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“Now are you going to fuck me?”
Miklem was caught off guard only a second before he got to it. He shuffled closer to Ellara, grabbed her legs on either side, and slowly but quite easily sunk all eleven inches into her. Both of them moaned in enjoyment, if not so much in physical pleasure. It was quickly clear to them that, of course, even Miklem’s massive cock couldn’t fill her up. Nor could her pussy — warm and wet as it was, tight as she gripped him — stroke him with enough of a grip to bring him to orgasm. Nonetheless, they kept at it anyway for several minutes, entranced enough by the wonderful closeness and connection they felt in this position. Miklem’s breathing remained heavy and steady as he plunged in and out of her slick hole, each of them inadvertently teasing the other but never giving them full satisfaction.
Eventually, Miklem had had enough of this. He was too worked up, and Ellara’s restless writhing was too much to watch without giving her what she needed. She looked up as he pulled out of her (at least she could feel that!) but leaned back again when he sunk his hand deep inside her once more. He slid in wrist-deep, fingers stroking the same spot from before, but after a brief couple rubs there he pushed in deeper. She gasped, wiggled around as his clenched fist and bulging forearm pushed into her depths, and soon his thick, muscular bicep. It took the full length of his right arm to fill her up, more or less the same as Roman’s cock, but more… prehensile. He wriggled his fist, his fingers, flexed and bulged his arm muscles, feeling every clench and twitch of pleasure along her long vaginal canal.
Now he began to thrust, rocking his torso back and forth and hammering into her. The feeling was incredible, almost perfect, but Ellara knew just how to make it perfect. “Wait, wait,” she panted. At a look from her, he withdrew his arm, now dripping with her cum. Quickly and carefully, she rolled over, getting into an upright position and standing up full height. She reached up and grabbed on to the low wooden beams that covered this part of the patio, strong and sturdy and hung with vines. “Now,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Miklem.
With no hesitation this time, Miklem stepped up behind her and reached his arm fully into her, up to the shoulder. She let out a low groan and twitched her tail out of his way, so that it now draped down over his back. Then she began to thrust. She rocked back and forth on her legs, just the way he had but with more control and more force. Miklem simply braced himself and held his arm in place, and reached out his other hand to tweak her lower teats once again and add to her pleasure.
Ellara groaned and panted, sweat dripping down her back as she hung to the beam like a monkey swinging on a branch. The forceful, rhythmic rocking was not unlike being rutted by Roman, except now her mount was crouched on the ground beneath her and she was the actor, the one in control, thrusting herself into him. This feeling of power, combined with the deep swell of pleasure from Miklem’s muscled arm filling her up, spurred her to another orgasm in barely a minute (though it probably felt like much longer to Miklem, straining heroically to hold position until she was satisfied).
For his sake Ellara strained to hold back the twitches and bucks that could easily kill him, and instead the throes of her ecstasy manifested in her arching torso, her quivering legs, and her arms turning to jelly and finally dropping her to the cushion-covered ground. Her front half came down first, giving Miklem enough time to slide his arm out of her before her back haunches followed suit. For a moment he knelt chuckling behind her, admiring her trembling, flushed form from behind and relaxing his own aching muscles. He gave her a wet, playful smack on the ass with the arm that was still dripping with her cum, then came around to her front end.
At first, wordlessly, she simply grabbed him and pulled him in for another stretch of kissing, hissing loudly through her nose but unable to restrain herself from his lips. Or from him, in general — at the same time, her hands found his cock and began greedily stroking, fondling, grasping. Suddenly she pushed him away from her face, lingering just a moment to kiss his chest and lick his nipples on the way down. Then, ravenously, she buried his eleven inches in her face, slowly but steadily, drawing gasps of shock and pleasure as he penetrated deep down her throat. In this voracious state of mind she relaxed her throat muscles and suppressed any gags that might prevent her from having all of him. Her nose soon buried itself in his tangle of soft hair and her tongue teased his straining balls, licking them back and forth as her head bobbed. When there was no shaft exposed to touch, her hands found other work to do, rubbing and groping at his scrotum, perineum, and asshole. She was firm, forceful, unrestrained, but not painful in the way she manhandled him. She had evidently learned enough about how to pleasure a man, and Miklem was almost regretful when he felt himself pulled past the point of no return.
