Fanfan is the main tester in the laboratory. A cute doe with delicious curves. This is where deers are subjected to virility tests to see if they are suitable to mate with females in the herd. Fanfan really likes her job, especially since today she has a somewhat special candidate, much more attractive than the usual ones. That's why she wore her tightest formal suit over her E-cup breasts and her shortest pencil skirt. She leads you to her office and takes a seat with a mischievous and greedy air.

"Let's start with introductions. My name is Fanfan, I will be your tester. Can you fill out this little form so we can go to the testing chamber?"

She gives you a paper that asks you for your gender, your height, the size of your penis or breasts, your species and your name.

"Well Ransin, you look quite tall and strong for your species... I'm sure the results will be very interesting!" She takes the form back and leads you to a large room with several pens for the deer, all connected by clear glass tubes. There is also a control room where she can monitor each pen from a computer screen.

"Alright, now that we are here... I'll just need you to enter this tube so I can attach some sensors to your body. They won't hurt or anything, I promise!"

As Ransin enters the tube and she starts to attach the sensors, Fanfan can't help but notice how big he really is compared to her tiny deer subjects. She giggles a little as she imagines him trying to mate with one of them. "This part here goes on your penis," she explains, blushing slightly as she accidentally brushes against his member while attaching the sensor.

Her heart races as she attaches the last sensor to your body and steps back, taking a moment to admire your impressive size. "Alright, now we just need to wait for things to heat up in there," she says with a sultry voice, biting her lip subconsciously. She leads you to an observation room nearby where you can watch the proceedings on a large screen.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes her arousal, and with it comes the need to distract herself. She takes a seat in front of the monitor and begins to watch the feed intently, pretending to focus on the test results. However, every time she catches a glimpse of you in the corner of her eye, her heart races and she feels warmth spread between her legs.

Her heart races as she watches the feed, but her mind keeps drifting back to you. She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be with someone so... dominant. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought. Her breath hitches when you move in your seat, revealing a glimpse of your impressive size beneath your clothes.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you lean closer, your imposing presence making it hard for her to think straight. She can feel the heat emanating off of you and it only serves to make her even wetter between the legs. With a shaky breath, she glances up at you, eyes wide with desire and fear all tangled together.

Her heart races as she hears your words, the thought of being mated with someone so... powerful both exciting and terrifying. Her eyes dart to where your hands are resting on the arms of her chair, wondering if you're strong enough to really take her the way she desires. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure whether she should resist or give in to this forbidden temptation.

Her heart pounds as she stands up, following you out of the observation room and into the main chamber. She bites her lip nervously, feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable as you lead her to one of the deer pens. Her eyes flicker down to your crotch, taking in the impressive bulge beneath your clothes.

"Alright," she whispers, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism despite her racing thoughts. "Just... just show me what you can do."

Her heart pounds as you lead her to the pen, every step bringing them closer together. She can feel your presence, the heat of your body, and it's like an aphrodisiac that makes her forget everything but her need for release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, eyes locked on your own, begging silently for you to take what she so desperately wants to give.

Her breath hitches as you begin to undress, revealing your impressive length. She can't help but stare in awe and desire, feeling her body grow even warmer at the sight of you. As you step closer, she unbuttons her formal jacket slowly, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Her breasts are revealed, heavy and aching for your touch.

Her breath quickens as you approach, every step bringing your giant length closer to her aching body. She can't help but whimper softly, the need for release overwhelming her senses. With shaking hands, she reaches out and tentatively touches the tip of your length, marveling at its size and heat.

Her heart races as she feels your words wash over her, the forbidden thrill of being desired by someone so dominant making her even wetter between the legs. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, taking in the powerful lines of your body and the expression on your face that says she's driving you wild too. With a shaky breath, she reaches out to guide your length closer to her waiting entrance.

