Enjoying A Stable Relationship

Xex Warning : Oh boy is there. As my earlier warnings indicate, this work describes an evening's romp between Ephiny and her centaur husband. Nothing else. See the Author's explanation below for more details. Not quite a typical alt piece, but very alt just the same. I liked Katrina's "Stable Influences," but it was really more an X&G story, and didn't really answer the question it posed : "How?" So... here's how.

Language warning : There are various naughty words, primarily some more or less vulgar names for various body parts. While I tried to limit these, there are only so many non-"obscene" synonyms for the naughty bits in the english language, so they show up here and there. Considering the subject matter, this shouldn't bother you too much if you decide to continue ahead. While this is probably nongermane to this heading, I write convoluted sentences, and as one prereader said, describe the action a lot... Which might affect the eroticism. Work with me here, and try to enjoy it despite my literary shortcomings. It's my first effort I've felt confident enough to post - even if it was my first venture into writing erotic fiction.

Miscellaneous Disclaimers : No Joxer, no alcohol consumption, no drugs, no henbane and no subtext - in this part of the story anyway, since according to TPTB, there are no female centaurs, hence the need for this story.

Xenite Disclaimer : Although she was a little sore after the writing of this piece, Ephiny really, really enjoyed herself, and wasn't really harmed in the production of this work. Her hut did need a good scrubbing afterwards, though.

Author's Explanation : This is one of a set of 2 or 3 flashbacks that take place buried within a larger story. The flashbacks are coming to me very easily, the overall story much harder (which makes sense, since I had the ideas for the flashbacks first). Since the flashbacks can more or less stand alone, I decided to post these separately, and then have the overall story posted later when it was done. That's why it is a little strange in the opening and ending - it's a flashback Ephiny has while talking to Gabrielle and soaking in the Amazon's hot springs (note the clue to the alt nature of the overall story). Enjoy!

Flame Warning : Comments and feedback are welcome, but don't bother flaming, since all flames will immediately be fed to Ammit the Devourer, and will be weighed with your heart against the feather of truth upon your eventual demise. Hades won't like it, either. <VBEG>

Part 1

Ephiny leaned back in the steaming water of the swirling hot spring and ruefully tried to think of an answer for Gabrielle's not so innocent questions. Gods, how could she tell her...

She had never even considered discussing her sex life with Phantes with anyone. Not that any of the other amazons had ever asked her, but...she couldn't refuse Gabrielle anything. She wondered how to explain - how to describe what they had shared. She was no bard, for Artemis' sake!

Could she tell her about their failed attempts? The moons of embarrassing and intimate instruction by the old widow? The painful injury she had sustained when they had gotten overeager and overconfident? Or should she simply stick to the good times? That would probably be best, she decided...stick to the good times - even if her queen was...very interested, best not to confuse her too much, especially with the other problem to deal with.

With a great deal of surprise, she realized she could think back on those good times without the pain of the memory of his loss. Oh, it hurt, but not with the raw agony she felt in the moons right after his death. Gladdened, she thought back with more enthusiasm, and almost without being aware of it, a smile slowly grew on her face as her memories of the past unrolled before her minds eye.

Gabrielle watched her friend closely as her eyes slowly lost focus as she sank into the memories of the past. As Ephiny's breathing deepened and her face began to flush, she whispered, "Gotcha..."

Ephiny thought back to that fateful day so long ago. They hadn't been married long - long enough to actually be able to mate, but not so long that her pregnancy would interfere. It had been a day like any other day in the married couple's life the reminiscing amazon mused; Phantes had helped at the forge, then helped in the building of a new barn. She herself had hunted and brought in a large stag...nothing unusual for either. It had only turned memorable after dinner when they had been returning to their small home. The memory of it lingered in her mind, even all these years later. She could remember it so well...

They had been walking slowly in companionable silence back to their hut when they heard it - the unmistakable sounds of a centaur rutting. The grunts, squeals, and ecstatic cries were loud enough to be heard in most of the village. Gods, the sounds were erotic. They had hurried past the occupied hut, slightly embarrassed, but Phantes had been...excited by the noises with a voyeuristic thrill, and Ephiny was feeling a bit...flushed by it, also. She could hardly wait until they were back in their own hut to reach out to him.

They were barely inside the door of their home when Ephiny kissed her husband softly, her arms reaching up to wrap around his shoulders, then pulling his head down so she could reach his lips. Phantes deepened the kiss, stroking Ephiny's back gently with one large hand while pressing her firmly against his equine forequarters with the other.

"Feeling...frisky, are we?" the amazon asked with a smile, raising one eyebrow. His upper lip curled into a half-grin - a sure sign of his interest. She was a little tired from her hunt, but she was feeling a little frisky too. With a teasing grin, she pushed her curly blonde hair back out of her face and tucked it behind one ear. Her other hand reached behind his human torso and began stroking his back firmly, rubbing the firm muscles with a practiced touch. The point of union between human and equine halves often grew sore with hard labor, and she had soon learned how to soothe those aches - and to do other things.

