…or, Deer One
Iason’s egotism aside, it really was pretty fucking amazing.
That might just have been my first taste of really angry sex, though.
Once he had me by the wrist, he held on, pulling me deeper into the woods, walking faster and then breaking into a run. The further we went, the more urgent he became. The path veered and we didn’t. Branches and undergrowth tugged at my clothes. It was like the whole forest was into me, and not too big on the foreplay.
He stopped in a small break in the trees. He let go of my wrist and I kept going. He pounced on me, tackling me to the ground. The safety enchantment on my axe is all that saved my leg, but I was sure I’d have an ugly bruise all the same.
I rolled over onto my back. He straddled me. I reached for my belt. He stopped me, grabbing my wrists.
“Do not,” he said.
“Let go, Iason,” I replied. “I’ll take my own clothes off.”
“Let me do it.”
“Let me go.”
I wrestled against him as he forced my arms to my side. We were almost matched in strength, though he was in better shape. We strained against each other, but my arms were weakening. I jerked over onto my side, pitching him off me. My hands were on my belt buckle before he’d recovered. He grabbed my shoes and pulled them off, then pulled my pants off by the legs as I pushed them down from the top.
I might have yelled rape if I hadn’t been even more desperate to get my clothes off than he was.
We almost traded blows over my shirt. He growled in frustration after I fought him off long enough to pull it off completely, and then we were on each other. He kissed my neck like he hated it. His dick was on mine, clashing like swords. We grunted and strained, parried and riposted, and then his hand grabbed my cock. He teased it, then squeezed it in his hand until I cried out and had to pull away.
My skin was hot, but his breath burned against it.
He got me down on the ground again, on my stomach. He pushed the ring onto my finger, and then he took me. He took me hard and dry, nothing for lube but a bit of spit.
It was violent. Not punching and kicking violent. Not even biting and scratching. Just forceful.
Pointed.
Percussive.
Painful.
Passionate.
When I came, it went on and on, and Iason just kept going, stabbing my ass over and over again like it owed him money. Surprisingly, having my asshole forced open and my swollen dick rubbed up against the less-than-cushiony forest floor wasn’t making me any less pissed at him.
Lying flat was not my favorite position in the best of circumstances, and this wasn’t the best of circumstances. I tried to prop myself up a bit, but Iason kept pushing me down.
There was something sexy about the whole thing. Not being pushed down to the ground, but the conflict. It added a whole layer of intensity that had been missing before. I could imagine fighting with Iason with weapons instead of hard cocks. I don’t know that the outcome would have been much different: me on the ground with precious fluid leaking out of me, his weapon buried deep in my back. Not an arousing image, but the struggle leading up to it?
That was visceral stuff, sexy in the way that dragon flight was sexy. I pictured the image of Vera flexing on my back as we writhed together, and I came again.
Iason kept going, far longer than he ever had before. He was fucking to prove a point by the end. My whole body was exhausted. My hips and shoulders hurt from attempting to push myself up so many times. He was wearing me down, grinding me into the ground literally and figuratively. He took me past the point of ‘totally mind-blowing’ to ‘lie back and think of the Mother Isles’ and then all the way back through.
He didn’t finish so much as he relented, pulling out and spilling one last spurt of seed all over my ass. I lay there panting. He sat down beside me. I think he probably couldn’t have stood, but he didn’t try.
“Was that not incredible, Iamie?” he asked after a while.
“It was,” I said, rolling over onto my back. “Let’s not do it again any time soon.”
“Why not?” he asked. “I intend to fuck you every chance I get.”
“Not like that,” I said. “Not unless you want to carry me back to campus after we’re finished. Which, no.”
He grinned.
“I could,” he said.
“I know you could,” I said. I slipped the ring off and sat up so I could get my silver chain off my neck and slip it onto it. “But you’re not going to.”
“You are so bossy,” Iason said. “Don’t do this, don’t do that. You are lucky you’re so pretty, Iamie.”
