eyes widen, shaking her head, unable to think with that massive thing within her. This should not happen. She is not one of his kind, she is the Moonchanter… and she knows that the deer himself would be every bit as crushed by what he’s doing to her now.
But she can’t fight him. She can’t allow herself to lose control as well, she has to take this. For her own sake, and for that of following her precepts… there’s nothing that she can do to fight back against him. And what good would it do, anyway? Feeling his lustful desires play out on her body, feeling him lose all control on her, she knows that this is not something he would ever do in his right mind. So what could fighting him do? Even if she tried, she would likely only cause anger to take over at the denial of his lusts. And while the Rimehorn Deer are generally peaceful creatures, gentle and kind… she knows the strength they can bring to bear in times of stress. In truth, they are not all that different from her. Kind, quiet, with a steel hiding within them that only flashes to the surface when the need arises.
She knows that better than most, and part of her fears who would wind up hurt if she needlessly sought to fight. No, going along with this, allowing this horrible act to go on… it is in her best interest. And just when she reaffirms that this is her best course of action, the deer begins to move. He works himself back out of her, only to thrust back in, and Lauma gasps at the sensation of being filled all over again. She knows this is only the start. This is going to go on for hours, and it’s not going to get any easier… she has to ready herself, she has to be able to handle this. Now, however, each thrust is enough to take her breath away. The pain mingles with pleasure, a feeling she wishes she could push away from her.
She doesn’t want to enjoy this. She knows it’s a risk that she’s taking, that each thrust will stir those kinds of feelings within her body. Moonchanter or no, she has feelings, desires, just like anyone else. She can’t push them away entirely, but she doesn’t want to let them take her over. The chance of her turning into some kind of moaning mess while being taken like this, showing that kind of side of her… she doesn’t want the wildlife around her to see that. She can’t tell if they are keeping quiet out of respect, or all keeping clear, but either way… she doesn’t want to take that chance. Even if they respect her too much to talk about it in front of her, even if they would try and keep the gossip to a minimum… she knows they would talk.
Surprisingly, animals are quite a lot like humans in that respect. One would be shocked by just how much they talk, how rumors spread among them much the same as it does within a town or city. The way people phrase it… gossiping like hens? It is not too far off from the truth. Lauma doesn’t want to think about this getting out, about word spreading that she simply allowed this kind of thing to happen… some would understand, and some would not. But with each thrust of that massive cock, sliding deeper into her with each thrust it feels, Lauma can feel her worries being literally pounded out of her mind. She can’t dwell on that, not when she’s just trying to stay sane.
This kind of rough fucking is not something she’s ever felt before. She’s being defiled, used, and she can hear every grunted word of desire from the one doing it.
So tight, so good, he grunts, above her, behind her. His weight bears down on her, and even if she tried to fight back now, she knows she would be helpless. His weight is too much, his strength greater than hers. In this moment, even to her, this is little more than being at the mercy of a crazed beast. Lauma doesn’t like it, she doesn’t want this, she feels so helpless, as if she is nothing more than some mere human wandering into a difficult situation. For all the good her blessings and gifts are doing her now, she doesn’t think she fares much better than a human would. Each thrust is impossibly deep, stretching her body, filling her. She can’t think, can’t focus for more than a few seconds before another thrust has her moaning, her focus shattered.
It hurts, but worse, it feels good. She doesn’t know how she can keep taking this, how she can handle something so big and so intense, hitting her so deep… she is beginning to ease more into it, her body adjusts to his size, his frantic movements, and she marvels at the fact that her body can adapt to this. It is not something that should ever happen, and it’s not something she would hope to be able to handle… and yet, with each moment she spends locked together with him, with each moment spent with his cock ramming into her, stretching her and filling her, she can feel her passions rising. The pain fades, the pleasure builds, and she is soon wet with her desire. As much as that sensation fills her with shame and regret, she also knows it’s making this easier on her. She would likely be in far greater pain, were it not for her body lubricating her for this. As much as she wishes she could resist this, and keep her wits about her… she knows this is the better outcome.
