Fey Bears the First Born [Male on Female] [Fantasy] [Breeding] [Wholesome] [Primal?] [Affectionate biting and scratching]

Inspired by [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/tumblr/comments/g96s8u/curse_of_the_fey/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) Tumblr post.

Plot Summary: A man asks a forest spirit to help save his sister. Turns out the forest spirit needs his firstborn in order to make it happen.

Author’s Note: Long hiatus! Wanted to come back with a one-off story that is a bit more wholesome than what I normally write. I spend a lot more time revising this story than others so I hope you enjoy it! I will also note this story has a lot more “plot” than some of my other stories. So don’t expect instant sexy times.

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The path was mostly beaten dirt, the kind that started as a game trail and only turned into a proper path with hundreds of travelers through the years.

“How long is this going to take?” said one of the villagers. She was a young woman, in her early twenties with long brown hair. She wore the clothing customary of commoners this far West in the Kingdom, a simple cotton dress with a thick cloak.

“Not too long, we’re almost there,” said the older man beside her. He was focused on the path ahead. He too wore the traditional garb of a villager except for charms of wood and bone that hung from his body and neck. His hair was short and his face was rough from the sun.

“Are we… are we going to see her?”

The man chuckled. “Perhaps… I’m not sure. I’ve only seen her twice before, and I’m not even sure if last time counts,” He stepped over a large log that had fallen on the trail. “My trips have become less frequent at my age. Look at the state of this trail!” He motioned to the log, “I may not have very many trips left in me, so I wouldn’t mind seeing her again. But then again, she does what she wants.”

The woman furrowed her brows. “Oh come on! You have plenty of time, stop being so dramatic!” She smirked.

“Ha!” The old man let out a single jolly laugh as they continued walking. “You’re here to learn the ways of an old Druid, aren’t you? Come on, ask me a question.”

“Hmmm…” The woman thought for a second. “Well… what is she like?”

The man scoffed slightly. “Being a Druid isn’t just about forest spirits! Ask me a different question!”

The woman sighed. “Oh, come on! There are dozens of rumors about her in town. But you know her the most, what is she like!”

“Fine… fine… Well, first off you should know she is to be respected. These are her woods; even the Baron is smart enough to recognize that. What she is like? She is kind and humble, and a sweet spirit. But she is fair, treat her wrongly and she will pay it back. Are you hearing this?”

“Yes, yes!” the woman said. She was staring off into the tree line as if she was lost in thought. In truth, she concentrated on the old man’s words. She looked down at the satchel that contained their offering. She took a deep breath in and out. “Sorry… I’m just nervous.”

“Ehhhhh, it’s okay. Come on, it’s right around this bend.”

The two continued walking down the trail that cut and weaved through the light forest. It was mid-spring so the trees blossomed with small pink and white flowers that filled the air with a gentle clean, fragrance. Finally, as the two marched up one last small hill they turned a corner into a hidden glade, a near-perfect circle of trees outlined the clearing. Twenty feet in from all edges was a circle of periodic stone pillars that jutted out of the ground. If you drew a line from one to the next, they formed a complete circle.

The woman stopped in her tracks; she had never seen anything quite like it. They were white and gleaming from the sun. The man, on the other hand, continued walking forward. He stopped right before entering the circle of stones and turned back to the woman. “Come on now, you have the offering?”

The woman blinked several times before continuing forward, still admiring the stones. “I’ve never seen anything like them. What are they?”

“I’ve thought that myself, I haven’t seen stone of their kind anywhere else. Just another example of the nymph’s power. Now, ready the offering.”

The woman nodded her head. “Right… sorry.” She looked down at her satchel and opened it, pulling out something wrapped in some thin cloth. Undoing the cloth, she revealed two pristine fruit tarts that were still in excellent condition. “Okay… I’m ready…”

The two entered the circle and walked towards a small, flat stone that stood in the middle. The man motioned to the stone and the woman bent down and laid the two fruit tarts on it. She returned to the old man’s side and he began to speak. “Nura, great Forest Spirit, as per tradition the druids of Aldbarrow offer you this humble gift. We thank you for protecting our village, our people, and for making our crops prosper. Let man and fey not fight but prosper together.” The old druid finished his mantra and stood there in silence, as if awaiting a response from the trees themselves. The woman held her breath as the silence became longer. Finally, a gentle breeze blew through the glade. The wind rubbed against the stone and leaves causing a subtle but present humming to fill both of their ears. It was equally eerie and graceful, an enigmatic tune to bid them goodbye. The two were lost in momentary silent awe, and they did not know for how long. Finally, it ended, and the old druid nodded. “Well… it’s time to go.”