The centaur could only smile down at his wife in pleasure at her touch, before finally drawing back, his hooves clicking on the stone floor of their home. "You have no idea how good that feels to me..." His tail swished back and forth in excitement, the long hairs brushing against his hind legs.

Planting a quick kiss on her husbands lips, she ducked between his forelegs, one hand trailing languidly down his torso as she went, to gaze upon his arousal, which was already unsheathed from the pouch of skin that held it and growing longer as she watched. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea..." she murmured in return, her breath hot on his belly as she moved beneath him.

Breathing deeply, his sides heaving as he felt her breath and hands on him, Phantes carefully planted his legs as far apart as he could comfortably keep them to give her room to work while still being solidly supported. "Gods, I love it when you do this," he managed to say hoarsely. (no pun intended)

Delicate fingers reached out and gently wrapped around his stiffening rod, her tanned skin showing in clear contrast against the dark chocolate coloration of his stiffening flesh. The shaft was long - already over a foot in length, and still growing - and darkened from the deep brown of his coat to a brown so dark as to look black at the flaring head. The small distension of his urethral process looked almost shockingly pale against that black background, and the clear fluid that was beginning to drip from the end let her know exactly how appreciative he was of her efforts.

She positioned herself under him very carefully, intensely aware of the powerful muscles twitching in the four legs surrounding her, and her husband's inability to see what she was doing. Her early attempts at stimulating his manhood (centaurhood?) had more than once provoked involuntary kick reflexes, but after several moons of practice, her skillful fingers only made his penis swell with growing lust. When properly positioned, she was crouched under him, muscles braced to move swiftly if needed, but forced to lean forward to fit beneath the barrel chest. "It's a good thing I'm not taller," she mused silently, looking up at the furry belly brushing against the top of her hair.

A deep groan from her husband and a nervous twitch of his tail caused a lustful grin to briefly cross Ephiny's face. Now for the necessary part, she mused. Pulling a bucket of water from underneath a nearby table, she reached in and pulled out a dripping rag. Wringing it out, she gently but firmly began cleaning his expanding member. Being built almost identically to a horse had some advantages (as the growing heat and dampness of anticipation rising in her center could attest) but the quantity of smegma nature provided could definitely be a mood killer at times; still, she hardly cared about the necessity of cleaning him any more - and as she watched Phantes' cock twitching - slapping irregularly against his belly while she worked - she knew he certainly didn't mind very much.

Dropping the rag next to the bucket, she ran her tongue gently across the flare at the end of his prick, testing both his responsiveness and the taste. The sudden twitch of reaction in the forearm-length penis nearly poked her in the eye. "Oh, yeah," she thought. "He's ready."

"Gods, Eph...don't tease me - not now..." he panted, his fists clenched tightly as he fought the instinctive urges that rose in reaction to the sensations she was provoking in his heated flesh.

Pushing the bucket back under the table and out of the way, she readied herself for her labors, slipping her leather top off before tossing it next to the bucket (leather could be so hard to get stains out of...).

With a smirk, she gently kissed him just behind the flare, adding a quick lick of her tongue down the length. "I wouldn't do that, my love."

Phantes' rear legs quivered briefly as he groaned. Forcing himself to remain still lest he crush his wife beneath his weight, he could only groan, "Oh, gods..."

Leaning forward, Ephiny licked the side of the flare again, tasting the salty clear lubricant that glistened at the tip of the distended urethral process, before wrapping her hands as far as they could go around the still hardening shaft. She felt the weight of him, and noticed he had fully unsheathed, his cock now extended to its full length, though it continued to swell as the thick veins girdling it pulsed heavily beneath her fingers. The slick heat of his turgid flesh burned beneath her loving hands as she began stroking with both hands, her fingers gliding across the steaming flesh with steady rhythmic motions. Her hot breath blew in a soft caress of heated air across the swollen, flaring head, and in response it swelled even larger as she continued to work.

Her own arousal rose as she stimulated his tumescent flesh, relishing the damp heat rising from his body, and the heavy animal smell of arousal he exuded. She felt the growing dampness of her center, and she slowly began rocking as she crouched, moving her hips as her shoulders flexed. This not only gave her greater reach in her stroking, it rubbed her moistening lower lips together in a slow rhythm, and brushed the erect nub of her pleasure against the soft leather of her skirt.

She worked slowly, increasing the pressure and speed of her hands gradually as she went, gauging her speed by the sound of his groans and cries. Her muscles flexed under the tanned skin of her arms as her hands stroked, and her new pendant bounced gently back and forth between her breasts as her shoulders moved. The lubricant flowed nearly continuously from Phantes in testament to her efforts, occasionally squirting out in a sloppy spray to splash against her breasts, though she made an effort to catch the juice in her loving hands and spread it along his length to ease the friction of her stroking.