She would not want to face that much pain and suffering, even if the alternative is giving herself over to the pleasure and making it seem as though she likes this. The idea of any seeing her as this wanton, this desperate… it’s shameful. Even with no alternative that would suit her, seeming to enjoy this too much would bring great shame upon one who is meant to hold the blessings of the Moon Goddess. She doesn’t want to fact the way her animal friends would look at her afterwards, if they knew. The pitying looks. The way they might try to laugh it off. It only adds to the growing shame within her, which furthers the heat of arousal that is building within her. She shouldn’t be facing this kind of treatment, but that does nothing to lessen the impact of it.
Each thrust from the massive Rimehorn Deer pushes him closer to his release, something she is both hoping for and dreading. As much as Lauma knows that’s the only way out of this, she doesn’t much care for the idea of taking his seed within her. She doesn’t think she has to worry about actually being knocked up by the beast, she might be able to commune with them, but that doesn’t mean she would be at any kind of risk… does it? As much as she wants to be certain, she’s not sure of anything in this life. She has heard tales of the adepti in other lands, of their courtships with humans resulting in hybrids… she is not human, and this deer is no adeptus, but she can’t help but wonder. There’s not a thing she can do to stop it now, of course, as her nails dig into the fallen tree beneath her.
She can feel the bark getting beneath her nails, but she can’t stop the way her body reacts as that damn maddening cock pushes her deeper and deeper into shame and arousal. It can’t feel this good, can it? She can’t be losing herself this easily. She feels so weak, so pathetic, feeling a building desire within her from the steady pumping of this beast. She doesn’t want to look at someone she has called a friend in such a light, but right now, there’s nothing remaining of the kind deer she has conversed with in the past. He’s not present in this, there’s nothing less than pure, focused lust, animal instinct, a desire to dominate and to breed a mate that he came across when he needed her most.
That’s is what Lauma has to keep reminding herself of. This is not about her. This is about the deer who needs this so badly. She has always been a gentle and caring woman, someone willing to put the needs of others above her own… this might not be a good look for her, but isn’t it better for the Moonchanter to take on this burden herself, rather than allowing it to fall to someone else? What if someone who had just happened to be passing through ran across this beast in the midst of his furious desires? Could they handle him? Would they fight, and wind up getting hurt?
She doesn’t know, and she is glad that she’s not finding out. It might not be the ideal, but if she is the one to take all of his lust, the one to offer up her body until this passes, she can at least be sure that no one else is suffering in her stead. It doesn’t do much to lessen the shame that coils within her abdomen, mingling with the arousal and making it that much more intense, but she doesn’t think there’s much else she can do. She has to go along with this, has to try and take what she can from him. The wet heat that surrounds his cock must be driving him mad, as his pace picks up, his thrusts become more intense. He is nearing his peak. She can feel it, each thrust from his long, powerful cock driving her closer to pleasure of her own. She doesn’t want to hit her peak from this, does not want to face the fact that his cock ramming into her could make her come as well… but Lauma knows it’s what’s going to happen.
The Moonchanter can feel it coming, she can feel her pleasure mounting within her, and she knows it’s only a matter of time… when he reaches his peak, rutting deep into her, filling her with his cock and crying out with passionate release, she can feel her climax hitting. The sensation of his seed, hot and thick, rushing into her, filling her womb and surging back out of her… she can’t take any more. Despite how much she wishes she could keep control of herself, and how desperately she wishes that she could keep a cool head, she comes from the sensation of being filled by his seed. Does her body truly enjoy the sensation this much? She joins him, crying out, sounding just as lost in pleasure and desperately raising a hand to cover her mouth.
Her face burns with shame and with lust, unable to believe the sound she just made. The prolonged silence that surrounds the two of them must mean the other wildlife around are just too cautious to make a sound, but she knows they must be hearing every last sound she makes, seeing every thrust that breaks her down and makes her come. She’s so weak. Pathetic. But she can at least hope that perhaps this heat was not too intense. She looks up at the deer above her, trying to catch his gaze as he pulls back out of her… but what she sees only reminds her that this is far from over.