The woman snapped out of it and turned her head to him. “Oh!… right.” The two turned and made their way back the way they came. Before they exited the glade, the woman turned her head around one more time, staring at the two tarts left on the stone. They were small enough that she could barely see them. She couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t get what she wanted, to get a glimpse of the famed nymph, but for now, this was enough. After all, she was going to have plenty more opportunities in the future. She turned back around and followed the old druid.

The clearing was left vacant, at least to the senses of an average person. A gentler breeze than the one before blew through the clearing. The leaves and branches rustled, first from the wind, then from a figure. Stepping out of the foliage was a tall, feminine person. Her skin was a pale, light green. Her body was mostly exposed except for a pair of white lace garments that covered her legs, arms, bosom, and rump. She strode through the short grass on her bare feet, swaying her hips gently from side to side. The large mane of curly red hair that fell from her head and reached her hips also swung. Long pointed ears stuck out of the thick, curly locks. Her soft lips were put into a smile and her glimmering white eyes locked onto the pastries. As she elegantly strolled through the clearing and into the stone circle she hummed to herself a discordant melody.

She stopped mere feet away from the pastries and kneeled in front of them. She tilted her head with a curious and excited look on her face. She tenderly plucked one from the stone and held it in front of her face. She could barely contain herself from giggling and took a deep inhale of the pastry. She let out a long pleased sigh as she took in the warm sweet aroma. Suddenly, she fell backward and rolled onto her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth as she continued to study the pastry. Finally, she opened her mouth and took a tender bite out of the fruit tart. Her eyes rolled up and she hummed in pleasure from the taste. “Hrmmmmph… so good,” she said mouth half full of pastry. She continued to scarf down the pastry, taking in each delicious bite until it was just crumbles in the grass. She rolled back onto her back and rubbed her tummy as she sighed in relief. “Ahhhh… that never gets old…” Her voice was smooth like flower pollen.

After a few more minutes of enjoying the post-pastry, Nura stood up and inspected the last and now solitary pastry. “Now for you…” Like the last one, she tenderly picked it up but made her way out of the clearing and into the light forest. She effortlessly strode through the brush, never getting snagged on a branch or hesitating on the next step to take. It was like the forest moved with her. She carried the pastry like a reliquary to where her forest turned hilly and broken up by rocks. The land in front of her was not a part of her realm, it was a wild place where forest spirits had never taken home. Nura took a strawberry off the top of the pastry and dropped it onto the ground. In an instant, it blossomed into a beautiful and thorny red flower. She continued, dropping fruit, and leaving a path of red flowers that bordered where her forest ended and the wild place began. Finally, she was left with just the delicious sweet bread. Nura sighed to herself in relief. “That should keep them out. Now… next order of business…”

Nura walked back through her forest until she reached the other end of it. Her woods transitioned into wide-stretching grassy fields as far as she could see. In the distance, she could see the farmsteads that made up the outskirts of Aldbarrow. In an instant, her body shifted to that of a fox, whose pelt was the same color as her hair. She held the leftover bread from the tart in her mouth and began to trot through the fields. She made her way to each farmstead, depositing a crumb in each of their fields until it was all gone. To her keen sight, but perhaps not a normal human, the barley seeds and vegetables began to sprout, digging roots into the soil. Their leaves became more full and their stocks thicker. With her mission complete, Nura returned to her wood and climbed up into a tree. On the branch, she shifted back into her normal form. She gazed back into the fields and the farmsteads as the sun slowly began to set. She couldn’t help but smile as another perfect day ended.

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The days passed and Nura spent them watching over her forest and Aldbarrow, blessing the farms and forests with her magic. Spring turned into Summer, and Summer turned into Fall. The old druid’s visits became less frequent until he never returned. Then it was just the young woman. Fall turned to Winter, and then Winter to Spring again. However, in the waning days of that season, even the young woman stopped visiting.

