CHAPTER#32

He was working her into a frenzy. She was lifting her hips now, pressing herself into him. Naia's voice cautioned him to back down if he wanted to continue. He uncrossed his fingers, savoring both her scent and tangy flavor.

He had every intention of getting her off, but he needed more time.

His own arousal had uncurled itself like a lazy cat in winter, stretching out before getting to work. However, that wasn't the part of him he was looking to connect with. No, he sought something much deeper and primal, hidden away somewhere inside his very soul.

The wild magic was like the pilot light of a furnace, turned down low and just waiting. While his fingers twisted against sensitive spots that elicited hot gasps of pleasure from Zel, he was attempting, for the first time, to turn the heat up all by himself. He could see it, a tiny blue spark flickering in the depths of his mind.

He was pleased when the first shock jumped from the tips of his free hand onto her thigh. Zel didn't seem to notice, and he continued feeding that inner fire, delighting in the movements of the woman beneath him.

Sparks formed on his fingers, spreading across the web of his thumb and all along his wrist. He teased Zel's short pubic hairs, picturing the sparks leaping from his hands to her skin. They formed thin streamers between the two of them, the magic traveling through her pelvis and back into his mouth. He disconnected, sticking out just his tongue to tease her clit.

"Oh!" Zel flinched when the spark jumped between them. "What are you doing down there?"

"Did you like it?" He looked up her stomach. Through the valley between her breasts, he could see her face appraising him.

"Very much."

"Good." He resumed, licking all along her inner folds, the sparks jumping back and forth between them. He concentrated on keeping the sparks where the action was occurring, watching them crawl along her skin and vanish. Her moans were louder now, but he pushed her legs off of him and sat up.

"I want to watch you," he told her, stroking his cock. "Play with yourself."

"Oh. Yeah, I can do that." Zel closed her eyes, her fingers finding her slippery slit. "I've never had a chance to really do this. Not in my true form, anyway."

"Do you need any help?"

She laughed, then let out a tiny moan. "I know where all the important stuff is, don't worry. I've done plenty of side research." She gasped when Mike leaned forward and pinched one of her nipples. Tiny sparks connected them, then vanished.

"I used to carve dildos on trees when I was younger." She moaned, using both hands to tease herself. "FInd a nice sturdy tree in the woods with some low, thick branches. Spend a few hours carving it into shape, then polish it so it's nice and smooth. Not super uncommon for centaur women, but I had to carve mine farther away from the tribe."

"Bet that was frustrating." He smiled at the sight of her, slick with her own juices, her furry legs spread to give him a full view.

"You have no idea. The first time I made one, I fucked it until my legs gave out. Came six times, had to walk back in the river, I was so sore back there."

"I bet it was hot to see." His cock was hard, cum leaking from the tip. He stroked with both hands, using her leftover juices as lube. The sparks inside of him were migrating and building up inside his cock. Every time he flexed it, it felt like he was about to blow his load.

"There was a field of tall grass not too far from the tribe. I learned at a young age that the grass was just the right height that if I ran through it, the tops would rub against me and get me off. Used to go on morning and evening runs all the time."

"Sounds like you were a naughty little centaur."

"I had a friend I used to run with. We would make a game of it, see who got off first." Zel's voice was shaky now, her words coming in bursts. She gyrated her hips on the bed, her fingers moving faster.

Mike had stroked himself to the point that he felt like he was about to lose his own load, but he knew that wasn't accurate. The magic had built up inside him with nowhere to go. LIttle sparks crawled across his skin, and he mentally commanded them to gather in just one place.

It was time.

He grabbed a handful of her tail and pulled, her whole body shifting toward him. She spread her legs wide and he placed his hands on her thighs, more sparks connecting them.

"What is that?" she asked, but he ignored her. Moving his hands to her hips, he guided his thick shaft between her swollen labia and pushed into her.

The effect was immediate. Zel's eyes widened and she let out a small scream, the energy inside of MIke dispersing through her. Her legs wrapped tightly around him and he grabbed her ass, thrusting into her slowly at first. Every time he bottomed out inside of her, he could see a fresh wave of electricity travel up along her body.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Mike, fuck me!" She grabbed at him, but her shaky hands kept missing. One hand clutched his thigh while the other grabbed a handful of bedsheet, twisting it hard enough that it popped free of the corner of the bed.

Go fast. Pound her hard, she wants it. Mike got his knees underneath both of them and raised his hips. Zel's bottom half lifted into the air, the head of his cock putting pressure directly on her g-spot.

Zel's cries were loud, and Mike saw a shadow go by the window. He looked out to see a stone figure leaning down from the roof, dark eyes intently watching them. Mike grinned at Abella, then returned his attention to Zel.