“Say that again,” I said, settling back down.
“You are lucky.”
“Try again.”
“You’re bossy,” he said, lying down alongside me. While I was naked, he was fully dressed except for his cock hanging out. He leaned against me so that it was on my thigh.
“One more try,” I said.
“You are pretty,” he said, kissing my cheek. Annoyed—pissed—as I was, I melted a little.
“My pretty ass is going to feel like hamburger when the glow wears off,” I said.
I was speaking from prior experience, though I’d never had sex that brutal. Especially not with somebody equipped like Iason. It would have been worse if he’d had more girth, like a well-hung human. Like my guy from the dance, the way I pictured him. My poor abused cock lurched back to life at the thought.
“You are insatiable,” Iason said, reaching out and touching it with the back of his hand.
“I want to fuck other guys, Iason,” I said again, while the image of the hot guy was fresh in both my heads.
“A lesser man would be worried that this is the subject on your mind even immediately after being fucked within an inch of your life,” he said. “But did we not just have this conversation?”
“I’m not used to being on the bottom all the time,” I said.
He put his hand around my cock and gave it a gentle pull.
“You’ll get used to it,” he said. “We have years and years ahead of us.”
“For one thing, I like fucking boys,” I said as he settled into giving my half-hard shaft a slow handjob. “I mean, fucking them. If you don’t want me to be with other guys, you might have to expand your horizons.”
He stopped mid-stroke.
“If you were any other boy, I would thrash you in a duel for even suggesting that,” he said.
“I’m serious, Iason,” I said. “I like a nice ass as much as you do. If you don’t want to take a turn, you need to let me find somebody who will.”
“You only think you want that,” he said, resuming the motion. “You’ll learn, just like you’ll learn to let me undo your clothing.”
“Why do you care how my pants get off of me?”
“If I bring down a deer, I dress it myself,” he said.
“You’re going to fuck things up for yourself for the sake of overextending a metaphor,” I said. I flung out an arm to find the edge of my jeans. My cigarettes fell out of the pocket while I was dragging them towards me. “Shit,” I said. I groped for them.
“Don’t,” Iason said.
“Don’t start.”
“You don’t need them,” he said.
“Tell that to my body,” I said.
“They are a poor substitute for what your mouth truly craves,” he said.
“Right now, my mouth craves a cigarette. I don’t even want to look at your dick after that kind of pounding.”
“Leave them, and I’ll show you the second amazing thing,” he said.
“That wasn’t just talk?” I asked.
“No, Iamie,” he said. He let go of my cock—which for all his efforts hadn’t come all the way back to life—and sat up. “It wasn’t.”
He got up and started gathering my clothes, balling up my jeans and underwear, and then wrapping them and my shoes up in my shirt.
“Here, just give me those,” I said, sitting up and reaching for them. He shook his head and held the bundle away.
“I do not think this will work if you are not naked,” he said. He picked up my belt and slung it over his shoulder. “In any event, it will be better to try it in clothing I know you would not mind losing.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
He tucked the ball of clothes under his arm, so he had both hands mostly free. He stooped down at my side and took my hand in both of his, fingering the bracelet on my wrist.
“Do you know what this is, Iamie?” he asked,
“You tell me,” I said. “You said it was an heirloom.”
“It is,” he said. “It is one of a set. Very few survive, or at least, very few remain in elven hands.”
“So what is it?”
“When elves first discovered the tribes of men, we thought you were a gift from the gods,” Iason said. “Elven warriors would slip behind the gated fences of human settlements and take the comeliest youths as prizes. ‘Flickering jewels’, they were called—beauty as fleeting as snowflakes or delicate flowers.”
“Yeah, I know the stories,” I said. “Or the history, I should say, though it isn’t really the most fashionable part of human-elven race relations to talk about these days.”
