She lay there for some time in silence just trying to catch her breath and muster the energy to crawl to her bow some 10 feet away on the other side o... a log and head home.Grazing in the woods, a young buck stopped as a powerful scent filled his nose. Taking in a deep breath he recognized instinctually. Doe in heat, must fuck. He wasn't the biggest buck in the area, no that title belonged to one older buck, but he was a close second. More importantly, the scent was very close. Perhaps he. He’s already suggested such; he’s invited me in once. But I had my hands full of groceries, and then when I didn’t have my hands full anymore, it seemed too brazen of me to knock on his door to clarify what he’d meant by “visit”. And I’m sure I know what he meant anyway, as he keeps telling me with his other languages. So now, we play this game where I seek him out, and sometimes he plays along. But I still wonder what would happen if he ever invited me in again. I think that if I hadn’t had. I shuddered and groaned, my body on fire to be double penetrated.The wyvern let out another screech and then his wings slid up my body. The thin membranes brushed my dangling breasts. My nipples tingled as they were caressed by the leathery wings. I squirmed as I was mounted.“That's it. Fuck me. It's so much better than eating me.”The wyvern screeched in agreement. His double dick pressed at my hot holes. I shuddered as his wonderful cocks pressed into my body. The small spines tickled my. Her poor pussy was now the only part of her body protesting. It wanted action! And it wanted it now! She tried to ignore it. "I'm back, Sir." Welcome back." Thank you." Feeling better?" Oh yes." She sent another blushing face."Good. I thought of something while you were gone. Have you ever kept a diary?" Not since I was a little girl." I think it could be very useful. It's called a journal, and I'd like you to start one tomorrow. The idea is to help both you and I to know what is happening in.