Breeding Boudoir- page 3

“This okay, Darling?” inquired Villepin dotingly.

“Hah… Y-yes ma’am… it’s wonderful…” She dropped her head back on the pillow, her little stubby antlers pushing into the puffy padding as her back arched from ecstasy.

“That… it is…” groaned her cervine lover in a deeper, shaky tone.

“Very good,” commended the older doe, gazing up at him, eyes locked to his. He watched her for a while as he slowly drove his cock in and out of the whimpering, pleasure-addled doe on the bed between them. What happened next felt like it was commanded immediately of them both. An unstoppable force pulled parted mouths together in a desperate, hot, tongue-stroking furious kiss.

Simone wasn’t sure what provoked it, why it felt so critically required right then, but the moment she saw his eyes drift shut and mouth open she couldn’t stop herself. She felt a pang of guilt as it happened, but the guilt was riddled with so many other feelings. She wanted to break the kiss to check on Madeline, but didn’t want to appear as if she’d knowingly done something wrong. It was a conflicted, if heated moment. Some of that conflict was tempered with a rush of taboo arousal that smashed into the older doe at the realization that the sweet tanginess that this perfect, passionate kiss was laced with was taken from the depths of her sweet charge.

The silence was interrupted by Madeline as she murmured upward softly, “Oh wow. Wow, that’s… That’s actually… rather strange.”

Villepin pulled back, flustered, glancing down at Madeline, prepared to apologize. Surely she’d understand how much heat and emotion were at play just then. Beaufort looked pained as well, probably understanding that he’d probably crossed a line. This was about the younger doe’s gift, not their personal enjoyment.

However, Madeline was grinning mirthfully as Simone’s gaze fell upon her.

“Oh, don’t stop,” she panted. “… said it was weird, didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Simone’s eyes widened and her ears felt on fire as the taste of her young charge’s lusty nectar lingered on her tongue. Good heavens.

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-Excerpt from part 3 of "Breeding Boudoir", adaptation by Alps Sarsis

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