Page 27 of Embracing the Stalk

I closed the door on his complaints, only one thought in my head. Red, as his rhubarb, and me getting all goaty.

Clothes flew off, landing on bushes and branches before we’d gone halfway through the yard. I wanted to nibble on his gorgeous nipples, just for a taste, but the second I pointed out the new bed, he threw off his boxers and jumped into the soil, shifting to his stalk.

I felt rather than heard the ‘ahhhh’as he buried his roots in the dirt.

Quickly dropping to my haunches next to him, I asked,Would you prefer to have a few hours’ rhubarb time? I could guard you or sleep with you.

Don’t be stupid. Get your goat on, mate. I need to be rammed by my buck.

Heart slamming against my ribs, I grinned stupidly at my stalk.

Well, that was clear enough.

I stripped off, aware of my rhubarb’s attention on me the whole time. When I shoved down my jeans and briefs, Red sighed in my head.

My shift was fast, and I joined my mate in the bed, gently gathering Red against my long coat. He ran his fuzzies along my horns before he settled.

Fucking gorgeous, alpha mine. Those horns are making mehorn-y.

Likewise, you’re the best-looking stalk in the town.

I confess, I was nervous. I wasn’t entirely sure of the logistics. Goat and rhubarb, where did my stalk go? But an embarrassing conversation with my alpha convinced me when mates were in the zone, it would all work. Maximus had told me it had to happen to avoid my mate’s wilt and ending up in the pan.

How it hadn’t happened before now, who knew, but I was ready. Desperate to feel my mate all over, I licked Red from roots to leaves, feeling the fuzzy hairs caress my long tongue. He squealed in excitement, wriggling so hard I had to hold his stalk between my front hooves so he didn’t go flying. When I repeated the action, his groan sent a thrill through me. Bending my head, I traced the tip of my horn down his stalk, feeling a buzz around my tail.

He became still. So still, I started to second guess myself and I reached out for our connection, worried he was scared of my horns. But all I got was the same sense when I tongue fucked him. He was blissing.

Licking his fuzzies the other way, I got a full stalk shudder, confirming fear was the last thing he felt. I alternated between licking him, then teasing him with my horns, sensitizing him over and over. My mouth was alight to every sensation, every taste explosion from his fuzzy delight. Fuck, he was all rhubarb and delectable custard.

The end of my horn became directly connected to my leaking dick, I fucking swear it, with how it throbbed, bobbed and leaked.

Stalk.

Mouth.

Horn.

Dick.

And my mate on repeat in my head.

Oh my goat.

O.M.G.

Great Rhu.

Oh my goat.

More!

More!

Oh my goat!

O.M.G. that again,he gasped breathlessly.

Red seemed fixated on moaning words between the horns and my tongue. The three words he used most I was more than happy with.

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