Enjoying A Stable Relationship

Part 2

Disclaimers : for disclaimers see the warning page and part one. There's more than enough there, you don't need more here.

"That looks mighty painful. You really oughta see a doctor about that." - Xena (Altared States)

Phantes waited a few moments until he had managed to regain his breath and stability, then awkwardly spun in place, his hooves clattering softly as he edged around. Ephiny remained seated, her eyes closed as she breathed deeply, her hands still cupping her dripping core.

Smiling, Phantes offered his hands. "My love?"

Her eyes opened and she smiled up at her husband. "Yes," she answered, several meanings clear in her voice. She took his hands and let him draw her to her feet.

Gently, he wiped some of the semen that still stained her face away with one hand, then kissed her deeply. "I love you," he said simply.

Ephiny's own love glowed in her eyes. She hugged him tightly and rested her head against the bottom of his biceps, too short to lean it any higher. Secure in her husband's loving embrace she soaked up the love and warmth he exuded.

After a short while, snuggled against his warmth, a welcome tingle crawled through her belly. "Phantes?" she asked softly.

"Yes?"

Moving her head, Ephiny looked down and saw that his penis had almost completely resheathed itself; it was a mere shrunken shadow of its former erect glory. "Are you up for more?"

The flow of blood abruptly increased to his subsiding erection, reversing the process. A grin briefly crossed his face, and he tightened his hold on his Amazon wife.

A sudden thought wiped the smile from his face. With utter seriousness, he asked her, "Are you sure? It hurt so much for you last time..."

Ephiny met his eyes squarely to show her own confidence. "Yes. We can be more careful this time, and I'll take a little longer to get ready. We were overenthusiastic, and overconfident. I'm feeling much better, now... and I've been using your mother's little toy again. Besides..." she stopped speaking as a lascivious grin briefly crossed her features. She leaned back against him, then ran one hand between her legs, dipping into her center. Her eyes hooded as she gathered her honey, and a shiver passed through her body. With some reluctance, she pulled her hand free, then raised the dripping hand up to her husband's lips to show exactly how ready she was.

Phantes raised an eyebrow even as he savored her essence.

She looked behind her husband and checked his returning erection. "Besides," she resumed, "I think you and I are both ready to try again."

For the second time that night, Phantes tasted her essence on her fingers. He had seen her in this mood before, and knew protests would be futile; besides, it had been a very long time..."We'll have to make sure you are very ready," he slowly acquiesced, still serious even in the face of her blatant seduction.

Ephiny leaped on top of a short dresser with an Amazon warcry, her teeth flashing against her tanned skin as she performed the acrobatic stunt. Smiling, she sat casually on the top of the dresser and dangled her legs over the side. "Hmm, I think I'm ready. But maybe you'd better check." Her casual posture, and artfully innocent expression was more arousing than almost anything else she could have done. The "inadvertent" flashes of intimate flesh revealed as she casually swung one leg against the side of the dresser almost made him groan in delight - and did make him shiver as he unsheathed himself still more. He approached the dresser slowly, anticipation filling him with each step as he moved.

The unique physiology of centaurs required some rather...sizable marital aids in order to achieve some of the positions necessary for easy interaction between the male centaur and the female human. Naturally these weren't required - otherwise centaurs never would have grown in population to the level they had, nor would they have gotten the bad reputation they had as rapists - but it certainly made the act far easier - and safer. Over time, the best designs were determined and most centaur homes now included the necessary furnishings as a matter of course, even among committed bachelors. Centaurs were some of the finest artisans in the known world, and they were able to make the necessary equipment perform double duty as articles of furniture (which was fortunate since a house big enough to hold the marital aids in addition to necessary furniture would be simply too large for convenient caretaking). The resulting equipment was functional, attractive, difficult for laymen to guess what the true purpose was, and above all sturdy - an important consideration.

The dresser Ephiny perched on was exactly the right height to put her waist at eye level for her husband, and had been a gift from Kaliepus at their wedding. Phantes reminded himself to thank the one-eyed centaur again the next time he saw him. "Oh, I think I will," he breathed, hooves clattering softly as he walked up to her.

For a moment the centaur continued to observe what his wife was doing from very close range, savoring everything. Gods, he loved her he mused. He loved everything about her. Her bravery and her noble heart had won his love, but he delighted in every aspect of her glorious body as well. He loved the smell of her, that rich musk that permeated every inch of her, and flowed out in heated profusion from her heated core; he loved the feel of her, from the golden curls of her hair, to the firm muscles in her arms, to the silken softness of her thighs; he loved the sight of her, with her athletic amazon build and perfect body, and her penchant for revealing it to him at odd moments and in odd ways; he loved the sound of her, from her vibrant speaking voice to that adorable keening wail she was prone to when she reached ecstasy; and he mused, he really loved the taste of her - Gods, did he love the taste of her! - the salty nectar that flowed from her in such amazing plenty. Glowing with his love, he slowly approached her.