Removing one hand from his member, she reached back and gently ran her fingers across his testicles, her fingers gentle as she replaced the stimulation from that hand with her lips and tongue. Running her lips down the length of his shaft, she pressed him firmly against her mouth with her free hand, sandwiching him deliciously within her grasp, and drawing a carnal moan of delight from him. Moving her tongue in delicate patterns, she traced intricate designs in saliva along the length of his blood- engorged pole, tasting the salty, musky fluid she continued to gather to lubricate him. The muscles rippling beneath the velvet skin of his legs gave mute demonstration of both the power of his body, and of her deft ministrations.

Pushing the limits of flexibility in his humanoid torso, Phantes leaned down to look between his forelegs to see his wife. Grasping his legs with his arms, he fought to maintain the uncomfortable position, the leather harness crossing his torso creaking as it stretched to accommodate the flexing muscles of his powerful upper body. The differences in bodies between centaurs and humans caused many problems, but in his opinion, one of the greatest was his inability to see his lovely amazon wife while she pleasured him. (He wanted to buy a mirror to help with this, but do you have any idea how much Salmoneus wanted for one? Let alone the cost of shipping and handling...)

Feeling her husband's body start to dip over her head as he shifted positions, Ephiny turned her head briefly to look over one shoulder. Seeing him looking at her through his forelegs, she twisted slightly, giving him a fine view of the silhouette of her breasts while she continued to work his shaft.

Phantes groaned in appreciation of her efforts, his cock jerking slightly as his arousal neared a peak. He felt the strain of maintaining the ungainly position, but ignored it, relishing the sight of the amazon caressing him. He flicked his tail lightly, caressing her bare back with its silken length as she continued the stimulation.

Ephiny locked eyes with her husband, the smoldering fires of her own lust clear in her eyes as she made an exaggerated lick along his shaft with her tongue, giving him a quick display. She watched his head begin to quiver as she continued stroking his length, and realized he couldn't maintain the uncomfortable position much longer.

Taking one hand away from her labors, she tore off her short leather skirt and tossed it away, revealing herself fully to him. Her eyes lidded briefly as she ran her hand through her silken folds, drenching her fingers in her free-flowing essence, and causing a sultry expression to cross her face from the stimulation.

Moving swiftly, she scooted backwards towards his quivering head, one hand deftly continuing to tease and caress the flare of his penis even as the glistening one reached out to her husband. Phantes' tongue darted out and licked the length of her fingers, drinking in the treat she offered.

The straining muscles in his back had suffered enough; the discomfort had turned to a sharp pain he could not stand for long, and so with a grunt he let go of his forelegs. He straightened his torso and uneasily shifted his hooves as he fought for balance once his center of gravity shifted upward again. Ephiny froze and tensed her leg muscles, then gradually relaxed as he recovered.

Drawing in huge lungfulls of air, he strained to recover from his exertions. "I love you..." he finally breathed, the words sounding heartfelt despite his shortness of breath. He savored the taste of her nectar she had given him, licking his lips to get every drop of her tangy juices while continuing to enjoy her ministrations.

Ephiny smiled, hearing the love clearly in his voice. She giggled slightly happy at his response to her offering, the vibration from the sound quivering through his shaft. "I love you, too." She returned her full attention to his prick, both hands increasing their tempo along his length as her mouth joined in the stimulation.

The amazon's tender ministrations were definitely having an impact. Phantes' sides heaved as he fought to draw enough oxygen to cool the blood that seemed to rush through his veins in a fiery torrent, and his rear legs periodically twitched as he fought the urge to thrust with his powerful hindquarters - a move that might have injured his wife - while his delighted groans filled the air. Ephiny gauged his reactions carefully, knowing he was nearing climax and watchful of the dangers it presented to her.

Feeling a slight change in the rigidity of the shaft, she knew he was getting close. She opened her mouth wide, feeling the pain of distending her jaw further than was comfortable, and took the swollen end into her mouth, scraping lightly across the uneven texture of the flare with her teeth. With an effort, she smothered his glans in the torrid cavern, swallowing convulsively to clear her throat as another squirt of his lubricant briefly threatened to choke her. Though the flare of his prickhead was smaller than a true horse's, it was still more than large enough to stretch the muscles of her jaw uncomfortably. Once her aching jaw became somewhat accustomed to the massive intrusion, she resumed her attentions. Swirling her tongue in and around the opening in the end, she redoubled the motion of her arms, increasing the stimulation even more in an effort to bring him to a climax.

"Ephiny!" the centaur cried out, stiffening his legs and involuntary hunching his hindquarters as he felt her tongue probe into a most sensitive part of his anatomy. "I'm...Gods, I'm..."

