The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Morgan opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. It was Cassandra who came to his rescue. She bounded out of her chair and indicated the wide, broad, and thick table on the side of the room that was mostly clear of Morgan’s chemicals and experiments. “Here would be good. We need to observe and do some measurements. Can he mount you if you bend over the table?”

  Faye smiled, flicked her eyes at Cassandra, but spoke directly to Morgan. “Yes. That would be perfect. That’s how we usually do it.” She looked to Wilbert and the other three looked at him as well.

  It wasn’t until that moment did Morgan realize that Wilbert was only half-dressed. Or fully dressed as a human, but undressed as a horse. He wore a vest over his human chest and a belt of pouches where his human top met his horse bottom, but on his back end he wore nothing. And underneath his body the centaur’s large cock was starting to grow. Morgan was impressed that Wilbert could get hard without any stimulation. And he was further impressed with how large Wilbert’s cock was…but then reminded himself that Wilbert was half horse.

  Almost prancing, Faye went over to the heavy table, leaned over it and raised her ass up in the air. She turned her head toward Morgan standing next to Cassandra and said, “I love a man with a big cock, don’t you?” It took Morgan a second to realize Faye was addressing his wife and not him.

  Cassandra just nodded. Morgan heard Knut shuffling his position near the door for a better observation point. He leaned slightly toward Cassandra and said in a soft voice, “Please tell me my cock is big enough for you.”

  Not taking her eyes off the human and the centaur, Cassandra r said, “Well before seeing what Wilbert has between his legs, I would have said yes.”

  Morgan started to reply, but bit back his words because he was too fascinated at the odd coupling of the pair. Faye maintained her position on the table, standing on her toes, forcing her ass into the air, while Wilbert half climbed on the table over her. If they were simple animals, it would have just been two creatures fulfilling their reproductive urges. But it wasn’t so it was odd and beautiful at the same time.

  Wilbert’s large horse parts pinned Faye to the table. He couldn’t hold her with his human arms. At the same time, his horse cock started probing between her legs. Morgan could see the amount of precum that was dripping off Wilbert’s organ. It was impressive by any measure; there was a pool of slippery precum puddling on the floor between Faye’s feet. Either Wilbert was too eager or too nervous, because he was having trouble mounting his lady-love. Eventually, Faye had to reach around behind her and help guide Wilbert in.

  From where he was standing, Morgan was certain he could see everything. Wilbert’s cock was huge compared to any human’s and he was certain that the centaur was going to be too wide to fit into the girl’s cunt. If he somehow managed to get it in her without Faye screaming like she was being murdered, barely a third of the length would fit in any case.

  The actual mechanics of the situation were the easy part, Morgan reflected as the pair did some last minute adjustments. Combining a centaur’s seed with a woman’s hidden, tiny egg would be a magical feat that was next to impossible. And yet he had happily accepted payment to make it happen. It was practically stealing.

  He didn’t feel good about that.

  Faye let out a deep, disturbing groan as Wilbert’s oddly curved cock pressed into her opening and momentarily paused as Wilbert scrabbled for purchase, and then he continued to slide into her waiting orifice. Morgan was astounded. Faye should have been screaming, but she seemed to be enjoying the torment that Wilbert was putting her through. The centaur didn’t get all of his cock into the nubile young woman, but he had used more than half the length of his might staff.

  When the centaur started bucking his hindquarters in a rough approximation of how a man would roger a woman, Cassandra turned her head toward Morgan and said, “I can’t decide to abuse her as a slut or praise her for her carnal talent.”

  “Maybe both?” Morgan suggested.

  The sounds that Faye started making were a cross of sexual cries and violent wailing. It took Morgan a moment to realize this was exactly what the young woman wanted. And the centaur seemed to be reveling in his use of the woman’s body.

  “Sometimes I’d wish you’d pound me like that,” Cassandra mentioned to her husband.

  He looked at her in shock, not certain if she was serious or not.