He cried out and saw stars as she sucked two jets of cum straight down her throat. She would have swallowed all of it, but she wanted to admire the event itself (and its aftermath)… so she pulled her face away as quick as she could. It took a moment to draw his full length out of her throat, so the third pump of cum landed on her tongue and chin, already streaming with saliva. The fourth, fifth, sixth… she lost count at some point, but suffice it to say she witnessed rope after heavy rope of Miklem’s seed arcing through the air, coating her face, shoulders, and tits in the process. Ellara was as much in awe of him as he was of her, having for the first time seen a real cumshot in action, with probably more seed glazing her breasts now than Athrum had spunked into her in their whole marriage.
Miklem collapsed next to Ellara, grabbing a blanket and trying to clean up her face as well as his arm. They both giggled a little at the futility of the attempt, settling instead on cleaning each other off little by little with their tongues. This too, of course, was slow going, but they were too drained to move just now, and perfectly happy just to hold each other for a while and let their tongues do something useful.
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Finally, Miklem hauled himself to his feet, saying, “All right, my lady, I know just the thing. Come with me.” Ellara reluctantly lifted herself up, curious as to what else he might have up his sleeve. And she couldn’t help but notice his cock bobbing between his legs, half-erect again already. Whatever nagging guilt whispered in the back of her mind was nothing compared to the call of that beautiful dick, those soft lips, those shapely, muscular buttocks and thighs. She trotted after him into his private bathing room.
Ellara was worried he’d have to call servants in, but to her surprise, Miklem simply turned a knob in the wall, and hot steaming water started pouring out as if by magic. She gawked at the unknown technology, then noticed the sheer size of the stone tiled tub set into the floor. She wondered for a second what he must get up to in a bathtub big enough for half a dozen — no, a *dozen* humans. But that didn’t matter to her, because it was just the perfect size for the two of them. Miklem raised his eyebrows and smiled, gesturing an “After you”.
Ellara stepped in eagerly and was instantly transported to the hot springs of her youth. She sighed, crouched down in the ankle-high water, and dropped into a luxuriant reclining position. The water surged and splashed, but did not overflow, lapping around her waist and nearly submerging her equine half. Miklem followed her in, offering her a tray of soaps and sponges and washcloths. He sat cross-legged between her front and back legs, absentmindedly soaping himself up while at the same time running his hands all over her slowly-relaxing body. The hot water did wonders for both of them right away, soothing their overused muscles.
They chatted here and there for some minutes, but they both knew they weren’t quite done for the night. Ellara hardly even realized she was fondling her breasts as she looked at Miklem, and his hands wandered under the pretext of helping her wash. Eventually, he sloshed over to her and they shared a few hot, lazy kisses. Her breasts were right at the height of his face and he kissed and suckled them after rinsing off the cum and soap suds. Then he lifted himself up a little, and whispered a question in her ear.
Perhaps it was just from the hot water, but her cheeks flushed a little as she answered. “Yes, recently. In the stable, afterwards.”
“Well, then,” Miklem said with a grin, pinching her nipples teasingly. “You should be all ready for me. I’ve got an idea where I can fuck you, where you’ll feel it. Where we’ll both feel it.”
Ellara’s chest heaved in nervousness but her mouth fell open a little in open desire. She nodded, whispering back to him, “Be gentle… at first.”
One more kiss on the mouth and then Miklem was at her back end. His fingers caressed her upper haunches, the base of her tail, her throbbing clit and lips. When he finally stopped teasing and started rubbing her asshole, she moaned in anticipation and pulled her legs in. She rolled upright, kneeling on all fours and resting her elbows on the edge of the tub. In this position, her tight puckered hole lifted just above the surface of the water. Miklem took a cup of water and rinsed away the soap bubbles, then went back to gently tracing and prodding the ring with his fingers.