She broke her innocent pose as he neared, and seeming to ignore his presence, performed an intimate caress. He watched her fingers delve deeply within herself, only to come out moments later plentifully bedewed with that wondrous liquid. For a moment, he watched the way the waning sunlight sparkled on her hand entranced, then shook off his reverie.

Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her and pressing her rippling stomach against his ear. "If you're sure you're ready..." he murmured. An impatient noise vibrated through her body and convinced Phantes to continue.

The centaur's arms wrapped themselves gently under Ephiny's hips, supporting her lower back as he positioned her on the edge of the dresser. With gentle pressure, he spread her legs, opening her up like a flower to his heated gaze.

Ephiny hunched down despite the awkward position she was in, and hugged his head awkwardly but affectionately, nestling her breasts against the top of his head and directing his gaze down towards her center with her hands. "Can you tell I'm ready?" she asked teasingly, answering his earlier question. "Maybe you'd better look closer."

"Well then, lets just see." Phantes turned his head, his hair tickling against her erect aureolae as he moved, until he could kiss her lightly on her muscular stomach. Ephiny sat up and leaned back, unconsciously shifting her hips closer to the edge and her husband's eager mouth.

The centaur's broad tongue darted out briefly and dipped into her navel, drawing a surprised giggle from the amazon perched in front of him. "That tickles!" she admonished teasingly, leaning back to support herself with her arms while his hands shifted to cup her knees and hold her steady.

Phantes chuckled, the bass reverberations vibrating his lips against her abdomen as he continued his gentle ministrations. He was in no hurry; he would make every effort to ensure his wife would be more than ready for what was to follow. Kiss followed lick as he ever so slowly worked his way teasingly down from her belly button, a gentle nip and swirl of the tongue leading the way across her abdominals as his hands began gently stroking and caressing the limbs they supported. Ephiny moaned in appreciation, her hips shifting against the dresser. Already stimulated from her earlier efforts, her clit was glistening and engorged, the ruddy point poking out moistly from behind its hood and crying out for his attention. He ignored it, leaving her gasping in desperation.

When his mouth reached the tangled forest of moistened golden curls, he teasingly withdrew despite the heady aroma urging him on. He teasingly brushed his nose through the hair, her choked gasp and abrupt jerk of the hips letting him know her preference. He ignored her impatient movements. Instead, he alternated his attention between hips as he deftly avoided her center, working his way gently from one side to the other as he nibbled and licked his way in a wide circle around her core.

His tongue traced a teasingly circuitous route down along the outside of her thigh, then over the tensed and twitching muscle. "I think you missed something," Ephiny breathlessly interjected, rolling her hips with a muscular smoothness and raising her center to where he was working. Phantes chuckled, but continued his slow progress. Pausing when his tongue reached her inner thigh, near where his hands were working, he assessed his wife's readiness.

Ephiny's breathing was rougher now, almost gasping, as she fought to control the feelings Phantes was inspiring in her. One hand remained bracing herself against the dresser, but the other was involved in more intimate duties, delicately tracing the shape of her breasts, teasing the already rock-hard nipples and gently stroking and caressing them.

Phantes smiled, then planted a kiss on her inner thigh, tasting the residue of her earlier self-pleasuring. She was nearly ready. He resumed his gentle efforts, making her groan in frustration, kissing and licking his way back towards her center, delicately weaving a path of stimulation in his wake as he lapped up the delicious bounty she had leaked down her thighs.

A moan escaped his wife's lips in testament to his actions, and he momentarily redoubled his efforts, tongue and lips moving in concert to taste and caress every inch of her creamy inner thighs, cleaning her skin of every drop of her overflowing excitement. He mapped the contours of her legs, the muscles twitching beneath her silken skin as he worked. Her heels thudded irregularly against the dresser as she jerked involuntarily, and her hips jerked rhythmically as she unsuccessfully strove to bring herself deeper into his suckling mouth. Nipping softly at the juncture of her leg and torso he tasted the first fresh trace of her overflowing pleasure. His efforts drew a soft moan from her throat, the sound so erotically charged and deliciously carnal, he felt himself twitching against his abdomen.

"Gods, Phantes," she moaned, bringing her other hand in to join the one stimulating her breasts and arching her back heroically to maintain her balance, "can't you tell I'm ready?" Since he was busy nibbling the juncture of her leg and torso, he remained mute, though one hand gripped her knee tighter in acknowledgement.