It was one of those warm Spring days and Nura was standing near the edge of her forest where it turned into the unkept wild realm. She squatted down to one of her red flowers. It was wilting and its stem drooped sadly. Nura let out a nervous sigh. It had been too long and she was afraid that if no one visited her she wouldn’t be able to keep monsters out of her forest and extension Aldbarrow. Worse yet, the farmers had planted their crops a full moon ago and without her blessing, many of the plants would perish before summer’s end. Nura gently straightened the poor flower, it was the best she could do in the current circumstances.

Suddenly Nura felt a brush of wind through her hair. Her pointed ears perked up and she looked behind herself. Someone had entered the stone circle. Finally, had someone come to visit her with offerings? Nura instantly stood up and began to run through the forest, gliding through foliage and branches. She stopped near the edge of the clearing where it would be impossible for anyone to see her.

She peered through the limbs of trees and leaves until she saw someone. It wasn’t the young druid who she expected, but a young human man with pale white skin. He wore a simple teal laced-up tunic over his wide shoulders and tight trousers. He stood tall and hale. His long silky back hair fell mostly to one side. Nura’s eyes narrowed at the strange intruder. The man wandered around the clearing, looking around until he called out. “I know you are here! I need to speak to you!”

The man continued to wander around, gazing into the trees and branches. He seemed desperate as he paced around, not minding where he stepped. “Come on Nymph! I know you are here!”

Nura continued to watch in half curiosity and frustration with his impolite nature. All of a sudden the man stepped backward and trampled a small flower sprouting near one of the stones. Nura barged through the tree line in anger. Her hair rose slightly in the air as her glimmering white eyes turned to a shade of fire-like orange. The nails on her fingers grew to razor-sharp claws. “What do you think you are doing here man?! I should cut you down right here for treading into my circle!” Her voice had shifted into a more animalistic growling.

The man stepped back in fear and rose his hands. His bright blue eyes widened as he saw the Nymph display her wrath. “Please! I’m sorry! But I need your help!”

Now that she was closer, she had a better look at him. He was young, with a sharp chiseled jaw but the rest of his face was soft. She didn’t recognize him, but to be fair she didn’t interact with many of the villagers. Nura continued to walk towards him, holding her clawed hands to her side. “You can’t be from Aldbarrow, the villagers know not to tread into my sanctum unwelcomed! Who are you? A bandit?!”

The man continued to walk backward until his back was against one of the large white stones “I’m not a bandit! I’m from Aldbarrow! It’s about my sister! The druid!”

Nura’s head tilted in curiosity, but she still glared at the man. “It would be unwise to lie to a forest spirit man-thing! Who are you?!” She got closer until she was only a couple of feet away from him, brandishing her claws the whole way.

The man pressed himself further back into the stone in fear. “Please! I’m telling the truth, my name is Deseric! And my sister is sick! That’s why she hasn’t visited.”

Nura stopped in her tracks and hesitated, perhaps he was telling the truth, he was scared enough to do so. “How did you get here ‘Deseric’? Only the druids know the path here.”

Deseric calmed down slightly and sighed. “As I said, she’s my sister. When she became a druid I was curious and begged her to tell me the path. Please, I know that only druids are allowed to come here, there may not be any more druids if you don’t help her!”

Nura stepped back in surprise. “Your sister told you how to get here? Then she has broken the pact!”

The man pleaded with his hands. “Please, it’s not her fault, it’s mine. I was the one who pressured her into it. I begged her to tell me. The berries deep in the forest sell for extra in the market. I don’t care if you have to kill me, just help my sister.”

Nura stopped for a second and thought. She could sense the desperation in his voice was pure and honest. His sister had been a good druid, but the knowledge that she told the ancient secret was shocking; she sighed. “I’m sorry… I can’t help your sister even if I wanted to. That requires a promise, a powerful promise. One I’m not confident you could keep.”

The man looked surprised. “What do you mean you need a promise? What kind of promise?”

Nura’s claws began to subside and her eyes shifted back into the more innocent glimmering white. “The magic of the Fey cannot alter things other than ourselves without an offering. In this instance, you would save one life by giving up another.”

The man thought for a second, collecting his thoughts before speaking. “Then take mine! I’ve broken your rules, it’s only fair.”

Nura began to turn and walk away. “It doesn’t work that way. I admire your willingness to give up your own life, but that is not what I mean. You would have to promise your firstborn to the fey.”

Deseric stood there shocked for a second, taking in what she just said “You would… need my firstborn?”

