A deer’s slim hands reached around him, pulling him from his last conquest, one hand on his belly, the other stroking his still dripping shaft. “Come with me” the purring whisper seemed to come from the shadows all around him. “I need to borrow this… My new puppy needs a bone.” Thoughtless, he trailed behind the raven haired doe, heedless of the glowing horns that flickered over her ears. He huffed appreciatively as she used his shaft like a leash to lead him. “Down.” She commanded and he obeyed. Leading Harlow in, his eyes swirling, expression lost to her control, he obeyed her unspoken commands to lower himself on Jessy’s upthrust manhood, taking every throbbing inch without a change in expression, or anything more than a choking gasp of painful pleasure.