smut writing // a sister piece to a writing my friend did.
mtf deer-folk x afab creature or whatever the fuck she is
Fire crackled - sparks swirling in the air. Fae sat upon the ledge of a smoothened stone, deer legs hanging loose, hooves barely grazing the grasses beneath, lichen crawling up the crevices of the stone. Fae looked from thoughtful sketching when Mier approached the open clearing. Carrying an armful of sticks and twigs from the forest floor, dumping it into the glowing fire. The heat crackled and spazzed, as if a heartful thank you to Mier, who now padded her way to Fae. Pushing up onto the stone, propped up on Fae’s shoulder, face tucked into her neck. Fae craned over, kissing Mier’s temple, skin promptly sensitive due to the removal of the lower-half corset and tunic, the white fabric had been strained in the water, and now left to dry on the slender, stooped branch of an oak.
“Fed the fire?” Fae asked, pressing her nose to Mier’s black hair.
“Nice n’ full.” Mier hummed.
“Good.”
In the peace of silence, Mier snuggled in close, hands tentatively hooked around the forearm of Fae, eyes half-lidded to peek at what Fae was writing out.
“You should stay shirtless more often.” Mier commented, voice soft, tail twirling in lazy enthusiasm. “You’re pretty.”
“You flatter me.” Fae smiled, shaking her head as the pen traced lines in reference of a dried herb that was clipped to the top of the page.
“I think it to be true.”
“You think many things.”
Mier grinned. “I do.”
Fae breathed out, then bowed her head again to affectionately kiss her cheek. “Well, I thank you.” Catching the typically squirmish, elusive Mier in a sated, loving state of being was more of a rarity. Fae would have to remember the herbs she garnished the soup with for a thorough experiment to elicit a similar response at a late day. Fae found the relaxed disposition to be a pleasant change from the prior, kiss-and-run technique of Mier.
Gaze halfway flicking to the fire, Fae nestled her chin upon Mier’s head. Tucking the fountain pen into the slip of the notebook, closing it and setting it to the side alongside the vial of ink. Despite the presence ot the fire, Mier was noticeably warmer - practically a furnace at all hours of the day. An assumed perk from desert heritage. “You are always quick to move as fast as you can. Change of heart tonight?” Fae ventured, not used to witnessing the side of Mier that was keen to settle in besides her. Not to say it wasn’t an unappreciated factor.
“You can say that.” Mier replied.
Fae breathed out, watching sparks whirl in the sky, her hand shifted, to gently grasp ahold of Mier’s chin, propping it up casually. Fae tilted her head down, meeting Mier in the middle of a soft, lingering kiss. Thumb placed on her cheek, cradling her chin in one hand, and propping Mier’s neck with the other one. The kiss, slow and heated, turned a warming flush that traveled from the pinkening hues of inner ears to short circuit down her spine. The subtle twang of a wounding coil caused Fae to break the kiss inconspicuously. Dragging the formerly sat aside notebook to now sit upon her legs.
“Hm?” Mier hummed, eyes fixated intently.
“Nothing,” Fae mused oh so casually. Hooves grazing the lower crevice of the rock, swallowing.
A beat of silence slipped by, followed by a breathless “oh” from Mier. A darker look spreading across her features. Shifting her gaze.
“Stop that.” Fae protested, ears hot.
“Your keen sense of smell is horrifyingly acute.”
“You love it.” Mier pressed in, tail lashing. Face subtly leaning against Fae’s shoulder.
“For finding discreet herbs and fungi, yes, not when it is used against my own biology.” Fae tensed, white knuckling the leather binding of the notebook, looking to the side. Mier sultryly giggled, a laugh that made Fae do a doubletake, then lean away when Mier leaned in. Skin tingled slightly when Mier reached a clawed grasp to the book placed non-casually on her thighs. Fae’s grip remained to combat Mier’s intention, ears reddened and folded backwards. In a quick flick of a movement, Mier pressed her hand to Fae’s sternum. The pressure fierce and suddenly redirected to cause Fae to slump to her back. The notebook was separated easily from her grasp now, dropped aside kindly by Mier - to show some aspect of kindness to Fae’s handiwork. The notebook removed, it revealed an enlarging member between deer legs - not to full size, but quickly growing under heated gaze.