A fresh moan erupted from Ephiny's throat, heralding her fevered state of arousal. Her hips jerked roughly as his tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot, and she started to lose her precarious balance. Despite being half-dazed and dripping with arousal, her instincts remained good and one arm shot out to hold her in position while the other grabbed Phantes' head, trying to press it more firmly into her hungry core.

Phantes moved his hands underneath her and easily lifted her back to a more stable position. He still had not touched her dripping core, and his wife's groans of pleasure were beginning to take on a more frustrated and desperate edge.

Ephiny's hips were in constant movement now, moving in small circles in instinctive rhythm as she sought relief and greater sensation from his delicate erotic stimulation. Phantes pulled back and watched in mesmerized delight as the motion caused her engorged lower lips to stickily open and close with the rocking motion, juice flowing between them in a steady stream to slick her cheeks and trickle down her backside onto the dresser.

Aphrodite had blessed the small amazon with an unbelievably bountiful font; her juices literally dripped from her when she was aroused, and when she was as turned on as she was right now, it flowed from her like water from a spring. His long tongue delicately slurped up her overflowing nectar, continuing to ignore its source, and gathering the spilled salty honey from where it flowed between her cheeks and pooled around the rosy bud of her nether reaches before continuing on its path down to the dresser. The first gentle pressure of his tongue as it roved down the crack of her bottom, and she groaned in almost desperate lust, the flow of her essence increasing noticeably as it drooled from between swollen ruddy lips.

She was almost ready.

For his part, Phantes was ready. His hindquarters had been dancing about as he pleasured his wife, and involuntary thrusts and twitches had kept him stimulating himself against his belly. He wasn't quite ready to explode - not nearly enough stimulation after his earlier climax - but between his involuntary self- stimulation and the taste of his wife's honey coating his tongue and flowing down his throat, he was literally aching with need.

Despite the ache he felt deep in his testicles, he continued the pleasurable torture. Ephiny hadn't been ready last time they'd tried to mate, both overconfident after their successes, and she had nearly cried from the resulting pain - a horrifying situation for both the amazon and the centaur. The pain-filled moans coming from her contorted face had been enough to send him rushing for the healer, heedless of his own arousal. He couldn't face that from his wife again - he'd rather remain chaste then make her suffer that pain again. So, instead of getting ready to mate, he kept his face buried in her crotch, raising her arousal even higher to ensure she'd be ready for his penetration.

Phantes switched sides, nibbling ever closer on her thighs to her center but still without actually touching it. He could taste her now with every motion of his tongue, her copious juices leaking out even faster in a steady stream as his efforts continued. Ignoring the siren call of her salty sweet nectar, he continued teasing his way around and under her core, wringing gasping moans from her throat and inducing an even heavier flow.

Deciding she was ready for the next step, he looked briefly into her smoldering, hooded eyes, then latched onto her throbbing clitoris and sucked firmly, still staring into her eyes. Ephiny screamed in delighted release, and her eyes clenched shut even as her hips shot up to bump him in the chin. Unable to keep her eyes open as a paroxysm of pleasure shook her, she kept her eyes closed and clenched her fists in his long hair, pressing his face hard against her. An orgasm seized her, and sent her internal muscles into a clutching spasm, giving her some relief from the incredible tension his oral assault had built in her.

Pulling back despite her grip, lifting his head away from the heady fount before him, he watched her quiver in the throes of aftershock. Smiling, he worked one hand beneath her, caressing the swell of one firm cheek with tender fingers. Raising his other hand, he slowly inserted a probing digit into her heated depths, feeling her sodden tissues sucking at the digit as it slowly sank into her. Ephiny groaned in appreciation, her hips jerking forward to encourage deeper exploration.

The centaur dropped a quick kiss on her inner thigh, then delicately inserted another finger, his hand moving in slow thrusts to gradually accustom her to the intrusion. Ephiny caressed her breasts, and moaned in delight at his efforts. Restraining himself with an effort, he continued his slow movements, adding a third finger only when she had expanded enough to allow easy entry.

The amazon's hips waved wildly, supported from underneath by Phantes' steady hand. She was frantic with unconscious efforts to try and force his invading hand to go deeper... harder... and faster. Phantes ignored the erotic enticement of her shaking hips, and maintained his slow, deliberate pace despite the urge to bury himself in her heated depths. The memory of her pain kept him focused on his task.

