Cosmo panted heavily in Louis's arms, her small hands gripping the fur on his chest as she slowly recovered from her climax, her walls trembling around his hard length.
She'd been a stripper for eight years, adjusting herself to the harsh environment of the black market, always giving herself to carnivores—through dancing or prostitution—and never asking for anything in return. Only their money. Even the few herbivores who came crawling into the black market, looking to have sex with the beautiful Cosmo, she'd give her body to them and leave only with their money in hand—and sometimes their wallets. She'd had sex more times than she could count, yet, not one of those times had she came, not one of those times had she really moaned and cried out in ecstasy. Sex was simply another job, a necessity for her to survive in the black market, and nothing else.
Cosmo tucked her muzzle into Louis's neck, pressing every inch of her naked body against his, cuddling him.
The young stag's invitation to his bed had been unexpected, even for her. After their small conversation at the bar, she was sure she'd leave without any goodbyes or thanks from him. But at the sound of his voice, she'd paused at the door, her large ears perking up. "I wouldn't mind some company tonight." He'd said the words lowly, as if a part of him was hoping she wouldn't hear him. But she looked back at him with a bright smile, and an hour later, they were inside his king sized bed, naked, their limbs entangled.
She'd expected the sex to be one-sided and bland—as it had always been—another job for her to finish and leave. But those shallow expectations were shattered when Louis suddenly pinned her down to the bed and began worshipping her body. The way he touched her body, the way he brushed his lips over hers, with such gentleness and care... it made her feel cherished... and somewhat loved—protected. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, her flower becoming heated and moist, begging for his length. And only moments later, she began begging for his length, mewling like a little fawn. The young stag had simply kissed and sucked at her breast, continuing to pleasure her, his eyes closed in concentration. It was a new, unknown sensation to her: the true pleasures of sex. Never before had a male wanted to pleasure her, especially one who had payed for her services—or in this case, had earned. So, she allowed herself to squirm and whimper beneath him, she allowed herself enjoy the euphoric sensation of his touches and his kisses. She even went as far as pressing her lips against his, kissing him passionately, thanking him. He'd saved her life, and now, he was making her feel loved and cherished, a sensation no other male in her life had ever given her—a sacred, precious memory she'd never forget.
And when he finally slipped his length inside of her, his slow strokes turning into deep, swift thrust, she didn't even worry herself in masking her screams as she came, again and again, her flower throbbing. She'd wrapped her legs around his moving hips, cupping his face between her hands as she kissed him, moaning into his throat. He'd made her come one more time before he came himself, grunting, his teeth clenched. She'd gasped and grabbed at the fur on his chest, quivering as his length pulsed inside her, filling her. She'd panted heavily as the young stag enveloped her in his arms afterwards, laying back on his bed, taking her with him.
Cosmo strapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him, feeling his length slowly softening inside her. She continued to cuddle him, a bright smile on her lips, her eyes closed. How embarrassing, she thought to herself, cheekily. She was a twenty six year old okapi, who'd had sex with more males than she could count, yet was it a little, young stag that'd made her climax more than once—that'd made her mewl and beg like a helpless child. She lightly chuckled to herself. Despite that, she was grateful to him, beyond grateful. For a male to show her the affection he'd shown tonight, without asking for anything in return... after so many years of males taking advantage of her body... Cosmo eyes burned and she tightened her grip around him, clenching her eyes shut. "Thank you," she half-sobbed into his neck, a tear slipping through her eyelid. "Thank you." And for the first time since she'd became a stripper, Cosmo questioned whether she truly wanted to die in the black market. She questioned whether she wanted to find a male that'd love her and protect her... and maybe start a new life.
Though, her train of thought was broken when noticed the young stag's calm, even breaths and the smooth rhythm of his heartbeat. He'd fallen asleep, she realized with a small giggle. I guess I kept him up past his bedtime. She cuddled him again, a moan slipping from her throat. Normally, if her clients fell asleep, she'd steal from them and leave without a word. But... not tonight. This feeling of love and safety and comfort this young stag gave her, being held in his arms... she wanted to enjoy it—just this once.
Just this once. And then keep it as a precious memory. A reminder that there was more to her life, more to her, than just dying a lonely female in the black market. A reminder that there was more waiting for her to claim, waiting for her to explore. Her life, and the choices she'd make. And for once, she found herself excited for what tomorrow would bring.
Cosmo rested her head against the young stag's chest and allowed sleep to claim her.