The nymph walked back to the flat stone and rubbed her hand across the cold surface. “Yes… upon their birth, they would be promised to the fey. They would be raised as one of us. That is the promise required for me to save your sister. But then again, you have proven yourself untrustworthy. You have come into my woods unwelcomed and coerced my druid to tell you the path here, for your filthy coin no less. Why should I think a poacher could keep that promise?”

Deseric didn’t respond and a pregnant pause formed between the two of them. Nura turned back around and gazed at the man as he thought about her words. He was young and healthy, a good example of the male sex. Sexuality was not a novel concept to the fey. In days of old, humans often interbred with forest spirits. It was a mutual agreement and show of respect to the forest spirits that in turn protected humans. “Why? Why was he taking so long to think?” she thought. She did feel bad for him. She hated the thought of someone dying, let alone her last druid. Perhaps it would be right to trust him. After all, she couldn’t imagine a scenario where he would have trouble finding a mate. “Fine… I will allow you to enter this pact. I will save your sister if you promise me your firstborn. But know this man-thing, breaking a fey’s promise means you and your kin will be forever hexed.”

Deseric looked up from this quiet contemplation with surprised eyes. “Thank you Nura! It is a fair deal for my sister’s life. I promise!” He almost stumbled over his words, blurting out his promise to the powerful being. He stopped himself, collecting what he had just done. Deseric swallowed and looked up and down Nura’s sensuous body with a nervous unsure attitude. “So when do we begin?”

Nura’s thoughts stopped in her tracks, locking bewildered eyes with him. She saw him step forward so only a few feet were in between the two. “What?” she said completely baffled.

Deseric hesitated in his advance, looking at her with equal confusion. “You said you wanted my firstborn. So when do we begin? Now?… Or later?” His words were honest and to the point. This was no joke he had planned.

Nura couldn’t help but blush at this proposal. She squeezed her fingers against the offering stone behind her. “I’m sorry. You must be confused…,” she said, almost mortified about where this was going.

Deseric looked confused himself. “I’ve heard stories that the ancient humans and forest spirits used to… join together in union? Isn’t this what that is? You want my firstborn?”

Nura fluttered her eyes for a second as he explained. Once he emphasized the “you” it did make sense, although that is not what she wanted to imply. “I… That is not what I meant to mean…”

Deseric took one step closer. “If you still have concerns about if you can trust me, this would solve it, would it not? You carry my child. And when they are born they will be my firstborn.”

“I… I…” Nura was lost for words. But he was right. Deep down she still had an inkling of doubt about his character, but she couldn’t deny she was intrigued by him. This would certainly set in stone that she would have the firstborn. Up close he was beginning to make her interested in the proposal. Not only that, but she hadn’t experienced the wonders of the flesh in so long. Nura felt hotness slowly build in her loins. For nymphs, sexuality was just another part of nature, and to deny it was hypocritical. “Okay… you make a good point. But, I am only entertaining the idea because I wish to see your sister get better, and this would mean I would certainly have the firstborn. And not for any other reasons!” Nura tried to keep her composure. “This is a big commitment though, and I need to know you are as ready as I am. So st-strip naked!” she sputtered out half embarrassed.

Deseric listened intently to her words and looked pleasantly surprised at her acceptance. He nodded and began to undo his shirt. He pulled the strands that laced up his teal tunic and dragged it up across his shoulders. He bundled it up and dropped it onto the grass. Nura’s eyebrows raised as he revealed his lightly-haired chest. He was fit, with wide shoulders and subtle abs. The hair on his pecks ran down, forming a happy trail to his still hidden groin.

Nura tried not to blush through her light green skin and took a long breath. “K-keep going.” She was trying to avoid eye contact but also not embarrassing herself by looking at his body. Deseric continued, untethering the belt around his simple trousers and letting them fall, revealing his linen braies; he let those slide off as well. He stepped out of both of them, getting closer to Nura once again. Nura took a deep breath as his flaccid manhood was revealed. It hung from his groin. It was certainly a shower, not a grower. And even in its current state, it was thick. Nura gulped down, she was getting hotter by the second. She was surprised this simple Human was starting to get her so aroused.

Deseric looked at her with patient determinism, presenting his body solemnly to the being. He was only a few feet away. “May I?” he said gesturing with his hands as if asking permission to come closer.

Nura shifted in her space, rubbing her legs together as she leaned against the stone altar. “Spirits…” she thought, “What do they feed those young men? That’s a stupid question! I was the one that made their crops bountiful!” Nura shook her head to clear it. “Y-yes… But no touching yet!”

