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Her heart beat raced as her feet pounded the pavement, desperate to find shelter. If she didn’t hide soon, the stags would find her. If they did, she would be kidnapped and raped or worse. She didn’t want to dwell on it as lights blinked out in the houses as she passed.
The stags were men from the next village over. In a sickening tradition, every May, the men from her village would raid there, and the men from there would hunt here, looking for their mates.
It made Pansy sick at the thought of it. How the women could let it happen year upon year, it didn’t seem to make sense. Some older women even seemed to reminisce about their time with the stags, some having married them.
She shook her head, diving into a nearby alley between two darkened houses. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, and she wished she could quieten it so that she could hear the danger approaching.
The sun was just sinking behind the nearby hills, and the rule was they couldn’t enter until the sun had disappeared entirely from view. She estimated she had a maximum of ten minutes before they entered the village. Her heart jumped with a thrill of fear, and she stopped, taking a deep breath.
She needed to think. She wasn’t a deer or another prey animal who rushed brainlessly into danger because fear overrode her. If she was going to outsmart them, she had to think like a fox.
Where would be the safest place to be? Somewhere where people didn’t commonly hang around. That would be in nature and away from everyone else. So she needed to get out of the village. If she could stay hidden long enough to make it through the night, then she would be safe.
There was a barn on the outskirts, run down and abandoned now, the farmer having passed a few years before. Only teenagers went there these days to drink cheap white lightning cider and smoke cigarettes they’d conned an adult to buy for them. No one should be there, and no one would think to look there.
Nodding to herself, she changed direction and started to run for the barn. It was on the other side of the village, but if she was quick enough, she could get there and find a place to hide before the stags arrived.
When she finally got there, she wanted to throw up as her chest sucked in air greedily. She hadn’t run in years, but this was probably the best incentive to start training for a marathon there was.
There were still a few hay bales stacked at the back of the barn, large enough that she could squeeze between one and remain out of sight. She heard screams start from the other side of the village and rushed towards the bales, forcing them to part and make room for her.
She sat with her back to the wall and her knees up to her chest, but had enough room to lie down if she needed to. The only problem was her feet; if she lay down flat, they would poke out the bottom, so she made herself as small as possible.
The squeals and screams of women from the village filled the air, and she shuddered a little more every time she heard them. She prayed not to be one of those women.
An hour or two must have passed by as she stayed hidden behind the bale. She could see the sky through a small crack in the sheet metal shell of the barn. The moon rose high and bright like a silver penny, and she felt a wash rush over her skin. It wasn’t fear, although that was there too. It was like ants crawling over her skin, bringing with it a wave of calm. That's when she noticed the scent on the wind. She raised her head to sniff as her mouth started to water.
What was happening? Cedar and grapefruit seemed to fill her nostrils, and suddenly she couldn’t think past it. Her skin, which a few moments ago had been chilled by the early May air, was now feverish, and her body ached with need.
Shaking her head, she tried to clear it of the feelings, like trying to stay awake in a warm and comfortable bed, but she couldn’t seem to shake the effects of whatever this was. She heard movement around the outside of the barn, and the sudden shot of fear seemed to help clear her mind temporarily.
The sound of sniffing, accompanied by footsteps and the crunching of dry hay underfoot, came from the barn entrance. Pansy stilled, hoping to avoid attracting attention. How had someone found her so quickly? Had she not hidden well enough?
“I know you’re in here, I can smell you,” Came the very male voice. Her heart stopped as she held her breath. He could smell her? She instinctively covered the gland on her throat. Her mother had always told her that it was her wedding gland; only to be broke when she married. Fear and confusion warred inside her. She wanted to ask questions, but didn’t want to reveal herself or her ignorance. Her mother had told her almost nothing about men. “I promise, I won't hurt you. I just want to see you.”
She let out a slow breath, the scent of cedar and grapefruit now smelling more intense. She almost moaned before clapping her hand over her mouth. What the fuck was wrong with her?
“Please,” he groaned. He sounded desperate and half wild, but the noise made her body react in a way that was both unexpected and unsettling. “I can see your feet. If I were like the others, I could have pulled you out of there already,”
He had a point, and if she was honest, she wanted to see him too. His voice was deep and soft, and he sounded kind. She shifted herself and pushed out from behind the bales, picking hay from her black hair. It took a moment for her eyes to pick him out in the darkness, but when she spotted him, she paused.
