Princess of the Woods

Gasping as she laid down on the ground, rolling onto her side on a pile of soft grass and moss collected onto the dirt, Rose huffed as she closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath, feeling like she'd been running around all day long even though the deer had only spent a few minutes up on her feet to munch on some berries. The doe had a very good reason for being so exhausted however, glancing down at her big, bulging belly as she gave a soft, if not winded, smile. Panting as she laid her head back down, the feral lady stretched out her legs and flipped up her little tail as a breeze blew through the forest, giving a tiny moan as she felt the wind fanning her loins, feeling like heaven as it blew against her pink, swollen pussy lips. Rose had been through a fair few pregnancies and births in her life, yet this was the second one that wasn't just a purebred deer, but instead a deer-elk hybrid just like her darling son and stud Oak, and the doe could most certainly feel the difference yet again. The fawn in her belly was nearly double the size of the usual offspring, and getting rather restless as the time to give birth grew closer, rowdy and squirmy as the mother huffed and puffed, knowing that soon it'd be time for her close, loving family to grow in size, most likely that evening already based on how the fawn in her was kicking. Just as she was starting to settle down, a twig snapping somewhere nearby startled the deer, her head popping up as her ears perked up, looking around for a moment before she spotted Oak stomping through the woods towards her, immediately relaxing at the sight of her not-so-little yearling. The buck was already towering over his mother, as well as pretty much any other deer found in the woods, even though he was still growing, already sporting an impressive rack on his head, thick and sturdy just like the handsome male underneath the set. The hybrid had bred and impregnated more than a dozen does around his woods, yet he always returned to be by his mother's side, especially with her so heavily pregnant. Carrying a branch in his mouth, delicious budding leaves thickly covering the twig, Oak laid down next to Rose, gently setting down his offering in front of her as she smiled and immediately began to chow down on the leaves, nuzzling against her wonderful prince’s side, gathering her strength for the feat that she knew was coming up soon. 

After doing her best to rest for a while, twisting and turning as she attempted to find a comfortable position to lay in with her big belly, managing to get a few winks of sleep here and there, Rose suddenly jolted as a pang of pain made her haunches flinch, her tail flicking up as she let out a grunt. Galloping to his mother's, and simultaneously his mate's, side as soon as he heard her cry, Oak nuzzled the doe as she grit her teeth, panting as a shiver ran from her tail to her ears. The deer only managed to catch a few gasps of air before a heavy contraction made her bleat, stomping her hooves against the dirt as she hunkered down, her water breaking and dripping down her back legs. Moaning, Rose leaned against her son, slowly rising up to her feet and squatting down slightly, letting her body take a tiny break as she waited for the next round of contractions to begin, letting loose another loud bleat as the second wave hit even harder than the first. Pushing with all of her might, the feral female felt the fawn in her belly beginning to move, her birth canal gaped open as she began to work out the newborn slowly but surely, moaning and whimpering in between her frantic wheezes for air. Unable to do much more than to try to make his mother comfortable, and stand guard to chase off any predators or competitors that the doe’s bleats might've attracted, Oak cuddled up against the deer, letting her chin rest on his neck as she trembled. As she pushed and pushed, losing all track of time, Rose could feel that the fawn inside of her was a good bit smaller than Oak had been when she'd given him birth, only able to guess whether that was because the new addition to her herd was a female, or because the fawn was only a quarter-elk unlike the half-elk big brother. Trying to focus on anything besides the pain and exhaustion, moaning in relief as she felt her pussy lips spread open and the little cub's legs poking out, the doe took one last deep inhale before squatting down and pushing with all her might, straining and grunting as the big newborn was dislodged and slipped free of her slit, plopping down on the bed of moss gathered underneath. Immediately falling on her side from the combination of the physical and mental stress, Rose quivered as she fought off the urge to just pass out right then and there, turning around and crawling over to the squirming and shaking little fawn, her son already curiously sniffing the newborn to welcome the newest addition to the herd. Lapping at the softly bleating and whining cub, cleaning off the dark-brown fur dotted with white spots, Rose stuck her snout under the fawn’s tail to find a delicate little slit, giving it a playful lick as the young doe shuddered, smirking as she laid down next to the newborn, nudging her muzzle over to her teats while cooing, the girl's brother and father cuddling up to her other side, 
“Iris. Strong and beautiful in equal measures. Iris will be your name, little princess~”