At length, he added a fourth finger, his hand folding into a roughly cylindrical shape and probing deeply into her core. Ephiny leaned back against the wall and waggled her hips in an erotic display of her enjoyment, looking down to watch his hand as it moved within her. "Phantes..." she panted, "Don't stop..." she trailed off into a moan of delighted surprise as he opened his hand slightly, his fingers pressing against her inner walls to caress and stretch them in preparation for the even larger coming intruder.

A blunt finger pressed against a spot on her inner walls, and sent her into another shuddering orgasm. He ignored her squeals of delight, and continued his efforts to stretch her inner tissues, but added his thumb to his labors, gently caressing the ruby pearl at the top of her center with it, and sending more waves of pleasure shuddering through her body.

"Phantes!" she screamed, her muscles clenching around his fingers, "I can't take much more!" Her back arched as another flood of heat raced through her, sending a jolt of delight racing up her spine. Flexing his fingers even more, he strained to expand her inner channel, despite the waves of muscular contractions forcing them together. A final bolt of ecstasy ran through her, and he stilled his fingers, keeping them held wide apart, and ceasing his stimulation of her clit.

Ephiny was dazed, the multiple orgasms wrung from her body leaving her somewhat stunned in the aftermath. She struggled to regain her equanimity, a difficult task considering his hand was still buried in her, the fingers widespread. At length, she was able to ask, "Now?"

"Now," Phantes responded, gently pulling his hand from within her, causing her to moan in delight as she climaxed gently again. He lifted her easily, his strong muscles easily able to take her small weight. With one hand cupping her smooth bottom, and the other pressed wetly against her back, he pulled the amazon into a hug against him, her small frame fitting easily into the cradle of his arms.

Dropping a kiss onto her forehead, ignoring the bitter tang of his jism still crusted there, he delicately carried her to a low table located near her bed (his stall was nearby), cradling her against his chest. "Are you ready?" he again asked the small woman nestled securely in his arms.

"Oh, yes," she breathed, coming out of her satisfied languor. She turned her body within his grip, and wrapped her legs around his abdomen, wetly marking him with her excitement. "By Aphrodite, I am very ready."

The centaur grinned and lowered her onto the table, the juices that drenched her lower half causing her to slip slightly when her backside pressed against it. She giggled at that, even as she carefully arranged herself on the edge of the table in preparation for their coming union. "It's going to take us forever to clean up after this," she giggled.

Phantes looked around their home at the puddles and splashes of their fluids covering much of the interior and had to laugh in turn. "It's worth it though," he said, leaning down to kiss her again.

"Oh, yes," she purred throatily, before sucking his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him deeply, her tongue teasing his and pressing hotly against his teeth. "It most certainly is," she said, after coming up for air. She leaned back on the table, and let him stand up straight again.

"Help me, I need to set my legs," Phantes requested, then unsteadily planted a foreleg on the table next to her, awkwardly shifting his weight to his rear legs. Ephiny guided the leg past her head as her husband reared, helping him guide his limbs safely away from her as he positioned himself over her prone body. After a moment, he regained his balance and looked down from his position rearing over her to look into his wife's eyes. "Are you okay?"

Ephiny looked up and smiled, then ground her mound wetly against the erect shaft pressing hotly against her stomach. "Yes, dear," she said teasingly.

Groaning at the stimulation, he shut his eyes at the wash of sensation. Looking down into her eyes glowing with lust and mirth, he could only moan in delight as her hands once again grasped his penis and began stroking gently. "That feels..." he trailed off as one of her fingers delicately traced its way around the glans, spreading the lubricant that was oozing out of it over the bulbous head. "You'll need to guide me," he gasped, twitching as she continued her gentle stimulation.

Ephiny looked down at the massive, twitching length of rigid flesh lying against her stomach and smiled, pleased at the effect she had on him. His earlier orgasm had left it's mark, and his scent was now redolent of it. It was musky and strong, and intensely, animally, masculine. She couldn't help but grow even more excited at the situation, and she could feel herself dripping onto the table, her juices flowing freely down her crack to pool on the stone underneath her.

The head of Phantes' massive penis flared briefly, and a small squirt of lubricant shot out to splash against her stomach and the underside of her breasts. With one hand, she scooped up as much of the thin liquid as she could and rubbed it on both his twitching shaft, and on her own moist sex. After revelling briefly in the sensation, she scooted up the table, bringing her lower half even with the tip of her husband's rigid penis, and sat up slightly, resting her head against his tense underbelly.

"Careful," Phantes warned as he unconsciously twitched at the movements underneath him.

