Chapter 4
Four
Arthur
The rest of the week, making a fawn is the only thing I can think about.
I’ll admit that I lock myself in the bathroom and jerk off quite a few times remembering what it was like inside the woman on the bench.
That was my first time interacting with a vagina beyond sex ed I took in high school, and it was mesmerizing.
It awoke something in me, a desire I never knew I had.
Bennett and Jack are both bisexual. I assumed I wasn’t. Well, that idea is out the window now.
I don’t tell Bennett, and especially not Jack, that I hope we have to go visit DreamTogether a second time. It sated some primal need to breed that woman, and now all I can think about is sex.
One night, as we’re cooking dinner and waiting for Jack to get home, I come up behind Bennett and palm his dick through his shorts.
“Hot stove, man,” Bennett says, gently pushing me away. He scoots the pan out of the heat and flicks off the burner before turning around to face me. “Rutting season got you in its clutches this time, huh?”
I grin as we butt foreheads. “Sure does.”
“All right.” Bennett glances sideways at the partially cooked veggies. “I guess we’ll finish this later and it’ll be hot when Jack gets home.”
I hook my arms around him to cup his ass. “I want to top.”
Bennett squints at me. “What? Since when?”
“Since now.”
At first, he looks puzzled. Then a sly smile comes over him, and he grabs me by the arm to pull me into the living room. I guess we aren’t even going to make it to the bedroom.
Luckily, I keep some lube in the coffee table drawer.
Bennett strips off his pants, shirt still on, and I do the same. Then he gets on the ground on his knees and puts his hands on the couch, exposing his ass to me.
“Like this?” he says over his shoulder, voice sultry. “You want to breed me, Arthur?”
My lip curls. He’s onto me. Can’t hide anything from my husband.
“I saw you at DreamTogether,” Bennett says, dropping one hand to stroke himself. “I watched you make a woman come on your first try.”
It was easy, though. I just had to listen to her, hear what she wanted and give her more of it. I would say that all fucking is the same, but her body… it spoke to me. We understood each other.
Kneeling behind Bennett, I run my hands down his back so his spine bows. I’ve topped Bennett once, maybe twice, but it’s not our preference. This time, though, I need it.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to clean up—” he starts, but I ignore him as I push his tail up and dive in to lick his ass.
He gasps and bends forward, his thighs spreading.
I tease him, lathering him up, opening him for my tongue.
His hips jerk, so I take to stroking his dick at the same time, until he’s hard in my palm and starting to leak.
But now my need has grown immense, so I pull away, grabbing the handle of the drawer and yanking it open to find the little bottle of lube I have tucked in it. Once my cock is shining, I spread more lube around Bennett’s tight ass.
“I’m going to put so much of my cum in you,” I tell him as the head of my cock nudges his opening. Then I push, and he groans, his body tensing. “But you have to breathe, Bennett.”
My husband nods and obeys, relaxing so I can push in farther.
I try to stay calm, to go easy on him, but the fire has been lit.
Soon I’m thrusting wildly and Bennett’s moaning, clutching the table with white knuckles.
And fuck, if I’m not thinking about the woman on the bench, hearing her escalating moans as I took her closer and closer to the brink.
How she had burst around me, squeezing me the way Bennett is now, and I shouldn’t be thinking of her while I’m balls-deep in my husband, but my brain is a scramble and—
I can’t help it when I come too early. I slam into Bennett, grunting as I let loose everything, my cum squeezing out as I try desperately to keep going. Shit, I can’t leave him high and dry like this.
“Hello, boys.”
Bennett and I both freeze, glancing up to find Jack standing in the doorway. His ears twitch, and his lip pulls up in a one-sided smile.
“Not something you see every day,” he says, entering the living room. Neither of us moves as he approaches us dressed in a collared shirt and slacks. He bends down on one knee and takes my chin in hand, studying me.
“Hi,” I squeak out.
“Your hormones going crazy, huh?” He rubs the fur under my chin. “Needed to breed ol’ Bennett?”
“He didn’t last, though,” Bennett pipes up, and I glare at him as I slowly extricate my cock from his plump rear.
“Is that right?” Jack stands up again and opens the top button of his shirt. Then the next one. And the next. His smirk is growing wider. “I need to intervene, is what you’re saying?”
I get out of the way as Jack takes my place. I watch as he pumps himself a few times, then in one thrust, buries his cock inside Bennett. Jack exhales and closes his eyes, as if this act alone has cleared away the weariness of his day.
“Why don’t you go finish dinner?” he says to me, and I hurriedly head into the kitchen, without pants, to turn the burner back on. Then I hear Bennett’s cry as Jack finishes what I started.
Yeah, the whole week is like this. It seems like even Jack is in a hornier mood than usual, which isn’t what I expected, but I suppose the rut is affecting all of us.
I think about skipping yoga because I’m sore, but I know it’ll be good for me to stretch out.
And besides… there’s a part of me that wants to see Bree again.
I want to update her on our progress with DreamTogether.
I have friends, of course, who I’ve been open with about the path we chose.
But there’s something about her that’s different.
She exudes a sexual self-assurance that makes me wonder if I can confide in her about what I experienced in a way I can’t with anyone else.
How it opened up a brand-new world for me.
So I pack up my mat and head to class. I get there early, and I’m surprised to find Bree standing outside, checking her phone.
“Hey, Bree!” I call out.
When she looks up, a bright smile dances across her face.
“Hey yourself.” She makes a little fist and playfully bops me on the shoulder. “Look at you, soon-to-be dad.”
I blink. Can she read my mind?
“How did you know we had our first session with the surrogate?” I ask.
“Oh, um…” She furrows her brow, eyes flicking to the ground. “Well, uh, you said you got accepted into the program, so I just figured?”