His eyes are still clouded over with lust, an intense desire lurking behind them that only serves to drive the point home that this is not some one and done sort of deal. Lauma can’t help a sob from falling out of her, shaking her head, as her eyes drift down to the massive cock that glistens with the arousal she coated it in. That was inside of her. Filling her. Fucking her, pumping her full of the deer’s seed. While a Rimehorn Deer is far more noble and sizable than a normal deer, that doesn’t do anything to diminish the humiliation she feels coming to terms with what happened. Seeing it. Knowing that was inside of her, knowing she came from being fucked by that. What is wrong with her? She should have been able to face this without fear, without losing herself. As the beast moves back in on her, trying to line himself back up, she shakes her head.
“Not again,” Lauma gasps out, hurriedly shifting beneath him, turning and falling to her knees. She has to do something else. If she takes that cock again now, when she’s still so sensitive, she’s going to lose her mind. She can’t afford to think about this, or she might lose her nerve and end up mounted once more by the massive beast, taking his cock and losing herself completely to him. She needs time to catch her breath, to come back to her senses, and while this might not be the ideal way to buy such time Lauma knows she doesn’t have much of a choice.
She reaches up, using both hands, wrapping them around his length as well as she can. His cock is long and thin, compared to the rest of his body, but for someone with proportions more in line with a human, his cock is massive. She can barely fit her hands around his girth, but that doesn’t stop Lauma from beginning to pump them along his length. She hears a snort, watches as one of his feet stamps down into the earth, cleaving the dirt effortlessly… but she doesn’t stop.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she says, keeping her tone as soothing as she can. She doesn’t know how long her hands will be enough for him, but she has to at least try to buy herself some time. She pumps both of them along his length, squeezing when she can, working him deeper into passion while keeping herself from being used once more. She knows this isn’t a good look for her, but she’s a bit past that now. She can still feel his come oozing out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto the ground below… so what difference does doing something like this really make?
She doesn’t have much of a choice if she wants to keep her sanity, and she knows that it would be something she could explain if only she was given the chance. Still, there’s something not entirely lost on her about the sensation of that massive cock bucking and twitching in her grasp as she works. Lauma doesn’t know why she reacts so easily to these sensations, why doing something like this has that dull heat building up within her once more. Does some part of her… enjoy this? The act of service, of taking care of someone she calls a friend and companion in such an intimate way… she hadn’t thought she was this kind of woman, and yet, the heat building within her tells a different story.
She tries to push it away, as a snort of frustration erupts from the massive deer.
Not enough, he grunts, and Lauma knows she has to push things a bit higher. She squeezes tighter, moving her hands faster, feeling her arms begin to ache from how intensely she’s stroking him off. He does calm a bit, relaxing, as she works herself into a frenzy to get him off. As she works, some part of her wonders if it would work better if she used her mouth… and then a curious rush of heat enters her as she wonders what he tastes like. She doesn’t want to entertain that thought, doing all she can to push it away for now. He’s calming, using her hands is working, she has to simply stay this course. If she can keep doing this, working him to another climax with her hands alone, maybe she can finally calm him down.
That thought keeps her going, making her work harder, faster, squeezing his cock as she pumps along his length.
“Easy, just let me take care of you,” she murmurs, hoping her words can combine with the pleasure she’s offering to finally get through to him. She doesn’t want this. She knows she doesn’t. But she doesn’t have a choice. Even if some part of her is somewhat enjoying this, even if she can feel her arousal building and building within her, it doesn’t mean that she’s some… wanton woman who sought out to make this happen. She’s not. She’s absolutely not, and she’s not going to worry so much about what others might think of her. She reminds herself that she’s the one trying to help, she’s the one trying to soothe the beast who has lost himself to savage desire.
She is the one doing what she can to fix this problem, and however it might look to an outsider does not matter. That likely won’t help much if anyone brings up what they saw to her, even if they are trying to offer sympathy or pity. She knows that it won’t make it any easier. But she’s not going to balk at doing what she must. She didn’t seek this out, she doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of his lusts, but what choice does she have now? He’s here, he began using her, and she knows he’s not going to stop until this is all out of his system. Offering up her hands is just the quickest and easiest way out of this for her. She knows that. She knows that she doesn’t have another choice.