“Hush, Iamie, while I’m speaking,” he said. He put his hand over the image of the stag. “One order of warriors, in order that they might become all the closer to their ephemeral paramours, had crafted a set of bracelets to let them experience a far deeper bond than that of mere lovers.”
“I’m not sure I like where this is going,” I said. I knew the bracelet was not removable. Iason had claimed it would let him find me if he wanted to. Any “bond” that went deeper than that was going to be a case of way too far, way too fast. “Iason, you said you weren’t thinking when you gave this to me.”
“I was not,” he said. “No thought was required. The moment I saw you in class—the first time I saw your beautiful face, the first time I beheld your pert backside—I knew exactly what my grandfather had been talking about when he gave the cuff to me.”
“What does it do, Iason?” I asked. “Is it a marriage thing?”
He laughed.
“I’m not talking about the flimsy bonds which tie a husband to his spouse, Iamie,” he said. “I’m speaking of something far more important, more primal; the bond between hunter and prey, between rider and mount.” He gave my forehead a stroke, and then I—I shifted.
I mean that in more than one sense: my position and perspective changed, and so did I. I could feel it. My arms lengthened. My legs became thin and powerful. There was a painful eruption—a pair of them—from the top of my skull. I could feel a tingling all over my skin. My eyes slid around in my head. My field of vision became wider, but the world lost definition and color. My ears and nose both pricked up.
I felt like I was bent over, or crouching, but I knew I was standing upright. I turned to Iason in confusion, and saw that he was the only thing in sight that had kept any color. He seemed to lit by a golden radiance from above, like a column of light stretching down from the heavens. His devastating handsomeness hit me like a physical blow. He looked at me with an expression of wonder that mirrored what I felt as I looked at upon him.
He reached out and stroked my face, from between my antlers down the length of my muzzle. I froze at his touch. He walked around beside me, a hand on my coat. He bunched his fingers up in my short mane, and my body tensed in anticipation, but then he released the grip. He brushed his fingers down my side, then stroked my haunches. I stood there on four legs, thrilled and fearful at his touch, waiting. For what? I wouldn’t know until he did it. He bent down and lifted each of my cloven feet in turn, flexing my legs and inspecting the hooves.
Finally satisfied, he raised up a hand gave me a powerful swat on the behind, and I was off, running headlong through the forest.
Ooooh!
I like this
Wow, just came here while finishing up at work, and only one other person here (probably more, by the time I finish typing this). I love the way you write these stories.
OOOK!
Ummm…WoW.
And that’s an understatement.
(mook even)
Thank you AE
“Hush, Iamie, while I’m speaking,” he said. He put his hand over the image of the stag. “One order of warriors, in order that they might become all the closer to their ephemeral paramours, had crafted a set of bracelets to let them experience a far deeper bond than that of mere loves.”
Shouldn’t that be ‘lovers’?
Also, ooh this is not going to be good. Someone needs to punch Iason in the face soon.
Like it owed him money. lmfao! mook!
“I know you couldcould,” heh
aww man! I want one! T^T
o_O
…Well…wasn’t expecting that…to say the least…
… Wha?
“I know you couldcould,” – just one ‘could’, or ‘could, too’, maybe?
Lexy you EVIL woman… How could you get me all worked Up and Drop me like that? How Ever can I manage till monday?….
I Love you…
Marry Me?
VB
“I felt like I was bent over, or crouching, but I knew I was standing upright. I turned to Iason in confusion, and saw that he was the only thing in sight that had kept any color. He seemed to lit by a golden…”
I think there is a linking verb missing: “He seemed to BE lit by a golden…”
MOOK!
Iason is rough trade—
He needs to search his feelings
From Top to Bottom
The game is afoot
In many more ways that one—
A Rousseau stag hunt?
As the old saying
Has it “The older the stag
The stiffer the horn”
Well, this makes the bracelet Iason gave to Jamie at least akin to the bonding described in the Callahan bonus story.
