Richard McKay
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Constructive Criticism Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-09-30 17:54:25 +0000 UTCWith a relaxed sigh, Draysil flopped down onto the couch, bringing Baelyn along with him. The spent female's body slumped off to the side, allowing the venerated buck's equally esteemed penis, which had been buried so dexterously inside of her, to slide out by a few inches, though with plenty left over to keep her firmly attached to the victorious male. She might have been impressed at how he walked her all the way back inside like that without dislodging, if she could have form anything close to a coherent thought.
Of course, even if she could think straight in that moment, Baelyn would have never, in a million years, figured out how he managed to close the distance like that. The last thing she remembered of her valiant escape attempt was leaping off of the top step of the deck...only to never hit the ground. Snatched out of the air like an insect buzzing past a teeming pond. The sex was intense, relentless, and just a bit brain-scrambling. as she lay there, sprawled across his aged but powerful body, trying and mostly failing to catch her breath.
"So...definitely some stuff we could work on," Draysil said, with a lecturing tone, taking in the scene before him.
Amid squeaky breaths, the young doe tried weakly to shifted her hips, and work her way off of him, only to find the sensitivity of her thoroughly-mated body to be too much to bear. She went still again, aside from the heaves of her panting, accepting that she was simply stuck there for the foreseeable future.
"Yeah, don't over-exert yourself, take a few, you've...had a tough one." Draysil insisted, glancing at his watch. He shook his head. "Whoof, you girls, uh...well, we've got some time to kill."
Baelyn definitely wasn't looking forward to the report he'd be giving Trea when she came to pick them up in the morning, but for the moment she couldn't even process that or really anything else other than the medley of muscle, fur, and flesh currently filling out all of her most intimate senses.
"Tell you what, since I've got you here, and we've certainly got the time, how about we discuss where you can do better, for next time," Draysil suggested, looking down toward the doe who remained hopelessly affixed to him. "It's not that I don't think you'll be a great runner, some day...." He trailed off, nodding toward the situation between his and her legs.
"...But I do see some definite areas for improvement. If you have a few minutes."
Baelyn responded with heaves and gasps as she stared blankly at nothing in particular. It was unclear if she'd even heard him.
