Chapter 5
Five
Bree
Mangelli drives an ancient compact hatchback which tails me all the way back to my apartment. He finds an empty spot in the parking lot as I switch off my engine, and hurriedly he hops out, bounding over as I try to get the key into my front door.
Finally, the lock gives and I push open the door, flipping on the main living room light as I enter. Mangelli’s right behind me, and he wipes his hooves on the mat while I take off my shoes.
“Want some water? Tea?” I ask, trying to be a good hostess as I head into the kitchen. Mangelli follows.
“Water is fine.”
I grab us each a glass. “Should always drink plenty of water after yoga,” I say as I pour it.
“That’s true!” Mangelli sounds downright jolly as I carry the glasses to the table and we both sit down. “Helps move all that gunk out of your muscles.”
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask.
His brow furrows. “Well, you seemed upset. I don’t want you to be upset with me.”
I exhale, wishing we could skip this. “I’m not upset. I just know what this is now.” Slugging back some water, I shrug. “If you still want to have sex, though, I’m game. It’s part of my job, after all.”
Mangelli frowns down into his glass. “Shit. I’ve never been on this side of it.”
“This side of what?”
“I’m only ever friends with women. Usually I feel like I understand you perfectly.” He cocks his head and offers me a sad smile. “I’ve never been in an argument with one before.”
I cross my arms. “We’re arguing?”
“Aren’t we? You’re not pleased with what I said, but you won’t tell me why.”
It amuses and annoys me that he’s getting right to the point like this. I need to get to the point, too.
“I like you, Mangelli,” I finally say, keeping my eyes pinned on the table so I don’t have to look at him. “So I don’t want to get my hopes up, you know? I don’t want to get hurt. You’re married, and you only want to do this because of your hormones.”
“‘Only’?” Mangelli narrows his eyes. “I get it. You think that’s the reason I want you—the rut.”
I nod, clenching my glass.
“Maybe.” He leans forward on the table, all amusement faded from his face. “I’ve always looked at you, Bree. Always been curious about you. Now, all I know is I want to make you come like that again. I want to make you scream while I do my best to put a fawn in you. If we haven’t already.”
My body responds immediately to this suggestion, to the memory of him on the breeding bench. How he had worked me so expertly, finding my pleasure and chasing it with abandon. How he’d pumped everything inside me, and even now, his baby could be growing there.
Mangelli’s nostrils flare, and he gets up from his chair. He walks around the table until he’s standing in front of me and I’m looking up his chest.
“You unlocked something in me,” he says, stroking my hair as he kneels in front of me. “And I want to explore it. I want to understand it. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before.”
That takes me by surprise. How is that possible when he handled me like that on the table?
“What? Never?”
“Never. But I want to experience you again.” He runs his fingers through my curls, and already, I can tell he’s growing hard under his shorts. “And if you’re the mother of our fawn, wouldn’t it be better if we had a relationship?”
I didn’t consider this. We aren’t the usual DreamTogether case, given I know Mangelli outside the clinic. And hell if I don’t want him inside me again, the way he was in the breeding room.
Slowly, I rise to my feet. He wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me in closer until I can feel his erection against my thigh. I rub my pelvis against his, and Mangelli’s breath stutters. Hands wander down to my ass, which he grabs to keep me in place while he grinds his hips.
“Fuck,” he mutters, biting his lip with his blunt teeth. “You smell so good. I just want to rip your clothes off, right now.”
I glance into the kitchen at the clock. It’ll be time for me to stream soon, and I don’t want to miss it. A girl’s gotta pay her bills and all.
Then I’m hit by an idea.
“Hey,” I whisper, rising to my tiptoes to get closer to Mangelli’s floppy ear. “I want to show you something.”
He tilts his head. “What is it?”
I grab his hand in mine and tug him out of the kitchen, and he eagerly follows as I lead him down the hall to my cam room. When I flip on the light, Mangelli comes to a halt in the doorway.
“Whoa,” he says, looking around at the stage lights set up all around the bed. “What… what is this?”
“My studio.” I step into the room and put one hand on top of my webcam where it’s positioned in front of the bed. “This is my job.”
He blinks. “And that job is?”