She knew a few people from the village over. Mostly those who worked in the businesses, such as the pub and the shop. This was someone she knew, even if only by sight alone. It was the lad from the florist. They were similar in age, and she had watched him a few times as he moved buckets heavily laden with beautiful blooms.
“It’s you,” He whispered, stepping closer. “I hoped it would be,”
Part of her wanted to step away, but her body stepped forward. “Would be what?” she asked. Her voice came out breathlessly as if she had been running.
“Can you not feel it?” he asked, stepping forward again. She copied unconsciously, like magnets drawn together.
“Feel what?”
“The need. It's called being in heat.”
She wanted to deny it, to say she felt nothing, but she could feel it like any other need her body had, like feeling starving or desperately needing sleep. She knew if he didn’t touch her soon, she would die. It wasn’t logical, but it felt like an undeniable truth. Unable to say anything, she nodded.
“I’ve seen you so many times in the pub, serving behind the bar or waiting on tables. I wanted it to be you,” He said after a while.
“I’ve seen you in the florist's too,” she admitted. “What's going on? Why are we in heat?”
“It's mating season,” He explained, lifting his foot to take another step forward. Noticing what he was doing, he fought it and put his foot down again. His fists were clenched, and she could feel the battle going on within him.
“And you hoped it would be me?” She asked, taking a step forward knowingly.
“Stop, please.” He begged.
“Why?” She asked, without moving closer again.
“Because I’m not sure what I’m capable of tonight, and I didn’t want the first conversation we had to be tonight.”
“I think that ship has sailed. You’ve found me, are you supposed to chase me?”
He nodded, closing his eyes and taking in a ragged breath. “But it's easier to talk to you normally if you stay still, so please. Don’t run.”
“What would happen if I did?” she asked, a thrill of excitement filling her veins. She wanted to run, and moreover, she wanted him to chase and catch her.
“Instinct would take over. I’m struggling to keep it controlled as it is.”
“Do you change into anything?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t think so, do you?”
She shook her head before taking in a deep breath, breathing in his scent and aching for him to touch her.
Without conscious thought, Pansy bolted. Running past him and out into the field. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to outrun him for long, but she didn’t have to. Excitement filled her veins, and she wondered how far back he was, but she daren’t turn back to check.
Within a few seconds, she heard his panting breath behind her before a weight tackled her from behind. They tumbled along the ground, softened by the grass. She attempted to get up, but as soon as she moved, he was on top of her. Dark eyes locked with hers from inches away.
“I told you not to run,” He whispered before crashing his lips to hers. His hands were in her hair, and his elbows were on either side of her shoulders. She was trapped. His lips were hot, and it felt like her skin was on fire. Kissing him back, she gripped his shirt at his waist, holding him in place. Cedar and grapefruit surrounded her, and she could feel herself going slowly insane.
She had kissed boys before, but this was something else. The kiss seemed to awaken every nerve in her body as though struck by electricity. She moaned into the kiss, and this seemed to tip him over the edge as his answering moan filled her mouth. His hands moved, lifting her skirt.
“Please say yes,” he asked, his hands stopping from what they were doing. She could feel the tremor through his body at the effort.
“Yes,” She whispered. A shudder passed through him as he straightened up above her. He knelt between her legs and moved his hands up her thighs to remove her underwear. There was a tearing noise before she could feel the cold air on her skin.
“Gods!” he swore as he looked down. His face was pained as if he were staring at the most beautiful thing in the world. “I’ve dreamt of you so many times. What you would look like, how you'd feel, how you'd smell,” he whispered. “Already wet for me and ready to mate with me,”
She gasped as just his words sent a thrill of lust through her, unable to resist shifting under his adoring gaze as he slipped his trousers down. “Please say you want it too,” He begged.
Pansy wondered whether he was giving her the chance to stop what was happening. She wasn’t sure she could let him stop now, even if she wanted to. Her body was overriding her brain, causing her to act without thinking. But in this, both her brain and body were in complete agreement.
“Please,” She begged.
She looked down to see his cock in his hand. It was large and pale in the moonlight, and suddenly her mouth was dry. The size of it was daunting. How was it meant to fit?
“Have you been with anyone before?” She shook her head, “I’ll try to be as gentle as I can,” he muttered as his head pressed against her entrance. A noise left her mouth as he pushed inside, slowly and carefully.
She wrapped his shirt in her hand as she tried to hold onto something, anticipating the pain from something so significant inserting inside of her for the first time. She knew logically that it should fit, but anticipation and fear made her tense.
