Chapter 10
Ten
This was all for the sake of distraction, Fawn told herself as she lay back in the nest.
She had heard Errol yell as Zax landed in front of her in the forest. If he were with those hunters, and they knew about the treehouse, and they saw Zax running away… then they wouldn’t come for her in three days. They would come for her now.
She just had to distract Zax until then. When they attacked, she could escape in the chaos. Ideally, after Zax carried her down from this damn tree.
But in her heart, she knew the truth: if this really was her last time with Zax, she wanted to try something she had been secretly longing for ever since she saw his cocks.
“I will make it nice,” Zax promised as he hooked his fingers inside her, flexing them against that sweet spot until she was stretched and dripping.
Fawn arched against him, her naked breasts brushing his chest. For some reason, this made her think of her wedding night.
She had been young and scared and had never seen a naked man before.
Renly hadn’t bothered to get her wet first, and he had gone too fast. For years after, Fawn had believed that every woman’s first time hurt.
Only after she left that tiny town did someone tell her it didn’t have to be that way—if the man took his time.
After Zax stretched her with his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue and laved at her until she was wet with his saliva and her own juices.
“I’m ready,” Fawn gasped.
Zax hummed distractedly, still pushing that long tongue inside her.
Then her words registered, and he sat up so fast his tongue made a slick, unclogging noise that almost made Fawn giggle.
She was getting that urge more in recent days with Zax.
It was almost a relief to learn he had purposely kept her from her husband’s family.
It reminded her what he really was. Not a lonely man searching for a wife to shower with affection.
Zax was a monster looking for a spouse to use, nothing more.
Zax took her wrists and pressed them down into the nest. Fawn’s heartbeat quickened, her breath hitching as she thought back to Zax’s affinity for chasing his prey. She had never fled from him, so he had never gotten the chance to chase her. But if she had…
Fawn squirmed in his grip, flutters of strange excitement running through her core as she imagined him pouncing on her.
“I will make it nice,” Zax repeated, breathing hard. He rubbed his lower cock against her hole, and Fawn shivered. His flared cockhead was pointed at the tip, but the texture felt mostly the same as Renly’s—velvet soft.
“You like to chase,” Fawn said in a rush. “Have you ever thought of chasing me?”
Zax looked up. He had been watching his cock, which was still rubbing gently over her hole.
“Yes,” he admitted, surprised and eager.
“To eat me?”
“No.”
Fawn flexed her wrists, feeling his iron grip. “What would you do to me?”
Zax watched her face, his single eye wide. Like he couldn’t quite believe she was asking. But he was clearly just as excited as she was, his tail lashing hard behind him.
“I would pin you down,” he said hastily. “You would be so small and helpless underneath me.”
It should have been a nightmare. But Fawn couldn’t get enough of it, imagining that the nest below her was a forest floor.
She would have had time to run, but she could never escape him.
She tried to make herself feel it: the helpless fear of being prey.
For some reason, it was not bad if she knew it was fake.
“And then?” she breathed.
“I would rip off your clothes,” Zax blurted. “So you would be bare for me. Then I would turn you over and take you right there on the forest floor.”
Fawn groaned as she imagined it: on her hands and knees in the dirt, her clothes in tatters as he took her. With both his cocks, of course, because in a fantasy, she didn’t have to worry that she couldn’t take him.
Fawn rode her hips against his cock. “Put it in. Just the tip!”
Zax let go of one wrist to take his lower cock in his hand and guide himself in. The first part was shockingly easy, his pointed cockhead slipping in halfway. Then she reached the flared base of his cockhead, and she braced herself against the stretch.
Zax whined like an animal. He pulled out slowly, then eased himself back in with a shaking hand.
After several shallow thrusts, his flared cockhead popped in. Then he pulled it out, and Fawn gasped. It felt amazing.
“Faster,” she said.
Zax whined louder, the sound turning loud and piteous. He was trembling with the effort of holding back, the effort of not holding her down and pounding into her like they had both dreamed about.
His upper cock skated over her mound with each shallow thrust. At the right angle, it even grazed her clit.
Fawn moaned, arching into it. It felt incredible, tiny electric shocks running through her every time that upper cock touched her clit, but she couldn’t help imagining what it would be like the other way around.
If that upper cock was inside her and his lower cock was nudging her ass, sliding down to meet her other hole…
Fawn closed her eyes, lost in the fantasy of being filled by two cocks. She could apparently do it with the spell. She had never thought of the concept until she met Zax. Why would she?
Zax rocked in and out of her. But unlike with his tongue and his thick fingers, he never pushed deeper. He bent over her, resting his forehead in the nest above her, fangs gritted with his restraint.
His cock didn’t hurt inside her, Fawn noticed with alarm. It was a stretch, to be sure. But she could take more… couldn’t she? She could at least try.