  “Bah!” commented Knut who had sidled over next to them for a better view. “A true dwarf woman, yeh can take a steel dildo, shove it up her cunt, bang it with a war hammer, and she’ll scream for you to do it harder.” He idly pulled on the braids of his beard. “I miss having a good woman like that.”

  Cassandra and Morgan exchanged a glance, but before anything else could be said, the moment of crisis arrived between Faye and Wilbert. She was howling loud enough that Morgan was glad his tower was at the outskirts of the city; her cries would have been unnerving and disruptive even if they had been in the middle of the red light district.

  “By the Maiden’s cunt I’d love to cum like that,” Cassandra breathed out softly.

  “You…you would?” asked Morgan, surprised that his wife would punish her body so much for such an ethereal reward.

  “Aye, she would,” grunted Knut. “She’s a lass that doesn’t mind rutting.”

  Before Morgan could reprimand his assistant, he remembered that he had an actual job to do. Wilbert wasn’t done yet, so Faye had to suffer a few more hard thrusts before the centaur unloaded a blast of cum into her cunt.

  “Hold it in her,” Morgan urged Wilbert. “Don’t pull out. Not yet. I need this to make it work.”

  The handsome centaur grunted one more time and drove his body down onto Faye’s proving his dominance and emptying the last of his seed into her. Morgan grabbed a silver basin from off his workbench and shoved it under the couple’s joined genitalia. “Okay, now withdraw. I need as much of your seed as possible,” he said, bending down and grasping Wilbert’s cock with one hand while resting the other on Faye’s upturned ass.

  “Hey!” Wilbert protested.

  Morgan ignored the centaur’s yell and continued to pull on his cock, forcing him away from his lover. Faye just moaned in delight. The wizard marveled once again at Wilbert’s size and length—and Faye’s ability to accept all of it into her body—and once the arrowhead-shaped end appeared, a substantial amount of the centaur’s white cum splashed into the silver basin. He was still pulsing, which felt odd to Morgan because Wilbert’s member was so much larger than his own, which allowed more of the seed to drip into the basin.

  Looking over at Faye’s wide open cunt, with his other hand Morgan grabbed a copper spoon and slid it between her pouting nether lips.

  “Hey! What’s that?” The noblewoman might be saucy and might be eager to shed her clothes and might fuck centaur’s for fun and to annoy her family, but apparently a wizard’s tool expertly inserted where only her lovers were permitted was a step too far for her.

  “I need to make sure your womb is viable,” said Morgan as he tapped the end of the spoon and emitted a bit of magical energy into it, causing it to glow and warm.

  “Oohhh,” said Faye agreeable. “Okay, this I can do. It’s no horse cock, but it’ll do.” She reached back between her legs to manipulate the spoon but Morgan swatted her hand away.

  “Time for that later. Just let it stew there.”

  With his hand that was still on Wilbert’s cock, he finished milking the centaur and wiped his cum-splattered hand on the centaur’s leg, while kicking the basin over to Knut.

  “Preserve that,” he ordered the dwarf. Wilbert stepped back unsteadily and took in the scene with a shake of his head. Morgan got the distinct impression that he was used to be on the receiving end of a lot of orders. That was unusual. Centaurs were usually very dominant. He wouldn’t put it past Faye to have searched out and found the one submissive centaur in the Five Lands.

  “What am I, yeh slave?” grunted Kn
ut, pulling his hand out of his wide leather breeches.

  “No, my assistant,” Morgan snapped back. “Why do you think I give you a bag of gold every month?”

  “Because I deserve it,” Knut grumbled, but picked up the silver basin and headed over to the marble table on the opposite side of the room. “I deserve ten times it, but I still deserve it.”

  Morgan ignored the disgruntled dwarf. “Cass, give Knut a hand.” He knelt down to closely inspect Faye’s cunt. She didn’t seem to mind. She even arched her back a bit, giving him a better view. If nothing else, the rich girl with a taste of perversion had a very pretty cunt. If she had been low-born she could have made a successful career as a concubine or prostitute, but after her dalliance with Wilbert, she’d probably wind up getting married off to the son of one of her father’s political or economic allies.