Mier slinked her hand from Fae’s sternum, dragging it to the reddening, heated cock of Fae, who pitifully mewled in some sort of pleasured alarm as the full length stood with glittered premature cum sparkling at the tip. Mier pressed her thumb to the base of the length, getting positioned between the deer legs of Fae. Gliding the flat of her fingers up in a slight stroke, Fae choked back a half strangled moan. Nails digging into the rocky dips of the stone underneath.
“Mier.” Fae exhaled sharply.
With her tail lashing behind her, Mier flicked a look ahead where Fae writhed with uncomfortable pressure. Eyes flicking, catching onto subtle twitches and movements, before the air in her chest expelled with a sympathetic: “poor doe.”
Mier pressed her lips to the tip.
Fae arched in response.
The stone pressed to her backside was cold, the roughness of the divots scratching at her shoulders. The cool of the rock was a sharp contrast to Mier’s heated touch. Her lips pressed halfway, mouth bobbing smoothly on the hardened member, feeling muscles flex in the crook of her thighs. Working her legs to keep still. Fae dragged a hand to her lips, muffling a low groan as the tongue swirled steadily. Miers eyes were closed flush, one hand kept to the base, the other used to push the thigh apart.
Fae could feel her own skin on edge, fur prickling. Nails scrabbled against the flat stone of a rock, legs splayed to the side - careful that despite her writhing, to not kick out. While hooves were remotely less intimidating than the sharper claws that rested on her legs, or the sharp canines that barely grazed the sensitive skin on her member - a direct kick could still be bruising, and not in the particularly desirable way.
“Mier!” Fae choked out, sounding desperate, or perhaps it was a beg for mercy. Working both hands, she propped herself up. The coil bunched tight in her abdomen, cock throbbing under subtle mouthing motions. Mier sunk herself further down, Fae lost her grip - spine pressed flush to the stone once more.
At every slight bobbing, or tongue swirl, Fae felt that coil wind remarkably tighter. Miers' dedication was still fixed between deer legs. Fae getting a look at the world upside down, head lolled back, hanging off the rock. The fur between her legs turned sticky, damp with saliva and fluids. A hiss of breath escaped Fae’s lips. When Mier went to slightly retract, that sharp, coiled line suddenly snapped. Fae lurched, gut flexing as an extended hand found its way to the back of Mier’s head. In an uncalculated movement, Fae’s fingers interlocked with locks of dark, soft hair. Locking down to force Mier’s mouth to the hilt, a strained cry escaping her mouth as a sharp unbinding flooded Mier’s mouth - the hands that pressed into her thighs flexing with claws that pricked into flesh. Fae sucked in a breath, her chest rising and falling in a dramatic fall. In a beat, Fae seemed to reconcile with what she had done. Hurriedly fixing to move her hands to pull Mier off the sopping mess, runnels of thickened seed running down the cock.
“Mier-” Fae managed, ears perked forwards to catch a slight whimpering of pain - displeasure, anything to alert her to how Mier was doing. Fearing that a boundary had been crossed.
With Mier pulled off, Fae only caught a glimpse of a darkened expression flashing up. Fae was blind to the sudden flick of movement. Hands interlocked behind her head, lips forcibly pressed against one another, suddenly catching the thick seed on her tongue. Mier’s tongue clashed against hers, seed and spit dripping from their lips, sticking to their skin. Mier’s claws lightly scraped across the back of her head. When Fae swallowed - she wasn’t sure what she swallowed more, Mier’s spit or her own release.
A beat in the frenzy, Mier pulled away first. A labored breath with a dramatic rise and fall of her chest escaping her lips. With Fae parted, her brows slightly furrowed as a tang of metal struck her tastebuds, looking to Mier.
She gave a fake sympathetic look, “I bite.” Mier managed, tone breathy, soft like a whisper.
“I know.” Fae swiped the flat of her tongue against her bottom lip where a small nick welled with blood.
Fae pressed in with a kiss, movements laced with haunting desire. Palms slicked down Mier’s side, catching the helm of clothing. Unhooking the fabric pieces, letting them fall down the slick skin of her back. One piece after the other, layers were dropped and rested against the stone
Mier trilled with delight, “Eager?” she cooed between stolen kisses, the taste of Fae still fresh in her mouth.