ARF, MOOK, whatever
Woops, shoulda there..
You know, I like Iason more and more… and yet, with this chapter, at least as far as I’m concerned, he has indisputably become the villain and antagonist of the story, and the only happy ending is Jamie winning free of him. Because he’s pretty definitely been enslaved.
Nice story. That more or less confirms Iason’s origin. Although I winced at the “no lube” bit. Do dudes actually do that? Ow…
I knew as soon as Iason said that Jamie shouldn’t experience it in clothes that he would mind losing. Which, isn’t really that impressive to be honest.
This should be… interesting.
Well…. Thats a twist. I hope some hunter doesn’t take a shot at him, then again I know they don’t since we see him later in MU.
D:
No lube? I keep getting a horrible fear that one of these chapters is going to end with the word “pinksock.” Say it ain’t so!
Also, nice update. I wonder if Iason gave Jamie the very same artifact Callahan once saw…? He said it was an heirloom, after all. Or if Callahan is nice to Jamie because she recognizes the artifact and remembers another place and time? Or maybe I’m reading to much into Callahan…?
All we really know is that he doesn’t die. A hunter could still take a shot at him.
I don’t think Iason is really evil. I think Jamie and him are entangled in a complex-yet-not-so-complex relationship.
Honestly, I love this couple. Every moment between them is just so intense and passionate, and I get caught up with them a lot more than any other couple in this or regular MU. Reg Mu is all about true love relationships and caring for each other, while MOAR MU with Iason and Jamie is just so… primal. It’s basically “Let’s fuck, and I’ll figure out my feelings for you later” which is sort of the opposite of Mac, Steff, and Amaranth.
A steed to ride into battle that is both warned of danger and guarded against projectiles? A steed that can be found at any time, and can be made to transform into one’s lover? These elves certainly had their stuff together!
Okay, THAT is taking it too far… Iason’s getting quite creepy now.
Ditch him James, seriously
I hope this isn’t a dumb question but what is the purpose of the ring. I mean Jamie can’t get pregnant from being ass fucked so what’s the point? Is it for S.T.D.s because I thought Elves were supposed to be pretty resistant and that’s been the majority of Jamie’s partners (everyone except Misty I think) and presumably all of Iason’s partners.
YES!
Good work AE. Happy hunting, Iason. Ride that stag!
If hunting is permitted in the forests around MU, it is probably strictly controlled. There might be specific classes involving “living off the land”, that require a guaranteed supply of live targets, and the rest would be the province of the elves. Iason would surely have taken Jamie well into elven territory before shapeshifting him, and elven hunters must surely be able to tell a stag from an elf’s main shag. >;=)>
- “Good hunting, Kos?”
- “No. Plenty of deer, but nothing I could shoot. Just pregnant does, nursing does and somebody’s boyfriend.”
I wonder whether these devices work on women? Or if any elf has ever wanted to try? >:=)>
Also, I wonder whether Jamie will still feel his addiction pangs while in cervine form? We know that injuries carry across. Of course, he has other things to distract him right now. Will he freak out later? Or will he totally freak out later?
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When Iason mentioned the history of relations between men and elves, I immediately thought of a specific event in J.R.R. Tolkien’s Silmarillion. Now, what was the chapter? Ah, yes:
Chapter 17 – Of the Coming of Men into the West
*snerk*
Just as well that Tolkien didn’t go in for any mucky stuff or back door shenanigans, isn’t it? Felagund could have stepped right past the rude harp and taken advantage in rude fashion instead.
You could translate ‘Vassal’ in so many ways, couldn’t you? >:=)>
Anyway, that’s enough poisoning of the literary well for one day. See you all next episode.
*Yiff*
*Baaaaa*
*houf* (What is the onomatopoeism for a stag’s bark? I must work on this.)
Jon71: it’s basically the one considerate thing Iason has done so far: he knows humans can get sexually generated diseases so even though James is part elf blooded he still uses a ring just in case.