“Relax, petal, it’ll hurt less if you relax,” he moaned, his eyes pinched closed as he worked himself into her, deep in concentration. It was like he was squeezing the air from her lungs with every inch. He panted and moaned as he slowly slid home.
“Gods, you’re so tight, but it feels like you were made to take me all,” he hummed as soon as he was fully seated inside of her. Panting at the sensation of feeling so stuffed full was almost overwhelming, but slowly she relaxed as her body started to appreciate feeling so full.
Thanks to the schoolyard rumour mill, she had always thought that losing your virginity was a painful experience, made worse if the man was too big or too rough, but that was not her experience. Pansy wondered if the mating season somehow negated that.
Moving slightly beneath him, she felt almost desperate for more. She could feel the hunger growing, and if she didn’t feed soon, she’d lose her sanity.
“Oh Gods, do that again,” he pleaded,
She rolled her hips and was rewarded by a deep hum that traversed through her body. “So tight, hot and wet, just for me.” He moaned as he slowly pulled out. The sensations were the strangest and the greatest she had ever felt, and his words made her tighten around her. She desperately tried to grab his shirt to stop him from leaving. Pansy wasn’t sure she could bear feeling empty after this.
“Such an amazing cunt, and now it’s mine. You’re mine!” He thrust back in softly, and she cried out, feeling tears gather at the corner of her eyes. The feeling of movement accompanied by the sensation of being full again was all she wanted.
“More,” she begged when he looked down, concerned.
“You’re so beautiful. Lying here and taking me so well. I can feel you trying to hold me in.” He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, a little harder than before. “Tell me whose cunt you have.” He hummed
“Y-yours!” she stammered as he pulled out and thrust in again. She cried out, unable to hold it in as the force of him pushed the air out of her lungs.
“Mine!” He growled, pulling out and thrusting in again harder. “I’m going to fuck your tight, pretty cunt, and fill you up!” He growled into her ear as he continued to thrust into her, setting a gentle but steady rhythm. She cried out, again and again, as the rush of heat set her nerves on fire. “Do you want me to fill you up?” She nodded eagerly, her breath catching in the back of her throat.
“Please!” She begged
“Do you want me to put a baby in there?” He asked. Her breath caught in her throat as the idea struck her and sent a thrill of excitement and lust through her. She moaned as the world set her imagination alight. Nodding again, she closed her eyes. “Please,” she whispered.
She had never thought about children, but suddenly the thought of him filling her and getting her pregnant seemed to trigger something deep inside her, tilting her axis and driving her wild. Suddenly, she didn’t just want children, she needed children-his children.
He reached down between them, sliding his fingers through her wet folds before finding the bundle of nerves she thought only she knew about. He touched her, moving his fingers in maddening circles, forcing her to whimper and gasp, her hands wildly looking for something to stop her from falling. The additional sensations wound her tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap. Shaking as he continued to thrust, she hovered on the edge. “Come for me, please!” he begged. “Come for me and tighten that gorgeous cunt around my cock!”
The filthy words tumbled out of his mouth, and it was just enough to push her off the edge. She felt like she was falling, the world around her stretching and expanding, pulling at her body until she was a jumble of particles being blown around on a cosmic wind. Separated so far apart until she was nothing but a single, shimmering, trembling speck and then all too quickly, she was forced back into her body again. She gasped at the air hungrily as he stroked her hair.
“Needed to make sure you came before I let go,” he whispered, and she could feel the trembling in his limbs as she slowly became aware of the world again. “Can you roll over?” he asked. She nodded but lay still, trying to catch her breath. “Please,” he begged. Pansy nodded again sluggishly as she pulled away from him to get on her hands and knees.
Her legs trembled, and she wasn’t sure if she could stay like that without collapsing onto her face. Her body had been too blown apart to remember how to be whole again just yet, but she positioned herself, and the simple act of presenting herself to him had her dripping wet in seconds against the cool night air.
He gripped her hips gently and pulled her close, running his hand over her thighs and then between her legs. She cried out as he touched her clit again, it throbbing for attention instantly. Heat filled out her skin like sunburn on the inside.
“Such a pretty, greedy little cunt. Hungry for more so soon? Let me fill you up,” He muttered against her as he lined himself up. He moved his hand, and she wanted to sob over the loss of contact, but then she felt him touch her again. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her dripping cunt, teasing her to madness.
“Please,” she begged.
“So greedy!” He growled as he lined himself up before slowly pressing back in. The angle was different in this way, and when he was fully seated inside her, she wondered whether she could live the rest of her life like this, filled to the brim.