And yet, the throbbing heat between her legs that seems to spread all throughout her body, the voice in the back of her mind telling her to keep going, to lean in and lick along his length… it’s maddening. She doesn’t want to be that sort of woman. She is the Moonchanter, after all. She can’t allow herself to give in to such desires, she has to fight them with all she has… but she can’t fight forever. She knows that. She can feel her desires growing more and more intense with each passing second, and soon, it becomes all but impossible to ignore them. She leans up, closer to him, running her tongue from the tip of his cock down to one of her hands at about the halfway mark.
Ah, more! He grunts above her, clearly enjoying the feeling of her tongue more than her hands. She can’t help herself. She leans in, shifting back to the head, parting her lips as she presses a kiss against him and takes him into her mouth. Immediately, Lauma regrets this. While the salty taste of his precome and sweat mingle nicely on her tongue, the deer sees this as an invitation of sorts. He bucks forward in an instant, fucking into her mouth. While his cock is hard, it’s flexible enough to push past her mouth and a bit down her throat, leading Lauma to gag on his cock. She finds herself falling back, against the log behind her, and soon is pinned down by his weight and the force behind his cock. She squeezes on him, trying to signal him to pull back as muffled cries of protest fill the air around her.
Lauma has half fallen down, her back against the log beneath her, legs kicking as she tries to right herself. But nothing she does can get her out of this situation now. His cock rams down her throat, pushing deeper as he finds a better angle. She releases his cock, trying to push the massive, hulking deer off of her, but he far outweighs her. Even with the power she possesses, she can’t force a half-mad Rimehorn Deer fully controlled by lust and instinct off of her. She can only take what he’s doing to her, and hope her lungs can hold out while he vents his desires upon her poor, already aching throat. The angle is far from ideal, even if he can still thrust deep enough to make her gag and gasp, choking her on his cock.
It’s all she can do to keep taking in rushed, shallow breaths when she gets a chance. She can’t keep many, and Lauma can feel her head spinning and her lungs burning from the lack of air soon. She begins to fade a bit, her pushing and useless scrabbling against his coarse fur doing nothing to stop what’s coming… and just when she starts to fade out completely, when she no longer has the strength to lift her arms, and they begin to drift down with each deep thrust… he pulls out of her. Lauma can’t believe it, and it takes her a moment to even process that she can breathe. A deep, shuddering, gasping breath brings some focus back to her. Clarity. Just in time for her to see the massive Rimehorn Deer shifting above her, turning so he’s angled differently.
“W-wait, not like th-“ she starts to protest, her voice shaky and desperate, and his cock is ramming past her lips once more, turning her words into muffled protests. At this new angle, he doesn’t have to hold back, her head tilting back as he has the perfect position to shove all the way down her throat. Lauma can feel it stretching her, and she lifts her arms to try and push him off. It’s no use, and he can thrust deep enough that she can feel his fur scraping against her face with each deep pump of his hips. She can’t believe this. She can’t breathe, can’t think, and those couple of deep panting breaths were all she got to refresh herself before she was forced into an even worse position. She has no hope of catching a breath now, not when he’s this deep inside of her. His cock is so long and so thick that she can’t even hope to take in a breath. She’s desperately hopeless, all because she gave in to her curiosity at an attempt to make this easier.
He’s so lost in his desire that he is fully unaware of the risk he’s placing her in. The desperate bucking of his hips, the way he rams down her throat time and time again… Lauma is going to break. She was doing this to make things easier on her, and now she’s worse off than she was when he was ramming all of that into her cunt. She doesn’t know how she can get out of this, and as panic and fear set in she begins to go from hoping none of her other animal friends are watching to desperately wishing one of them would step in before this goes too far. She doesn’t want to end up meeting her end like this, strangling on the cock of a deer in heat, unable to take what he’s doing to her… the Moonchanter, meeting an end that depraved and horrible?