  She had a very pretty cunt and was eager to show off how well she could fuck. What more would any man ask of wife?

  “Do you want me to preserve the sample with Vitmar’s Vital Shield or Isnar’s Always Ice?” Cassandra asked.

  Perhaps a wife who was skilled in the alchemical arts?

  “Vitmar’s,” called out Morgan. “Isnar’s Always Ice might damage the sample. Frostbite is no one’s friend.”

  “What are you doing back there?” Faye asked conversationally.

  “Just…getting an idea of how viable your womb is,” said Morgan as he closed his eyes and kept one finger on the copper spoon and concentrated on the slippery sensation that was how magic permeated the work.

  “You aren’t doing anything…untoward?” she asked playfully.

  Morgan smiled and slowly shook his head. The woman had just been fucked by a horse cock and was flirting with the wizard who was supposed to help her get pregnant with her lover’s child. It was not a place Morgan every thought he’d be.

  “Of course not.”

  She carefully turned her head. “Because I wouldn’t mind if you had to,” she said with a conspiratorial wink.

  Cassandra didn’t miss Faye’s tone or her wink. But she was cool and calm enough not to overreact. “Do you need any help, love?” she called to Morgan.

  “No, just finishing up,” he said smoothly as he slipped the spoon out of Faye’s cunt, much to her disappointment. “I’ll have to do a bit of consulting and testing,” he said, “but I have what I need for the moment.” He was glad he wasn’t wearing just the robe that was traditional for wizards because he was certain that his cock would have been tenting the voluminous garment.

  Chapter Three

  Hours later, after Cassandra had thoughtfully and artfully persuaded Faye and Wilbert to leave the lab, Cassandra rejoined her husband.

  “I think Faye rather enjoyed that.”

  Morgan grunted noncommittally as he rubbed his beard while keeping focus on the various tubes and liquids in front of him.

  “I’ve never seen a woman take such a huge cock before,” Cassandra continued.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I wish I could take a cock that large,” she commented sourly, seeing if she could get a rise out of her husband.

  “Yeah…”

  “So I fucked Wilbert and Knut while you were busy here. Say what you will about dwarves, they have big cocks. Wide, not long. Plus he’s got a steel ring through the shaft that rubbed me in just the right way. Made me cum more than you ever did.”

  That did it. Morgan managed to tear his eyes away from his experiments. “What?”

  Cassandra just shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Have you come up with a solution to their problem?”

  They locked eyes. Morgan was always unsettled when he looked into Cassandra’s eyes because they always seemed the same regardless of their color. Everything else about her might change, but the character of her eyes was always the same.

  “I don’t like it when you tease me,” he said.

  “You should pay more attention to your wife,” she lectured him. “Do you have a solution to their problem?”

  Morgan sighed. “Yes and no.”

  She frowned. “That’s not helpful.”

  “Yes, I have a solution to their problem. But no, it’s not what they want.”

  “Well? What is it?”

  “Human and centaur’s are completely incompatible when it comes to cross-speciation. I’d be making a monster, not a child.”

  “That’s not a solution.”

  “But what I can do,” Morgan continued, “is give Faye exactly what she wants. She seems a little bit narcissistic to you, doesn’t she?”

  Cassandra snorted. “Only a bit.”

  “And she has a fascination with interspecies romantic attachment.”

  “Obviously,” said Cassandra. “And in her case I don’t think it’s because of a girlhood obsession. I think she would only ever fuck centaurs given the chance.”

  “Agreed. So I’m going to give her exactly what she wants for herself and what she wants for Wilbert.”

  Cassandra’s brow furrowed which gave her a little wrinkle between her eyes that Morgan found cute and attractive. “Which is what exactly?”

  “I’m going to implant her with a duplicate of herself and a duplicate of Wilbert.”

  His announcement made Cassandra take a step back. “Making clones will piss off the biomancers.”

  Morgan held up his finger. “No, no. Not clones. Duplicates.”