He started slowly, just as he had before. But she could already feel the winding of the spring again as the head of his cock hit something sensitive inside her, rubbing over it again and again. With every stroke, the heat within her skin both eased and intensified.
“Please,” she begged again, pushing back to meet his thrusts, wanting it harder and faster than before.
“Don’t. If I lose control completely, I might hurt you,” His voice sounded strangled as he rocked into her, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Don’t care, I need,” she choked as the pressure grew in her lower belly. “Gods, please!”
“You’ll change your mind when it’s over,” He said through gritted teeth, “Want this to last in case you reject me later,”
“Mated,” she muttered, “I can’t reject.”
“Not yet, we’re not. Soon”
She growled with frustration and pushed herself back into him to meet his thrust again. He grunted as the head of his cock rammed the bundle of nerves inside her. She cried out before doing it again. The heat needed more.
“Don’t,” He growled.
“Please, fill me, make me yours. Put a baby inside of me now,” She demanded.
She felt more than heard it when his control finally broke. His hands at her hips tightened and adjusted to hold more of her before pulling her back onto him.
Pansy saw stars when that happened. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations as his balls hit her clit with every thrust. The pace became punishing and fast as he controlled her body as he pulled her backwards to meet his thrusts. She needed more.
Her prayers were soon answered as he started to talk again. His filthy words filled her mind with images as he punished her cunt.
“How does it feel? Me fucking you in a field, anyone could catch us. Someone could be watching right now as I fill your cunt with my come. I’m going to fill you up, then fuck it all back inside of you so that you have no choice but to carry my children.” He panted into the darkness.
Pansy cried out at the extra stimulation as he reached around her hip, his fingers sliding over her dripping clit again. The noise that fell out of her mouth at the extra touch was barely human, and they continued, like guttural grunts, as he fucked her and fingered her. Bringing her so close to the edge, it was like rocketing towards a star.
“Going to make you a mother. Growing my children in your womb, filling you with so much come, that you could birth a whole litter. Would you like that? Me flooding your womb? Her breath hitched as she almost came. “Yes, that's it. Oh yes. Good girl, you’re such a good girl,” He panted, breathing his praise over her back before reaching down and holding onto her throat with his hand.
“Harder,” she whispered, and he tightened his hand around her throat. That move alone snapped the elastic band that had been so tightly wound, and she started coming over his cock. His thrusts got harder and faster, and all she could do was scream into the darkness as he milked every sound possible from her from the pounding of his cock inside her.
“Good girl. My good girl. Such a greedy, hungry, little cunt. Let me fill you. I’m going to pump so much into you it’ll dribble down your legs when you stand.”
She wanted to cry. She felt filled with so many sensations, the only way to release was to cry. Tears dripped over her face as he started to get erratic, his rhythm faltering.
“Please, Please. I need this,” she begged, and after two more pumps, he exploded inside of her, and she found herself coming again as the sensations of him spilling his seed within her. She could feel her body feeding on the come, consuming it hungrily as they came together.
The pulsing of his cock seemed never-ending, keeping her constantly spasming around him. The intensity seemed to grow as he fell on top of her. He bit her shoulder right over the glands, breaking the skin, and finally, her skin started to cool. However, she continued to orgasm, like rolling waves of pleasure, but never crashing out on a shore.
“Too much,” she cried out, starving for breath as his cock continued to fill her, getting bigger. She tried to pull away, to escape such an overload of pleasure, but couldn’t
“Don’t fight it.” He whispered into her ear. “Relax and enjoy it.” he pulled up on her throat, elongating her neck and forcing her up off her hands. With one hand, he continued to stroke her clit, and it throbbed under his ministrations, begging for more. The other arm hugged her back to his chest while rolling one of her nipples in his fingers. “Shush, trust me. Let me fill you and get you pregnant. Let me feed the heat and take it away. I’m making you mine.”
She closed her eyes and tried to relax into him, letting his assault of her body continue. Slowly, the pleasure became more manageable, keeping her in a constant state of delirium. At some point, he lowered them both down on the grass, and she realised that they were stuck together. Opening her mouth to ask questions, she realised that it had been raining for some time. Her hair was stuck to her neck, and she started to shiver.
“It’s almost over,” He whispered. “We should be able to part soon.”
“What happened?” She asked, her throat croaking into the darkness.
“We mated. Well. You’re mated to me. I’ve yet to seal the deal.”
