by Renee Field
“This is for you. I love how your skin pinks with desire. You will be a delight to pleasure,” he said, bringing the plucked pink rose closer, so that its petals lightly dusted the crease between her breasts before it was brought to her lips.
“Ahh, ahh choo!” sneezed Rowena.
The look of shock on the prince’s face told her that wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting. As if, she bristled.
“Come here, Rowena.”
Now that was a voice she recognized. And as weird as it sounded, simply hearing it brought a flush of warmth to her body and joy to her heart.
Stepping out of the water, she walked to the bank where Tulon stood. Thankfully, he was clothed. She watched as he wet his lips and gulped. The smoldering look in his dark sensual eyes caused a flutter of feminine excitement in her belly.
“I don’t think so,” said the prince.
Before he had a chance to catch up to her, Tulon was at her side.
“So long, Prince,” taunted Tulon, pulling Rowena’s body close to his to flash them elsewhere.
They were once again surrounded by the beauty of the forest. Tall green trees towered around them. The scent of wildness, evergreens and damp moss filled her nostrils.
“Come here, Rowena,” commanded Tulon, motioning for her to lie down next to him on a green, grassy spot, as if being flashed from place to place was an everyday occurrence for her.
“What’s going on, Tulon? Shouldn’t we be trying to make a break for it while we can? Can’t you just flash us out of here and back to the Pegcentaurs?”
Again he patted the spot beside him. Sitting, she hugged her knees to cover her aching breasts, and only then did he speak, after giving her body another long, heated look. It was all she could do not to splay her legs open for him and tell him to ride her hard.
“I can’t flash us out of here, but we are safe for now. I am sorry that you got caught up in this,” he said, reaching out to gently trail his fingers up and down her arms.
“You’re cold.”
Within a moment she felt his heat glide through her. How does he do that?
Rowena was getting the sinking feeling that she wasn’t delusional after all…that this was actually real. Inwardly, she rebelled at that notion. As a scientist, she knew none of what was happening to her made sense.
Biting on her lower lip, she asked the obvious. “Ooh…so Tulon, what exactly are you?” Rowena had to ask. She felt as if she had been taken on a wild, magical adventure ride, where one amazing, bizarre thing after another kept happening to her.
“I am a Centaur. Well, I used to be,” he said, sheepishly. “I will try to make this brief, but all that you need to know is that you are safe with me.”
I highly doubt that. Her senses were being lulled into a hazy, sexual feeling of contentment from his seductive voice. When Tulon finished telling her his tale, she gulped.
“You mean to tell me that you were captured by the Maida guards, when in fact you are a magical creature of the forest? Why didn’t you flash yourself out of the labor camp?”
Tulon leaned in closer to her. His fingers gently moved from her arm to her face. She let him tilt her face toward his. Their mouths were a breath away from touching. She instinctively wet her lips, wanting very much to feel his powerful mouth take hold of hers.
“Before you came into my life, I honestly felt as if I had stopped living. You made me come alive. You set the magic that simmered within me free. Without you, Rowena, I’m not sure what would have happened to me. Does it scare you that I am different?”
She read the hope in his eyes. “Honestly, I was a little frightened at first, but you haven’t changed. You are still Tulon. You are still…”
“Still what?” he said, patting her lower lip with his finger, forcing her to open her mouth in sweet anticipation.
“You are still the only one I want.” She felt a sense of freedom with baring her innermost secret.
“Are you sure, Rowena? I need to know that you are sure,” he repeated, all the while playing with her lower lip.
Rowena’s eyes felt heavy. Her core was weeping for him. So she did the only thing she could. Tilting her head up, she leaned in and kissed him. She slipped her tongue deep inside his mouth and breathed the words she knew he wanted to hear.
“Yes. Take me, Tulon.”
That was all the encouragement Tulon needed. The pulse of power thrummed through his being. He reveled in the feel of it. Without a doubt, he knew the magic was slowly talking to him, wielding its secrets into every cell within his being.
