Pulling away from her kiss, he pulls the vial from his pocket, giving it a shake before opening it and pouring a little bit onto his fingers. Its consistency is thick but oily, a light tea colored liquid. The smell almost immediately hits both of them, a dark, earthy scent, robust and secretive. Vadim stares down into her eyes as his hand makes its way between her legs, his warm thick fingers finding the soft hair of her cunt. As he touches her for the first time, spreading her lower lips and rubbing the elixir into her skin, she quivers under his piercing gaze, feeling so incredibly vulnerable and under his control.
The way he handles her body, the slow but firm pressure he applies to her womanhood causes the yearning to ache within her. Then, the elixir starts to seep into her skin. At first it is cold, but warm, the odd juxtaposition nervously makes her heart race. Slowly it begins to tingle in an aching way and she can feel a rush of desire, a craving more fierce than hunger burning inside of her. As Vadim continues to slowly stroke her, he watches her carefully; he sees the innocence in her face melt away, replaced by yearning, a wanton lust. She moans out, arching her back, pressing her cunt into his hand as she wants more.
Unable to watch her any longer he leans down, mashing his mouth to hers, hungrily she explores his with her tongue. He feels the slippery wetness of the elixir mixing with her own juices, swirling under his hand. He presses a finger easily into her, followed by another, and another and another until he has four sliding in and out of her maidenhood, it desperately clenching down on them. Before he realizes it, she has unbuttoned the sides of his pants, her tiny hand stroking the curly hair at the base of his stomach, unable to reach more.
Vadim drags himself away from her, standing beside the bed as he pulls his pants off. With the haze of lust encompassing her like smoke from a savage fire, Coral’s eyes fall on his manhood. It isn’t like the very detailed sketches in her book; his thick, fat cock hangs between his legs, the skin a dark, earthy color like his body but giving way to lighter colored skin half way down, the wide flat tip reaching just shy of his knee, oozing his white seed. In this aspect alone, he is more centaur than man.
Raising his knee to the bed, followed by the other, he kneels between her legs; Coral willingly opens them to him, reaching up far enough to slide her hand around the back of his neck and bring his body to her, yearning to feel his kiss once more. He thrusts his tongue into her mouth, giving her what she wants; with a shaking hand, he rubs the tip of his cock against her wet cunt. Easily, he slowly presses the tip into her, her body accepting the few inches he gives her, until he feels her hymen tight around his girth, stopping him from further progress.
He trembles, wanting to take her. Pulling back slightly, he looks down into her bright green eyes, wanting her to stay yes, or at the very least not say no. But he can see the hazy cloudiness of lust that has over taken her; he knows that she might say yes now, might beg him to take her but tomorrow once her mind has cleared, she could regret it. Though his entire being aches to claim her as his own, yearns to thrust himself deep into the dark, warm softness of her body, he does not want it to be under these circumstances.
Groaning with restraint, he pulls his cock free from her, resting it on her belly as he wraps her in his arms, turning them over so that she now sits atop him. Coral whines, trying to slide her body up the length of his cock to take it but he grasps her hip with one hand, the other peeling off her shift to reveal soft, white skin and her full, round breasts to the warmth of the air before gripping her other side firmly. When he pushes and pulls back his hips, running the length of his cock across her clit she moans and shudders against it.
Coral rests her hands on his chest, gaining leverage to slide herself up and down his length, panting with each stroke. Knowing that she will not impale herself upon him, Vadim reaches up and grasps her full breasts in his hands, the brownness of his skin contrasting greatly with the paleness of hers, the beautiful image of it seared into his mind as she throws her head back in sheer ecstasy. He feels her body tense, her breath quicken as she rocks against him. The feeling of her wet, soft cunt grinding over him, the beauty of her sheer carnal pleasure pushes him past the limit. His cock expands, getting slightly harder before the surge, causing her to tremble as she explodes seconds before he does. Coral distantly feels the warmth of his seed spill out over her hands and onto his chest.
