Paths of the Chosen

Adria swallowed as Brid strode towards her. Clack, clack, came the sound of hooves on stone. She couldn't help but drink in the sight of him. He was huge in every respect. He towered over her by almost two feet. His arms and broad, bare chest rippled with powerful muscles. Then there was the rest of him, stretching out behind him in the form of a warhorse with coppery fur. And, bobbing and weaving under his belly, a hard, humanlike prick, its rounded tip drooling in anticipation.

Adria could feel her body reacting to his presence. Heat suffusing her body at the centaur's burning emerald gaze. Her nipples drawing up tight and hard. A trickle of wetness dripping down her inner thigh. She couldn't escape him. She knew it, he knew it, he knew that she knew it. Fine. She didn't want to.

What Adria wanted was to feel Brid's hands on her body. Exploring, measuring, learning, claiming. She wanted one of those dinner-plate-sized hands to cup her breasts. She yearned for his fingers to touch her, tease her, then trail down, down, between her legs, then back up, inside her, spreading her apart.

"Adria." His baritone voice drew her out of her daydream. Adria blinked up at Brid. He was so close! She rubbed her thighs together.

"Yes, sir?" Her voice came out as a squeak. She blushed even brighter under the flush of her arousal.

"Do you want this? Last chance to back down."

Adria swallowed. She was beyond nervous, her belly infested with a thousand frantic butterflies. "Yes," she managed to say. "I—I want this. You. I want you. Please?" Brid would accept her. She knew he would. He loved her just as much as she loved him. Maybe more. But still. He was so big. So powerful. Surely he'd break her? Perhaps she wanted to be broken, so long as he was the one doing it.

Those emerald eyes swallowed her up with their intensity. Adria's mouth opened of its own accord, her breath already coming in short, sharp pants. Brid reached down and palmed her cheek. His thumb pressed against her lips, between them. She closed around it, sucking, licking.

"Good girl." His voice, his words, made her shudder. The pool of liquid heat at her center turned to magma. She heard a needy, feminine moan, realized it was hers. He heard it too. Brid's eyes widened, then a slow smirk spread across his face. "Do you know what good girls do?"

"Whatever we're told," the fire burning inside Adria answered without hesitation.

"Stand up, Adria. Take off your clothes. I want to see you." Brid's voice was deeper now. Hungrier. His eyes drifted downward, and Adria realized she'd obeyed without thinking. She was swaying on her feet, her hands bunching up the hem of her shirt and raising it.

Slowly, inch by inch, Adria revealed herself to Brid. Part of her rebelled, wanting to hide her slacker's body, all soft and round and un-muscular. An athletic hunk like him couldn't possibly want to see that. Then her shirt was up, over her head, and tossed to the side. She stood rigid, not daring to lift her gaze back to his face.

"Beautiful." Brid's whisper washed over her with more force than a dragon's roar. She trembled, hardly believing her ears. He stepped forward into her personal space, one hand reaching out, hesitating an inch away from her skin. Adria stared at it, uncomprehending. Then Brid touched her, the feel of his palm and fingers enclosing her right breast seared into her mind for all time.

Adria arched her back in Brid's touch. Another moan, louder, more desperate, clawed its way from her mouth. He squeezed her tender flesh, a little rough, but she wanted more. His hand shifted to the side, making room for his thumb to find her hard, aching nipple. "Brid!" she cried out, her voice rising as he played with her. A finger joined the thumb now, rolling her nub between them.

"You sing so beautifully for me, love. But you are not obeying. Do you not want to be a good girl?" Between Brid's touch, the fire in his eyes, and that sexy, confident smirk on his lips, it took Adria a moment to understand his words and realize what he meant.

With a blush and a squeak, she dropped her hands to her waist. Thoughts of embarrassment vanished from her mind thanks to the intensity of Brid's gaze and the searing pleasure of his touch. Adria pushed her skirt down, shimmying and twisting her hips until it pooled at her feet. Between one heartbeat and the next, his hand was there, wrapped around her thigh. She looked up at him, biting her lip, begging with her eyes.

Brid's hand stroked her leg, then shifted, sliding inward, forcing her thighs apart. Forcing? Adria flung her legs open. She bared her soaking wet pussy to Brid's eyes, his hand, his fing—her mind went blank. He was touching her. His fingers split to either side of her gushing opening, laying alongside her lips. The heel of his palm pressed against her clitoral hood, the pressure exploding into pleasure.