"I know," she retorted, then soothed him with a kiss to his hairy forequarters. "I just need to..." she paused and shifted her butt slightly to her left, "get in position." Centered in front of the blunt spike jerking slightly between her husband's rear legs, she looked up between his forelegs and said, "Alright, ease forward a little."

Phantes complied, shifting his weight forward, and moving the twitching head of his erection until it pressed against her dripping mound. "How's that?" he asked, a little smugly, since he felt her moistness pressing against him. Another small squirt of lubricant squirted onto her already dripping center.

"Perfect," she responded, spreading her legs wide and opening herself up for the coming penetration. "Hold still," she warned him, and while spreading her inner folds with one hand, delicately grasped his shaft just behind the head, the contortions necessary causing her to brush her forehead against his belly again.

Despite himself, Phantes twitched at the intimate contact, thrusting forward and causing his dripping glans to scrape through the tangled forest of hairs above her core. Groaning at the sensation of the wet curls brushing against his sensitive flesh, he still managed to sound sheepish as he apologized. "Sorry."

"It's okay," the amazon replied, reaching up to gently stroke his flank. "I understand. Now, Hold Still." she emphasized.

At his sheepish agreement, she repositioned herself, sliding through her own juices as she did. Once more in front of his penis, she grasped him more gently this time, using a gentle touch to let him know she was there before she gripped the shaft.

The centaur groaned at her touch, but held himself rigidly still. "Very good, she breathed, edging back while guiding his drooling member forward. It twitched and shot more lubricant, making her vulva a sodden mess of their commingled juices. Spreading herself open again, she placed the swollen head aright, resting against her inner lips.

Ephiny breathed heavily, holding her hips steady as she prepared for the shock of initial penetration. She braced her legs against his hindquarters, keeping her knees bent and herself open in preparation to help his slow advance. Another squirt of lubricant shot from the head, directly into her open channel and making her squirm from the erotic sensation as it splashed against her heated depths. "Now!" she breathed, bracing herself, and keeping him firmly pointed in the right direction.

Phantes shuffled awkwardly and edged forward. He moaned in delighted ecstasy as her vulva opened around his invading member. The sensation was indescribable as the lips spread and stretched, scraping their way across his sensitive head as it penetrated her humid core.

The amazon was not in quite so much bliss. The massive timber stretched her vaginal opening mightily despite her efforts not to tighten her muscles, and she was forced to clench her teeth against the burning sensation as her muscles strained to accommodate the massive intrusion. She was abruptly happy her husband had taken as long as he did to help get her ready for this...if he hadn't helped stretch and relax the opening, it would have been even worse. With matching groans from each of them, the head finally slipped in. Her lips snapped back to clench tightly around the smaller shaft directly behind the bulge of his glans - still straining, but not nearly as much.

They both paused and panted for breath after the flared head had found its way inside her. The sensations were intense for both of them, and they needed the breather to prepare for what was to come. After catching their breaths, and after Ephiny had begun to feel somewhat accustomed again to being impaled on his massive shaft, she instructed somewhat breathlessly, "Slowly..." She shifted her legs, gripping his barrel chest and trying to open herself even wider.

The centaur complied as well as he could; his rear legs danced about a bit as he tried to hold his position and edge forward only slightly, and as a result, his shaft began to pull out of her, the bulbous head pulling awkwardly out upon her stretched entrance and causing her to gasp in startlement. Once he had regained his stance, he edged slightly ahead. He felt her opening, holding firmly to his shaft, bulge inward as he pressed forward, before the strain forced it back, the swollen lips scraping moistly down the length as he moved. This slow stretching eased the strain on her entrance slightly despite the gradually increasing diameter of the shaft as it pushed through it, but stretched her inner walls mightily as the head moved forward, pushing the wet folds of her sensitive flesh aside as it went.

The pause was shorter now, as both were beginning to become more accustomed to the intrusion. "Again," she gasped, and he complied with a groan of pleasure as his penis was caressed from the tip to the tight ring of her entrance by her heated inner muscles clenching and massaging the invader.

"Again," the amazon groaned when she had regained her equilibrium, reaching down with one hand to stimulate herself. Her fingers twitched as she felt herself tight-stretched around him, then slowly began stroking, soothing the aching muscles and adding to the sensations burning in her core.

The centaur jerked forward slightly as he shifted his hooves, the motion sending his shaft forward several inches, before jerking it back, then ending with it slightly deeper than it's former position. His penis twitched and gushed forth another jet of lubricant, the fluid washing across her inner walls and bringing a fresh moan from her.