Deseric stepped forward again so now their bodies were almost touching. They stood at equal height but Nura’s leaning made her look up at him. Deseric looked down at her with growing confidence. His shoulder span was almost double hers. His well-rounded muscles, typical of a rake like him, only furthered his presence. He was bigger up close. Nura’s eyes tried not to wander but they quickly failed as she glanced down below his waist. She breathed in sharply and suddenly moved a hand up to his stomach, feeling at the lightly-haired skin. “I thought you said no touching?” Deseric said with a smirk.

Nura instantly shot her hand back, holding it close to her chest. “I! I can touch!” Nura breathed in a little more as she stared up at him with folly deterrent. “Tell me, boy, are you a virgin?” Her eyes were like daggers as she stared at him.

He looked a little taken aback by the question. “No?… I’ve had my fair share of girls in the village. I’m not dumb enough to-” He stopped himself there.

“To what?” Nura said both interested and irked.

Deseric sighed. “To uhhhh… spill within one…”

Nura blushed again at his admission. “Fine. I just needed to know how experienced you were.” She swallowed gathering some courage. “G-get down on your knees. You should know how to prepare a lady.”

Deseric did as he was told, nodding before getting onto his knees before her. His head was now in line with her crotch. He looked up at her with his hands on his thighs. He then looked down at her white lace garments and then back to her. “Well? May I?” He was trying to hide a smirk.

Nura squirmed in place again a little, rubbing her thighs before slightly spreading her legs. “Yes… g-go ahead.” She couldn’t keep her eyes away as Deseric moved his hands to her waist, pinching the thin white fabric in his thumb and index finger and gently pulling it down her legs. The panties that covered her crotch slipped past her supple thighs and fell to her feet, finally revealing her hidden pristine nethers. Nura held her breath as they were revealed. “Why am I acting this way? This is stupid! He’s just a boy! Why is he making me feel this way!” Nura’s thoughts burned but worse yet was the slight wetness that was revealed. Nura only realized it when Deseric smiled and looked up at her. “I… uh…” Nura was blushing even more. The nymph was even more speechless as Deseric leaned in keeping eye contact the whole time. She felt his breath brush up against her lips as his mouth got closer. “G-go ahead… d-don’t be shy,” Nura said, barely containing how stupid she felt.

Deseric smiled before gently licking her pussy’s lips. Nura’s mouth tensed and she couldn’t help but moan from his gentle touch. Her legs shifted again in place but Deseric continued, beginning to truly lap her up. His hands moved up and planted on her pelvis, spreading her lips even more and sliding a tongue inside. Nura instinctively gripped his hair and held on tight as she let out a shrill moan. “Oh spirits! W-wait… you-you’re-ah!” Nura could not see it but the young man smiled as he pleasured the forest spirit, skillfully licking at her clit and eating her out with a determined pace.

Nura’s hand stayed on top of his head, unknowingly holding him in place. Her body moved like a wave as she took a deep breath in, leaning back even more into the stone altar. She felt her pussy drip, coating the man’s tongue in her sweet nectar. She looked down through squinted pleased eyes to see him enjoying himself as well. The kneeling naked man’s penis was beginning to grow, flooding eager blood into his member. Deseric let out an uncharacteristic moan as his hands ran up her thighs. He pulled away for a second, licking his lips; his face was a gasp as well. “I… uh…” He was speechless. “You… you taste so good… like honey.” He could barely believe his own words. He grunted.

Nura breathed in again hard as Deseric went down on her once more, lapping up her delicious fluids. Then it hit her. “I-ah! D-deseric… I forgot to mention something…” The boy groaned into her pussy before bringing his head out. He looked up at her like a puppy. “My-my fluids, they… they aren’t like you are used to. They don’t just taste good… they make you more-,” she stopped to think for a bit, mind already cloudy, “more… afire? Passionate?”

It took a moment for Deseric to register what she was saying. Instead of much of a response, he moaned with deep arousal. “I need you. I need you now,” he simply said blinking up at her. His hands began to run up her thighs and to her hips where he further slid them up her stomach.