He had flashed Rowena and himself to the edge of Mount Atrophe. He had also shielded their presence to ensure Zickal would not be able to track them. Now he planned to fulfill his end of the bargain.
Pushing Rowena down into the soft green grass of the forest he loomed over her—loving the velvety-smooth feel of her womanly body. She was so innocent, so open to his touch that it almost caused him to stop. Then she smiled one of those sexy-shy smiles at him and all reasoning fled.
“Open your legs for me. I want to see your pussy,” he rasped, taking her already peaked nipple deep into his mouth. When she did as ordered, he scented her heated arousal, her need, her lust for him. That spurred him on.
“What are you—”
Tulon silenced her with a kiss that left no doubt as to what he intended. Then he nudged his body between her splayed legs, forcing them to open more. He felt her slight resistance.
“Trust me.” Tenderly, he kissed his way down her satiny body. He loved how she squirmed with desire, even as a flush of embarrassment over her exposed body highlighted her flesh. Moving lower, he blew on her hot wet opening. She almost bolted up from the grass, so he used his magic to lock her arms in place over her head.
“Tulon, what are you doing?”
“Pleasuring you well, my spitfire.” He grinned, sitting back on his heels to look at her.
She was still arching her neck off the grass to warily watch him. What he wanted to see in those sky-blue eyes of hers was blazing passion.
“Using your magic to hold me down isn’t fair play. Ohh,” she said, breathlessly.
“So, you are a believer in magic now.” Before she could respond to his statement, he grasped her ass and brazenly opened her swollen nether lips with his fingers. She glistened with creamy sex. Still, he wanted more. She panted with need.
The secrets the magic was revealing to him astonished him. Things were starting to make more sense to him from the night he had undergone his thrush. However, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Grinning, he rocked back on his heels.
“I think your legs are going to be the death of me,” he admitted. Before she had time to reply, he once again used his power to position her just the way he wanted.
Her ass was slightly lifted off the ground, her legs were opened wider and her knees were bent to provide him with the perfect angle for his affection. Her pussy glistened at him. Her oomph of surprise became a heady moan when he kissed each cheek.
Her nub gleamed at him…beckoning to him. He planned to taste, suck and devour her hot pussy until she climaxed again and again.
A slow, gentle flick of his tongue on her nub was her first warning. Thankfully, she kept silent. Then he bent his head to her swollen labia lips and laved her as if he were a creature dying of thirst. She tasted like the dewy grass and he loved it. Her moans of desire caused his cock to thicken more and his stones to ache.
“Play with your breasts,” he commanded, releasing his magical hold on her arms and lifting his head from her hot core, to ensure she did as instructed.
He read a moment of hesitation in her eyes and then watched as she complied. Her hands roamed over her breasts, brushing the undersides as she pushed them up for his eyes.
“Pinch them,” he rasped, as he inserted a finger into her slick opening. What he really wanted to do was ram her with his throbbing cock. Picking up the tempo with his finger, he watched her pinch her nipple
s to hardened peaks.
“Ohh,” she said, slowly becoming more aware of what her body liked.
On her own she raised her ass up to him, inviting his touch. As innocent as she was, there was a wild passion simmering within her waiting for release. Thankfully, he was the right creature for the job.
“Say it,” he demanded, blowing on her wet pussy. Her cream was seeping out of her opening like honey and he would like nothing better than to dip his aching cock deep within her nectar.
“Say what?” she croaked, when he once again blew on her swollen lips, the entire time stroking her hard with his finger.
“What do you want me to do, Rowena?” He keenly knew what she wanted, what she needed, but he wanted her to say it.
He waited another minute and then he blew on her nub once more. He chuckled when she tried to buck her ass up even closer to his mouth. She was squirming with the need for release but until she told him exactly what she wanted, he planned to keep up the torture, even though his stones felt as heavy as lead and his cock was jumping to attention.