Ephiny bit her lip to keep from crying out at the wash of sensation that raced through her. His engorged head had hit and then brushed by a spot on her inner walls that had almost sent her into a fresh climax. The sensation from this, and the spurt of juice from him, had caused a fresh flow of her own lubricant to rush into her core, easing his passage and soothing the ache of her overtaxed muscles. She gasped for air as she struggled to open herself wider to better accommodate the thick shaft that was slowly impaling her. Her fingers brushed through the wet curls at the base of her belly, feeling the distension of his hard shaft buried within her and making her moan in a complicated mix of pleasure and mild pain.

Phantes was in the Elysian Fields. Her inner folds were milking his shaft in rippling waves of delight that made him have to struggle to remain still. He groaned in ecstasy as he felt her inner passage loosen before him, sucking his length in another inch, and making him pant in delighted anticipation.

Breathing heavily through her nose, the amazon began to appreciate the sensation of being so wonderfully filled; his scent was heavy and intensely masculine as she sucked in air, and she felt herself loosening around his incredible length. "More," she finally gasped, jerking her hips a little and trying to convince him to go deeper. Her hands continued their gentle stimulation, stroking taxed muscles and teasing the curves of her chest.

The centaur eagerly complied with her request. He slowly slid forward until the passage was too narrow, then waited for it to stretch to accommodate him. Once the way forward had been cleared, with the help of another ooze of lubricant from each, he inched forward yet again.

Groaning together in delight, the two shared in the bliss of their union, her channel finally stretched enough to accommodate his massive member - if not easily, at least somewhat comfortably. With one final jerk of his haunches, he bottomed out. The head of his shaft rammed painfully against her cervix, causing her to cry out and making him back off slightly.

They both took a moment to let the feelings soak in, and rested, having successfully made it to this point in their congress. He was fully embedded in her, and fully three-quarters of his length was soaking wetly in her humid channel as it clenched powerfully around his shaft, while the tight-stretched ring of her entrance snugly gripped and held his shaft as it twitched in the sensations brought from her heated depths.

Ephiny breathed a little easier after he backed off; the shock of him slamming against the back of her vaginal passage too intense for her to deal with. After regaining her equilibrium, she asked, "You okay?"

Phantes almost laughed at that. His wife was impaled on his member to the point of pain and she asked if he was okay? "I'm fine." He set his legs carefully, making sure that the point his shaft had penetrated to would be the deepest it could go - at least without readjusting himself - and then eased his weight back slowly.

The amazon felt him pull back, the swollen head pressing against her inner walls with intense pressure as it slowly retreated from her furthest depths. The sensation was incredible, and for the first time, she felt herself climax around him, the fingers of one hand still teasing the point of their connection while the other tweaked the ruby tip of one flushed breast. Her legs gripped his barrel chest solidly, holding her steady against him despite the shivers of orgasmic pleasure racing through her.

The centaur hung his head and clenched his fists in an effort to keep control as he felt her muscles clench around him. He fought the urge to thrust with all the power of his hindquarters, an instinctive urge, but one which could easily kill his wife. He remained in control - barely - and gasped out her name in loving recognition. He felt himself swell to even greater thickness as his arousal neared a peak, but he managed to keep himself still while his wife climaxed around him, knowing she needed it at this point.

When she had mostly stilled, though her inner folds continued to twitch gloriously against him, he resumed his slow retreat. His swollen head stretched everything inside her as it went, the sensation making Ephiny moan in sheer carnal pleasure. Waves of delightful sensation raced through her as it stimulated every nerve ending along the length of her passage. She shuddered to another climax as the retreat continued, the scraping of his head against her inner folds sending her into another paroxysm of pleasure. This time he didn't stop when he felt her clenching around him; instead he continued his slow withdrawal, stopping only when his head was pushing lightly against the tight- stretched ring of her entrance.

Ephiny gasped as she spasmed around the member that impaled her. The sensations were incredible. She barely had time to catch her breath, her teasing fingers stilling momentarily, before her husband reversed course, and began slowly pushing his way back into her. She reached up and stroked his side, feeling at that moment connected to him in a way far deeper than the obvious.

Phantes felt her gentle caress, and smiled until a moan of pleasure contorted his face. He halted his advance momentarily, and felt himself twitch and swell deep inside her, bringing a delighted gasp at the sensation from his wife. After catching his own breath, he gently thrust forward bringing another delighted gasp from her and a moan of bliss from him, ending the thrust at the point of deepest penetration he had earlier marked.

The two began moving in unison now, his gentle thrusts and withdrawals accompanied by her swaying hips and an intimate caress of his shaft at the point where it vanished between her tight-stretched lips. He was thrusting as deeply as he dared now; withdrawing until only the head was inside her, then thrusting until he neared her cervix. The force of his thrusts combined with her sweat-slicked skin moved her gradually across the polished stone surface of the table, making her grip the edge of the table to keep from moving beyond the position that was safe.