"Please." Adria didn't realize she spoke until after the word was out of her mouth.

"Please, what?" Brid's smirk grew even wider. He knew what she wanted, what she needed.

Adria reached down and tried to pull Brid's hand tighter against her groin. Her fingers didn't even make it all the way around his wrist. "Please, Brid, please touch me."

"I am touching you?" It was phrased as a question, but Adria knew the command behind it. Beg, he told her. Beg for me, for my touch, to feel me inside you.

If he wanted her to beg, she would. She wanted to be his good girl. "Please, Brid, inside me. I want you inside me. Your fingers or—" She cut off as her love slid his middle finger between her folds. Even with his heel resting against her mons, his fingertip tapped at her rear passage. Did he want her there too? He'd split her in half. Adria rolled her hips forward, desperate to increase the contact. She'd never needed anything so much before.

Then she felt the pressure. Brid's blunt fingertip slid between her lips and pressed against her entrance, wiggling around and worming its way into her. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp. She tilted her hips, arching and twisting to expose the perfect angle to him. Deeper he sank, spreading her inner walls apart. Brid's palm rubbed back and forth across her clit. Adria's mind swam with unprecedented pleasure. Then, a moment later, it was gone. She was devastatingly empty once more.

Before she could utter more than a whimper of protest, Brid's arms surrounded her, lifting Adria up as if she weighed no more than a feather. She stared up at him, wide-eyed and panting. "I cannot wait any longer," he said to her. She felt cushions against her back. Brid released her, but his hands lingered on her body. "Roll over. Present yourself to me."

Adria obeyed. She spun in place, turning onto her hands and knees. Brid's lustful gaze burned into her back as she wiggled her butt and spread her legs for him. Adria trembled, waiting to feel the fur of his belly pressing down against her back. Waiting for his thick, hard cock to spear into her, finally claiming her.

Instead, she felt hands clasp her cheeks and spread them apart, followed by Brid's broad, wet, long tongue. Adria shrieked and tossed her head back at the sudden, unexpected sensation. Static filled her mind, pulsing to the beat of her rapid-fire heartbeat. Her whole world reduced to wet muscle slurping between her legs and strong hands kneading her ass.

Brid took his time, exploring every nook and cranny of Adria's groin. His tongue licked from her asshole up to her clitoral hood, then drilled between her lips. Adria barely felt herself sinking forward onto her elbows and lifting her butt higher. Nothing mattered but the ecstasy brought by his swirling, probing, sweeping appendage.

When Brid coaxed her clit free of its protective covering and sucked it into his mouth, the static in Adria's head exploded into a blinding white flash. She convulsed, dancing on the end of Brid's tongue. The pleasure rolled on and on and on, drawn out by his wicked touch. Not even feeling the wet tip squirming against her rear entrance stopped Adria from soaring to ever more distant heights.

Adria didn't notice Brid moving until his front hooves landed beside her ears, so powerful were the orgasms wracking her body. "You are mine," he said. His voice was low, hoarse, harsh, full of love and lust and need.

"Yes, yours, Brid, yours," Adria babbled. It was finally happening. She felt Brid's forelegs bend, hooves sliding under her to grasp her by the shoulders, holding her steady as his weight settled on her back. Adria shivered in eager, terrified anticipation when she felt the long, hard rod of his manhood against her belly.

Without thinking, Adria reached behind her and seized it. It was thinner than his wrist, but only a little. Her short fingernails grazed against her palm as she started to stroke him. As she'd observed through earlier furtive glances, it was shaped like a human's phallus, with a rounded head covered with slippery foreskin rather than the broad, flat head of a horse's dick. It wasn't nearly so long, either, though long enough for the slime trail to reach her belly button.

"Adria." Brid's voice thrummed through her body, energizing her. He wanted her. Wanted to put this inside her, to sink into her needy depths and thrust, rut, pound against her until he filled her with thick, white, creamy seed. Adria moaned and pushed her head against the bed. She needed it too. Needed to feel him using her, claiming her, ruining her for anyone else. She arched her back, pressing up against his belly to make space while she lined up his tip to her entrance.

"Do it. Please, Brid, take me." She held him as his thick cockhead butted against her, slipping around and grinding against her folds for several seconds before the tip caught in her. All the breath was sucked from Adria's lungs as the pressure mounted, as Brid forced his way into her.

Brid's finger made her feel full earlier. His cock went far, far beyond full. She felt her body strain and stretch to accommodate him, to make way for the girth and the length plowing inexorably forward. Her hand slipped down to rub fast and hard around her clit, combining pleasure with the dull ache of his plodding penetration.

