Reading a post Incubus Challenge on Morley’s My Submissive Journey Blog, https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?postid=29682&blog_id=31880
I was reminded how much of Fetish erotica is vanilla in my eyes. - sure they call it primal, but in my brain it’s animalistic sex with play party level bottoming/obedience. Her post was exceptional, in that it exceeded that limitation - deliciously messy, kinky stuff.
If I want to write about Animalistic Sex, I often just write animal sex
I submit for your enjoyment Chapter 1 of
The Beltane Bride
by (Me)
Spirit Guides Adventure Series: Book 1
109,809 words
Chapter 1 - A Doe and a Stag
Lily locked the pub doors behind her and walked up Salem Street towards home. Except for a small clutch of tourists, Boston’s North End was deserted. The cool night air smelled of the sea. As pleasant as the night might be, Lily was more interested in enjoying her shower and bed than the charms of old Boston.
Turning up a dead end alley and then right past the dumpster, she wondered again about the history of this odd little house with its small, brick porch above another brick porch. The solid wood door with massive iron straps and hinges could have come off a medieval chapel or a pirate ship. The interior resembled a landlocked sailing ship with its ribbed walls and rough-hewn wood beams. She was grateful for the heavy materials. After a night managing Conlin's Pub, it was nice to know her quick, hot shower wouldn't disturb her landlord sleeping above.
Slipping off her shoes at the door, Lily stepped out of her plain gray skirt, leaned against the wall to unsnap and peel off her nylons, and dropped the nylons into her laundry basket, the only item in her living room. After the white, button collar blouse followed the nylons, she stood clad in just a garter belt. It needed rinsing, so Lily left it on as she stepped into the shower.
Growing up in sticky Atlanta, Lily had shed the habit of wearing underwear during college. Two winters ago, when her Uncle Dann asked her to help manage his pub while he 'looked for a buyer', she had jumped at the chance. Never having travelled much or lived away from home, the chance to live in a seaport sharing an ocean with Europe and Africa fed her dreams for travel and adventure. Snow and cold was just part of the adventure. A fox coat from eBay kept her toasty warm. The little gusts of wind that might have been blocked by panties were as much a cooling relief as a titillating touch and reminder of her new life.
Soaping her breasts, Lily thought once again of getting implants. Maybe when they started to sag. *Not that it matters with this dry spell. No use putting on a fancy dress when I end up dining alone.* Celibate for over a year, she thought of the opportunities and offers she had ignored. Once she realized Uncle Dann was dying, casual sex while living in his house hadn't seemed right. Lily shook off the thought of her newly buried uncle, hung the wet garter on a hook, and towelled dry. Five steps later, she was in bed.
Lily might not have any other furniture, but her bedroom was a Gypsy delight. Jewel toned fabric prints from around the world wrapped around every mirror, covered the single window, draped dressers and lamps, and lavishly wound around and across her four-poster bed. Secure in her cosy nest, Lily lay spread-eagle atop her bed, tucked a fresh towel under her hips and reached for her vibrator. Even without a man in her bed, the hour before sleep was a very special part of Lily's daily routine.
- - -
She was a doe grazing at the edge of a meadow. The spring breeze stroked her white chest and belly, teased her brown thighs. Alert for the sounds of danger, she paused in mid-chew. Disturbed as much by her spring desire, the itch to be ridden by a male deer, as by any sound. Glancing up, she found herself transfixed by round, brown eyes. A young buck, proud and majestic in his raw male power stared at her. As she stood trapped in his gaze, a drip tickled her hind leg. The flash of her tail wafted the scent of her readiness into the air. She flared her nostrils and sucked in deeply, hoping to catch the scent of the buck.
Watching, waiting, she saw his nostrils flare as his snort stirred the grasses at his feet. Looking towards his haunches, she saw the tip of his penis emerge from his white fur shaft. He grunted and she felt herself give an answering moan. As he strode towards her, her legs locked. She stared, trembling as he broke into a run. His handsome rack raised, she stared up at his chest with lowered head ... until suddenly, she startled and ran.
Under forest cover she ran quickly through the familiar paths, ducking and dodging. The white heat of his desire finding an answering warmth in her crotch. Flashing her tail for balance, she relished the chance to run, to stretch and exert herself, to nimbly show her worth as a mating partner. Running faster, she found herself in unfamiliar paths, beyond the comfortable meadows and trees of her life so far. Bursting into a meadow she put on full speed, yet he easily pulled alongside her, overmatching her strides. Mashing his side against her shoulder, he forced her to turn, and turn again, slowing her, herding her, until she found herself exhausted and stumbling towards a dense thicket. The Buck mercilessly pressed her into the brush, forcing her deeper. Vines wrapped themselves around her legs, holding her firmly, binding her in place, calming her in their strong embrace.
Lowering her head, the doe lifted her tail and exposed her swollen vulva. His hot breath beat upon her neck as he plunged deep inside her. His long cock straining, his black nostrils flaring, the buck took her. Throbbing and pumping, he was eager to possess her. As the buck released inside her and she cried out in orgasm, Lily sensed a shift.
No longer a deer, she was a woman in a man's embrace. Pinned underneath his powerful body, his elbows squeezed her shoulders, a forearm forced her face into his chest as he thrust his thick cock deep inside. Her pussy wet from orgasm, she felt more stretch than friction as he forced himself inside her. The moan of pleasure as his cock pressed down her cervix was interrupted by a gasp as he ground her inflamed clit. She felt his inhale against her scalp as he drew his shaft back. The head of his cock spread her pussy lips from the inside as she clenched to hold him in her. Laughing, he pumped her from lips to cervix, slowly gaining speed, taking what he felt was rightly his. With speed, his thrusts were not as crushing. Still, she felt a burning intensity.