As the days passed, Iris grew larger and more energetic with each one, not quite as fast as her big brother yet easily dwarfing most of the other offspring of the latest heat, only rivalled by a few of the other fawns that Oak had fathered. Proud about her strong and beautiful lineage, watching over Iris close as she made sure that the newborn was getting plenty of milk, Rose was glad to see that Oak was staying close by most days as well, sleeping with her and the fawn, protecting them and chasing off any male that might've strayed too close. The doe loved seeing her son being the majestic and proud father that she knew he'd be, yet the constant suckling on her teats and the attention of the buck had gotten her mind to stray towards more lecherous areas as well. Eyeing up Oak as he grazed by her side while she was letting little Iris nurse on her nipples, utterly captivated by the strong and broad body of the virile young male, Rose couldn't help but to feel her loins getting soaking wet, even though it wasn't even mating season and her heat was still a while away. Shifting her weight from one side to the next as Iris’ lips were purse around her teat, greedily slurping up her milk as the little doe’s tail flicked around excitedly, Rose gave the buck a sultry look as he turned to her, gently nudging her son and her mate right behind their young fawn with her snout as she whispered, 
“Give our darling daughter a bath, my dear~”
Lapping at the fawn’s rump, it didn't take long for Oak’s muzzle to stray right underneath the girl's tail, nosing and tonguing the cub's pink mound while he sniffed her feminine, youthful scent, unable to resist the allure even with her being his daughter and his little sister simultaneously. Rose watched as the buck’s girth cock slowly began to slide out of his sheath the more he licked at the squirmy little doe’s nethers, swelling up to full size as a glisten of precum clung onto the tip of the pink member, only making the mother of the pair even hornier as she stared at her virile prince.

Moaning under her breath as she felt the girl's tongue rubbing at her sensitive nipple to try to coax more milk out of her, flashing up her tail as a thin string of her lewd drool dripped down the inside of her thigh, Rose watched the male diligently cleaning up their daughter's slit with his tongue. The doe shivered as she saw the buck’s tongue dipping inside of Iris’ little mound as his dick twitched, spraying a glob of precum onto the ground, showing off just how virile and needy he was. As worked up as both Oak and his mother were, both very eager to see him rutting his little sister right then and there, they both knew that the cub was still too young to be mounted, at least for the time being. Still, this didn't mean that the poor buck needed to go without any relief whatsoever, or that Rose couldn't indulge her naughty desires with a little show, a sly look on her face as she leaned her head down over to the fawn nursing on her teat. Gently, the doe nudged Iris off of her nipple, guiding the hungry little deer’s muzzle below her son's belly, and between his back legs. Intrigued to see where the situation was going, Oak watched as his mother brought their daughter's maw right up to his throbbing manhood, giving a horny snort and pawing at the dirt as he spread his back legs slightly, his heavy sack swinging from side to side. Confused but curious, Iris sniffed at her father's cock, unsure of the musky smell yet guessing that it was a nipple just like her mother's teats, stepping back with a nervous flinch as the girth sprayed a few drops of pre onto her face. Licking off a glob dangling from her lip and getting a taste of the salty yet pleasant sap, Iris stepped up to her big brother's member once more, having to open her maw a lot wider than with their mother's teat to wrap her muzzle around it, plunging it right down into her throat.

Shivering and giving a roar as the fawn clamped onto his cock, her tongue immediately going to work as she began to relentlessly milk him, Oak stomped his hoof against the ground as his breeding instincts took over, bringing his hips forwards and thrusting against the little doe’s face, driving his shaft balls deep into her maw. Rose watched with a proud yet lusty grin as her daughter took the hybrid’s cock all the way down to the hilt, a visible bulge in Iris’ throat from the thick and long dick buried in the cub's mouth, yet the fawn didn't budge even an inch, just suckling on the male as her face was humped hard. Snorting and grunting, swinging his horns around as his nostrils flared, Oak bucked against the young deer’s muzzle as she was sucking him off, her nursing only getting more frenzied with every second that she wasn't getting the milk she wanted from him, determined to fill her belly as she put in even more effort to suck the male dry. Unable to do much but to give the stubborn fawn what she was after, the buck tossed his head back and let loose a roar that echoed around the forest as he finally blew his load right down his daughter's gullet, emptying his sack after a good few weeks spent without mounting any females. Getting more than what she'd bargained for, cum spilled out Iris’ maw, some even dribbling out her nose as her father's voluminous load gushed into her mouth like a fire hose, running down her chest as she strained not to cough or choke on the thick, sticky seed, quickly focusing on keeping the dick planted firmly in her throat and swallowing every last drop he was pumping inside of her. Rose watched as their daughter guzzled down the buck’s cum, leaning down to lick up some of his seed that had leaked out from the fawn’s chin while Iris was still latched tight onto his shaft, moaning as she tasted the familiar flavour of Oak’s cum. 