“Could say that.” Fae muttered,
Mier’s arms became tucked fondly over Fae’s shoulders, interlocked by fingertips at her back while Fae moved her own hands lower. A swift movement evoked a yipe from Mier. Finding themselves switched, Mier stared down. Chest rising and falling with labored breaths,
Much like her species, Fae was a creature of gentleness. One hand slinking down Mier’s side, lips coming into hasty contact with Miers. Parting of mouths were miniscule, only lasting a brief interval before clashing against each other. A devious distraction to the way her hand slipped under Mier's thighs, parting one leg to hike it further up around her waist, letting it rest at the helm where fur and skin met.. Thumb pressed into the fat of inner thigh, then dragging it upwards, skin compressing and sinking under forceful touch. Mier changed mannerisms when the touch sank closer to the core. Fingers, which had previously retracted their clawed weaponry, now extended with vigor, trailing a steady line down the shoulders. For the time being, Mier was merciful with the force.
The moment was short lasting, muscles in the legs pulling taut - on edge when fingers ghosted over the opening.
“Hurry.” A hiss of yearning anticipation escaped her lips.
“Never had to beg?” Fae responded coyly.
“I am a princess, Most of what I ask is given.”
Fae managed a smile, fingers that once ghosted now pressed in, parting quivering folds in direct intention. Mier’s legs flexed around the waist when Fae delved the first digit in. With a keening moan, Fae added another. Knuckles deep, Mier arched her neck off the smoothened stone, her body cushioned by the fabrics of discarded clothes. Fae dragged her fingers out, then scissored them back into the throbbing heat. Fluid, thick and stringy, already clinging to her digits as they were pulled half out, then sunk back in again. Fingertips curling into the flesh, thumb delicately pressed against her clit - snagging the bundle of nerves, eliciting a sharp cry which was conjoined with the sharp raking of claws. The damage was unnoticeable, the heat was once again focused between Fae’s legs. The forming of welts going unnoticed.
Mier grunted, digits seeping further. The intensity of inner muscles clamping, baring down when delicate fingers sunk unkindly once again into bundled nerves, thumb pressed heatedly to the clitoris. Fae dragged her fingers out, Mier whined painfully. Mouth pressed bitingly to the shoulder.
“No - I was close.” She whimpered, heels pressed into Fae’s hips.
“I know.” Fae hummed.
“You are cruel.”
“Perhaps.” Fae kissed a sensitive kiss at her temple.
Fae lifted her other hand, catching hold of the wrists that had fastened claws into her skin. Raising her arms above her head, pinning it above her head. Fae breathed out. Fair upon her head dampened with sweat, curled on her skin as she stared down at Mier. She was slightly more so out of breath. Her chest rising and falling with slightly aggravated breaths.
Fae casted a look down, drawing her hand back up. Two digits, covered with fluid, found its wait to her lips, rasping a tongue across her hamd, savoring the taste on her buds. More sweeter than her own. “Don’t look shy,” Fae smirked with some devious intention. The flat of her tongue rasping against the fluid coated index finger. Thick in her mouth, she swallowed, eyes focused on Mier’s flushed expression when she dragged her tongue across. “You taste divine.” Fae settled more between parted legs.
“If meat tasted this good, I probably would have abandoned my vegetarian diet long ago.” She leaned in, hardened length pressing flush against her core. Her own cravings were not ignorable, hardened length pressed slickly against the parted folds. Mier breathing hitched, feeling her legs lock tighter around her waist.
Mier narrowed her eyes. “Fae.”
“Do you want it?” Fae repeated.
Defiance came in the form of silence, to spite the way Mier shuddered when Fae gradually rocked her hips, grazing hardened length intentionally over the aggravated bud. Fae pressed her thumb against her cheek, stroking the skin there tenderly. “Your body betrays you.” She mummured.
“Simple question.” Fae pressed again.
Golden-green eyes flicked up to where she had both of Mier’s wrists pinned above her head. Claws flexing - fingers twitching antsily. If Mier really wanted to, Fae was fully aware of her capacity to wrangle herself free from her grasp. She was just playing nice for the time being
Mier tilted her head back for a moment, the breath that expelled from her was ragged and low. “Fae, please.” She trilled, expression darkened, voice low and rasped enough that Fae didn't have the willpower to push her luck further.
