The air grew taut, humming with an atmosphere older than language. Every leaf around them seemed to freeze mid-breath, as if the forest itself was waiting.
She hesitated. Her lips trembled. But the command—"Open your mouth"—still echoed through her body, not as sound, but as law.
So she obeyed.
Her jaw parted slowly, reluctantly. A faint mist spilled from her tongue—silver at first, then shifting to a radiant amber as it thickened, coiling into the air like incense smoke. Oliver narrowed his eyes, every hair on his body standing upright as it reached him.
Then it hit.
A rush of Yang energy—dense and untainted—poured from her throat in a soft wave, crashing against his body like a silent tide. It flooded into him through every pore, every breath, and even through his skin. Not forcefully—but intimately, like it recognized him.
After all, it belongs to him.
His spine straightened instinctively. The torn lines of his meridians pulsed as if someone had wrapped them in silk and flame. His dantian quivered, then swelled with the sudden, impossible nourishment. Every vein in his body sang with renewed vigor. He could feel it surging through his arms, his chest, and even down into his thighs.
Yin Devouring Yang Beast Technique.
His cultivation rose by one minor realm as his dantian lit up and he pushed past a small hurdle, sending a ripple of Qi outwards as it strengthened his muscles and bones and cleared his meridian paths. —
Breaking through the early stage of the Qi Refinement Realm and into the middle stages, I broke through, Oliver thought excitedly, as absorbing a simple wisp of the deer's refined essence was all it took to advance.
His breath steadying along with his realm, this is more than I got from Yuki and her mother combined. Is it because this deer in front of me has been able to learn primitive cultivation and advance into a spirit beast?
If so, then how much more can I milk out of her? Oliver thought, his hand brushing her face, while the other one went down to his pants. This would be called bestiality, right?
He thought his own fingers had a mind of their own, unzipping his school pants and pulling out his sex-deprived member, which stood fully erect and ready.
"Well, there's no guarantee that you're not from my dreamscape," he murmured, replying to whether to consider his following actions bestial, "so you could be the descendant of a thousand-year-old spirit-beast lineage, kept around as an abode servant."
She did say she was a warden after all through intent.
The deer spirit beast's nostrils flared at the musky scent suddenly thickening the air. Human male arousal—pungent, needy. Her ears twitched backward as she watched his pale fingers stroke himself with rough urgency.
"Don't… look," she rasped, voice frayed like torn bark. But her pupils dilated anyway, and her hind legs shifted uneasily as moisture still lingered between them.
The intent he had released felt like a drug in her veins, which pulsed hotter and hotter with yang essence.
This is… Wrong, some primal part of her insisted—yet her tail flicked upward instinctively, baring slick fur beneath to the cool forest air. She whimpered when his free hand grabbed one velvet antler, forcing her gaze downward to witness his rhythm.
She panted, cloven hooves digging into damp soil as conflicting instincts warred inside. Flee? Submit? Bite? Her tongue darted out of her wet parted lips—then froze when he tightened his grip on bone-hard antlers.
"Wider," he demanded, thumb pressing against the seam of her mouth. This time though… This time it isn't Qi he wants drawn from my throat.
Her jaw dropped open, tongue lolling out to reveal its glistening coating. A whimper escaped her as he wrapped his fingers around the base of her antlers, squeezing until she felt a jolt of pain that quickly morphed into an ache of submission. Her eyes glazed over, focusing on nothing but the sensation of his hand dominating her.
The air grew heavy with tension as she waited for him to make his next move. Her body felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment. The yang energy coursed through her veins, amplifying every sensation until it was almost unbearable.
And then he pressed his thumb against her lips once more. This time though…she could taste him. The salty tang of pre-cum smeared across her tongue as he rubbed it back and forth. Her mouth watered in response, the primal urge to please him overriding any remaining reservations.
She moaned softly around his thumb, the vibrations sending a shiver through her body. Her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking friction against nothing but air. The ache between her legs grew more insistent with each passing second.