"Adria," Brid rumbled from above her. "Gods, you feel so good. I can barely move with how tight you are around me."

Adria couldn't respond. She had no processing power to spare for speech. All of her attention was directed between her wide-spread thighs, at the nine inches of thick, hard manhood disappearing into her hungry pussy, and the fingers at her clit rapidly bringing her to another shattering climax. The pressure against her back increased, forcing her down, pinning her beneath her stallion.

Adria groaned as she felt Brid bottom out in her. How did it all fit? She could feel the hard bar of his cock against her forearm where it lay along her abdomen. It nudged against her belly button from the inside. Another rumble came from deep in Aidan's chest, then his hips pulled away from her upturned ass, dragging his cock along for the ride.

Adria moaned and flicked her clit even harder. Her pussy, the same one that so resisted swallowing Brid's manhood whole, now clung tightly to him, desperate to keep him inside. It did no better a job this time than before. She was powerless to stop him from fucking her. The thought bounced around her mind for a split second before detonating into another brilliant climax.

"Fucking good girl," Brid said as he felt her convulse around him. His voice burst inside Adria's skull in a radiant fireworks display. "Come on my fucking cock. Fuck, you feel incredible."

"Yes, sir," Adria managed to gasp out. "Coming for you, sir!"

"Good girl, good little mare." Brid pushed back into Adria's clasping depths. His progress was faster this time, bottoming out in only a couple of seconds. He withdrew, then thrust again, faster, harder. His relentless motions extended Adria's orgasm, somehow timed to shove her back to the peak just as the pleasure started to plateau.

Adria wasn't even rubbing herself anymore. She lacked the coordination. Instead, Brid's thrusts and retreats pushed and pulled her across the cushioned surface of the bed. The friction on her clit and nipples might lead to unpleasant consequences tomorrow, but right now, it was driving her to spiraling heights of pleasure.

"Yes, please, wanna be your little mare, always yours, oh, fuck, Brid, more!" Adria knew she was babbling but didn't have the presence of mind to care. Instead, she reached out in front of her, grabbing at anything to hold onto.

A thought came to Adria, an image of what a voyeur might see. Brid kneeling down on the bed, a pair of feminine, human arms extended out in front of him, two pale white legs spread wide to his sides. Nothing more of her would be visible beneath his thrusting, save perhaps for glimpses of her inner thighs or her vaginal lips clinging to Brid's cock as he withdrew from her.

Anyone who walked in would know who she belonged to. There would be no mistaking her scent filling the room or her ecstatic, muffled cries. Adria's arms and legs sought only to push her onto the stallion's driving manhood, not to escape or resist. She was a creature of pleasure now, a wanton slave to Brid's cock.

The centaur above her bore down on Adria as his thrusts grew quicker, sharper, harder. He pressed her flat against the bed until she couldn't even lift her hips to help him hilt himself in her. All she could do was lay beneath him, come, and cry out her pleasure.

"Here it comes, Adria," she heard him say. His thrusts grew short, barely pulling out a couple inches before slamming forward again.

She felt Brid's cock swell inside her. "Oh fuck, you're getting bigger!" she squealed. He was going to come in her. Fill her with his thick, virile semen.

An image of herself cradling a swollen belly, off-white milk trickling from nipples atop engorged breasts, flashed through Adria's mind. She didn't know if centaurs and humans were compatible. She hadn't thought about it. Hadn't considered whether she might get pregnant. If Brid might breed her, now or in the future.

"Yes!" Adria shouted in exultation as her peak erupted in a volcanic pyroclasm. Every nerve ending in her body sang. She writhed beneath Brid's crushing weight, clutching at the bed, kicking with her legs. A moment later, Brid shouted her name and lunged forward and down, knocking all the breath from her lungs. His cock swelled even further within her, then began to pulse. Adria felt warmth spread deep inside and knew that she'd fulfilled her purpose. If she could have locked her arms and legs around Brid, she would have. Instead, she lay pinned beneath him, trembling and convulsing in repeated aftershocks.

When she returned to her senses an uncertain amount of time later, Adria crossed her arms in front of her and stroked what she could of Brid's lower body. "I love you," she told him.

"I love you too, Adria," he replied. Then he shifted his weight and moved within her.

Adria's eyes widened. He was still hard as velvet-wrapped steel. "Brid?"