Nura whimpered and squirmed some more. Her mind was heavy with lustful thoughts, thoughts of animalistic desire. His large rough hands ran up her body. Those big blue eyes like a puppy; the strong hale torso of a man; the sensitive and gentle countenance. It all made her crumble. She looked down at him with unblinking eyes, licking and biting her lip. “Deseric? I want you to breed me… Like an animal,” she swallowed nervously, “t-take m-me and rut into me.” She could barely believe her own words but they were so right. Her soul was wild, a carnal nature spirit. How could she deny this? This was nature.

“Yes…,” he whispered. It was a rhetorical affirmation as he stood up, his hot cock brushing against her thighs and pussy lips. His wandering hands moved to her breasts but didn’t stay long as he ran two hands behind her head and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. Forcing his lips against hers. Nura leaned into it, moaning with delight from his increasingly forceful nature. He didn’t stop kissing as his hands slid down her back to her ass where he lifted her off the altar. Nura let out a surprised but happy yelp from it but didn’t resist.

Deseric spun her and carried her to a patch of grass nearby, kissing her the whole way as his dick slid in between her legs, teasing her with his throbbing member. He kneeled on the ground, laying Nura on her back while he got on top of her. Her legs were spread around his body while his thighs were under hers, keeping her legs in the air. Nura looked up at him with child-like wonderment, unbecoming of an ancient forest spirit. Like nature, her moods changed like seasons, from being the caring nurturer, and a wrathful spirit, to now feeling like a love-filled bunny. Her light green skin had a near-permanent red hue as she felt embarrassed beneath him. His mouth wandered down her body, kissing down her cheek, chin, neck, chest, and finally to her still-covered breasts. He leaned back, looming over her, and took in her whole cute form. His cock laid atop her dripping soaked pussy. Nura could barely think as her body felt ecstatic.

Nura’s foggy thoughts were interrupted by his cool smooth voice. “You want to be treated like an animal? Bred like one?”

Nura gasped a little at this statement, she took a deep breath before nodding hard and fast. A nearly maniacal grin formed across his lips. “Well… I haven’t seen an animal wearing clothes before…” He reached a hand down and grabbed a fistful of her white lace bra. In one solid motion, he ripped it off of her chest, exposing her small firm breasts. Nura looked down with panicked shocked eyes and began to instinctively cover her chest. However, before her hands could make it, Deseric pinned her wrists to either side of her body. “Tsk tsk tsk…,” he began to look her up and down even more, “Don’t be shy… you’re my mate now.”He moved his hips backward and lined up his tip with her dripping cunt.

Nura pushed out her chest as he pinned her wrists into the soft grass, whimpering and groaning like a cat in heat. She squirmed under him with her little room as her thighs rubbed against the sides of his muscled torso. Her eyes were locked with him and her lips pursed open slightly. “Sh-show me what a Human stud can do…,” she took another sharp breath, “Breed this nymph for spirit’s sake!” she let out, trying to press her hips closer to his.

Deseric, also overcome with lust nodded and grunted as he slid his cock forward. Nura gasped and arched her back as his whole dick thrust forward into her tight aching cunt. The nymph let out a pleasured scream as her whole body writhed under him. He pressed down further on her wrists and bit his lip as a forceful grunt escaped his mouth. Her pussy burned with passion, wrapping around his member. Deseric slid his cock back before thrusting in again deep, causing Nura’s wet pussy to make sloppy-loving noises.

“Oh gods…,” Deseric started, “You feel amazing… I’ve never felt a gir-,” he pauses, “I mean I guess your not a girl… you’re a-”

He was suddenly interrupted by Nura’s fierce words. “Just shut up and fuck me! Ah! Fuck me!” She coiled her fingers as Deseric sped up, thrusting fast and sloppily into her begging cunt. Deseric saw her hair begin to move, floating off the soft grass as her eyes turned a shade of orange. “Fuck me you big stud! I said fuck me!” She spat it out like an animal.

Deseric hesitated for a second but continued inspired by the arousal and primal fear that shot through him at the sight of the spirit. It was like holding down a storm as her muscles began to resist and tense around him. Her legs clenched around his hips, holding him in place so he couldn’t escape. Her wrists twisted and began to dig clawed fingers into the dirt, holding on as Deseric picked up the pace. “Fuck… you animal… I’ll breed you. Put my baby in you. Make you my mare!” he said as saliva was dripping from his tongue onto her breasts. Nura’s pussy juices were still making his cock throb with pleasure and love, making him stiff and ooze constant pre.