“Suck me,” she said, her face turning crimson with her admission.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted her to show him. “Show me what you want me to suck. Show me what your pussy needs,” he demanded.
Without preamble, his feisty spitfire sat up, opened her legs wider, reached between her legs and opened her swollen nether lips with her hands. “Suck that,” she demanded, tilting her chin up in defiance, knowing she had met his challenge, as she displayed her pink, pebbled nub to him.
“With pleasure.”
Cupping her ass with his hands, he took her nub into his mouth and sucked hard, knowing instinctively that she liked it rough.
Freeing one of his hands, he once again stroked her opening. This time he plunged two fingers deep inside her so he could stroke and suck.
“Ohh, yes, oh yes, ohh, mymymy…”
When Rowena came, her juices poured into his mouth. It was the best warm honey cream he had ever tasted. Her body shuddered. Her hands gripped his hair, clasping his head to her core. Only once the shudders subsided and after he had licked her dry did he release her.
“Turn over,” he said.
Drowsy, sex filled eyes looked up at him. He knew she was wondering what he wanted, but he held back.
“Trust me,” he repeated again, watching as she turned over, her round ass solid and tilted up, as she positioned her arms underneath her.
“On your knees, Rowena,” he whispered into her ear.
“Tulon…”
“Do it,” he growled, moving behind her to force her if need be.
When she complied, he growled. Now this was a sight he could look at for days. Her short spiky hair provided him with a perfect view of her long neck, graceful back and an ass he could worship forever. Her breasts, still swollen from her climax, swayed under her.
“Tulon, I don’t think—”
“I don’t want you to think. I want you to enjoy,” he said through gritted teeth. Pleasuring her was slow torture for him.
Pushing her down onto her arms, her ass rose up higher to meet him. Her core was still dripping with her sex, so he moved up to lick her cheeks. Then he smacked her.
“Ooh,” she said, alarmed and excited all at once.
This was the Rowena he had glimpsed. Another smack, followed by nips and kisses on her flushed ass had her moaning and squirming for more.
When both of her cheeks were pink from his handprints, only then did he give in to his need to feel her wet pussy muscles clench his aching cock.
Plunging deeply into her, he loved how she moved back, almost sitting on his stones. He mercilessly plunged again and again into her, almost touching her womb. Faster and faster he pumped inside her, holding her around the waist, so he could angle his cock just so.
With his other hand, he pebbled her still sensitive nub into a state of frenzied desire.
“Tulon, stop…I can’t…oh mymy,” said Rowena, when he slightly pinched her nub between two fingers.
Pounding into her, sweat broke out on his forehead. It was hard to keep the release he ached for at bay. He needed her to climax again, so he forced her head down to the grass, which provided him with a better angle.
Mercilessly he stroked her. Between his shaft’s pounding rhythm and his fingers pebbling her nub, he knew the minute she got swept away in her own passion. She squirmed her ass against him, causing his cock to move in a circular motion that made him see red.
“Tulon,” she screamed, arching her back and ass more into him, as she strained again for release. Her muscles clenched around his shaft and that was it. He swore he saw stars, as he gave in to the powerful need to spill his seed deep within her.
The hum of energy filled them. His magic soared around them, almost blinding him with the knowledge of it. Now it all began to make sense.
The memories of the night of his thrush crashed into his mind and he almost bellowed with the realization that he had been duped. While the need for revenge ran wild in his veins, he had taken a challenge oath and he meant to fulfill it.
Lying next to Rowena on the crushed, warm grass, he realized this Maida woman had captured his heart, soul and his body. He wanted more than the physical aspect they shared. He wanted all of her. And he wouldn’t settle for anything else.
“Rowena, I need to tell you something,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch her reaction.
He watched as she turned over, her face and chest still flushed from her passion, her eyes still closed. Only once she opened them did he have a moment of hesitation.