I need to get away… she thought desperately, even as a part of her recoiled at the degradation of it all. But the heat between her legs had stripped away any semblance of control or dignity, leaving only raw need.
So she surrendered herself to it completely—opening wider for his touch even as she whimpered pathetically into his palm. Her body was no longer hers to command; it belonged to him now—pliant and submissive under his dominance.
His scent—sharp, male—flooded her senses.
Wrong. Everything about this was wrong. But…
Her tongue dragged along his thumb again, lapping at the bitter salt. A shiver ran down her spine as his grip tightened on her antlers, tilting her head back with unspoken command.
"Kneel," he growled, orally sending jolts of Qi and yang into her.
Her knees hit the moss before she could think. No—yes—the aphrodisiac effect of the combination of spiritual energies spread rapidly in her blood, twisting protest into dizzy obedience. His left hand left her antlers and fisted in the scruff of her neck fur, holding her in place as he stepped closer.
"You'll swallow it all."
She whimpered but nodded, lips parting wider.
Her tail lashed around in anticipation—and only stilled when he shoved his hips forward. The first thick smear of precum painted her tongue.
"Good girl," he murmured, thumb pressing down on her tongue.
A broken noise escaped her throat.
Her fingers dug into the earth as he began rocking deeper, each thrust stealing another ragged breath. The forest blurred around them, leaves trembling in time with her whimpers.
Fuck—those eyes— His groan sent heat lancing through her belly. Why does praise burn worse than shame? She gagged when he hit the back of her throat but didn't pull away. Couldn't.
Because pleasure sang louder than pride.
"Take it." Oliver grunted, his balls churning for release.
Her lashes fluttered shut as warmth flooded her mouth. Bitter and thick. She choked but swallowed obediently, her throat working around each pulse. His fingers tightened on the back of her neck, yanking her closer until her nose pressed against his pubic hair.
Her tongue swirled weakly up the base and towards the tip, lapping up every drop of his ejaculation after he finished inside her mouth. The taste clung to her teeth long after he pulled away.
"I've reached a new low…" He thought, but he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face.
Her tongue still hung slack, saliva dripping onto the moss between her trembling knees. His taste lingering in her head—sour, human. She blinked slowly, neck twitching as his grip loosened.
"Still thirsty?" His chuckle made her ears flatten.
She shook her head violently, but her body betrayed her—hips shifting restlessly against empty air.
Oliver chuckled. "I guess that's a no," he murmured, his hand moving towards her breast, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Then you wouldn't mind me using these~?"
His hands—rough, demanding. Her breath hitched as his fingers kneaded her soft breasts. Nngh… s-stop… She whimpered, yet her back arched into his touch.
Fire coiled tighter in her belly with every squeeze; she moaned, Why don't I hate this?
Her cloven hooves scraped against tree roots as she squirmed.
"Look at you," he sneered, pinching a nipple through a piece of clothing that was neither fabric, fur, nor silk and more like an illusion meant to look like cloth. "Shaking like a bitch in heat."
She choked back a moan when his nails dug in just shy of pain. Should bite him—but when he twisted harder, all that escaped was "don't stop..."
His other hand slid down her trembling abdomen towards the soaked tuft between the thighs of her front legs. "I didn't plan to," he murmured against her ear, reaching down, wanting to see if she had something up front or if everything was in the rear.
Her voice cracked as he found the only human part of her lower half, "… yesss…" as she spread wider on instinct.
"You're dripping," he laughed darkly, rubbing two fingers through slick folds without entering. "Filthy little doe."
Teeth sank into her bottom lip to stifle the sob-turned-moan when those cruel circles quickened. "Can't win… can't think…" Her antlers thudded against the tree next to them as pleasure tore another broken noise from her throat.
Then suddenly—his grip vanished.
Her eyes flew open to find him stepping back with that same damned.
"…W-wait!" The plea tumbled out before pride could catch it.
He tilted his head and smirked.