Now that I’m closer to her, it hits me: her scent. It’s thick and sweet and so familiar. The way my cock responds is instantaneous, and every nerve ending in my body lights up like a Christmas tree.
Oh, shit. It’s her. Now that I get a closer look at Bree, I feel like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. The bouncy red curls. The freckled skin. Even her voice. How did I not notice the voice?
I guess I’d never really gotten a good whiff of her before, but now it’s a wave of sensation blowing through my nostrils, straight into my brain.
“Bree?” I ask, my voice wavering. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
She looks at me like I have three horns. “What was me?”
“At DreamTogether.” Unconsciously, I take another step toward her, drinking in that delicious smell. “Our surrogate. It was you on that bench, wasn’t it?”
Her eyes go big and round, and I know I’ve got it right. And fuck, how my whole body wants to tackle her to the ground, rip off her clothes, and bury myself inside her again. The sheer need almost bowls me over completely.
“H-how… did you know?” Bree whispers as more people arrive for class. She shuffles away from the entrance, and I follow her like a loyal dog. I can’t help leaning even closer, so I can bring that scent into my nostrils right at the source. Her expression is fearful and guilt-ridden.
“I’m sorry, Mangelli,” she says hastily when I don’t answer. “It’s just, when you mentioned DreamTogether, it gave me the push I needed to apply, too.”
My mouth is filling with saliva the longer she talks. I can feel the rut edging in on my mind, my balls already twitching as I study her. How did I not notice before what a cute little nose she has? How her freckles cover her cheeks like stars? How her big tits strain her sports bra under her top?
“I’m glad,” I say. I can’t help crowding into her personal space, and she backs up against the wall of the building. “I’m glad it was you, Bree.”
My cock is already so hard it’s probably quite visible through my shorts.
“You… are?” She appears utterly baffled.
I lean closer, propping one hand on the wall so my mouth is close to her ear. It’s like I’m no longer in control of what I do or say.
“Yeah. Then it’s not just some stranger carrying my fawn. It’s you.”
My hand reaches for her belly, stopping just a few inches short. She hasn’t given me permission to touch her yet, as much as I desperately want to.
Her eyes are still wide and disbelieving. “Just little old me. Hopefully.”
Bree puts her hand on mine and presses it to her stomach, where said fawn could already be growing, and I have to grit my teeth just so I don’t throw her over my shoulder and carry her off to a dark alleyway to have my way with her.
My instincts are completely out of control, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them.
Bree
I have no idea what the fuck is going on.
For the first time since I met him, Mangelli isn’t smiling, which makes him look like a totally different satyr.
No, his eyes with the square pupils are intense, his slitted nostrils flared.
His fingers dig into my flesh through my workout shirt as he shifts even closer, so he’s caging me in against the side of the building.
“Bree,” he rasps, that hand on my belly now creeping to my hip. “You were amazing. Fucking amazing. I’ll never, ever forget it.”
I peer up at him, and there’s a shadow in his gaze that makes the hair on my neck stand on end. This is not at all the Mangelli I’ve come to know.
“You liked it?” I ask hesitantly.
“‘Liked it’?” He snorts like a farm animal. “I fucking loved it. Couldn’t get enough. What I wouldn’t give to do it again.”
Thrill lights me up. That’s not what I expected him to say.
“You’re married,” I whisper, leaning into the hand curled possessively around my side.
Mangelli grits his blunt goat teeth.
“I know.” He exhales heavily. “It’s not against the rules or anything. Satyrs have open relationships. I just… it’s rutting season, and I need it. I need you.”
I frown. “Rutting season?” This sounds familiar. “Like a deer?”
Mangelli chokes. “Yeah, I guess so. Satyrs go into rut in early spring.”
So that’s what’s going on. This bit of knowledge deflates me. He’s only acting like this because of what, his natural hormones? Because his instincts want to fuck and breed?
It’s not about me at all.
“Oh.” I drop my hands to my sides, all my excitement draining out of me.
Mangelli frowns as he studies my face. “What is it, Bree?” he asks, not releasing his grip.
“Nothing.” I pull away, scooting out from under his shadow, and he lets me go with a quizzical expression. “We should get to class.”
Then I pick up my mat, turn my back to him, and head inside.
Mangelli follows me through the door, but now we’re surrounded by people, and that seems to keep him quiet. I head to a locker to take off my shoes, and he gives me one last searching look before finding his own empty locker.
Still, he puts his mat next to mine at the back of the room.
“Bree,” he whispers, worried. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset. I just understand the picture now.” I stretch out, trying to ignore him. Yeah, it hurt my feelings, but what did I expect? He’s married, I assume out of love. He’s only attracted to me because of what we did at DreamTogether, because of his natural biology.
I got what I wanted. We hooked up. It was great. I don’t need my emotions dragged into it, too.
“What picture is that?” he presses. But then the teacher calls the class to order, and our conversation ends. Still, Mangelli shoots me looks as we perform our poses.
At the end of class, I roll up my mat, intending to get out of there quickly. Before I can go, though, a hand lands on my shoulder.
“Bree.”
I pause, then turn around to face him.
“Please, can we go get coffee?” Mangelli asks, looking rather pathetic.
“I’m going home,” I say.
“Then let’s talk there. I’ll follow you.”
He’s not getting the message, is he? I sigh as he comes with me out into the locker room.
“Fine. If you want to talk that badly, we can.”
Mangelli waits patiently as I put on my shoes—given he’s hoofed and doesn’t need them—and then he follows me out the door. I give him instructions on how to get to my house, and eagerly he jots it down on his phone before we part ways.
As I get in my car, I wonder if I’m making a mistake.