Vadim grabs the blanket from the floor, wiping up the warm, sticky goo from her hands and his chest before pulling her down to him. She collapses against him, burying her face into his neck as he wraps his arms around her, holding her tight. It is only moments before he can hear her breathing shift and she drifts asleep. Though his physical yearning for her has been met for the time being, the desire of his heart only increases as he feels complete with her tucked in his arms. Sleep eludes him for a while, as he tries to remember every moment of his time alone with her, deep down wondering if he will ever be able to have it again.
When she wakes up, she can hear only the sound of rain outside in the night; the inn below is quiet, the fire crackling down to glowing embers. Beneath her, she feels the deep, rhythmic breaths of Vadim, his strong arms encircling her, protecting her, claiming her. She gently shifts, his unconscious body releasing her from the hold; cautiously she sits up, looking down upon his nakedness. His manhood has softened, the tip retreating, all of it shrinking down to what she believes is the size of the average aroused man. She knows from glancing at the other chapters, Master Gladstone believed a female centaur could not be impregnated by a human man, simply because the length of his manhood would never be able to reach the depth of her womb. But after seeing Vadim’s, she knows that won’t be a problem for him. Though he is shorter than Quell and perhaps a bit less in girth, it isn’t by much.
Quietly getting to her feet, she walks to the table, bringing the pitcher up to her mouth and sipping the cool water. Resting her naked body on the sofa she stretches her legs out, warming her feet by the dying fire. As she recollects their time together, her hand unconsciously reaches down to her maidenhood. She recalls the feeling of him pressing into her, how she stretched to accommodate him-then she wonders if she is still a virgin. Slightly worried, she presses her own fingers into her still wet hole; when the tips of her fingers meet resistance, she knows that he did not claim her but oh, how much she wanted him to earlier. Could she be happy with him? Yes, she believes she could. But she knows that part of her wants Quell, just as much.
Carefully creeping to the bed she finds the elixir bottle resting on the night stand; retrieving it, she slinks back to the sofa resting her back against the high side, her knees drawn up. Cradling the bottle in her hands she recalls the way it felt, trying to discern if it was her feelings towards Vadim or the elixir. Opening it, she draws in a whiff while closing her eyes. Coral feels a tingle between her legs, her maidenhood clench tight in yearning, her nipples harden. Curious, she walks to the table, silently sorting through the herbs until she finds the lavender and peppermint she harvested. She separates several flowers into her small wooden bowl, plucking a single peppermint leaf as well. Muddling them together with her wooden pestle, she scrapes them up and adds them to the elixir, shaking it well.
Upon smelling it again, she finds the dark, earthiness of it has deepened. Seeing that Vadim still sleeps, she returns to the couch, pouring a few drops onto her own fingers. Spreading her legs, she rubs the slick fluid onto her own cunt, her fingers working it into the skin of her clit.
She draws in a sharp breath as the icy coldness of the peppermint hits her, before the warm darkness of it takes a hold. Though her heart begins to race as before, the lavender keeps her more calm, more at ease, slightly cutting the savage desire to mate anything that comes near her. She can feel womanhood widening, waiting to accept an invader. As the desire builds in her, this time it is more like the smoldering embers of the dying fire, hotter than the blaze but controlled so that it won’t burn her alive. Getting up, she eases herself into bed next to Vadim.
Still, he rests deeply as she reaches out, her tiny hand grasping his cock. It pulses in her hand but is slow to respond otherwise. Curious, she scoots her body down until her face is next to his hip; with a tentative tongue, she licks the tip. It has a salty taste, the dried seed on it now sticky with her spit. Opening her mouth, she wraps her lips around the soft end, her tongue exploring the crumpled flesh. Vadim groans in his dreams, his cock responding to the attention on its own. Coral can feel it grow in her mouth, it widens, stretching her lips, the tip creeping forward down her tongue; she knows if she does not pull back, it will suffocate her. As it fills her mouth, she eases it out bit by bit, until the wide tip swells just inside of her lips, fresh seed seeping out from it. Musky, it tastes like it smells. She pulls back, running her mouth down the length of it and back up again. As her tiny hands wrap around it she can almost close her fingers around his girth, only an inch short of encompassing him.