She can’t accept it, but at the same time, what can she do to stop it now? She’s helpless. Lauma is the one who invited this in, though she had simply intended to use her mouth for a bit and pleasure him with it, as a means to make this easier on the rest of her body. With the position she’s in, she can’t move, she can only weakly kick her legs, only push against him ineffectually, losing more and more strength the longer this goes on. She doesn’t know if she’s going to make it out of this. Can she get away from him? Can she bring herself to fight back, even now? Her back is against the wall, entirely, and she knows that she doesn’t have many options left. She tries pushing with the last of her strength, her nails digging into his fur, but it’s not enough to stir any kind of response from the frantic deer. He’s lost in the tight heat of her throat, not caring one bit what hole he’s ramming his cock into, so long as the desire and longing that have had him burning with lust are finally being eased.
Lauma coughs and sputters around his cock, the last of her air finally running out of her, the stale remnants not enough for her aching lungs to do a thing with. She can’t take it. She can feel her vision fading, her heart racing harder, trying to pump what little air remains in her system through her body… and just when she thinks that this really is the end and she can’t take another second, he pulls out of her. She gasps, breathing in precious air, so lost in the triumph of being able to fill her lungs that she hardly even processes the thick ropes of his come firing out against her body, staining her clothes, covering her in it. His cock rests against her face, and she pants around it, taking in the heady scent of his musk.
She made it. She was able to hold on long enough for him to come a second time, but his cock hasn’t gone soft. She’s not out of this yet. She can’t even think right now, unable to process what she needs to do next, but that doesn’t seem to matter to her crazed suitor. He can’t hold back his passions for long, and she finds him pulling back only to push her up on the stump. This time, her back is against it, her legs dangling on the other side, and she can only look up at him as he mounts her once more.
“P-please, no more,” the Moonchanter begs, but she knows that her words will do her no good now. He is not through this yet, and she’s not going to be able to calm the storm raging within him with mere words. She feels him on top of her once more, his cock grinding over her stomach, and she looks down just to see how deep within her he’s going to be. She gasps at the sight of his thick, hard cock rubbing along her stomach, reaching high up her abdomen. She doesn’t have the strength to hold her head up for long, and it falls back just as he shifts back to steady himself, lining his cock up with her entrance. She’s still wet for him, and some of his come surges back out of her as the deer takes her once more. Lauma cries out weakly, no longer possessing the strength to try and bite back her moans. She is long since lost to this, the pummeling that her throat took fully broke her.
She doesn’t have the strength or the focus to keep herself quiet, and she doesn’t care if anyone sees or knows, not now. By now, all she can think about is keeping herself alive. Surviving this with her mind intact. It is far too late to fight this now, and she has run out of the strength it would even take to try and get herself out of this. All that she can do is take the rough pummeling focused on her, on her body. With the new position, she can lift her head to look down at her body, she can actually see how far his cock rams into her, bulging out her stomach with each deep thrust. Looking for too long only makes her head spin, thinking that something that big is inside of her. Filling her. Stretching her, causing intense pleasure to wash over her in wave after wave.
By now, the pain that she felt at the start is something like a distant memory. She feels mostly pleasure and pleasure alone now, her body growing used to the sensation of being fucked, coming to enjoy it more than she would have thought possible. Even when she was having her throat swabbed by the deer’s long, powerful cock, she could feel her arousal growing. Something that made her think about what this all means for her. She hadn’t wanted this, not by a long shot, but now that she’s in the thick of it and has no way out… what does it say about her that she’s enjoying it? That the lauded and powerful Moonchanter, blessed by the Moon Goddess and given far more power than the rest of her kind, could be enjoying this so much? Does it say that she’s some pathetic whore, just as easily broken by cock as some wanton slut?
She’s no better than a woman letting someone brazenly fuck her in the streets, just because they needed it. That doesn’t change what she’s allowed to happen, and the rising shame within her only furthers her arousal, adding to her great humiliation. Even knowing how pathetic she is for going along with this, even knowing that it makes her weak, she can’t stop the way the pleasure surges inside of her. Why does it feel so good? Why can’t she stop this? She has no control over her body, and she moans and whimpers with each thrust from her suitor. His advances wouldn’t have been that hard to turn away, would they? Sure, he is big, and he is powerful, but Lauma could have tried harder to get through to him.
