Doris Deer Novels & Stories

Emmi from Wolversons, I smile at that. “Too late, D already put my number in her phone this morning. Feel free to message me anytime Daisy, it will be wonderful to have another woman close who knows how hard it is.” She winks at me and I think Oscar groans, I think it was Oscar. “Okay, so.” I look between them and decide to try to guess who is who. I point to Roland first. “You’re the crazy one who likes torture.” I point to Diogo. “You’re the soft one.” I look between Jax and Oscar, which are they? “You’re both hard Doms,” I say and they laugh.

Moss pounded his chest proudly. As Deere regained his footing, his wolf-like eyes focused intently. Shaking off the shock, he moved into the counter. Moss attempted to seize him once more, but with a swift motion, Deere escaped his grasp. In a blur of movement, Deere slipped under Moss's leg, shifting back into his human form, and with a precise strike of his claw, he went for Moss's groin. Moss doubled over in pain, his groans echoing across the meeting grounds.

She didn’t want to see those eyes again. To her surprise, there was a man holding a leashed animal outside the kitchens. About the size of a pig, it had a body similar to a kangaroo/deer hybrid with hoofed feet. The head had a distinctly jackrabbit look about it, and the ears were long. The body was dull brown with white markings on its legs, belly and tiny, tufted tail. “This is a deerhare,” Jayems explained. “You know him better as sausage.” She grimaced as the handler led the animal away. “Ugh! Do you always introduce your guests to their breakfast?”

“It appears the deer died of old age. We will ensure the deer’s soul is set free,” says the boy. He stands at stares at me curiously “Hi I am Davina,” I say reaching out to shake his hand, hoping he’ll introduce himself. I more curious about him rather than their weird animal ritual. “This is River. Your sister’s son,” Cedar replies.

A couple of hours later, After drinking soup for lunch and talking with his family, David returned to SSO. --- A herd of 8 deers calmly grazed inside the blood forest. Their horns were much smaller than their Earth's counterparts. Their fur was red with black spots, and their eyes were blue as the sky. One of them got distracted by a low whistle that came from one of the bushes and approached it.

“Are you Seraya’s friend? Or are you from this pack? Another pack?” She gave him a small laugh and shook her head. “Oh, no no,” she said, placing her hand over her chest like she was flattered by the attention. “I’m not just a friend. I’m Kellan’s fated mate. My name is Doris.” My stomach turned.She said it so proudly, like she was introducing herself to royalty. She didn’t even try to hide the smugness in her tone. I could see it in her eyes, she loved that she had just made things even more awkward.

I pass the axolytol pool, glowing in the moonlight with all the different colors of the animals sleeping in the pond. As I get deeper into the woods, I hear more shuffling sounds, startled animals bolting away from me. We have deer here, similar to humans, but our deer are more majestic. The leader of our herd is the Ceryneian Hind, the deer of the humans’ Greek mythology. She has antlers of gold and hooves of brass. Her coat is a dappled color and she is fast, faster than almost any animal in our forest, with the notable exception of Dominic, our resident Alpha werewolf and Lucero, the only Unicorn in existence. She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon.

Their tongues darted out and began to lick and suckle at each other’s frustrated sexual organs. It was a beautiful sight. A baby deer ran through the trees and saw what was going on -- Dorian slurping down the dragon cream-pie from the woman’s pussy while the woman was heatedly sucking Dorian’s wiener. The dragon must’ve found this very arousing, for whilst the young couple gave each other oral pleasure, his long creature-dick was stiff again and aimed straight at them. He’d been watching intently, almost with a human mind.

‘Thank you…by the way don’t move close to that type of animals…not all rabbit are docile’. ‘I know, it’s a Dagi rabbit… it paralyzes its prey with the toxins in the claw then eats them up’ ivory explains ‘by the way where’s its claw’. ‘I put them in your bag’ Alfred replies staring at her. ‘Can you guys keep it down, I’m trying to sleep here’ indigo says as he yawns. ‘Well it’s time to wake up, can’t you see it almost dawn’ ivory says looking at the sleepy indigo ‘we should get moving’.

Darrell went deep into the woods and fetched some woods and soon returns to where Alyssa was, then hehe arranged the woods and sets a fire, then he moves to the body of the dead deer, picks it up, takes it to the fire, and starts roasting it. "Gosh, Alyssa this boy is really strange," Berk said to Alyssa who was just starting at Darrell with dreamy eyes and she softly replied "yes he is" more like a whisper. Darrell keeps on roasting the deer until it turned to meat, he brings it down from the fire and cut it into tiny pieces with his sword for easy consumption. "Dinner is served," Darrell said with a satisfied smirk. "Here help yourself," Darrell said to Alyssa who was still staring at Darr