So after you had reduced me to a puddle of jello with the backrub, you started on my legs, and then when I was more relaxed than I could have thought possible, you slid a hand between my thighs and started playing with my clit. Hardly fair, I'm sure you'll agree! So I guess it was just fate getting back at you, when you pulled me up to my knees and started licking and nibbling at me, that you developed a crick in your own neck... My turn to work on you. I straddled your ass, kneading at your back, and feeling my crotch slippery against you as I moved. And when you felt relaxed, I ran my nails lightly over the skin of your back, and then bent forward to nibble at your ear. You made such delightful sounds and wiggled so sweetly, I whispered to you, "I wish I had a strap-on so I could fuck you up the ass." You murmured, "I'll get you one..." I fucked your earhole with my tongue, rubbing my crotch against your ass, so wet, and slowly, inexorably, something rose in me and cloaked me and changed me. I felt my power over you there, writhing under me, and I grabbed your wrists with my hands and held you down. Something was happening to me -- I felt like I had grown a cock to fuck you with, and stranger, that antlers had sprung from my brow. Moments of clarity came and went, and in the moments when I could clearly feel _my_ cock sliding into you, you moaned and shrieked as though there really were a cock in you. I fucked you, and there were two simultaneous voices in my throat as I grunted and growled, and I know you felt a cock in you that should not have been. And when I came, I could feel myself throbbing long afterwards, like a man does, and when the other presence left me, I collapsed onto you. "What happened?" I panted. "Well, did you come?" "I sure did -- was it just my imagination, or did I grow a cock just now?" I didn't mention the antlers. "It was your imagination, I think, but don't discount its power for that." "You felt that cock, didn't you? I felt like I was possessed by a god..." "Yes, the Hunter," you affirmed. The Hunter, the dark one of Celtic and Anglo-Saxon myth, lord of the beasts. The Hunter, whose brow bears antlers.