Episode Forty-Two Appaloosa

Z oron

I almost joke out loud that Eldar's little pleasure session with Lylah must have transformed our shy little gift, but I don't want to ruin the mood. Besides, Hazlan doesn't know what happened and I don't want him to feel left out.

Our new taskmaster relents and gives us more than the four minutes she threatened us with. Perhaps because dinner was so delicious. It wasn't that the meat we spitted and cooked in the hearth was so extraordinary. It was the anticipation of what was to come that was delicious.

It seems our female learned the value of double meanings.

"Do you think this big bite will fit in my mouth?" she asks with a wry smile.

When all three of us are too stunned to jump to her bait, she adds, "Joseph didn't feed me often. One thing I always wanted to try was sausages ."

By now I think all of us are over our surprise, but we stay quiet, just waiting to see what enticing thing she'll say next.

"He used to bring home three different types, all of different shapes and sizes. I wanted to taste them all."

At that last remark, Hazlan makes a sound I can't even describe as a groan. It's a feline noise, a combination of a mewl and a purr. Lylah takes no pity on him. It just makes her eyes sparkle with glee.

The proudborn and I might be too dumbstruck to tease her, but Eldar rises to the challenge.

"You were locked in the Works since you've been Down Below, right mate ?" His emphasis on that last word is so obscene he might as well have said fuck. "They never let you out of there, did they?"

He pauses, taking another bite of his seared rabbit while she shakes her head.

"This summer, we'll have to take you to a swimming hole. It's so wet , so deep , so… fulfilling to dive into. And the ripples are like velvet, almost greedily clenching you. After a session, you might be so spent you can barely stand, but you'll have your three mates to help you."

The brat has the audacity to wink at her.

Best of all, instead of blushing and stammering and fading away in embarrassment, she says, "That sounds delightful. I bet I could plunge right in, thrusting my hands through the water as I slide to the depths. It sounds like it could take my breath away."

By the time these two are done teasing each other, Lylah's scent could be smelled from miles away, and the three of us are stiff as hardwood.

Our female has somehow become unleashed, because she's the first one who moves from talk to action.

"I asked you hours ago, Zoron, how it would be done with the horse part of your anatomy. I think I shocked you because I never got an answer." She pierces me with a confident stare, demanding a response.

"I didn't answer because I thought you might come up with your own creative ideas." I'm playing it cool, but if someone's clothes don't get torn off very soon, I'm going to come. One of the disadvantages of being a centaur is that we don't wear pants. Though I've covered my straining cock with one of the furs, my long, thick erection is obvious.

"I have a plan. I just didn't want to steal anyone's thunder," she says, eyes wide in innocence.

"Steal away," the proudborn chokes out.

It's obvious all of us are more than ready to do our sweet mate's bidding.

"I thought I'd start with my mouth on you, Zoron."

She pauses after this statement, so every eye in the room has time to focus on my cock as it jerks under its inadequate fur cover.

"In my imagination, everything would fit together if…" she proceeds to lay out her idea as if she were a marauding general who'd labored for hours devising a plan of attack. I must admit, I think it will work.

"After that," she shrugs, "I figured we could wing it." Her gaze darts to Hazlan. "Sorry. It's an Up Above expression."

"N-no offense taken. Winging it sounds just fine."

She looks each of us in the eye, ensuring we're all happy with the plan, then shrugs out of her clothes. All of them.

When she's about to hit her knees in front of me, Eldar says, "Halt!"

She stops immediately, the briefest look of panic on her face, until he says, "Say ‘stars' if it gets too intense or there's something any of us don't like. You say ‘stars,' and it immediately stops."

He waits for the nods of agreement before turning back to Lylah and smiling at her like a white winter fox eyeing its prey.

"Now, let us all get a good look at you, mate. I'm certain none of us have gotten our fill."

She rises slowly. Perhaps the derisive insults of others are bombarding the thoughts inside her skull. It's only when she gathers her nerve to look at the appreciative gaze on each of our faces that she relaxes. A moment after that, a smile lights her face. How can it not? Her three males are looking at her as if we're seeing the most beautiful sight in the world.

"Twirl," Hazlan says. As if that wasn't clear enough, he uses his hand to make a circling motion as a visual aid. While she's complying, he rewards her with the most sensual, "Ahhh," noise I've ever heard.

Since Eldar was the one who stopped everything with his "Halt," I guess we're waiting for him to resume the festivities. He obliges by saying, "Carry on."

And she does.

She kneels, facing me between my front and back legs, and glides her hand across my flank. It's probably to soothe herself as much as me. She rode me for hours today, but it seems as though she's feeling my coat's soft texture for the first time.

"I never mentioned your coloring fascinates me, Zoron. It's so beautiful. Is there a name for this coloration?"

"Appaloosa."

"So all black except for a white ass filled with black spots, with pure-black mane and tail is called Appaloosa?"

"Aye."

"And your c-cock," she says. No one would blame her for stumbling over that word. Otherwise, she's doing so well.

"I guess that's Appaloosa, too," I say as I toss off the fur to uncover my cock, which has protruded from its sheath and is long and black with white spots.

A log pops on the fire, drawing all of our attention to the hearth.

"Why don't both of you attend to the fire for a while, or sit on the porch while our mate and I get acquainted?"

"That sounds fair." Eldar grabs the reluctant proudborn by the shoulder, turning him toward the door.

The moment they shut the door behind them, Lylah pivots to kiss me. It's lovely and sweet and sexy and full of affection. Now that we're alone, her reluctance slips away, and she asks, "Can I touch you? Put my mouth on you?"

"I've been waiting for this, Lylah. Do what you'd like."

That's all the permission she needs. She whirls on her knees, faces my cock, and strokes it.

"You're so long."

"Aye. When the time comes for the entering, sliding, and diving portion of our fun, it doesn't have to reach bottom. I'll take the greatest of care."

She gives me the sweetest feminine giggle, then bends to kiss the tip of my cock. Eldar always does this at the end, after he's given me release, but her doing this to start things fills me with happiness.

My happiness disappears a heartbeat later, replaced with sizzling lust when she swipes a taste of my pre-cum, then sucks me into her mouth farther than I would have thought possible with such a tiny female.

Her appreciative moan of pleasure makes me jerk in her mouth, which elicits another moan.

Since her mouth is occupied, I decide to fill the room with talk.

"So good, Lylah. You're taking my cock so well."

"Mmm," she says around my cock, the vibration making me pulse with pleasure.

"That's right. Just like that with your mouth as far as it can go and your hand at the base. Ahh."

Every word of praise I give makes her warm to her task even more.

"Oh!" My head is swimming. "Your other hand on my balls. Perfect. So good."

I was stroking along her spine, but I move to the globes of her ass and knead them. When I trail one finger down her back and along the seam between her cheeks, seeing if this area is off limits until later this evening, she bends to open herself to me.

"The perfect female to take three lovers," I say. "Before I spill in your mouth and ruin the scenario you've been fantasizing about all day, may I call the others in?"

"Mmm."

I take that as a yes.