The rounds had round robined it to 2 contenders. Sam had made it to the finals. The buck opposite him was quite attractive, Hannah acknowledged the feeling in her loins. He gave his whole human name and Hannah balked, it was her/his old best friend, James Wannamaker. Hannah nee Harry didn't know what to say or do. She just hoped that it wouldn't be awkward...or more awkward. Well, she'd just explain. She slightly shook her head, explain to James I-Wanna-Make-Her, the guy who scored with everything in a skirt, or at least that's what he had claimed.
"So you're the best?" he asked Sam, "Well, I'm James I. Wannamaker, and I wanna make you my pussy boy!"
"Sam, I am, and I've got more pussy than you can handle."
Hannah bowed her head slightly, Sam was going to have to work on her male comebacks.
The battle was fierce and end with Sam in a headlock antlers entangled, and James mounting Sam's backside. There was a scream, and believe me deer do scream.
"Now this is what I call a stag party! Sam, you're coming with me as my mate," he said then turning to Hannah he laughed, "Harry, or should I call you Queen Hannah, you stuck up bitch, you know you want it, but you can't have it. Not my cock and not Sam's, at leastways not now. If you come begging real nice, I may satisfy you. As for the rest of the bucks, well they lost, and they know what'll happen to them if they try to satisfy you, so you ain't getting no sugar," he laughed a barking laugh, "Unless you ask real nice."
Then he stomped off in the woods with Sam following at his heels. The other bucks all started walking away. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be, Hannah wasn't about to kowtow to James or any male. The stirring in her loins and the heavy scent of male musk in the air made feel weak.
She was alone on her throne. She stepped off the throne and started to walk, she was following James' scent, though at first she didn't realize it.