Oh, that’s so wrong. Jamie’s gonna be *pissed*.
@15 Luddite: I hadn’t even thought of that, but it makes perfect sense. ^_^
@25 jon71: It’s for STD’s. I think elves /can/ get STD’s, it’s just not likely and neither of them are full blooded elves (though Iason is much more elf than Jamie). Iason probably is clean, but he doesn’t know who Jamie’s been with and vice versas, so it’s probably a safe than sorry thing. Especially since Iason does know he’s mortal and probably doesn’t want to risk dying sooner. I think that’s part of the reason he’s a little reckless. He knows he’ll die, eventually.
@26 Greenwood Goat: Evil! I never did get through the Silmarillion, as it read more like the Bible when I tried to read it (sometime in my teenage years). I shall have to try it again. I would probably have NEVER thought of those passages in that light until you pointed them out like that. ^_^
Great story, as always. I find it interesting that he ‘thought’ about calling rape, except.. he wanted the sex too much too. Today’s story brought a thought to mind: people (well, Marlot, at least) keep telling Jamie not to date someone with the hope of changing them, but I’ve noticed here that I think Iason is dating Jamie with that very same hope. He’s just a lot more cocky about it. It also makes me wonder who he was raised by and if that’s part of the reason he acts like this. From what I’ve seen (which isn’t a lot, I’ll admit), the elves know they’re superior to humans, but they aren’t quite /this/ bad… One could argue that they all have their hangups (like Prof. Ariadne with demons/half demons and apparently Iason with girls) but is that a trait of their long-lives… eventually they get rubbed the wrong way (spouse gets killed…) by something and it affects their perception thereafter? If so, that’s rather ‘human’ of them, except they get to carry the grudge for a bit longer. ^_~ *shrugs* I think what I’m trying to say is I wonder how ‘normal’ Iason’s behaviour is, in regards to typical elven behaviour.
Thoughts, as I read the story…
-Yay for angry sex!
-If you don’t want me to be with other guys, you might have to expand your horizons. Hooray for Jamie standing up for himself. And proof that he is much more secure in his masculinity than Iason, who seems to see some masculine/feminine relationship to the top/bottom dichotomy. Jamie knows that liking the cock doesn’t make him any less of a man, but Iason seems to think that being penetrated = being a woman. (Silly. Penetrating someone = feels good. Being penetrated = feels good. Why should anything matter beyond that?)
-… whoa. Didn’t expect that! (I definitely noticed the bracelet in the one bonus story, but I didn’t realize that the shapeshifting was part of its enchantment!)
I think even if it the possibility of a disease wasn’t there, the symbolism of putting that particular sort of ring on Jamie is why he does it. They are something that a girl wears, Iason is emasculating him.
…..wat.
What is with the “no lube” thing? The More MU tales can be incredibly hot, then you get to “no lube” and I am like… WHATEVER — it blows the eroticism totally.
Anal sex can be had rough and wild, but dry, no prep, no lube? That’s a bad combo.
Re: “no lube” comments.
They’re in the middle of the woods having “throw down and tear off” sex when they’re so mad at each other they’re almost hitting each other. Sure, Iason probably carries it with him but I couldn’t see him sparing a hand long enough to reach for it when he’s using both of them to wrestle with Jamie. His control of the situation is more important to him than Jamie’s comfort.
Maybe imagining the pain and damage kills the eroticism, but to me, inserting a bit about the lube to preserve the eroticism would be like putting up a flashing sign going, “they are puppets having sex for our benefit!” Not mentioning the presence or absence of lube either way would be doing the same in a slightly more subtle way: “such paltry concerns need not apply.”
I know, in this day and age, when you can go into drug store and buy water-based jelly (even my grocery store has it), it can be hard to believe that anybody ever got by on the “spit on the hand” method… but it happens.