Did she want this all along? Did some part of her see his cock and want to take this submissive route? She doesn’t know, but she can’t seem to stop doubting herself no matter how hard she tries. She doesn’t need to shame herself like this, to add to the humiliation and the doubts already swirling within her mind, but it doesn’t help that each deep thrust into her aching cunt just leaves her wanting more. She would have surely broken, had she not used her hands and her mouth to delay this. Even now, even with the lingering sensitivity from her previous climax fading quite a bit, she can’t stop the flood of emotion that surges through her. The shame and humiliation that has her pleasure surging out of control within her… she can feel it rushing down her spine, through her head, spreading from her traitorous cunt that can’t get enough of this deer’s cock.
She shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. She shouldn’t be shattering in the face of his wild passion. She is the Moonchanter! She is above all of this… isn’t she? She stands above humans, above beasts, the one giving them advice, the one who can interpret the words of the Goddess… why is she feeling this pleasure? Why is her body aching for more? Each thrust brings her nearer to another climax, but she desperately tries to hold back from it. Lauma fears what it would mean for her, to come a second time, to lose herself once more to this beast. She knows he is lost in his raging lust, his desire that he can’t control and can’t satisfy, but what is her excuse?
She has no reason for doing this, no way to explain why she goes along with this so very easily. Why she doesn’t stop herself from leaning into his thrusts, bucking her hips against him, in time with the desperate thrusts. She doesn’t know how she can fight back, when her own body craves this so deeply. He pounds into her with all of his passion, all of his desire, and Lauma feels it. Her climax, another orgasm, rising within her. She shakes her head, panting, moaning, desperately trying to cling to her senses. She can’t keep taking this. She’s going to break, his cock is going to break her! But she can’t stop. She can’t push him away, she doesn’t have the strength for it, and she knows it. She knows that nothing can stop this from overwhelming her entirely.
Lauma is going to break on his cock, she’s going to come all over again, to show how depraved she can become so very quickly. She had known that such weakness lurked within her heart, she didn’t want this… how can she have fallen so easily to something she did not want? Something she does not crave? She doesn’t think she can fight it any longer, no matter how badly she might want to. She tries to keep herself under control, to fight this with all her might… but when he comes for a third time, pumping her full of his thick come for a second time, Lauma is there. She can’t help herself. A keening cry sounds out as she loses herself to climax, throwing her head back and coming harder than she ever has before.
She can feel it rushing over her, pulsing through her, even as his cock pulses within her body. The two of them are joined together, his passion stirring hers, pushing her to come with him. The intense arousal that floods her system is just too much to bear, and Lauma nearly passes out from it. She comes down on the other side, eyes glassy and unfocused, panting shallow, heavy breaths. This can’t be real, can it? This has to be some nightmare. A deeply pleasurable nightmare, some horrid wet dream her mind concocted… she can’t be this weak, this eager to be broken by the cock of a crazed Rimehorn Deer. She would not ordinarily consider any of the denizens of the Nod-Krai as mere beasts, not when she can speak to them and call them her friend…
But right now? There’s no other way to think of the one taking her, using her. He is not her friend, not her companion. She is nothing more than a mate for him, a hole to thrust into until he’s satisfied. And Lauma knows it. She knows that, she knows the role she allowed herself to fall into without a fight, the role that has now made her come twice. She has not known such pleasure before, and likely would not be able to feel this kind of pleasure without being used once more. She doesn’t want to think about that, about the way this has warped her mind. Will Lauma look back on this day?
Will she be trapped, thinking about how intensely broken being fucked like this has left her? With no mercy, no tenderness, just the raw and primal needs of a beast. And worse still, will she be thinking about how good this all felt to her? She feels him pull back out of her, his wet, hard cock slapping against her stomach as he rests for a moment. She doesn’t even have the strength to lift her head to look at him, to try and determine if the haze of lust is gone from his eyes. Of course, she gets her answer soon enough. Lauma feels him moving once more, guiding his cock clumsily into place, clearly exhausted and yet still not finished with her. And she soon feels him pressing somewhere she can not handle right now.