“Sorry? What do you mean? My mother never explained any of this to me.”
“So, the stag is where the men go to each other’s villages to find their mates. When they find them, it should start an answering heat in the partner that can only be quenched by knotting. This is usually where a male…” he seemed to struggle with how to say it.
She started to giggle softly.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
“The filth you’ve said to me tonight, and you’re struggling to talk about it now.”
He snorted and placed a kiss against her neck. “So usually a man swells up inside and then they can’t be parted until he shrinks down again. It’s to keep a man's seed inside his mate to ensure a pregnancy.”
“Right,” she said, feeling uncomfortable, “Did you want children so soon?”
“I love children, but I was hoping actually to date you first before we skip to baby names.”
“Would you be mad if I told you I was on the contraceptive potion?”
“A little sad maybe, but logically I’m relieved,”
“Good, but at least we know that I’m more than open to the idea of trying that again,” she laughed again, feeling a different heat bloom under her cheeks.
“Good,” she felt his smile against her neck.
“So what did you mean that you haven’t mated with me? What have we been doing all this time?”
“You need to bite my gland too, otherwise we’re not a mated pair.”
“Do you want me to?”
“If you don’t, the next time the moon calls us, I could mate with someone else, but you wouldn’t be able to. I am more than happy with this choice.”
“Where is your gland?”
It’s in the same place as yours,” he reached for her hand and placed it against the bend of his neck. She felt the unevenness of the skin and stroked it lightly with her fingers. He shuddered against her, his breath coming in raspy gulps.
“Careful, you’ll make me hard again and we’ll be here even longer,”
“So I need to bite you?” he nodded, and she moved her hand up to his hair.
“Well, if we’re both to get mated, I guess we had better do the introductions as I still don’t even know your name,”
“Shit!” he swore, laughing. “I’m Neville Longbottom. I work at my gran’s florist while I get my degree in botany.”
“I’m Pansy Parkinson, I’m working at one of the pubs my parents own in the hopes that one day I’ll take over the family business.”
“Wow, That’s sound!” He moved slightly, and she felt him slide out, leaving her feeling empty. “There we go.” He let her pull away from him as she rolled over in the grass.
The sky was starting to lighten as the sun rose, and she marvelled at how long they had been at it for, with no evident appreciation of time. She studied his face and smiled. He was so very handsome, but she wondered about the colour of his eyes and couldn’t wait to see him in the light.
“So do you want me to bite you?” She asked carefully, hoping she wouldn’t be hurt if the answer was no.
“I couldn’t think of anything I would prefer more,” He grinned, a set of straight white teeth looking back at her. “But only if you’re sure,”
He raised his hand to her face and pushed her sodden hair back behind her ear before holding her cheek.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for years, ever since I first saw you in the pub. If we’re mates, we’re designed to be together. I can’t wait to be yours.”
He twisted his head, exposing his throat to her, and suddenly she felt powerful. She pressed her face towards him, using his shoulder to brace herself before running her tongue over the gland.
She knew how sensitive hers was before, so she teased him slightly, making him tremble before taking him in her mouth and sucking.
He moaned into the misty morning air, gripping her hair at the back of her head and holding her close. When she had finished teasing him, she put her teeth in the right place and bit down hard enough to break the skin, the scent of him surrounding her again. He cried out, his voice echoing off the far trees. “Yes! My little May queen!”
“You can call me that again!” She grinned as she pulled back,
“You’ll always be my queen, no matter the month. We’re mated now,” he smiled lazily, his eyes half lidded, before pulling her back in for a deepening kiss. She shivered violently, and he loosened his hold.
“What now? It feels strange just to head home after that, but I know my parents will be looking for me if they’ve found I’m not home.”
“Yeah, Gran didn’t know I was going to be out all night either.”
“Will I see you later?” She asked. Neville nodded
“I need to ask your parents for your hand in marriage so that we can have an official wedding. If that's what you would like?”
“We’ve been fucking for one night, and already you think of marriage?” She shook her head and laughed.
“I’ve loved you for years,” He stood up slowly before offering her his hand.
“As I, you. Now come on, before I freeze something off!”
He laughed then, and it was such a lovely sound. “Then lets get you home,”
They started to walk past the barn and towards the sleeping village. Pansy could see now why the older women reminisced about their time mating. She would never forget this night, and she only hoped that one day she would be able to do everything all over again. Perhaps she was a deer, not a fox, after all. She would undoubtedly be happy to be if she could keep him as her stag.