As for the possible consequences (prolapse, incontinence, etc.) that go hand-in-
rectumhand with careless anal sex in our world, remember where they are. Potions fix everything.A comment intended for Alexandra Erin:
I hate to say it, but you are taking this story in directions I don’t especially find pleasant. There seems to be something about gay male sex that women find extremely exciting, but I am unhappy with it to the exclusion of everything else, being (unfortunately) a hetero male.
Plus, I just ain’t into dominance, or submission, for that matter, either. Both your protagonists appear to be submissives. I know there is no way you could write either of these stories from another perspective, but it doesn’t leave me especially happy.
So Jamie is now a deer (a stag, I assume). Is this a transformation that will take place at Iason’s whim? If so, Jamie is a complete prisoner, is he not?
My final comment: So elven sex is practically constant. Does Jamie defecate jism after Iason has spend an hour or so squirting cum into him? For that matter, Iason has to have a set of monstrous balls and a prostate to match to manufacture all that stuff.
Ugh. See why I am unhappy with this story the way it has gone?
Actually, I really don’t… I understand why somebody who only likes Italian salad dressing may not enjoy a salad with Thousand Islands dressing… but I really don’t understand the depths of your reaction.
In particular, the bizarre lines of inquiry you opened right before the quoted portion made me go “HUZZABUH?” the same way I did when I read Bill O’Reilly’s column stating that gay couples shouldn’t hold hands in public because he doesn’t want to have to explain anilingus, fisting, and golden showers to his seven year old daughter.
If gay sex is somewhat repugnant to you to begin with, why exercise your imagination to make it more so? Why dwell on images… seminal defecation, monstrously swollen glands and gonads… that aren’t even present in the story?
on the STD question
In MU they are SGD’s Sexually ‘Generated’ Diseases, This would suggest that neither partner NEEDS to be infected prior to sex to cause illness.
Elves have been stated as immune to sickness in general, Steff has only once caught a cold, and really hated it. So elves in general would not be susceptible to SGD’s
Amy has a silly notion of bacteria and viruses . . . but that doesn’t mean that she’s right… it’s the mechanist in her talking. . .
just thought i would put that out there, it is at least what i remember reading, i might be wrong of course.
I almost forgot what I /was/ going to say because of the last comment I read, so I’ll address it first and hope the rest comes back to me afterwards.
@AE: You made me bust out laughing (and in return, get strange looks from my dog) when you said this: “In particular, the bizarre lines of inquiry you opened right before the quoted portion made me go “HUZZABUH?” the same way I did when I read Bill O’Reilly’s column stating that gay couples shouldn’t hold hands in public because he doesn’t want to have to explain anilingus, fisting, and golden showers to his seven year old daughter.” Ah. Thank you for making me laugh. It’s brightened my day. ^_^
@38 phg: I had a long rant written here, and I’m going to attempt to shorten it to something that won’t put people to sleep. Basically, I know that the story doesn’t present itself as the kind of story it is when you first start reading it (I was surprised when I got to the first sex scene) and I probably would never have started reading it if I’d known it was this kind of story. However, I’m eternally happy that I did, because I love the story and got used to the sex scenes. I’ll admit, I have to skim sometimes because my imagination gets too strong, but I still love the story and love to see what happens. This story actually addresses a lot of what other stories never do for me.. it generally fills in the gaps that other authors don’t. There’s always stuff I want to know (what’s going on with all the other characters! Why do they do that? Etc…) but that’s because I’m eternally curious. It seems to me that unfortunately instead of having the result I had, you had the opposite and have been pulling away since you realized where the story has been going. I’m sorry you feel that way, but would kindly like to note that if it continues to bother you, you don’t have to pay to read this story, and you don’t have to read it. *shrugs* Your choice.