I head to the desk to flip open my computer and turn the screen to show him the camera feed. Then I get on the comforter, positioning myself in front of the webcam. I can tell the moment Mangelli figures it out because his brows rise nearly to his horns.
“You’re a cam girl?” he asks in a hoarse voice. “Really?”
I nod and lean back on the bed, propping myself up against the pillows while I spread my legs. His eyes grow even bigger.
“Yup. For a few years now. Pays better than any regular job I’ve had.” I pat the bed beside me. “My stream starts in fifteen minutes.”
His mouth falls open. “Do I get to watch?” he asks, licking his lips.
“Well, I was going to suggest you do more than watch.” I’m still wearing my spandex, so I reach down and run a finger between my legs.
I didn’t think Mangelli could look any more surprised than he already is, but tonight has been full of surpassed expectations.
“You want me to…” He clears his throat. “You want me to be on the stream with you?”
“Usually I perform by myself, but I think they’d really like it.” I play with one of my tits through my sports bra, and Mangelli moves closer to the bed. “You don’t have to show your face if you don’t want. It’s all about camera angles.”
His mouth works like he’s trying to find an answer, and I hope I haven’t scared him off.
“You want me to fuck you… on camera…?” he mutters again, like he can’t believe it.
“No pressure.” I get up off the bed and head to my closet where I keep all my cam outfits, and start shedding my clothes.
Mangelli stares in fascination as I strip down, then search for what I want to wear.
I pull out a black thong and a halter top dress with a big keyhole for my tits.
When I turn back to face him, Mangelli’s expression has shifted from surprise to blatant, fiercely hungry desire.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “I would love to fuck you on camera.”
Together, we figure out a few positions where his face won’t show. My excitement builds as I head to my computer to start the stream, and I gesture for Mangelli to wait off-screen.
“Hey everyone,” I croon to the camera. “I’ve got a really big surprise for you today.”
oooh, says one of my regulars. a surprise?
what kind of surprise? asks someone else.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” I wink at them. “But I think you’re going to like it. No requests today, though.”
The chat is disappointed but understanding.
“I’d like to introduce someone,” I say, gesturing for Mangelli to get undressed.
He disposes of his shorts first, then his shirt, and I’m fascinated by the sight of him.
He has solid muscle all over his body under his bronze fur, and damn, his fully erect cock is a sight for sore eyes.
I pat the bed next to me, and he climbs on, keeping his face out of the view of the camera.
omg. Sienna has company. Dozens of shocked emojis bubble up in the chat.
minotaur? someone else asks. satyr?
I forgot to ask Mangelli for a pseudonym, so I make one up on the fly.
“This is Rick,” I say to the camera, creeping toward where Mangelli kneels on the bed, his junk in full view. “Rick with the big dick.”
I glance up at him, and he’s staring down at me with a perplexed look.
“Rick?” he whispers, and I cover my mouth so I don’t laugh.
“Sorry.”
Then, boldly, I run a hand down his ripped belly to his groin, where his fur is even thicker.
His cock protrudes from a sheath here, pink and wet.
I never got to look at it in the breeding room, but now I’m face-to-face with it, and damn—no wonder it felt great.
It’s thick and long, and already a droplet of pre-cum has formed at the tip.
I slide my fingers down the length of it, and Mangelli’s hips jerk. Then I take it fully in my hand and stroke from the base to the head, and his shoulders curl forward.
“Fuck,” he whispers, clenching his hands into fists. “I want to be inside you.”
I chuckle, turning to the camera. “Hear that, babes? We’ve got an eager one.”
I’d be the same way, says someone in the chat.
Fuck her! exclaims someone else.
I laugh, turning back to the massive cock in front of me.
After stroking a few more times, I lower my head and lick just the tip.
Mangelli tastes perfect, salty and masculine.
He groans as I wrap my lips around him and slide him into my mouth.
I start out just teasing him, swirling my tongue as I suck gently.
His hand lands on my head, and encouraged, I take him even deeper, relaxing my throat to allow him through.
I glance up at his face to find Mangelli’s jaw hanging open, his eyes disbelieving.
I really go to town now, ignoring the chat as I deep throat him, pulling back and teasing him more before sinking him into my mouth again.
“Damn,” Mangelli groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come right into your mouth.”
Pulling my lips off his dick, I grin. “Can’t have that.”