Let's see if you truly want this, little deer, he taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face at wanting to see how desperate she looked when he pulled away.
His hands gave her breast and pussy a final squeeze before letting go and turning around.
Oliver, despite having fun, didn't feel well taking advantage of this forest deer; sure, he might have convinced himselfthat it had been a sentient servant of the Fang Clan...
But deep down he knew that was false, and it was more likely just a wild deer that stumbled into this formation and got influenced by the spiritual energy flowing through the formation, and as for her knowledge of words like warden and such, that was just how he perceived her intent covered vocals and how she could also understand him since he had been subconsciously using them to speak to her.
I guess it's for the best I bust a nut before going too far, he thought as he picked up his sword and stabbed it through his belt to hold it like a makeshift sheath, while expecting to hear scattering behind him as the deer took its chance to run—
But instead...
She whined pathetically when she opened her eyes and saw him turn to walk back into the trees without so much as glancing over his shoulder.
"Wait!" Her voice cracked on the plea.
Oliver paused mid-step and glanced back at her over his shoulder.
"What do you want?" he asked coldly—but inwardly he was surprised.
Her gaze darted frantically between him and where he'd been heading into the forest. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, but the aphrodisiac still coursing through her veins made obedience a reflex.
"I...I need..." She trailed off, unable to articulate the tangled mess of desire and shame thrumming through her.
He raised an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for her to continue.
The words came out in a rush: "Please...please touch me again."
Her cheeks burned even hotter than they already were from arousal as soon as she uttered the plea. She hated herself for it—hated needing him like this—but the aching emptiness between her legs demanded relief.
He looked at her and smiled. "No, can't you see I'm trying to act like a saint here?"
Her hooves skidded on damp leaves as she lurched forward, antlers scraping bark. "What!!?"
"You… you made me feel like this," she hissed, voice ragged with need, "so help relieve me, human!!"
She quickly closed the small distance between them. "Help me, help me, help me!!" She kept jumping around him and blocking his path forward. "I'll show you the best berries I've found and show you where there's easier water to drink than the one you gave me."
Oliver flinched as he watched her jump and gallop around him. He didn't know what to say; this was his first time being caught in a tantrum about having sex. He watched her bouncing around and blabbing her mouth till something caught his ear. "What? Stop talking—!" he wrenched, his head pounding.
"What did you just say about glowing fern fronds?!" he asked, after taking mental damage from her rant.
"You want them?" She paused, then, noticing this was her chance to get what she wanted, "I'll take you to them, but promise to help me feel good," she said while moving his hand down to her slimy-wet slit.
Her gaze drifted down to his fingers as she rubbed against them.
He wants the ferns. I can use this. Her breath hitched as she pressed his fingers harder against her dripping heat. "Promise first," she panted, tail flicking nervously.
"You're bargaining with me now?" His thumb brushed her clit—too lightly—making her legs buckle.
"Ah! N-not fair!" She scrambled to regain footing, antlers tangling in low branches. "The ferns glow near moonrise… just past the silver creek." A desperate whine escaped when he withdrew his hand completely.
"You'll take me there." It wasn't a question.
She nodded frantically, hindquarters quivering. Need him to touch me again.
His eyes narrowed, stepping to her side—his left hand stroking down her back. "Okay, I'll help you feel pleasure again," he said playfully, mounting her lower half like a horse. and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"This is a permanent exchange," he murmured against her neck. "I'll please you, and you please me." His arms wrapped around her waist.
Her breath hitched, she felt his fingers invade her from behind—while his length throbbed up against the small of her back. Her front legs buckled, his fingers crossing deeper into her tunnel.
"So from now on we're the best of friends," he cooed into her ear. "By the way... since we haven't introduced ourselves, my name's Oliver, and what might yours be?"
She gasped as his fingers curled inside her. "O-Oliver…?" The name tasted foreign.
"Answer me," he demanded, thrusting deeper. "What's your name?"
"Don't… have one," she panted, hind legs trembling.
His teeth grazed her shoulder. "Then I'll give you one."
She yelped when his free hand smacked her flank. "Luna," he decided. "For those moonlit ferns you'll show me."
Luna... That's my name. The thought sent a shudder through her.
"Say it," he growled.
"L-Luna," she whimpered, arching into his touch.
"Good girl." His hips pressed flush against her. "Now let's get rid of your pent-up frustration."
He pulled out his fingers. "I'll show you a whole new world of pleasure with only these fingers and tongue of mine alone."
Oliver spoke confidently whilst bringing his coated fingers to his mouth and began licking her sweet nectar off them—his cultivation steadily rising with the use of his dual cultivation technique. You decided to beg for this, so don't complain when I ravage you dry.
His eyes lit up with a twisted glint.