Ferus made up my mind for me. He pulled my legs apart and started sucking on my
pulsing boner.
I moaned in pleasure. Even if I'd wanted to stop him I couldn't. As he sucked me off, his
three-fingered hand found my ass and he slipped one of them inside. I grunted a bullish
grunt. Of course, knowing this was forbidden made it all the better.
I submitted. I held him by the horns and let him stampede upon me. He lifted me up by
the ass and replaced his finger with his cock. I was squashed firmly between him and the
tree.
This was the second time in a day that this had happened to me, and it was very different
to the first. Runt had been good but he was a selfish lover. Transforming into a horse
during sex was a profound experience and one I'd never forget, but it just didn't compare
to this.
Ferus was wild and feral yet so sensitive and generous. He thrust slowly but firmly and with
each thrust we shared a guttural and animal groan of pleasure.
He began to quicken and I could sense he was near to bursting, as was I. For those brief
few moments there was nothing in the world but he and I. I felt his load explode into me as
mine covered him.
Ferus smiled as wiped the come off his face. He put me down and laid against me.
"Ferus is happy," he said.
I wasn't. I was in the moment of sobriety after a guilty pleasure. I had disobeyed Runt.
What if he'd been telling the truth?
I was scared I'd made some horrendous mistake and that any moment something terrible
would happen.