Epilogue
Loreleivnna
A Few Years Later
“Your father’s spies have probably alerted him of our presence already,” Pikr argues. “Must we feed them more gossip?”
“If it’s gossip about a potential grandbaby, yes,” I whisper, unlacing my trousers and scooting down the length of his equine belly. “They’ll be thrilled.”
“That’s an intriguing spin on things. I know Vyrion, and he won’t see it that way.” Pikr snorts.
Despite his misgivings, Pikr’s cock peeks from its sheath. Glistening, it juts out up to the lip marking three-quarters.
“How will he see it?” I argue sleepily, my tongue sharp.
“Loreleivnna,” he groans as my hand wraps around his girth. “We’ve stopped mere paces outside of Svitaeryl and set up camp to fuck instead of sleeping in the shelter of my cabin. He will think I’m a perverted freak beguiling his daughter.”
I giggle. “He knows we tangled our lifespans together, Pikr. He’s fully aware that we fuck.”
“Knowing and having it shoved under one’s nose are two different things.”
There’s a level of concern in his voice that chips away at my heart.
Last time we visited, it’d taken a fortnight of awkward moments for Father to loosen up in Pikr’s presence. It was clumsy, but they’d gotten there, eventually sharing a couple of genuine laughs, the sound of which I’ve treasured for years. Unfortunately, we had to leave just a few days later.
During the time since, the males have exchanged many letters.
The correspondence is usually diplomatic in nature, but as I’ve scanned their contents over Pikr’s shoulder, the scrawled words grow increasingly familiar.
Father even wrote of a fond memory that, although the mention was brief and not very detailed, brought happy tears to Pikr’s cheeks upon reading.
“If the spiritvines have already alerted him, someone may be awaiting our arrival. I’m too sleepy to greet my family right now,” I pout.
With my back against his belly, I clamp my legs around his length, eliciting a sharp hiss when our slick heats combine.
“You don’t seem sleepy.” Pikr adjusts his back legs to allow me more room. Another few inches of his length lurch out, along with a spew of slick that coats my thighs. “You seem insatiable.”
I smirk. “Both can be true.”
With his cock trapped between my hand and my navel, I work my hips, watching through heavily lidded eyes as the hole in his flat, broad head expands and contracts around spurts of precum.
“It’s been several years since our last visit.” He’s still arguing, but the fight has left his voice. “They’ll be eager to see you.”
“Then we’d better do this now, so I can think clearly without the desire to ride your cock clouding my mind.”
Pikr makes a rumbling noise that I take as capitulation. I scoot up on the blanket and bend my left knee so that I’m lying half on my belly and half on my side, then I guide his broad head to my pussy. It meets resistance at first, but I moan once it pushes inside, stretching me.
“That’s it, Blossom,” Pikr coos. “Take what you need. You’ve journeyed long. If this is what you require for a good night’s rest, I’m happy to provide.”
That’s a much better tune, and I take him deeper as a reward for both of us. Pikr runs the backs of his knuckles along my exposed neck, sending sparks through my body.
“How does it feel?” he asks as he unbinds my messy updo and runs his fingers through my hair.
“So good.” I lift and drop my hip, lazily using the ground for leverage. “I’m going to cum soon.”
“Good girl.”
My heart flutters, my pussy following shortly after. Waves of tingly bliss crackle over my skin, and I sigh contentedly.
“You are a virile centaur’s dream come true, my sweet Blossom.” Pikr’s words, as intimate as the position we lay in, add to my foggy orgasm. “I’m going to breed you now. Stay just as you are, and rest as I pump you full of seed.”
He takes control, keeping the slow pace as he engages his hindquarters to thrust shallowly, the tip of his cock massaging my inner walls. A few seconds later, ropes of warm cum flood my insides.
My eyelids droop. I’m so warm, from the inside out, and sleep takes over.