"I have not had enough of my good little mare yet. Unless you are asking me to stop?"

Adria shook her head frantically and spread her legs as wide as they would go. "Please, more, anything you want," she begged. Now she'd had a taste of it, she would never get enough of her stallion mounting her.

 

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Brid glanced at the gray-feathered harpy sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees. "Are you sure about this?"

"It's fine," Adria said in a soothing tone. "Look at her. She needs the love." She looped her hand behind Brid's neck and drew him down to her lips. "Besides," she whispered between kisses, "I want her too."

Brid's fingers wrapped around Adria's ponytail and tugged. She tilted her head back, baring her collared neck to his mouth. "I only want you," he murmured.

"You only need me," she corrected, stroking his shoulders and resisting the urge to moan. "You want her. Go ahead." Brid continued nibbling at her throat for a few moments longer before letting her go and walking over to Sunnild.

He knelt down behind her, placing a hand at the base of her wings. Sunnild started, then again when Adria cuddled up to her side. "We've decided," she told Sunnild. "We like you."

"Huh?"

"We like you, and we want to keep you," Brid added. Sunnild looked back and forth between them, eyes wide and luminous.

"Ya mean...?"

Adria smiled. She was adorable! "Yes. If you want to stay the night and see where this might go, you can." Adria placed her hand on Sunnild's hip. The girl trembled at her touch.

She stayed there, immobile but for the tremors running through her, for several long seconds. Then, Sunnild spun, launching herself into Adria's lap and pressing parted lips to hers. Adria choked back a giggle at the poor girl's enthusiasm. She shifted her weight and dropped her hands to cup Sunnild's pert butt, squeezing and kneading as the kiss went on and on. Two hard points formed atop the harpy's smaller boobs as they pressed against her own.

Not to be ignored, Brid scooped them both up in his arms. Sunnild gasped at the unexpected motion and clung tight to Adria. "We should move this somewhere more appropriate," he said, walking toward the bedroom.

A few seconds later, he deposited them in a tangle on the bed, then sank down beside them. One large hand explored each of their bodies, stroking their hair, backs, thighs, and butts. Adria and Sunnild resumed their kiss, squirming and writhing against each other at Brid's touch.

"I want you too," Sunnild said in a gasp between hungry kisses. "Both of you."

"You can have us," Brid said in the rumbling register he only reached when he was hard and raring to go.

Sunnild shook her head. "I want you both at the same time."

Adria smiled and nuzzled the bird-girls nose. "Okay. Here, let's try it this way." She wriggled around on the bed until she lay supine. She patted her belly. "Climb aboard."

Sunnild crawled over her, her tiny, hard nipples dragging a burning trail up Adria's belly. The harpy's mouth teased every inch of skin she passed. She paused to suckle for several moments at Adria's breasts, sending bolts of arousal straight to her core. Adria arched her back and held Sunnild to her chest, though she didn't make an issue of it when the girl pulled away. Instead, Adria tugged at her shoulder, pulling Sunnild up until she could kiss her again.

"Get up on your hands and knees and brace yourself." Sunnild complied readily enough. Adria took the opportunity to run her hands over the younger girl's athletic body, cupping her smaller breasts and teasing those cute little upturned nipples. Sunnild's head tilted back at the attention, her eyes closing in pleasure. "Let me feel how ready you are. My love can be a bit rough on a girl the first time."

"Okay," Sunnild whispered. Adria detected a hint of uneasiness to the girl's tone but assumed it had to do with her warning. She slid one hand down the harpy's toned belly, then between her thighs. Hot, wet flesh greeted her. Sunnild was dripping a steady stream of thin, oily lubrication. Adria teased the girl's folds for a little while before slipping a finger inside.

"Oh!" Sunnild gasped and flung her head back at Adria's touch. Her hips tilted and swung backward, seeking more contact.

"Does it feel good? Not too full?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Do you want more?"

"Mm! Please!"

Adria smiled and added a second finger to the mix. She twisted and curled them inside the gray-feathered girl. Her tunnel felt different from a human's. No surprise there. The biggest difference was a firm, raised ridge running along the top of Sunnild's inner passage. The girl gasped and thrust against her hand when Adria stroked it. Maybe it was an extension of the clitoral nerve? Whatever it was, it was clearly a hot spot.

After stoking Sunnild's fires for a few minutes, Adria pulled her fingers free and brought them to her mouth to taste. Sweet, maybe a hint of vanilla, or she might be imagining it. She smiled up at Sunnild, who looked down at her with hooded eyes. "I think it's time we let Brid play, don't you?"