As for this comment: “So Jamie is now a deer (a stag, I assume). Is this a transformation that will take place at Iason’s whim? If so, Jamie is a complete prisoner, is he not?” If indeed it is like the bracelet in the bonus story mentioned (and I imagine it is), I think that if he’s /not/ willing, it won’t work. When she tried to convert him back when he was dying, he refused and it didn’t work. I’m not going to say that’s 100% proof of anything, but it indicates that it’s not entirely in the elf’s power to control the bracelet.
I am not liking the forced transformation thing; it is going too far.
WAY too far, in my opinion. Jamie needs to get off this train before it takes him to a place he can’t get out of.
On the willingness aspect for the bracelet – I think Nora failed to transform him because he was dead.
@43 N: *goes back and reads the bonus story* Aaah.. I had gotten a different impression the first time I read it, but I think you might be right. My bad. Still. We don’t know the full effect of the bracelet.. *shrugs*
@32 pixiekhatt:
Yes, the Silmarillion was less of a gripping read and more of an endeavour. It took me about two months to get through it, compared to three weeks for The Lord of the Rings. Also, it was mostly depressing reading – the tragic history of “the long defeat,” as the elves put it. Still, it was worth it for the history of the First Age, which is alluded to so often in LotR.
No, you shouldn’t have thought of those passages in that light. (And indeed, neither should I.) >:=)> Tolkien belonged to a different age, and his characters never got involved in things like that. You never saw them digging latrines or having to go behind bushes either. The orcs only tortured, slaughtered, pillaged, and abused corpses, never raped.
“And they spooed Háma’s body before the gates of the Hornburg, after he was dead.”
NO! Bad Goat! BAD, BAD GOAT! Stop inserting bukkake references into literary classics! It’s not nice.
@38 phg:
On the whole, I would refer you to my earlier comment, MToMU Chapter 40, Comment 40. You are entitled to be grossed out by all of these things. There is no fault on your part for this, just so long as it doesn’t make you express hatred or violence.
There isn’t any need to make this personal or get inside anyone else’s head. I like the plot elements that you don’t, so we have a difference of opinion. AE has already made it clear that she isn’t going to adjust things to meet demands from individuals, caucuses or majorities, so said elements will depart in their own time, if at all. You can decide what you read, and what you skim over. There are plenty of pure vanilla stories out there, and some that make M/ToMU look like Milly-Molly-Mandy.
Exercise your will. Make your decision. Nobody is forcing you to read this site or, indeed, read all of it.
Peace be with you.
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If anyone is still reading, I have had some “what happens next” type thoughts:
Can Jamie (or anyone other than Iason) trigger the transformation? (I’d guess they’re not supposed to, but it raises some interesting possibilities.)
Can the transformation stop part way through, leaving Jamie as an anthro-stag?
Will Jamie tell Marlot or Violet what happened? Will Violet pick up on it on her own? What will their reactions be? (Unless Iason does a little mind-bendery on Jamie, the second question is rhetorical.)
Does Violet like stags? Does she know how loooong a deer’s tongue is? Could Jamie the stag reach her Gräfenberg spot with it?
Have we seen all that the bracelet can do?
Hmmmrrr, you and your pervy stag ideas Goat.. now I’m picturing Vera mounting Jamie in stag-form… Mmrrrrr…
We all find our own little things that just Do It for us in these stories, for me it’s the idea of a female going, “Rrrrr, horny, Rawr! *Pounce, Hump!*”
@45 Greenwood Goat: I didn’t know the full term was Gräfenberg spot! I live in Germany and the town of Gräfenberg is not too far away from me!
I’m inclined to explain the running-on-water as “it’s magic” rather than any real-world biological explanation. A stag is emphatically not a lizard, and lacks the slightly webbed feet and proper leg muscles of the basilisk lizard, not to mention being a lot heavier.
And also…Stag-sense tingling. Hehe.
Sorry, wrong chapter.
Meh. I like rough sex as much as anybody, but could we have one protagonist who doesn’t need to hurt to feel good?
This transformation/bonding thing is a terrifying development. Especially since Jamie doesn’t appear to have control of it himself.