Licking the tip, her hands slowly stroking, she glances up to see that Vadim has awoken and is watching her with a smirk on his lips. She can feel her cheeks grow red, her own curiosity having gotten the best of her. He reaches down, cupping her chin, pulling her up his body to his mouth where he can taste the muskiness of his seed still on her tongue. Shifting in the bed he pushes her down, rolling over top of her, his knees between hers. Coral doesn’t hesitate to spread her legs wide for him again; he catches a whiff of the elixir, knowing that she has applied it herself. He rests his cock on her stomach, leaning down to kiss her. The desperate way in which she finds his mouth, how her arms clutch at his back makes him ache; stroking himself against her sopping wet slit, he feels her moan into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist. Vadim rocks against her, feeling his cock slide between their stomachs, the flat tip pressing against her full round breasts, parting them slightly before he pulls back, just to do it again.
He can feel her body flex, straining against the release; pulling back to look into her eyes, he watches her moan. Her face flush with pleasure, eyelids fluttering shut before squeezing tight as her chest arches into him, her mouth opening to release a low whine. Still thrusting against her, he feels her tremble beneath him, her hands and legs loosening their grip to fall to the side. With each stroke he quickens, feeling her almost wince as she writhes to try to get away from the crashing waves of pleasure consuming her. He draws in a deep breath, quelling his inner fire and stops, not wanting to hurt her, his own body groaning with the need to release.
Sitting back, he gazes through his clouded vision, her ample perky breasts glistening with sweat. Before he can think better of it he raises his knee over hers, climbing up her body to straddle her stomach, his thick, engorged cock resting between her perfect mounds. He reaches down, pinching her nipples while pushing her breasts together, slowly stroking himself between them.
Coral shudders, barely able to focus through the waves of pleasure hitting her. Looking down she sees his cock emerging from between her breasts; she opens her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the flat tip. She can hear him groan in enjoyment; reaching down to the base of his cock, she grasps it with her small hands, stroking against him as he pushes it forward between her breasts, so deep into her mouth she cannot draw a breath until he pulls out.
He pants rapidly, having never been pleasured this way before. His pace increasing, he looks down at her tiny mouth, stretched by his cock, the way she clenches it in her hands, the feeling of her tongue circling the tip it is more than he can bare. Vadim can feel himself enlarge and though he wants to thrust forward, shove his cock down her throat as far as he can he restrains himself, trying to pull free from her grasp.
Coral will have nothing of it. She knows he is on the verge and her fists tighten over him, lips refusing to let it go. She watches him cry out, his body shudders before she feels the surge of his seed released into her mouth, filling it, oozing out of the corners. She swallows down what she can, coughing as it burns in her throat but still refuses to let him go. She pushes her head forward, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible, suckling all of the seed from him until his body trembles as hers did moments earlier.
When he involuntarily jerks, his manhood overly sensitive, she finally releases her grip, gently licking the softening organ as it retreats from her mouth. Vadim collapses beside her, drawing her close, their hot bodies slickened with sweat. He looks down into her eyes, his heart so content he feels as if he could die complete. But beyond the adoration of her gaze, beyond the haze of her bliss he senses her love for Quell. He wants to point out to her all of the things he could do for her that his brother cannot; he could kiss her as they make love, hold her in his arms and stare into her eyes as he slides deep inside of her, she could ride him from above to her heart’s content, he could hold her in his arms and watch her fall asleep on their marital bed, he could give her human children, a simple life beyond the castle walls-but he says nothing, knowing that she will do what her heart tells her to do and that either he or Quell will have to live with the heartache that decision causes.