Allia's assumption was right- by the time they reached the first field not only did Crispan feel a little tired, but the scent of flowers and pheromones Lissir was emitting overpowered her. She came to a stop, and lay in the field, panting with lust as she saw Lissir catch up to her. His body was atop hers in an instant, his stalk pressing against her stomach and making her flower blossom, warm juices leaking from each other's bodies.
Lissir smiled and planted a rough, lusty kiss on Crispan's lips, which his younger lover eagerly returned, breathing deeply against him, the hot points of her nipples brushing against his firm chest.
When he pulled back from her, Crispan pleaded, "Please... mate me like you did Momma..."
She was only voicing what Lissir's instincts urged him to do, but when she spoke, any resistance left in him dissolved, and he thrust his stalk deep inside her waiting passage firmly.
Crispan moaned lustily as the instincts her body had had to deny since the forest lord had awakened them were satisfied. It had felt amazing to mount people with his stalk and fill them with his seed, and to have them fill her flower, but this felt even more intense. She had not cast the charm against pregnancy, so if Lissir's seed filled her, she would be fertilized. She had ached to have this from the forest lord, but Lissir's virility was just as intoxicating, and as he pounded her faster and more eagerly, his thick balls slapping at her flesh with every thrust, his firm hands gripping at her soft breasts, she felt satisfaction beyond description. Her body's promise of fecundity was to be kept.
Before long, Lissir once again hit his peak, and groaned with satisfaction as he felt Crispan's flower clench around him and eked as much of his fluid as it could from him. Crispan's mind practically went blank with satisfaction as she orgasmed around him, and she practically felt the impact of their rutting. Deep inside her his energetic seed set about fertilizing her just as their fellows had Allia, and soon enough Crispan too had been bred and impregnated.
Barely able to focus on this with the afterglow of their mating, Lissir and Crispan lay intertwined in the field, their bodies still linked at the crotch and their limbs still holding onto each other.