Cosmo panted heavily in the new boss of the Shishigumi'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 in the black market 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. Save for 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 seductive smile she'd give all her clients, 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 the young stag suddenly pinned her down to the bed and began worshipping her body. The way he touched her, the way he brushed his lips over her fur, with such gentleness and care... it made her feel cherished... and somewhat loved—protected. She'd 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 continued at his pace, kissing and sucking at her breast, his eyes closed in concentration. It was a new, unknown sensation to her: the 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 enjoy the euphoric sensation of his touches and his kisses, squirming and whimpering beneath him. She even went as far as pressing her lips against his in passionate kiss, thanking him. He'd saved her life, and now, he was making her feel loved and cherished, a sensation she never thought she deserved, from anyone—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 truly 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. 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 have her first climax during sex—that'd made her mewl and beg like a little fawn. She blushed heavily at the thought. Despite that, she was beyond grateful to him. For a male to show her the affection he'd shown tonight, without asking for anything in return... after so many years of her body being taken advantage of... 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 smile. 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 she could keep it as a precious memory... as a reminder. 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 in her future. Suddenly, she found herself excited for what tomorrow would bring—an excitement she hadn't felt since she eight years old. Eight years old. Another tear streamed down her cheek and a sob broke through her throat. She cuddled the young stag's neck, her eyes closed as a bright smile spread on her lips.
A precious memory she'd never forget...
Cosmo tucked herself against Louis's body and allowed sleep to claim her.