Nura salaciously licked her lips at his words and bit down before showing her fangs. “Yes! Fuck this spirit! Show her what a mare she is! Ah! Turn her into a broodmother!” She screamed in pleasure from his thick cock pounding and rutting. The way she was shifting from that sweet submissive person into this creature, this creature that was going to cut out his throat a few minutes ago only turned him on more. It meant he had to fuck her into submission less he might not make it out in one piece.

Nura growled and moaned, gnashing her now sharp teeth as her eyes burned a deep lustful orange. Deseric could feel her begin to get stronger and stronger and there wasn’t much hope of him holding her down for much longer. Instead, in a risky bet, he let go of her wrists and slid his hands between her back and the grass. He reached for her shoulders and pulled her down on his cock. Nura gasped and moaned loudly as she was forced down more on his cock. Her freedom surprised her but she quickly capitalized on it, wrapping her hands around his back and digging in. Deseric groaned as he felt her sharp claws dig into his pale muscled skin, but he only doubled down harder, fucking her with raw unbridled intensity. “After I breed you, and you carry my child…,” he began talking into her ear, “You’ll forever be my bitch.” He didn’t truly mean it, but he knew at this point that is what Nura wanted to hear.

He felt her claws dig deeper into his back as she spoke into his ear as well. “Yes… YES! Fuck me! Fill me! Breed me! Just take me! Give me your firstborn!”

Deseric moved past the pain, instead leaning into it to make him fuck her harder. His mind was just as muddled as her. Not only were her magical juices making him desperate for her, but he couldn’t help but want to please her. A small thank you for being his sister’s guide and being understanding of his plight. She was truly benevolent. Deseric’s heavy cum-filled balls slapped against Nura’s ass and he was quickly working up a sweat. His long dark hair was slickened, and beads of sweat covered his naked back, torso, and legs. The sloppy tight feeling of her pussy was incredible as it clenched around him.

Nura’s furious orange eyes widened and her mouth went a gape from the rough penetration spreading her pussy, never had she felt something so utterly perfect and primal. She didn’t want to ever let go. She wanted to dig her nails into this boy and let the stud rut and breed her, give her a taste of that primordial love. Their heads were close, right beside each other. She looked over to see his ear and couldn’t help herself. She playfully and gently bit down on his lobe, giving him another affectionate jolt of pain. She kept nibbling on his ear as her legs wrapped around his whole body, not letting him escape even if he wanted to. “Come on… Come on…,” Nura said with bated breath for a moment letting go of his ear, “B-b-breed me…”

Deseric groaned in pleasure from the feeling of her pussy and the possessive nature she exhibited as she clung and bit him. The way she gently nibbled on his ear caused him to lean into it, turning his head slightly as he kept his pace, pounding in and out of her tight hole. He grunted. “Yes. Yes! Ungg! You’ll… you’ll have my child!” Another grunt as he thrust in hard, all the way back to the spirit’s deepest portions. His balls rested against her ass as they convulsed, firing the first load of thick cum into her womb. Nura screamed in delight, arching her back beneath him and digging her claws even deeper into his back. His cock throbbed as Nura’s pussy clenched around him. Deseric’s thick ropes of cum kept coming, painting the inside of her womb with the warm seed. He buried his face into her neck, kissing and basking in her smell. His panting and moaning were all that could be heard as both of them experienced a powerful orgasm.

Nura could feel the man’s spunk flood her womb, one of the most secret places of her kind. It was exhilarating, to be filled, to be bred by such a fine specimen of a man. It was natural. Her legs kept wide around his body as she never let go, wrapping her thighs around him more and clenching her fingers into his back. As he kissed and worshiped her neck all she could do was breathe and shake in pleasure, clenching repeatedly around his cock.

Deseric kept kissing and moaning as their fluids mixed. After several long minutes, Nura’s grasp loosened as her primal animalistic state faded. Her clawed fingers resided, leaving the blood to trickle down his back. Deseric held her tight, warming her with his large body as his cock still soaked within. His breath was heavy as he spoke. “Thank you…” He gulped down turning his head buried in her neck towards her. “Let me know if that didn’t work so we can try again.”

Nura’s foggy post-orgasm bliss was interrupted as she smiled with joy from his comment. She leaned forward and nibbled on his nose “Such a confident young man…” She said with equal breathlessness. “I would be surprised if I didn’t have triplets…”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/whf5yj/fey_bears_the_first_born_male_on_female_fantasy