"That's cold," Thaddeus mused, a small smirk curling the corner of his mouth as he watched Kaitlin's fingers drift across the surface of the water, cutting a small wake between the plunging legs. The creek was hardly one deep, cool, clear, slow, the surface still save where the centaur and his partner walked together.
"I know," Kaitlin hummed softly, one hand over her head, braced against the ruddy red barrel of her mate, her lover, her host, to keep from swaying side to side too much. "It feels nice though doesn't it?" Her eyes never left the water where the V shaped ripples started, a small chill running her length, from ponytailed head, to the dark flesh of what had once been her hips, now enveloped in the warm folds of Thad's dark sheath.
Together they could both feel the clench of heavy orbs, larger by far than any natural stallion's accoutrement, and the stallion's own fur bristled in response. It was nice to let her out... for her to be out, most of her days now spent in the warm, humid confines of centaur sheath, his scent filling her every breath, not that she needed to breathe anymore but it still felt unnatural not to.
"It does feel good," Thaddeus agreed with that small smile, stepping carefully to avoid splashing her unduly. It hadn't been until recently even that they'd begun to be... comfortable. At least as comfortable as could be in their given predicament.
The stories had always said, never trust a fae, deals were dirty, never as they seemed and... the stories had been right. Desperation had led the young couple deep into the forest and to the hag's doorstep. Fear, and panic, as both his clan, and her family had pursued them, intent on separating them, a forbidden love, an abomination of mixed races, human and inhuman...
They had begged the hag for her help, to be allowed to be together, to make their families accept... All she'd asked for in payment was A pound of the stallion's flesh. Thaddeus had agreed, readily, if nervously.
What they hadn't expected was first for the hag to take his cock... and secondly for Kaitlin to replace it. She'd laughed at them as Thad had raged and Kaitlin wept as she'd receded, pulled inexorably into the folds of flesh that were now her home, and then... the hag was gone. Her hut, the pond she'd lived next to, the forest itself as Thaddeus, and Kaitlin, were left standing on an open plain outside her village.
True to the hag's word, their families had accepted... accepted that their son and daughter had been bonded by a wicked and twisted magic, and together, would be banished. But at least now... there was peace.
The days that followed had been uncertain, wandering together, adjusting. The piss stung her throat, but she could still swallow to clear it. The rush of his blood, the beat of his hearts filled her, stiffened her, tissues engorging and forcing her from the confines of his groin into the open air on occasion, and gradually... pleasure.
With the pain, every strike of a stone against her hand as she flung her arms out to catch herself, expecting to fall, forgetting she was rooted in her stallion's groin, with every stinging reminder of the Hag's trickery, they learned also pleasure... His light caresses on her face turned from consolation, to arousal, each flooding with the endorphins of carnal delight, the salt taste of pre a constant in her mouth, his fluids replacing her saliva, and eventually... the sweet convulsive delights of mutual release, and the cursing of the hag diminished... and a silent gratitude replaced it.
Mischievous maybe, the fae still kept their promises, and the hag had some exactly as they had asked. Another shudder shook the duo, and Kaitlin swallowed, feeling her face heat with the deluge of blood that rushed into her, veins thickening beneath her skin as Thaddeus gazed upon her, still as smitten with his beloved as the day he had first laid his eyes upon her.
"I am a little cold," Kaitlin cooed, bringing her fingers up from the water, wrapping her arms around herself and supporting the tremulous sway of her breasts. Looking up and around the immense ribs of the stallion that carried her, she smiled, coy and sweet, the welling fluids in her mouth oozing past her lips in an evocative display. "Perhaps we might go home and we can cuddle in the furs together... they do feel oh so good on my skin..."
"I rather like that idea," Thaddeus grinned, turning his hooves from the rocky creek bed and towards their little cabin on the hill. "Just try not to make too big of a mess~"
"I know," Kaitlin hummed softly, one hand over her head, braced against the ruddy red barrel of her mate, her lover, her host, to keep from swaying side to side too much. "It feels nice though doesn't it?" Her eyes never left the water where the V shaped ripples started, a small chill running her length, from ponytailed head, to the dark flesh of what had once been her hips, now enveloped in the warm folds of Thad's dark sheath.
Together they could both feel the clench of heavy orbs, larger by far than any natural stallion's accoutrement, and the stallion's own fur bristled in response. It was nice to let her out... for her to be out, most of her days now spent in the warm, humid confines of centaur sheath, his scent filling her every breath, not that she needed to breathe anymore but it still felt unnatural not to.
"It does feel good," Thaddeus agreed with that small smile, stepping carefully to avoid splashing her unduly. It hadn't been until recently even that they'd begun to be... comfortable. At least as comfortable as could be in their given predicament.
The stories had always said, never trust a fae, deals were dirty, never as they seemed and... the stories had been right. Desperation had led the young couple deep into the forest and to the hag's doorstep. Fear, and panic, as both his clan, and her family had pursued them, intent on separating them, a forbidden love, an abomination of mixed races, human and inhuman...
They had begged the hag for her help, to be allowed to be together, to make their families accept... All she'd asked for in payment was A pound of the stallion's flesh. Thaddeus had agreed, readily, if nervously.
What they hadn't expected was first for the hag to take his cock... and secondly for Kaitlin to replace it. She'd laughed at them as Thad had raged and Kaitlin wept as she'd receded, pulled inexorably into the folds of flesh that were now her home, and then... the hag was gone. Her hut, the pond she'd lived next to, the forest itself as Thaddeus, and Kaitlin, were left standing on an open plain outside her village.
True to the hag's word, their families had accepted... accepted that their son and daughter had been bonded by a wicked and twisted magic, and together, would be banished. But at least now... there was peace.
The days that followed had been uncertain, wandering together, adjusting. The piss stung her throat, but she could still swallow to clear it. The rush of his blood, the beat of his hearts filled her, stiffened her, tissues engorging and forcing her from the confines of his groin into the open air on occasion, and gradually... pleasure.
With the pain, every strike of a stone against her hand as she flung her arms out to catch herself, expecting to fall, forgetting she was rooted in her stallion's groin, with every stinging reminder of the Hag's trickery, they learned also pleasure... His light caresses on her face turned from consolation, to arousal, each flooding with the endorphins of carnal delight, the salt taste of pre a constant in her mouth, his fluids replacing her saliva, and eventually... the sweet convulsive delights of mutual release, and the cursing of the hag diminished... and a silent gratitude replaced it.
Mischievous maybe, the fae still kept their promises, and the hag had some exactly as they had asked. Another shudder shook the duo, and Kaitlin swallowed, feeling her face heat with the deluge of blood that rushed into her, veins thickening beneath her skin as Thaddeus gazed upon her, still as smitten with his beloved as the day he had first laid his eyes upon her.
"I am a little cold," Kaitlin cooed, bringing her fingers up from the water, wrapping her arms around herself and supporting the tremulous sway of her breasts. Looking up and around the immense ribs of the stallion that carried her, she smiled, coy and sweet, the welling fluids in her mouth oozing past her lips in an evocative display. "Perhaps we might go home and we can cuddle in the furs together... they do feel oh so good on my skin..."
"I rather like that idea," Thaddeus grinned, turning his hooves from the rocky creek bed and towards their little cabin on the hill. "Just try not to make too big of a mess~"
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