The amazon was already ready, having read the signs of imminent orgasm even before Phantes had spoken. Hurriedly, she pushed the bulging end from her mouth with her tongue, while pulling firmly on his shaft with her hands. She added a swirl to the tip with her tongue as it came free from between her wide-stretched lips with a slurping pop. She had to hurry - it had stretched her mouth to the limit when merely erect - when it bulged in the moments just before ejaculation it could easily tear the muscles or dislocate her jaw.

Ephiny kept stroking, the friction of her hands sending him rushing headlong towards a paroxysm of pleasure. She felt the veins stiffening as the blood rushed into his shaft in a heated rush, and the channel on the underside began to pulse irregularly as it tightened itself in preparation for the coming ejaculation. Giving the glans one final kiss and lingering lick with her caressing tongue sent him over the edge.

Before she could move out of the way, the head flared and expanded, and a massive spurt of watery white jism erupted forth, splashing across one cheek and into the hair behind one of her ears. Sputtering a bit at the thin liquid flowing across her lips and down her cheeks, she shook her head, then was caught in the next eruption. She ducked her head and managed to keep it out of her eyes, but caught it on the top of her head, the watery cum splashing and soaking into her tangled hair, drenching it and running fluidly down her scalp.

Rolling to the side before the next eruption could catch her, she rose to her feet in a fluid display of grace, shaking her head again to clear some of the ejaculate before it reached her eyes. Even as she did so, she was reaching under his hindquarters to grasp his spurting shaft with one hand, holding onto his haunches solidly with the other to help keep her upright in the unsteady position. Phantes' strangled cry of ecstasy drew a smile to her face as she wiped her face clean against the fur on his flank.

She milked him firmly, her fingers stroking him smoothly through a series of massive gushers of watery seminal fluid that splashed against his belly and shot between his forelegs to impact against the wall. After the initial massive eruptions, several smaller bursts of the thin semen came forth, puddling on the ground, and smearing across his unsteady forelegs.

Ephiny continued stroking him through his orgasm, feeling the pulsing channel as it pumped the juice along the length of his shaft. After the massive outflow of ejaculate had slowed, she began stroking more firmly, inciting him to enter the next stage. Phantes half-reared despite his efforts to remain still, tearing himself from her grasp. A cry of "Gods!" was ripped from his throat as the sensations continued to wash over him. He came down with a clatter from his hooves on the stone floor, and tried to hold steady as each movement of her fingers sent jolts of exquisite pleasure up his spine.

After the brief pause in his ejaculations, Ephiny felt the shaft she grasped grow even firmer, and looking down, watched the head darken and swell to an even larger size. With a grunt, Phantes thrust with his hindquarters, rocking his penis forcefully through her hand and causing the next stage of his orgasm to begin. A thicker, clearer, gel-like substance erupted from him, the slimy goo bursting forth in a gelid mass and falling with a muted splash into the puddle of his earlier eruption. Again and again as she stroked, the gel erupted in synch with Phantes' moans of pleasure.

Leaning against her husband's hindquarters, Ephiny rubbed her areolae against him as she continued stroking him through the last stage of his orgasm, the coarse hair of his rear tickling delightfully against her stiff nipples as she dropped one hand to roughly stroke herself. Phantes' tail flicked against her flank intermittently as she bucked against her hand, the erotic sensations - her husband's groans of pleasure, his warm hair tickling the sensitive skin of her breasts, the drip of his hot semen as it trickled through her hair onto her back and down her chest, and the damp heat of the pulsing flesh under both her frantically working hands - combining to send her quickly over the edge as well, her frantically working hands sending a surge of pleasure through her muscled frame.

She came with a jolt, the sudden rush of heat shooting from her core to her brain and back in a molten avalanche of ecstasy. She pulled her other hand off Phantes' now quiescent shaft and thrust it deep within herself, her fingers, dripping with the centaur's essence, probing and rubbing wildly against her moistly quivering flesh and making her shake with the intensity of the moment.

Phantes turned his torso to watch as she leaned heavily against his bracing leg, watching her sink from sight as she hunched down around her spasming core. A keening noise escaped from the back of her throat as she thrust her hips jerkily against her hands and Phantes' leg, prolonging the flood of sensation as long as she could while her spasming tissues contracted rhythmically around her invading fingers with a flood of fresh moisture.

Sinking to the ground, she leaned back against her husband's rear leg, savoring the afterglow as she continued to gently stroke herself, drawing out the pleasure. At length, sated for the moment - and a little tired - she gently reached behind her and rubbed one hand across the front of his white-stockinged hoof.

Though nothing was said aloud, both though simultaneously, "That was incredible."

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(Yeah, I know - over four pages of her pleasuring him, then just over a paragraph of her getting herself off. Don't worry - it ain't over yet... - Chris.)

End Part 1

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