[MLW][BEAST] - Sagittarius

The arrow shot out of the forest, and impaled itself in the tree just two inches in front of her. 

She stopped, her heart caught in her chest, as she saw him emerge from the dark grove. His hooves rustled in the fallen leaves as he put his bow across his well muscled torso.

"You, little elf, don't belong in this part of the forest," Sagittarius growled. 

The elf stood there, trembling, eyes focusing from his furred equine legs to his chiseled abs, flexed pecs, strong neck, and dominant chin. She felt the chill of adrenaline flow down her neck.

He sniffed, smelling her flight-or-fight, and it pleased him. 

His cock lowered from its sheath, its flared flat head staring to throb with arousal. Normally he'd never considered mating with such a delicate creature, but why would she dump so much pheromone if not to arouse?

He walked slowly to her, not to scare her any further. Her hand rustled against his russet fur just under his abdomen. She traced his muscles, memorizing them as he sniffed her strong scent. Then when she least expected it he grabbed her, forced her down on all fours.

His mind was clouded by her pheromones, clouded by the urge to rut. 

He ripped off the green leaves protecting her womanhood and saw it swollen. Dripping. Needy. 

And he had what she needed. He stood over her, pressing down with his forelegs, and slid the first eight inches in.

She gasped as the intruder filled her, stretching her insides. The wetness of his precum joined with her juices of anticipation. As his hips started to thrust, as he entered her to the hilt, as his scrotum bounced off her vulva, she came. 

Hard. Clenching. Milking his fifth leg. 

He filled her with his seed. Painted her with his spent need. 

And even though they were different species, even though this was more futile than fertile, he still felt the need to lie beside her. Holding her in his strong chest. Tracing her chest with his scratchy finger.

Sagittarius, this never gets old," she said, as she wove her fingers between his. 

Her head dropped between his shoulder and neck, and she tasted his sweet sweat. "I love how you fill me, my beast." 

The elders would never accept, never understand, but a woman has her needs.