"Mm!"

Her Soulmate didn't need any more prompting. Adria felt the bed shift as Brid moved behind them, then Sunnild stiffened above her. "He's so good with his tongue, isn't he?" Adria asked.

"Mm-hmm! Uh! Good!"

Adria stroked Sunnild's sides, watching the expressions on the girl's face change as Brid devoured her. A flash of disappointment in Sunnild's eyes was her only warning before Adria felt Brid's hands seize her hips and pull her up onto his tongue. Adria let her head fall back and her thighs spread wide. God bless men who loved to eat pussy. Sunnild's mouth descended on her from above, stifling her moans while Brid drove her to the cliff's edge. Then he was gone.

Adria groaned her frustration and lifted her hips, seeking her partner's tongue. "Settle down, love," Brid told her. "You will get yours. Sunnild, are you ready for more?"

Sunnild broke off from kissing Adria and glanced over her shoulder. She trembled for a moment at the site of Brid towering over the two of them. Then, she shifted her weight, pressing her torso to Adria's and lifting her butt higher in the air. Her wings spread out to the sides, clearing the way for Brid. "Please?" she asked, voice halfway between desperate and uncertain.

Adria cupped Sunnild's cheek and gently turned her head to look her in the eyes. "It'll be fine," she said. "Brid won't hurt you." The centaur in question stepped forward, careful not to step on either of his lovers as he straddled their bodies. "He'll feel so good above you," Adria continued as Brid lowered himself down. "And even better when he fills you."

Adria's legs were inside of Sunnild's, so she wrapped her ankles around the younger girl's and spread them wide. Sunnild's head dipped down, staring between her body and Adria's at the object of her desire. Adria reached down and caught her Soulmate's dangling prick, pumping it several times while Sunnild watched. Then she angled it up, rubbing the tip against the harpy's large, bulging clit for a few seconds before notching it at her entrance.

"Last chance," Brid said, voice tense from the strain of holding back.

"Do it. Please, Lord Brid." A moment later, Sunnild tucked her head against Adria's neck and bit down, muffling a soul-deep groan of pleasure.

"That's right," Adria cooed, stroking Sunnild's thigh as she trembled. "Let him in. Feel him filling you so full."

"Mm-hmm! MM!" Sunnild's right hand sought out Adria's left, their fingers tangling together.

"Does she feel good, Sir?" Adria asked.

"Gods, she is even tighter than you." Brid's voice was strained.

Adria giggled and squeezed Sunnild's hand. "Because you haven't made her body learn how to take you. Not yet."

"Mm!" Sunnild moaned and bit down harder.

Adria shivered and bared her neck. One of the things she missed with Brid as her only lover was love bites. "Ooh, I think she likes the idea."

"She just came. It is like a fucking silken vice squeezing me."

Sunnild's left hand, the one not tangled with Adria's, grabbed Adria's thigh and followed it down between her legs. "Ooh, yes, little one. Rub my pussy while my lover makes you come all over his cock." She spread her legs even wider, welcoming Sunnild's touch. Nimble fingers danced over her lower lips, up to her clit, then between her folds. Sunnild rocked above her and squealed against Adria's neck as Brid pulled out and thrust in again.

Sometime between Brid's third and fourth thrusts, Sunnild pulled her mouth from Adria's neck and panted, "I need you, Lady Adria, please? Please, can I have you?"

Adria tilted her neck to nuzzle against the girl's shoulder. "You have me, sweetling. Do whatever you want."

Sunnild's hips started to thrust and rub against Adria's. She reveled in the sensation of their slippery clits glancing off each other, especially every fifth or sixth rotation, when Brid shoved Sunnild down against her. Then she felt something odd. Sunnild's clit started to... was it getting longer? It was. The girl's hips rolled in longer motions, now dragging her lengthening member through the center of Adria's folds.

"What.. is that... do you have a...?" Adria was stunned, unable to form a coherent sentence. Was Sunnild some sort of hermaphrodite?

"Uh-huh," Sunnild panted. "We all do. For when men are scarce."

"Oh, honey," Adria moaned as Sunnild's girl-cock glanced off her entrance. She buried her head in the harpy's shoulder. "Oh, do it, please." Sunnild's fingers guided herself to Adria's opening, teasing the tip up and down. Then Brid thrust down into Sunnild, and both women cried out as the impact forced Sunnild all the way into Adria.