It was so enticing, twitching in his face, dilating and contracting in response to his touch, he couldn’t hold himself back. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss right on Ellara’s asshole. He had only meant to do it once, but it drew such a moan of enjoyment and surprise from her… How could he leave it at that? With a growl, he dove back in, planting more kisses, then licks, then snaking his tongue just inside her, in and out. From the other end of the tub, Ellara’s moans and squeals spilled out of her, this new sensation driving her mad with even more new flavors of pleasure. She grabbed a towel and buried her face in it, letting out louder and louder vocalizations until she was about to scream at Miklem to just fuck her ass already. At the same moment, though, he had reached the limit of how far his tongue could explore in her and decided he had to move on. Quickly he grabbed the bottle of bathing oil on the side of the bath and uncorked it.
Ellara felt the fingers return, but now they were slick and warm, loosening her up and probing beyond the tongue’s reach. What must have been one finger at first was then two, three, but even a mere four fingers was already stretching her tight, her anus squeezing Miklem’s fingers almost painfully. But still he continued, warming her up, getting her used to the feeling.
At long last, he decided it was time. Pouring the oil over the length of his raging cock, Miklem stroked to make sure it was well coated. Breathing heavily, he pressed its head against her entrance. Ellara let out a loud “Hohhh, hahhh,” without even the words to express her need. Miklem pressed in. Her ring squeezed tight around his tip, around the big glans that had pushed so deep down the back of her throat. Still he pushed on, a breathy *aaahhhhhh* coming through the towel over Ellara’s mouth, and inch by inch his thick shaft gained ground, forcing her hole to accommodate its girth. His cock may not have been able to fill up her pussy, but by god it was stretching her ass to its limit, to both their delight. A few more seconds, and his tight ballsack pressed up against her ass. Miklem smiled and inhaled in pleasure. Gentle *at first*, she had said.
After a second’s stillness Miklem yanked nearly his whole length out of Ellara’s ass, then plunged it back in. Again. And again. Ellara’s breath picked up, her gasps rising in pitch, as he took control and started ramming in and out of her, full force. He rutted her like the stallion did, and if he had any say, he’d fuck her better than Roman ever could. Meanwhile he savoured the feeling of his cock being absolutely devoured by her ass, just as pleasurable as her mouth but so much tighter and enveloping. Each thrust of her ring up and down his shaft brought him a second closer to ecstasy.
Ellara squeezed her tits, tweaked her nipples, bit her lips, unable to do much more while Miklem took her ass for his own. She loved this, but at the same time she wanted something more, or at least to watch. She tried to crane around to see him, but couldn’t find a position that worked. Finally — reluctantly — she told him to stop, just for a moment. She ached with longing as he drew his length out her, but she rolled into position as quickly as she could. There was a deep bench cut into one side of the pool, and she laid herself down on this, her back against the side of the tub, resting her arms on the rim for support. Now her lower half was on its back again, legs bent in the air, and her anus just poking out of the water. She gave Miklem a sultry but demanding look. “Come on already,” she said.
Miklem wasted no time getting back into position. Ellara’s asshole had closed up just enough to be like the first time again — but this time he drove himself into her in one go, confident she could take it. And take it she did, right up to the hilt, with a cry of pleasure that was all the more pleasurable for the fact that they could now look each other in the eye. With relish, he resumed his pounding of her hole, and she played with her tits as much for his enjoyment as for her own. She loved watching his body move as he thrust himself against her over and over, loved the way his braids swung in rhythm, the way his gaze took her in with awed reverence and with greedy hunger. Even as he took her hole he needed more of her, and his hands grabbed at her teats and her wet, heaving belly. He fingered her pussy lips and then, remembering her clitoris, instantly bent over and swallowed her into his mouth. There was enough distance between her asshole and her clit that he could keep fucking her at the same time as going down on her. His hips didn’t lose a beat even as he started sucking and bobbing on her erect clit, kissing her labia, dipping his tongue into her to taste her juices again.