The waves of pleasure coursing through both made their home fill with both the wet slurping sounds of their union and their moans of sensual delight. The table creaked as it bore both their weight and the force of his thrusts, but the sturdy craftsmanship and stone construction of the short held - it remained stable, though the smooth surface was growing slick with moisture.

Phantes gradually increased the tempo of his movements, moving his shaft in and out of her in a slowly increasing pace that had her gasping again and again in pleasure. They were both sweating freely, the sweat shining in the waning sunlight while the smell of their exertion and excitement filled the air. Ephiny reached over her head and grabbed his forelegs, relinquishing her hold on the table. She held them and pushed against them, bracing herself as she absorbed the forceful thrusts of his massive hindquarters, and keeping herself steady despite the bruising thrusts.

He could feel himself getting near the point of no return, and the swelling of his head inside her torrid depths stretched her inner muscles still further. The twitching of his shaft rubbed his heated member across her inner walls and against the nub of her clit, sending her once more into an orgasm. He could hear the slick sucking sounds as her distended lower lips slid along his length, fighting to contain the thick shaft penetrating them. The erotic caresses her spasming muscles provided were enough to stiffen his shaft even further and bring him to the edge of climax.

Her hand dipped down and slid across his shaft, adding to the wash of sensation running through him. The caress of her clenching muscles along his length, and the damp heat of her depths, massaging him and seeming to suck on the head embedded deep within her humid core was too much for his overtaxed senses when combined with her abrupt grip, and with a hoarse cry of delight, he abruptly exploded into her depths.

Ephiny's eyes widened, even in the throes of her own ecstasy, as she felt his head swell within her even further, stretching her walls to the limit and sending fresh waves of sensation to spark another rush of liquid ecstasy to course through her twitching core. She swore she could feel the liquid heat of his ejaculation as it exploded into her depths with a massive spray that rivaled the force of a geyser she had once seen. The thick shaft impaling her abruptly grew even thicker as it worked to pump his seed deep inside her. Her entrance burned at the fresh stretching, the bulging veins and the channel for his seed pumping their fluids mightily and forcing her to open even wider.

The centaur continued to pump in short thrusts, sending his tool again and again into her depths as his sperm continued to erupt deep into his wife's belly. He could feel her spasming around his member as he continued thrusting into her, each silken caress inducing a fresh spray to erupt into her depths.

Ephiny shook uncontrollably as she writhed in a painful ecstasy around his impaling shaft. Each thrust and spurt of his seed bring a fresh wave of sensation through her overheated body. She clenched her arms and legs around her husband's thrusting body, trying to keep him from going too deep into her exploding core, but the pleasure washing through her frame made it difficult to concentrate, and her arms shook with the effort. Phantes thrust almost mindlessly, the shock of his orgasm straining his senses and keeping him locked in the instinctive series of short thrusting movements.

The sheer volume of his ejaculate, even after his earlier orgasm, was enormous, and Ephiny's already overloaded vaginal channel was soon awash with his huge outpouring of sperm. The pressure built until something had to give way, and as he continued to thrust mindlessly, the frothy mix of their juices began to spurt out from around her tight-stretched lips, the fluid forced out around his shaft by sheer pressure. He continued to erupt, the fluid filling her deliciously, and sending her into another climax as she writhed around his member.

When Phantes came back to himself and realized he was still thrusting, he abruptly halted, the head of his penis lodged deep within her depths and resting against the entrance to her womb. He continued to cum, the gushes splattering with great force deep inside her, and making her feel even fuller as the thin liquid rushed to fill every crevice and space inside her. Backing slowly up as the initial rush of his orgasm began to fade, he continued to pump his semen, the added space created by his retreat rapidly filling with the watery ejaculate and sloshing inside the amazon until she felt like she was awash with the fluid.

Phantes froze in position, the head of his penis lodged just inside her entrance. He could feel Ephiny continuing to convulse around him, and the feel of her muscles clenching around his sensitive head soon propelled him into the final phase of his orgasm. His penis swelled again as it prepared to pump the thick third fluid, and her strained entrance fought to contain it, a trickle of their juices continuing to flow down between her lips despite the member plugging her hole. With a shudder and an involuntary thrust, he buried himself once more in her depths and fired a gush of the thick, gelatinous tertiary emission deep inside her, splashing it against the strained entrance of her womb.

