Chapter Thirty-Two
Pikquarrys
The burgundy rings in Princess Loreleivnna’s eyes darken, and I know I’ve invited trouble. The moment her bare feet hit the ground, she bursts forward like the violent eruption of Mount Ingensduum that fuels my forge.
Inside its sheath, my cock pulses with the last vestiges of my self-control. Her hips sway and jolt enticingly as she ducks and sprints away, her nimble footsteps avoiding sticks and leaves in her path.
My prey zags to the right, trying to lose me.
I growl, a deep satisfaction reverberating through my nether regions when she tosses a frightened look over her shoulder.
It’s reminiscent of the shock and fear she displayed when I caught her at the tavern.
That was the first time I caught the scent of her most intimate place, and oh, how I managed to keep my fingers from venturing inside it that night is a feat of the Fallen.
This chase is all the much more exhilarating knowing that I’ll feel her tight cunt welcoming me at the end.
Judging by the ripeness of her scent, teasing me on every breeze, I know she feels the same.
Her rich midnight and golden honeycomb is heightened by the pollen that bobs and weaves in the air between us.
“Argh!” Loreleivnna grunts with effort, springing off a stump to grab a branch. She swings, launching herself a few feet ahead.
She’s a damn clever brat, and I love it. Every trick she hurls my way causes my wicked grin to grow. There’s no way an elf can outrun me, no matter how fleet of foot, nor how tempting.
“Run, little mouse,” I call.
My cunning witch hurls a glare over her shoulder, glittering peridot eyes growing wide at how close I am. Her aimless pattern has successfully kept me from achieving top speed so far, which only makes me want to pin her down and fuck her more.
Ribbons of moonlight perforate through gaps in the Aevumoon Iris petals above. I gauge our location by the stars and snort with glee. We’re close to the perfect location for rutting my prize.
With a burst of speed, I close in. Curving at the waist, I swing to the right. In two quick lopes, I nab my prey and sling her over my shoulder.
“Unnff!” she yelps.
“Naughty mouse,” I tease, thundering through the grove. The scent of her arousal is so close, and so thick, I taste it with every breath.
“Vile centaur.” Princess Loreleivnna slams her fists against my back, squirming, tossing that scent in my face. “Unhand me!”
A growl escapes my throat. “No.”
Slowing to a trot, I graze the goosebumps on her calf, then higher. The smooth skin on her upper thigh is coated with a layer of slick. Her squirmy grunts morph into sounds of pleasure when I reach her bare sex and slip the tip of my index finger inside.
“That’s twice now I’ve won you, and I’ve yet to consummate my victory.” I pump my finger, and she goes slack over my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck this tight pussy until I’m satisfied with my prize.”
“More promises,” Loreleivnna says tartly, and her tone makes my sheath grow tight. She squeezes her thighs around my hand, my right palm flat on her rear to keep her steady. “Where?”
Without responding, I approach the stump of an Aevumoon Iris, one of the only felled trees to be found in the grove. A new tree grows from the remnant, sprouting tall off to the side, its lowest branches flawlessly arranged for my purposes.
I pause to tease her some more. I lift her skirt and hold it in my right hand, using my left to spread her cheeks. Her holes clench around the sudden air, and I groan at the sight.
“Your thighs are saturated, Blossom.” I gather some of the glistening liquid and rub it together with the strings of slick dripping from her open cunt. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she whines. “You know it’s for you.”
With two fingers, I spread her open to watch her insides flutter. She squirms, and I nip at her rear.
“Please, Pikr.”
“Please what, Princess?”
There’s a stubborn exasperation in her growl. “Unhand me, so I can feel your thick centaur cock inside me.”
Without warning, my cock slips from its sheath, bobbing heavily toward the pollen-coated ground, summoned by her sweet voice acknowledging its existence.
“What a naughty tongue you have, little mouse.” I circle her hole with the tip of my finger, then slip inside, curving to caress her gland.
“Oohh—do as I say, vile crea—uunf,” she grits out, her commanding tone trying and failing to overpower her pleasure.
I ignore her pleas, instead fitting a second finger inside her. I don’t trust myself to maintain the restraint necessary to train her pussy to take me, especially if she keeps begging for my cock so sweetly.
“Obey this instant,” she whimpers. “I’m your princess!”
Content that she can at least accept my wide tip if nothing further, I acquiesce, gently lowering her onto the smooth stump. There will be plenty of time to train her in the centuries to come, whether she joins me on my travels or awaits me in Svitaeryl, which is a dilemma I’ll hammer out later.
Princess Loreleivnna peers up at me, her gaze roving over my body. It lands on my undercarriage, a wisp of disappointment fleeting over her features that she cannot see all of me from this angle.
With a chuckle, I rear my front hooves onto the platform, caging her in, providing my lusty petal with an unobstructed view of my heavy, leaking cock.
“Fuck my petals,” she says on a gusty exhale.
She licks her lips, resurrecting my imaginings of her swallowing my slick, filling her belly with load after load until she’s so full she falls asleep on my flank as her body digests the nutrients needed for breastfeeding a foal.
A glob of precum droops at my tip, releasing with a thick splat on the ground.
“Remove your dress, Your Highness.” Badly as I wish to have her lips wrap around my cock, to feel her tongue tease my slit, my willpower wanes. I must be inside her. “Let me see you.”
Stray flecks of pollen float around her like sparkling embers as she disrobes. Her dress crumples to the ground like an autumn leaf, and she lies back, spreading her legs in invitation.
“So beautiful,” I breathe.
My gaze trails over her soft green skin, where sweat beads glisten like drops of verdelite.
Adrenaline colors her areolas as richly amaranth as the blush on her cheeks.
The burgundy curls between her legs glisten with desire that spills onto her thighs and the tree stump beneath.
Under hooded eyelids, the ring around her pupil swells.
I shake my head. She is a work of art, a masterpiece of the creators. The softness of her body and the complexities buried beneath are nothing short of a miracle. “I rage against my past self for wasting precious time.”
Her smile undoes me. “We’re here now.”
“Yes.” It’s a consolation, but guilt still weighs heavily. “I’ll spend my days proving you were right to wait for me.”
“For the record,” she starts, her hand trailing up and down her sides until they land on her breasts, cupping them. I adore this version of her, free and confident under the influence of love, lust, and moondust. “I don’t regret a moment, since it has brought us together at last.”