Lovemore pulls his mouth away from his lover’s snatch, his tongue sticking out, and the trail of her desire chaining between the two dik-diks. Through his blurred vision, he watches her squirm around on the bed, and the male chuckles, climbing atop his beloved, laying upon her, and locking their mouths together.
Eagerly, the wife accepts her husband’s kiss, suckling and slurping at the taste of her own delight on his tongue. She momentarily samples the excitement but doesn’t move her hands to embrace him. Instead, she keeps herself on the bed, submissive to his whims. After all, no one knows how to care for her like her other half.
Pulling away from the kiss with a “smek,” the male dik-dik wipes his chin with his sleeve and sits up, straddling his life partner. “You know,” he begins, “I think the patch has finished. Do you wanna test out our new toy?”
“Oh, already?” she says, her chest rising and falling, resting a gloved hand between her breasts and her navel. “You sure you don’t want me all to yourself for now?”
The male looks down over her, his own chest rising and falling in quick succession. He clamps his outfit in his hooves and practically tears his garments apart, falling atop his wife again, his hooves behind her back, pressing against her shoulders.
There, he gives kisses to her, growling as he does, butting her with his orbital glands, marking her, claiming her.
“You turn me from prey to predator!” the male says, pushing his hips against his wife, his male hood revealing itself between his legs, hard and ready, pressing against those primed folds.
“Oh, I know,” She gasps, tilting her neck and pushing out her chest. She grabs the back of his head, urging him to various spots on her body, her shoulders, and her collar, and down to her breasts.
Lovemore, for his part, takes attention to use his expert mouth, so used to spelling out complex incantations, to lick and swirl and dance with her aroused nipple, sending tiny sparks of delight up to his other half’s brain, where she enjoys the static of delight overwhelmingly the sense of her logic and reason.
More than those simple ministrations is the simple, enthusiastic motion of the male’s hips. No expert courtesan, Lovemore’s thrusting are that of an unschooled novice, his excitement carrying him through with his quick and forceful thrusts.
With each, Lerato gasps, her squeaking cries getting louder and louder as the two of them rock the bed in their enthusiastic thrusting. She wraps her legs around him, urging him to continue his actions, rubbing his thighs with her hooves and lacing her gloved fingers through his hair.
“F… fu… fuck, Love… ah… no one, mmm, does this… as well as… ahh, you!”
Lovemore rests his head upon her shoulder, gritting his teeth, thrusting away, and nodding in focused agreement. “Nngh, Ler… my… my deer… uuuungh… I love… ouuuhve… you!”
She clamps him close to her as she feels him reaching his climax, latching him to her body, letting him spill out deep inside of her. Though he tries to pull back for the first moment, he soon relents, nestling himself deep into her as his thick cream fills her up, leaving his cock sloshing around in the creamy mix that he makes within her.
Catching his breath in slow and unsteady huffs, he pulls back, pushing his hooves against the stained sheets and looking down into her eyes. “Y… you play a… dangerous… game… my deer…” he says.
“You know you love rolling the dice,” she coos, stroking his cheek. “You’d make a good father, you know.”
Swallowing, Lovemore pulls his cock out from her, and the oozing cum and delightful juices drizzle out onto the sheets. “M… maybe,” he admits, sitting on his knees, resting his hooves upon his legs. “But there’s still so much we must do alone.”
“You could always zap me with one of your spells,” she says, sitting up with her back against the headboard. “Ensure we don’t have to take any chances.”
He sighs. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Putting me in a corner like this, you naughty, naughty girl.” He crawls up to her, placing one hoof upon her tummy and sliding it below her navel. His other hoof slips down between her lips, pressing through, squishing through the mix of sexual delight.
He closes his eyes, huffing out a breath and muttering the arcane incantation. His hooves buzz and hum as he holds them there, and immediately his wife arches her back, moaning louder than even when his cock was in her.
He keeps up the concentration, slipping the hooves in deeper, spreading out her lips, letting the liquid drip out of her and dissolve in a magical mist, eliminating any possible sperm that found its way inside of her.
The process is quick, and when he sits up, she collapses on the bed, smiling dumbly and closing her legs together.
“Mmm, is that it?” She asks, rocking her legs back and forth.
“That’s it, you selfish, selfish lady,” he says, chuckling, patting her knee. He kisses it and wraps his arms around her legs, pressing them up against his chest.
“How many times must you make me cuck myself, my deer?”
“As often as you still like it,” she says, biting her lips. “One of these nights, you can decide not to eliminate it and see how fate takes us.”
“Yeah, no. Not until we’ve finished our masterpiece.”
“You’re totally right,” she says, taking his hooves in her gloves and rubbing the back of those digits. “So, Lovemore, what were you saying again bout the patch being done?”
The male smirked and retrieved his glasses, pressing them to his eyes. “Oh, I think the cake’s done and ready for more testing, my deer.”