Exhausting himself in speed, his thrusts slowed, deepened and she groaned as he strained to contain his orgasm. Crushing her in his arms, he sunk deep inside her, holding time suspended, electrified, tingling, shattering, wet and aching until she cried out. She felt him spasm, hot and wet - deep inside her. Lily released herself to the fullness of her orgasm. Satisfied, elated, and feeling alive, she lay there panting on top of her covers, her pussy juices smeared on thighs and belly.
With a happy smile, Lily allowed herself to fall into a good night's sleep.
- - -
Myles settled into bed in the room above Lily. At first he had been restless, living in the little house off Salem St. After years sleeping in a sailboat anchored off Woods Hole, sleeping on dry land, in a city, had been quite an adjustment. He wanted to settle down, to balance his roving spirit with a some traditional stability, but the transition was difficult.
Recently, things had changed for the better. He had started waking up in bed, exotic fantasies rousing him in his sleep. After arousal and release, he awoke well rested and prepared for 'work'. Not that work took up much time. Five years ago, he realized his Masters Degree in Marine Biology wasn't enough for a career in research and began saving to go back to school. After saving and saving, he only had enough for 6 months of school. Faced with a choice between selling his beloved boat 'Gudrun' and his dreams of a doctorate, Myles had dog paddled. Fortunately for him, procrastination had worked out; Aunt Charlotte had named Myles in her will.
The trust for the house was a little unusual. As long as a direct descendant of Charlotte's grandfather lived in the house, and no major remodelling was done, the trust would pay the taxes, maintenance costs, and a livable salary to the occupant. A relative named by the beneficiary could take over as the new beneficiary and the house could be passed from generation to generation. If no relative could be found, the house and the trust that made it possible passed to the Boston Historical Society.
Myles had to admit, it was a very sweet setup for him. As long as he was willing to call the house home, Aunt Charlotte's house would take care of him. It made his dream of a doctorate possible, and he had gone back to school. Spring semester ended last week, 'work' was a few hours volunteering at the aquarium. Contented with his life, Myles drifted off towards sleep.
- - -
Rather than sleep, Myles imagined himself as a 3-point buck in a deep forest. His horns itched as he rubbed off the last of the velvet on a nearby tree. Stepping into a meadow, he spotted a doe across the grass. Feeling the stirring of desire, he stared at the doe. She bowed her neck before him, as if the distance between them were only inches, and looked up at him with deference and submission, silently acknowledging him as her master. A flick of her tail sent him a fragrant message of her availability. His body responded; his chest swelled, his cock grew long and hard. As he drew the scent of her deep into his chest, he heard his hooves stomp, and he launched himself at the sweet doe waiting for him. Intent on mounting her, he kept his eyes locked on hers, willing her to stay quiet and ready - keeping her in his mental grip as he thundered across the grass.
Almost upon her, a circling hawk caught his eye. In that brief second, his hold on the doe wavered. She darted away in a flash, twisting and leaping. He followed her - frustrated by her escape, yet excited by the chase. His nose tracked her vulva as she darted between trees, squeezing through gaps before he knew they existed. He tracked close behind, nose to tail, his tongue straining to catch her taste. He could feel her tiring and he slowed a step to stretch out the moment - basking in his power over her, sure of the outcome, enjoying the chase.
As she stumbled into a meadow, he couldn't resist pulling slightly ahead, so the doe was running at his shoulder. She ran doggedly but her breath came raggedly. He forced her to slow, bumping her off balance, herding her in a circle. Her pace gradually slowed until he spied a dense patch of shrubs. As he forced her into the bushes, his power over her brought his excitement to a head. He held the back of her neck in his teeth until she stood still, trembling beneath him. Only when she stood totally still, subject to his desire, did he mount and enter her. The grasp of her vulva around his penis released all the animal energy and Myles felt the buck bunch his muscles before orgasm.
Pulling himself back from the brink of release, Myles seized control of the fantasy. No longer a buck, he was a man, fully engorged, driving his cock into a red hot pussy. He pinned the woman's shoulders between his elbows, wrapped his arm behind her neck and forced her hips deep into the mattress. As the head of his cock touched bottom, Myles's balls ached and his heart pounded. Fighting back his climax, he pulled slowly back with his hips. Further and further back as her hips rose up to keep his cock inside her. Exulting in the evidence of her desire, the desire for him and his cock, he laughed and began a long, slow tease. Her pleasure was his to command and he took his deliciously slow time rubbing the length of his shaft down into her pussy.
Her slippery flesh offered no resistance, her lips swollen and numb around him, so Myles increased his pace and made sure to press against her clit, thighs and the inside of her pussy. For his own pleasure, he planted himself hard at the bottom of each thrust. Grinding her face into his chest at each stroke, he wondered if she would try to bite him, but he felt only the gasp of her hot breath and the scrape of her hair on his neck.
Stroking as fast as possible now, Myles knew he couldn't hold his release much longer. At full depth, he held her roughly, possessing her. He ground down on her hips, chest and the full length of her body. He tried to hold time suspended, teetering on the peak of release. Her pussy quivered and vibrated and she let out moan after moan until the heat of her desire drove him over the edge. Releasing his fluid deep inside the quivering woman, Myles moaned and found himself flushed and gasping in his own bed.
Unable to think, barely able to move, his mind curled up into a happy ball and fell asleep.