What would she think, once he admitted he had accepted the challenge that Zickal had offered without giving thought to her needs. Probably the worst. He hated himself all over again.
“What?” she asked, her eyes cloudy with desire, as she looked up at him with innocence.
“I…um…” He didn’t know where to start.
Her hand on his cheek touched him deeply. He would rather walk through fire than tell her the truth.
“I need to tell you something. I accepted a challenge from Zickal that you’re not going to like. Honestly, at the time it seemed the only thing I could do to ensure we get off Mount Atrophe alive. What I have to say, you’re not going to like.”
“Then just say it, Tulon.”
“Fine. The challenge was that whoever made you climax three times won you and freedom.” There, I said it. Now she’s going to blow up at me and leave.
“Um, let me get this straight. Whoever, meaning either you or the prince, right?” she said, partially sitting up on her elbows to observe him.
Tulon nodded, not liking where this was going.
“Whoever could make me climax three times won freedom…um, that’s interesting…so, by my calculations, you still owe me one.” There was a wicked gleam in her bright sky-blue eyes.
Tulon gulped. That wasn’t the reaction he had expected. Once again his Rowena had surprised him. Having bared the terrible choice he had accepted, she rose to the challenge.
“Are you up to it…” She slowly slid her eyes down the length of him.
Immediately, his cock jumped to attention under her scrutiny.
“Because, by the Saints, I want out of this place.”
“Are you asking me to pleasure you again, Rowena?” asked Tulon, knowing full well his shaft was already throbbing with desire as he thought about what he’d really like to do to her.
She nodded, lying once again in the grass. “Pretty please.”
Her enticement caused all the hairs on his body to stand on end. He planned on not only pleasuring her, but he planned to claim all of her once and for all. He was about to brand her as his and to hell with the consequences.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
“Again,” she replied saucily, doing as he demanded.
“I plan to make all of you mine,” he said, licking her earlobe. Her shuddering shiver delighted him.
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��Then do it,” she demanded, turning her face to give him one of her sexy, do what you will smiles that melted his heart.
“With pleasure,” he replied,
With his cock still wet from their previous lovemaking and now once again thick and hard, he slid it along the crack of her ass. She squirmed against him, a little unsure. He didn’t want to talk about what he was doing, he just needed to do it—mark her as his. Brand all of her. Taking his cock in his hand, he positioned it at her other virginal opening and then slowly inched his way into her ass.
If she was going to protest, this would be the time. Instead, she oohed and aahed, as the new sensation filled her. Still sliding into her slowly, he moved a finger lower to stroke her sensitive nub. Then he couldn’t help himself. He plunged in, her tight opening giving way for his large cock.
He waited, letting her body get used to the hard feel of him.
“Move inside me,” she said, urging him on as she leaned more into him.
That was the only encouragement he needed. Pulling out of her tight ass he plunged in again, and again, the entire time his fingers tormenting her nub and her wet pussy below. She met his thrust by arching back into him, again and again, picking up the tempo. Then he moved his hands to her aroused breasts and tweaked her nipples hard, loving the feel of their weight in his hands.
He heard her cry out his name as she climaxed for the third time and he thanked the Saints he held back. Only once he felt the shudders run wild through her body did he let loose. His throaty cry of release shocked him. No woman had ever made him feel like Rowena had. That realization rocked his world. He knew, without a doubt, he would never let her go. She was his. She simply didn’t know it yet.
Then he bit her hard, forcing a part of his essence, the magic that ran in his cells, into her system. He planned on making her his forever.
“Tulon, what have you done?” she asked.
“You are mine. I have made you what I am,” he said, finally falling wearily to the grass.
“And what is that?” she asked, turning onto her back to lie next to him on the grass.
“This,” he said, holding out his hands to let the magic flow through his system. He felt the moment when his cells started to vibrate with the change. In a flash, he was whole—a Centaur, once again.