"Oh, mm, mm," whimpered Sunnild. "Oh, Lady Adria, Lord Brid, you feel so good!"

"Are you fucking my Soulmate while I fuck you?" Brid's voice was as aroused as Adria ever heard it.

"Mm-hmm!" "She is!"

"Fuck. So hot." Brid withdrew, pulling Sunnild's hips up with him, then thrust again, spearing into her depths even as she sank into Adria's.

"Oh, yes!" Adria cried out, arching and twisting. This was completely unexpected. She saw the hints now, but she never expected to end this night impaled on Sunnild. The girl's member wasn't half as thick as Brid's, nor quite as long, but it didn't matter. Adria wallowed in the sensation of Sunnild's breasts against hers, her mouth biting at Adria's neck, and the smooth, slender cock burrowing inside of her.

She unwrapped her legs from Sunnild's and rotated, repositioning her hips so that the younger girl was driving straight down into her. It also let her hook her heels around Brid's flexing rump, adding her minuscule strength to pulling him down into the pair of them. Her Soulmate grunted and settled down on top of them, pressing the two women together. They moaned into the crooks of each others' necks as he hammered away at Sunnild and, through her, Adria.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sunnild writhed between them. "Oh, Lord Brid! Lady Adria! I'm, I'm close!"

"Do it," Brid urged. "Come on my cock and come in my mate." His pace increased as if to drive the girl onward.

"Do it," Adria agreed. "Come for us, Sunnild."

"Mm! Mm! Oh, Lord, Lady! Ah!" Sunnild convulsed above Adria, her hips thrusting, lunging deep into her as her member pulsed and jerked inside. The girl's mouth clamped tight against Adria's shoulder and her fingers dug into her skin. Adria reveled in the sensations.

"Ooh, she's coming inside me, love. It's so warm. Are you going to fill her tight little virgin pussy? Gonna give her a baby while she gives me one?" Of course, thanks to her precautions, neither could happen right now, but who cared?

Brid let out a strangled groan above her and surged hard against Sunnild's upturned ass. "Oh, fuck, Adria, Sunnild!" The impact was enough to force air out of Adria's lungs and draw a quiet, choked cry from Sunnild. Brid pulled back an inch, then lunged forward again. Sunnild's spasming cock burrowed deeper into Adria with each wet smack of Brid's hips against the harpy's pert butt.

"Ooh, Lady Adria, I came inside you," Sunnild whimpered. "What if you get pregnant?"

"Uh!" Adria moaned, arching. Sunnild's question sounded genuine. She shouldn't be getting off to this. She should reassure the girl. Instead, Adria slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit hard and fast.

Despite her concern, Sunnild's hips wiggled and bounced against Adria's, no longer making any effort to withdraw. The harpy's girl-cock was still pulsing, jerking, spreading wet warmth deep inside her. Adria's legs pulled tight, squeezing herself up against Sunnild and impaling herself a fraction of an inch deeper. "Oh!" she cried out. "Oh, fuck, there's so much! How are you coming so much?"

"I can't help it," Sunnild moaned. "You both feel so good."

Bright sparks danced behind Adria's closed eyes as her fingers went into overdrive. Impossible images of a naked, pregnant Sunnild holding her by the hips and thrusting into her from behind filled her mind's eye. Her own swollen belly and leaking tits swayed beneath her in time to the motion of Sunnild's pert ass.

"Ah! Ah! Coming!" Adria howled, her back jackknifing as her inner muscles clamped down around Sunnild's still slowly pulsing member.

It took a few minutes for the three of them to calm down. Well, in a relative sense. Brid was still hard as ever after a single orgasm. But Adria and Sunnild were curled up together, free from the centaur's weight pressing them to the bed. "It's okay, sweetie," Adria whispered. "I liked it, you liked it, Brid certainly liked it. We're all adults, and nobody forced anybody."

"But what if..." Sunnild sniffled.

"Centaurs aren't cross-fertile. And if you’re worried about me, don’t be. I have control over my fertility."

"Really?" Gray eyes peeked up at Adria through darker gray crest feathers.

"Really." Adria smiled at her new lover and kissed her forehead.

"Then, um..." Sunnild squirmed. A hot, slender bar of flesh rubbed against Adria's thigh.

She had to laugh. "You're hard again?"

"Mm-hmm. You're so sexy, I can't help it." Sunnild ducked her head.

"Okay, but this time, I'm in the middle. I want you both."