With her newfound love of her father's seed, Iris continued to nurse on both her mother and her big brother on a daily basis, growing big and strong as she guzzled down “milk” from them both. The fawn’s parents watched and kept up with her growth closely, both just due to their love of the little cub, but also for more lecherous purposes as well, very interested in seeing how long it would take until Oak could finally properly mount her. As the months went by and Iris was weaned off of her mother's milk, the fawn still continued to suckle on the buck’s very special teat, getting a mouthful of the sticky, salty treat from her very happy father at least once a day, sometimes more as well if Oak happened to be in a particularly worked up mood. The girl likewise very quickly learned that rutting and sex were nothing out of the ordinary, just another way for her family to show love towards each other, getting to see her dad very casually mounting her mom almost every day, happily snuggling up against Rose’s side while the doe was taken from behind by her big brother. With the tight-knit feral family's days going by in a blur of lust and desire, it didn't take long for breeding season to come about again, descending down on their forest little by little. Coming back towards Rose's den after a long trip of marking his territory and making sure no other males were trying to horn in on his land, Oak could smell the scent of several needy females wafting in the air, his cock already out of his sheath and bobbing along as he trotted back, eager to get to breeding. As ready as he was to father the next generation of fawns however, the buck wasn't going to go out and rut every doe around, not before he first made sure that his mother was taken care of, always giving her the priority. As he drew close to the den, he picked up the scent of Rose’s heat, all too familiar with the mouthwatering aroma by now, yet he could also make out another scent underneath that, a little bit more subtle yet still just as heady as hers. Curious as to what other doe could be staying over at their den, Oak raced back, stepping into the clearing to see Rose laying on the ground, cuddled up next to a slightly flushed and restless looking Iris, both of their tails shooting up at the sight of the male as the mother smirked, rubbing her cheek against their daughter, 
“Guess who just started her very first heat~?”

With his nostrils flaring as he stepped closer to the two feral ladies, smelling the strong scent of heat in the air as his dick slapped up against his belly, Oak slowly circled around to the back of the pair in estrus, met with the lovely sight of two tight and pink slits, already dripping wet and ready for him. Feeling her father's breath on her mound, Iris stood up with a huff, the white fawn spots still visible on her flank as he stuck his snout against her cunt, taking a deep huff and giving her a few licks as she shoved her rear against his face. Thanks to her elk lineage, the little doe was already ready to be bred, and Oak intended to make good use of his daughter's very first heat, pulling his muzzle out from under her tail and mounting her in a heartbeat, tossing his front legs over the cub as she let out a small groan, straining to stay up on her feet under the bigger male. Rose watched with a proud smile as her son's manhood slapped against their daughter's pussy lips, rubbing up against the cub's hind quarters as precum drizzled all along the backside of the girl, needing a few moments before his tip finally found its mark between the fawn’s lips. Iris let out a bleat as her big brother bucked inside of her, trembling and bowing her head down close to the ground as her virginity was taken by the very well-endowed hybrid, crying out in pleasure as her cherry was popped. Tighter than any female he'd ever been with, barely able to fit his cock inside of the little yearling, Oak let out a bestial grunt as he rammed into his daughter's mound, every instinct in his body urging him to go balls deep in the fawn, roaring and snorting as each thrust buried a few more inches into the quivering young doe under him, all of it under the close supervision of their mother and his mate, Rose's voice echoing in his ears, 
“Good, give her what she wants, breed her~! Our daughter's womb will give you many heirs~”

With her older sibling rutting her from behind, each thrust nearly forcing her down to the ground as she braced herself against the big male, Iris moaned deliriously as she felt herself just about split open by her father’s thick manhood. Though she was only barely able to handle the girth tunnelling deeper and deeper into her cunt, the little doe still bleated in utter bliss, her heat only demanding more of the male in her as she shoved her rump back against his loins, driving Oak balls deep inside of her. Nuzzling against her daughter’s side as she leaned down and got a close up peek to how well her son was performing under the fawn’s tail, Rose moaned in delight as she watched the buck hilting himself in their offspring, taking in the wonderful scent of his masculine musk and Iris’ aroma mixing together. Oak’s heavy sack slapped against the cub’s ass as he let out a mighty yell, a few flocks of birds taking off from a nearby tree as his lustful cry carried across his territory, a few needy females letting out their own calls in return, trying to entice the male to visit them next. With the young doe gripping his girth, her delicate and soaking wet walls squeezing every last inch of his shaft, the buck reared his head back as his daughter bleated with joy, both of the deer shivering as his seed rushed deep into her womb. Watching the cum trickling out of Iris’ cunt and down the fawn’s flank, Rose licked up some of the precious seed so as not to let a drop of it go to waste, moaning as her son filled up his little sister’s mound, 
“Fill up her womb, make our herd grow~!”
Roaring as he emptied his sack in the little fawn, keeping his manhood buried in the cub until his climax had passed and he’d pumped everything he had to give inside of Iris, Oak huffed as he finally pulled out and hopped off of the young doe, watching her stagger forwards a few steps before laying down on the ground, her shaky legs giving out from under her as cum spilled out of her creampied slit. With her own heat and the incestuous show making her hornier than ever, and knowing that Oak was virile enough to go several rounds in a row without any issues when his partners were in a rut, Rose turned her rump towards her son and flipped up her tail, presenting her sopping wet cunt to the young buck as she grinned, cooing to him as she took her position right next to their freshly bred daughter, 
“You’ve claimed your princess, but now you may take your queen as well~”