Page 10 of Embracing the Stalk

Then we were moving back toward my bedroom, my arousal pushing against rock solid muscles that flexed and made my worries disappear in a flood of hot, potent desire. His scent was stronger, warmer by the time I was naked on the bed. He’d sat with his back against the headboard, his legs splayed out in front of him and he had me straddle him facing the other end of the bed.

Oh Great Rhu, were we finally gonna play ride the pony?

Chapter Seven

Gordon

I licked my lips as I caught Red’s thought.

Oh Goat yes!

“I want you to lasso your goat, turn on your light, and ride the pony until my cherry is so popped it’s making cherry bomb sundaes.” I wasn’t sure any of that made sense to him or me, but I didn’t care and neither did my stalk. He made these cute whimpering noises and wiggled his butt at each order.

“I wanna slide down your pole,” he begged, looking over his shoulder at me.

My breath caught in the back of my throat. My big, solid stalk begging to ride me? If he were a doe, he’d be wagging his tail at me. He was, kind of. That lovely dick was wagging at me. It was the biggest turn on ever.

“I need to prepare you,” I growled, unable to control the hunger that had me wanting to rut madly.

There were some parts of a goat’s mating I’d have to pass on. Another goat would have understood about the pee thing, which involved me peeing on myself so he could get a good whiff of me. Rhubarb to goat, maybe not so much.

We’d adapt. We didn’t need to attract each other in that way when he had me firmly in his fuzzy hold.

“I’m sure I’m ready.” His voice was all breathy.

“Don’t argue with me, omega. No one gets to hurt you, not even me.” I let a growl infuse my voice and watched him shiver. He wanted me to tell him what to do, I could feel it through our bond. I grinned at my sweet omega. “I want to bury my face in your ass and show you exactly what this goat can do with his tongue.”

I put my hands on his hips to raise him so I could bury my face in his ass crack and lick around his hole. He was already helping, groaning and wriggling as my tongue circled his twitching hole. He mashed his ass against my face, pushing my tongue into his clenching hole. Fuck, this wouldn’t last long with how I was imagining him riding and squeezing me. My cock was leaking so hard from how I needed to bury my dick into my rhubarb and fill him up.

Red yelled and bucked as I darted my tongue deep, then brought it out to lap around his hole again. I had to grab onto his hips to keep him still with how eagerly he rode my frisky tongue. I teased and loved at him until he was loose and ready. His sweet submission was as intoxicating as his taste and scent.

I wanted to hold him tight and never let him go.

By the time I had my dick lubed up and ready to make sweet, scented loving, Red was begging me to breed him. Every word that poured from his lips made it impossible not to worry and I had a moment of nerves. It was my first time, and I was desperate to get this right for Red.

It’s our first time together. You won’t get this wrong.

I hoped he was right because I was done dancing around the subject. It was time I showed my stalk exactly what all the fuss was about before anything else could interrupt us. I guided him onto my dick and he pushed down with agonizing slowness, his hands on my thighs and his ass on display just for me.

Goatymcgoatness.

When he was seated on my thighs, my dick swallowed whole, I wanted to swoon like a doe flapping her tail.

“Fuck.” Red breathed out the word in a sexy rasp. I struggled not to unleash my randy side.

I echoed his sentiment. “Ride the pony, sweetheart.”

Then I discovered what firm thighs my baby had. Someone had been practicing his squats because he rode me like a Derby winner. Gasping and groaning, body tensing, I held on as long as I could, but my climax was boiling in my balls, and I wanted to fire my cream through my cannon and fill up my baby.

“Come for me,” I managed to gasp out.

The scent of custard with notes of jasmine filled the air as he came on my order, shuddering violently and pelting my legs with cum. I yelled and clutched his hips as his ass squeezed me so good, it triggered my own climax. I thrust into his ass, breeding him like he demanded over and over as I shuddered through my release, Red’s clenching channel prolonging the sensation.

Finally, panting like a goat who’d fucked forty times, I sprawled out like a starfish, Red’s beautiful back curving as he slumped over my thighs, my sticky cock nestled between his ass cheeks.

Not a virgin anymore!Whoop! I’d given my v-card to my fated mate! What a lucky buck I am.

If Red heard my ecstatic thoughts, he was kind enough not to laugh.

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