“All I needed to hear.” She responded, her head tilted forwards, slowly locking Mier into a steady kiss. The sudden movement of her hips were sharp with vigor, hips pressed close. The tip slicked past wettened folds, the entry smooth - slick - welcoming. When Mier opened her mouth to moan, Fae caught her lips in a silencing kiss. Muffling the sounds with her own, a flick of blood staining the bottom of Mier’s lip, the cut still fresh. Deer ears pinned backwards in focus, hips bucking in halfway. Breaking apart from the kiss - only connected by a strand of spit from lip to lip.
Mier had a strangling lock of her legs on Fae’s hips. Muscles twitching with every deep pistoned thrust that landed further than the last. Mier moaned, strangled and carnally craving. The rhythm of the movements fast-paced, catching the sounds of the wet opening squelching with every thrust. Fae briefly felt Mier’s tail lash against her back, the fanned fur grazing deer haunches. Mier closed her eyes, a choked cry escaping her lips as Fae leaned in, planting a harsh, nipping kiss to the vein on her neck. Baring down unkindly on the skin, when Fae released the space with a soft pop, a bruise had already begun to form. She offered a kiss to the spot for condolence. Blunt teeth hardly did damage. Not to the exact extent of damage that Miers fangs could do when the tables were reversed
Fae dragged out her hips, warranting a cry of protest from Mier. The coil wound itself taut again. In a sharp exhaled breath, Fae suddenly slammed herself deep until the entirety of herself was enveloped in fluttering warmth. Tapered tip pressed flush against the bubble of resistance deep inside. She kept her eyes closed, focused on the lapping of motions and the mixture of Miers keening wails that bounced off trees. As the rhythm turned hasty and fast-paced each, each thrust slammed bruisingly to the opening. A mixture of all things unfathomable sticking to Fae’s fur, and drying on Mier's inner thighs.
Mier cried out, back arched deliciously off the ground. Fae moved to cradle that arch, hands removed from former spots - releasing the hands of Mier that quickly found their ways back to Fae’s backside, claws sinking into the skin between pleasured wails. Fae kept her hands onto the arch on her lower back, aiding it upright. Fae planted a softer nip on the already bruised mark of Mier’s neck - only to receive a bruising, fang-lodging bite in her shoulder. The coil wound itself tight, brows fixed together in craving, the speed increasing, but the rhythm faltering. Hooves scrabbles on the ground, gripping harshly onto Mier’s flank as her moans grew increasing in volume. Welts blooming across the raking lines that stained her backside. A deep thrust landed in contact with bundled, taut nerves. A weeping moan from Mier caused Fae to lock lips once again.
Claws trailed frantically down Fae’s back, between frenzied kissing, the weak cry of “close” was drowned between wet collision and muffled by shortened kisses. Fae tensed, slams rendering deep and primal, teeth clenching silently as Mier keened loudly, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. The coil snapped within Fae, Mier trembled with the sharp orgasmic turn. The bow in Mier’s spine increased with her wail. The pressure to the cunt was harsh, nails burrowed into the skin while Mier raked her claws down, fluttering walls grappling with the sudden extent of a load being dumped inside. The canted lift of her hips kept the fluids stuffed inside. It was in the slow lowering of legs that then, did runnels of seed dribble out from the connection.
In a stilled beat, the only sound was heartened panting. Fae rose a thumb to gently swipe away the tears that pricked at the corner of her eyes. Mier removed her claws as Fae pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek.
“Sorry.” Mier panted, legs quivering with the after-tremors.
“Mhm… you hush.” Fae kissed a trail across her cheek to her lips
Fae caressed her cheek with a thumb, coaxing a sheepish giggle from Mier, arms fixed lovingly around Fae’s neck. As the breathing steadied, Fae slowly pulled herself out, drawing a whimper from her lips, white liquid pooling in thick globs. Trickling in larger runnels, the plug now removed. The heat died, moving Mier from the stoned to the pre-prepared bedding, the air now detectably cold. The flame had grown dim from neglect. Mier pressed in close, reaching up close to snag a kiss from Fae.
“Fire is drawing dim.” Fae mumbled between the shorter, nipping kisses.
“Let it.” Mier’s response was soft, breathy.
Fae responded with a smirk that creased her expressions. Hooking her arm around Mier, dragging her down to join in the midst of mutual, lazy kisses in the progressing nightfall.