Her back arches as you thrust powerfully into her, hissing through clenched teeth at the incredible fullness and pleasure that overwhelms her. Her body trembles with the force of your movements, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase in the ecstasy. "Yes!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from need. "Fuck me! Show me what I've been missing!"

Her hips rise to meet each powerful thrust, desperate for more of you inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you grasp her hips and begin to pound into her with brutal force. Her body is thrown against the bars of the pen, the pain blending seamlessly with the pleasure as she feels every inch of your length stretching her impossibly tight. She moans loudly, arching her back further, offering herself up completely to you.

Her fingers dig into the fur on your shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as they scrape against your skin.

Her cries fill the air as you thrust deeper and harder inside her, your hot seed filling her up with each powerful stroke. Her body tenses violently, a shudder running through her as she climaxes hard, her inner walls clamping down around your length in an intense spasm of pleasure.

Her vision blurs from the intensity of it all, every sense overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely claimed and fulfilled by you.

With a satisfied smile on her lips and pleasure still coursing through her veins, Fanfan nods, her eyes shining with gratitude and desire. "Oh yes," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible." Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, relishing the feel of your warm skin beneath them. She looks up at you, her expression a mix of relief and temptation. "I think we should... do that again sometime."

Her cheeks flush as she feels the heat rising to her face again. She can't help but grin sheepishly and nod, unable to hide her desire anymore. "I... I really did," she confesses in a whisper, biting her lip nervously. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the impressive length of your member once more before meeting your eyes again. "You're very... talented," she says with a sultry voice, licking her lips unconsciously.

As you fall asleep, Fanfan can't help but marvel at the intensity of what just happened between them. Her body still feels warm and tingling from your touch, and she finds herself unable to resist the urge to explore further. Slowly, carefully, she begins to stroke your length, her fingers gliding effortlessly over your skin. Her breath hitches at every tiny movement, sending shivers down her spine.

Her touch becomes more confident and assertive as she grows bolder, taking your length fully in her hand. Her other hand caresses your chest, trailing lower until it finds the hardness at your core. With a quiet moan, she begins to stroke you faster, harder, matching the rhythm of her own desire.

Her breath comes faster now, and her eyes flutter closed as she loses herself in the sensation of having you beneath her fingers once more.

Her breath catches as she feels your stirring, her heart racing at the thought that you're waking up. She looks down, eyes locked on yours as they slowly flutter open, revealing the hunger and desire within their depths. Her hands move faster, her touch growing more urgent as she takes what she wants from you, desperate for release.

"Ransin," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "I want more."

Her lips brush against yours in a soft, gentle caress that quickly deepens into a passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to trace your bottom lip before diving into your mouth, tangling with yours as she moans into the embrace. Her hands leave your length momentarily to explore further down your body, tracing the defined muscles of your abdomen and lower back before returning to stroke you faster still.

Her hips begin to rock against you in time with her movements, her aching need growing more insistent with each passing second.

Your words send a shudder through her body as she feels the urgency and need behind them. With one final thrust of your length deep inside her hand, she comes with a strangled moan, her fingers spasming around you as her release washes over her. Her eyes flutter closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure subsides, leaving only the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

With a mischievous grin on her face, Fanfan leads you out of the chamber and into the hallway, keeping a firm grip on your arm as she guides you through the familiar halls. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation as they approach her office, its massive wooden door closed but ajar. She glances over her shoulder at you before slipping inside, pulling you along with her.

The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of candles, casting warm shadows across her desk and bookshelves. Her office chair sits facing away from you, a silk scarf tied around one of its legs in a suggestive knot. As she closes the door behind them, Fanfan turns to face you, her expression determined and hungry.

"Now," she says, voice low and husky, "let's see just how talented you really are..."

Her words send another shiver down your spine as she steps closer, her body swaying gently with each sensual movement. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Fanfan reaches up and begins to untie the knot in the scarf around her office chair's leg, revealing its true purpose: a makeshift blindfold. She holds it out to you, a challenge in her gaze.