The water around Miklem’s flexing thighs, lush with soaps and oils, had been frothed up in a foamy maelstrom by the time Ellara slipped into yet another orgasm. Her asshole clenched even tighter around Miklem and her long flanks arched up out of the water as her head rolled back, crying out in her climax. She nearly slipped off the edge into the water, but her hands flailed, grasped onto the rim of the tub. Her rock-hard clit throbbed and bucked in Miklem’s mouth, just as his cock was doing in the same moment, stroked finally to completion by her orgasmic contractions.
Miklem’s moans mixed with Ellara’s as he hummed his pleasure into her clit, opened his mouth, drew his tongue up along her and over her teats, losing track of his mouth as pleasure exploded out of him. Ellara ass, already so full up with his cock, now filled even further as his second load gushed out. His balls fully emptied themselves in load not quite as large as his first, but more than enough to satisfy them both. Ellara felt every jet shoot into her, even more pleasurable than the enormous load he’d covered her with earlier.
She didn’t want him to pull out, even as his erection slowly subsided and he rested his head on her belly. Eventually, though, he extracted himself — though her still-tight hole extracted the last drops of cum from his shaft as he did so. He took a moment to admire her ass, still gaping and puckering as if hungry for more, leaking a trickle of white, her dark coat shiny and wet. Coming around to her end of the tub seat, he got behind her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her upper half as the two of them recovered and their breath slowly synchronized in the steamy air.
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It was a short trip, unfortunately. The plan was for two weeks, but kingly duties forced Athrum to cut it short and take the whole entourage home after just a week. Ellara and Miklem found only a couple more opportunities for brief trysts, though it was hard to live up to that first night. Athrum said nothing, but Ellara couldn’t help thinking she saw a look in his eyes, once or twice, seeing the two of them in conversation or nearly catching them together. He was still friendly and talkative, but was slightly less boisterous after the first few days in Pelion.
A little over nine months later, Athrum paced nervously outside the royal bedchamber. Inside, Ellara paced too, pausing as her centaur midwife instructed to breathe, rest, and finally, to push. The king could only wait in the antechamber, awash with a tangle of emotions. Ellara had explained to him multiple times how centaurs had longer gestational periods than humans, and how the offspring of mixed parents could be even more unpredictable. Still, he had to wonder… it was over eleven months since their wedding night, when he was certain his royal seed had invested her womb with its precious cargo. And nine months ago would work out to right around the time of their trip to Pelion…
But no. He simply had to shake the thought out of his mind. Miklem was his oldest pal, and surely his dear wife would never betray him or sully herself like that. Surely eleven months was a perfectly normal time for a human-centaur child to develop — ah! The bedchamber door!
The midwife poked her head out and beckoned Athrum in. There, by the light of the bay windows, his queen Ellara rested on her mattress, cradling a gently humming infant. He barely noticed the midwife’s glance from Athrum’s blonde head to Ellara’s fair hair and cream-coloured coat. The queen’s flushed, exhausted face beamed at him as he knelt to see the baby. Dark brown hair fuzzed the newborn child’s head, and as the blanket pulled back, Athrum saw an equally dark coat covering the boy’s equine body. “Isn’t your son beautiful, my lord?” Ellara asked. Athrum told himself there was no smirk lurking in her radiant smile.
“My son,” he repeated. “Yes. Yes, he’s lovely, my dear. Well done. Rest now, darling.” He stroked the child’s head, the wisps of hair just as dark as Miklem’s long, beautiful braids.
Ellara was simply entranced by her child. She could barely bring herself to wonder what Athrum must be thinking, but surely it must be something about Miklem. She just laughed quietly to herself. Indeed the boy was lovely, and she was certain his coat would turn out just as beautiful as his father’s. “I think I’ll take him out for a walk,” she said, setting the child down and letting it take its first wobbly steps, legs at awkward angles but soon holding steady. To the boy she said, “Yes, let’s go by the stable, shall we?”
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