“No, no, not there,” she pleads, her voice weak, hoarse from the pounding her throat took and from the way he made her scream. The tip teases against her asshole, but in his frenzied desire to soothe this raging heat within him, the deer doesn’t know the difference. As soon as he feels something with some give, something that can take him, he thrusts. Lauma cries out, coming the instant she feels his cock stretch and slam into her tight asshole. She had no idea she was that sensitive there, she has never felt someone or something touching against that hole, not even her own hand. At least, not for any purpose other than cleaning herself. Now she can feel him ramming into her, claiming her, taking her, and her mind goes blank.
If his cock felt big in her cunt, this is on another level. Her asshole is much tighter, and all she can do is cry out with pleasure and pain. She had wondered why her body would so easily shift the pain she felt before into pleasure, ashamed at what that must have said about her… but now that she’s feeling this? The way the pain and pleasure mingle in a way far more intense than what she knew that first time? She can only curse herself for wondering. It’s making her pleasure that much more intense, and he hasn’t even started moving yet. She feels him deep inside of her, filling her, but she can’t do a thing to stop what’s coming next. He pulls back, thrusting in again, not even letting her relax from her orgasm for a moment.
She’s so sensitive, her mind reeling at the intense pleasure that builds up within her with each deep thrust into this tight hole. She did not know that taking him up her back door would make her feel this good, that something like this could even happen to her. Lauma has always been a rather chaste woman, innocent to these kinds of things… but as he ruts into her, claiming her hole in a desperate bid for more, she can only feel her pleasure surging all out of control. It’s too good, too much, and she knows that she’s going to lose all control of herself at this rate. She’s weak, helpless to do anything but take the deer’s length, thick cock as he rams into her and claims her for himself.
She knows that, when he does come to his senses, he’s going to have as much shame about all of this as she does. But that doesn’t change anything now. She can still hear the oppressive silence of the forest around her, knowing that the others must be watching her shame, watching the way she’s broken and humiliated by his cock. Watching the way she just allows this to happen to her. Lauma doesn’t know why she can’t fight back, she doesn’t know how much more of this she can take, but she’s not pleased with herself. With her body. She’s not going to hold on for much longer, she knows that much. Another climax is well on its way, even after being taken for the first time made her hit her peak instantly. She can’t believe she’s this sensitive, this weak to his cock, but there’s nothing she can do to steel herself now. She has no choice but to take this, to let it all play out and let it take its course with her.
She didn’t think it would be this maddening, this intense. Lauma can’t fight it, she can feel another wave of pleasure hitting her, coming yet again for the way this beast takes her. For the way he rams into her, rutting her, using her, taking whatever he wants from her. Why does she enjoy it? Why can she not control herself? As her climax finally starts to wind back down, each thrust prolonging it until her body just can’t take any more, the beast reaches his peak as well. His seed rushes into her asshole, claiming her, filling her, and Lauma can only moan weakly. She can’t take this. It’s all been too much, too intense. When he finally pulls out, cock still bucking and twitching, the last few ropes of his come erupt out onto her chest and clothes, staining her and marking her as his.
The beast is panting, and Lauma has the strength to lift her head. Her eyes are dazed, looking up at the magnificent deer that ravaged her for hours on end. Using every hole he could get to, taking her and dominating her… and she can watch the realization dawning on him, reason returning to him.
Moonchanter! The Rimehorn Deer says, in his tongue. In an instant, he balks, rushing from the scene. Lauma doesn’t even have the chance to speak, though she doesn’t really know what she would say, anyway. How much would he remember? She knows that he could tell what he did in the instant he came to, finally freed from the passion of his lust fueled haze…but would that haze block out the memories of his actions, or would it all snap into clarity? She doesn’t think she could offer much in comfort, and instead, she simply slumps against the log beneath her.
Lauma is far too tired to move, far too broken to lift herself. And once the deer is gone, she can hear the sounds of the forest returning. The chattering of the animals around her. For the first time in her life, Lauma wishes she could not understand the things they say.