  She folded her arms under her breasts which brought them up and made the more prominent. That often had the effect of distracting Morgan, but not this time, even though with her current body, it should have. “You really think semantics will save you from their anger?”

  “What a bunch of sleazy biomancers doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

  “Uh-huh,” Cassandra said doubtfully. “So you’re just going to magic a duplicate of her and have her give birth nine months later?”

  “No, no, no, my lovely wife. I’m going to use my magical prowess to duplicate both Faye and Wilbert so she can carry interspecies twins and we’ll be done with her.”

  “You say magical prowess like we didn’t wind up at the ass-end of the Five Lands because of a magical mishap.”

  “I’m working on fixing that.”

  “Uh-huh. And she wants a combination of her and her…husband? Lover? Inseminator? What is their relationship anyway?”

  Morgan shrugged. “I don’t know, neither do I care. But it’s literally impossible to combine human and centaur blood and semen. Can’t be done.” He paused. “At least by me. Without creating a monster. So I’ll give her the next best thing.”

  Cassandra shook her head. “That’s not going to work.”

  “That’s where you are wrong, my love. It will. Faye is so in love with herself, she’ll be thrilled with a duplicate of herself. Motherly narcissism at its best. And she’ll be giving her lover?…husband?...cunt keeper?...what she tells him he wants. How many women can brag they’ve given birth to an actual centaur?”

  “None that I know of.”

  “Exactly.”

  As they had talked Morgan had kept himself busy mixing a potion of some sort that, when completed, was a swirl of red and blue colors that wouldn’t combine but kept circling around and around in the expensive crystal beaker. This he set under a carefully regulated flame from a candle created from the finest dragonwax so it could cook.

  “Now we just need to wait. This will be ready in a day.”

  “So long?” asked Cassandra. “What will we do in the meantime?”

  Morgan took her hand and escorted his wife from the laboratory. “I think I can come up with a way to pass the time.”

  He led her to their bedroom where they dismissed the cleaning woman who rolled her eyes and commented, “Again?” while exiting the half-cleaned room. Morgan sat eagerly on the edge of the bed while his wife disrobed. Though he had seen her naked body that morning it was always thrilling to get a second show. In the time since she had been afflicted with uncontrolled body metamorphosis, Cas
sandra had never once repeated a body, to his knowledge at least. Sometimes he was lucky and the woman he woke up next to was beautiful. Most of the time his luck was perfectly average and acceptable. More than once he had woken next to a hideous creature that somehow he had still managed to fuck because he loved his wife and it seemed the ugly ones had the strongest sex drive.

  That was not true for this body that Cassandra wore. Her skin was pale and all but flawless, her breasts were high and perfect, and her eyes were striking as always. Watching Cassandra strip shouldn’t have been the thrill that it was, but he couldn’t help himself. Morgan was a slave to his human side’s need for sex.

  She caught sight of herself in the mirror and gazed at herself for a moment. “I rather like this body. I’ll be sad to see it go in the morning.”

  “I like it too,” said Morgan as he pulled off his tunic. “Let’s see what I can do with it before you change in the morning.”

  Moving quickly, Cassandra stepped back and held up a cautionary hand to her husband. “But what if the woman who I stole this body from was a virgin. It wouldn’t be right to let you defile her.”

  Morgan smirked and shook his head. “I already fucked you this morning. That body doesn’t belong to a virgin, of that I can assure you. And it doesn’t belong to anyone but you; it wasn’t stolen from someone else.”

  This was a long-standing argument between the couple. Cassandra was sure that her new daily body was stolen from some other woman in the Five Lands, while the other woman was forced to live a day in Cassandra’s body, only for the switch to happen again the next day, but Cassandra would get yet another new body and the previous day’s victim would get hers back while a new victim would have to wear Cassandra’s original body. Morgan assured her this was not the case. He said that she, with the cursed magic that lived inside her, would generate a new body every day and it wasn’t stolen from anyone. Chance and magical energy was what kept her changing and evolving.