But before she could tell him he could go deeper, Zax let out a strangled growl.
“I cannot,” he panted. “I am going to—”
“Do it,” Fawn said.
Zax howled and came, pushing that wonderful, flared cockhead deeper than ever. Come spurted out of her hole, dripping down into the nest. But even as he rode out each spurt with a weak thrust, he did not slump. He was still hard, after all.
Fawn canted her hips, feeling his other cock throb against her clit. “The other one.”
Zax whimpered. He let go of her other wrist and took his upper cock in his hand, guiding it down to the mess he had created in her hole. He pressed inside with a slick noise, and Fawn moaned as he pushed his own spend back into her.
It didn’t hurt at all. Fawn could take a little more, at least.
“More,” she said.
Zax looked up, his purple eye flickering. “More?”
“Deeper,” Fawn said. “Go deeper.”
She ground down against him, both of them groaning when he slipped further inside.
Zax took her waist and thrust deeper. He watched her face the whole time, sniffing the air for her pain.
His softening lower cock dragged against her ass, and Fawn entertained the idea of getting him hard again, an impossible loop of coming and getting hard again until she bulged with his come in both her holes.
Zax pushed even deeper. Further than Renly’s small cock could ever dream. So far, he was almost entirely inside, with only an inch of him still resting outside her hole.
Fawn sat up to watch, open-mouthed. The stretch was glorious. Every second felt like it might start to hurt, but it never did. It only strained her to the point of pain, then backed away to leave her in gorgeous ecstasy.
Zax’s cock bumped against her end. He huffed, dropping his forehead against hers.
“I cannot… go any deeper,” he said.
For the first time, Fawn wished that she had let Zax take her on that damn trip to visit his spell-casting brother in the forbidden Anderfel mountains.
She wrapped her good leg around his waist and almost did the same with her bad leg until her ankle reminded her how tender it was and forced her to lower it.
“Just fuck me,” Fawn begged.
Zax groaned and kept fucking her; short, quick thrusts yet again.
Only this time, his cock was as deep as it would go.
He growled and whined and made such animal noises that Fawn thought she should be appalled.
But she was panting, too, crying out like a small thing getting devoured.
She had never made noises like this during sex, even when he used his fingers or his long, flexible tongue.
Fawn let him fuck her and thought about being pushed down into the forest floor, both holes gloriously filled.
If they had time, she might ask him to use her other hole.
She wanted them both, even if she couldn’t take all of it, wanted to see how much he could make her take, wanted to hear the noises he made as both his cocks spilled deep inside—
Fawn came with a scream. She was barely aware of her body, all her edges fuzzing until she was a thing of pure pleasure that was shoved into her with each stroke of Zax’s cock.
She squeezed down around him. Zax howled and crushed her close as he came a second time, shoving into her so deep she thought her hole might bruise.
Zax did not let go of her for a long time after. Both of them shook. He pulled out with a slick pop, and Fawn flushed as she felt his come run down her legs.
“I will get another fur for the nest in a moment,” Zax mumbled. But he didn’t move. He licked at the sweat cooling on her neck, and Fawn wondered if she had ever been this close to another person. Not that Zax was a person, but… still.
She shifted in his grip, suddenly wanting out. No, she didn’t want out—she wanted to want to be let out. She was actually quite content in his arms. Worryingly so, for someone who had only slept with him to distract him from the hunters coming to take her away.
She had never been naked with him before, she realized. Not unless she was in the bath, where he could not get too close. It felt less intimate that way. And she didn’t want to be too intimate with him. Not when she knew they had a time limit.
Zax did not demand that they leave again, as she feared. He only replaced the fur lining in the nest and lay down with her again, holding her close.
Fawn was almost asleep when he asked, “Do you dislike my scars?”
Fawn lifted her head from his chest. “What?”
“My scars,” Zax said. “I could find a way to get rid of them if you disliked them. I think. My brothers know all sorts of magic.”
Fawn frowned. She didn’t know he was self-conscious of the scars the Circle had given him the first time they met.
“I like them,” Fawn said automatically. She stroked his broken horn and watched his eye fall closed.
His other eye remained scarred shut, and Fawn felt a strange stab of guilt as she tried to imagine what he looked like before they attacked him: healthy and whole.
She had only ever seen him bound and bleeding, after the hunting party had come back.
“Do you?” Fawn asked cautiously.
Zax paused. “They hurt, sometimes.”
“Still?” Fawn touched the deepest scars in his shoulders, feeling the grooves. “I don’t want you to hurt. But they don’t look bad.”
“Good,” said Zax, relieved. “I wish to be something you enjoy looking at.”
With that, he settled back down and slept. Fawn stayed awake, staring at the closed curtains. The ones he had put up for her, just like the table, and the books, and the cutlery.
Any moment now, she told herself, ignoring the horrible sadness that arose at the thought.