He backed off slightly, then held himself in place, unknowingly keeping his head lodged against a spot midway up in her anterior inner wall where a nexus of nerves was located, sending her into a fresh series of orgasms, the clenching and releasing of her walls milking his tormented shaft and sending more and more of the thick fluid erupting forth to coat her stretched insides. The waves of intense pleasure were simply too much for the Amazon, and with a final moan, she passed out from the overwhelming sensations, falling back to lie limply on the table in a growing puddle of their combined juices.

The centaur felt the change in her, the spasming of her internal muscles continuing, though not as intensely, but was trapped in the cycle of eruptions still firing off inside his wife. Holding himself still, he unwittingly maintained the stimulation as his pulsing head continued to massage the bundle of nerves on her inner walls, sending wave after wave of stimulation to her overtaxed brain.

After several minutes had passed and he had finally ceased ejaculating, Phantes slowly withdrew from Ephiny's vaginal passage, his swollen head scraping her clenching walls and bringing her back to consciousness with the change in the fresh waves of pleasure, and pulling more of their foamy juices out to lubricate her straining lips. Her moan of sleepy delight reassured him, and he continued retreating until only his head was still within her, her tight entrance gripping the soaked flesh behind the glans delightfully.

"Ephiny?" Phantes asked, holding himself still at her entrance. He wished he could wait until the swelling went down to do this, but the heat of her core and the continuing action of her inner muscles were keeping him achingly erect despite his second orgasm.

"Mmmm?" she responded somewhat sleepily, exhausted by the carnal sensations wrung from her body.

"Can I pull out? Are you ready?"

The amazon shook herself back to full awareness, though she remained somewhat dazed in the aftermath. Preparing herself, she clenched her teeth and held her lower lips to try to ease the coming strain. Bracing her legs against his sides, she finally was ready. "Go ahead," she said, then clenched her teeth again.

Phantes' penis' head had swollen to its maximum size, growing larger while still within her cavern. As a result, getting it back out again proved to be a challenge. He pulled back as slowly as he could until his bulbous head was distending her lips massively from its size. Ephiny groaned, but kept herself from crying out as he continued to pull back, the effort required to remain silent enormous.

The centaur suppressed a groan of his own as his wife's tight entrance squeezed it's way across his sensitive and tender flesh. The sensation was exquisite, and his penis throbbed a final time, shooting a last dollop of the gel into her already flooded depths.

Dropping her hands to her distended nether lips, she clutched herself firmly, unsuccessfully trying to ease the strain. Closing her eyes tight as she felt the glans swell within her entrance, Ephiny felt the painful stretching increase momentarily. Then, at last, it was past the thickest point, and all at once, it pulled free with a slurping pop.

Ephiny's hands continued to hold her strained core, feeling the muscles already beginning to slowly tighten back up as the intruder was abruptly removed. She felt like a bottle of wine after a cork had been removed - if the bottle's opening had shrunk around the cork or the cork swollen within the bottle. If a bottle was lying on its side, when the cork was removed, the contents would come gushing forth - and so it was with Ephiny. A flood of their mingled juices poured out of her in a frothy rush, the foamy liquid drenching her hands, before running wetly down over her ass to cover the end of the table before dripping down to join the growing puddle on the floor.

Too relieved to be free and uninjured to mind something minor like the sticky mess she was lying in, the amazon was content to simply rest in the slowly spreading puddle, holding herself until her aching entrance had shrunken back to almost normal size. She sighed with relief and closed her eyes, feeling exhausted in the wake of the gloriously mingled pleasure and pain of their union.

Phantes, once he was clear of the pinioning grip of her vagina, hurriedly backed off while she was recovering, being careful to keep his hooves well away from his prostrate wife who still lay prone on the table. "Ephiny?" he asked, nervous at how still she was lying. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she softly purred, remaining still on the table. "Just tired." She stroked herself lightly with one hand, happy to feel herself responding normally to the sensation, and gathering some of the overflowing liquids and massaging them into her aching flesh, easing the burn.

He sighed in relief. "Why don't we go to bed then?"

"I thought we just did," she retorted with a wicked, but tired smile. "I'm kind of sleepy right now, so I think you'll have to wait 'til later."

Smiling, the centaur offered her an arm to help her up. The amazon smiled back and with the help of his strong arm, pulled herself upright. A twinge of pain shot through her core, and she clutched herself again with one hand. "Ooh, I think I should take it slow," she murmured. Now upright, a secondary flow of juices flowed from between her legs, running through the hand she clutched to her vulva and dribbling down the length of her legs to join the puddle that already covered the floor near the table.

She leaned against her husband for support as she looked around the room. The room was rank with the smell of sex, and their bodily fluids were dripped, splashed, and puddled over much of the small home. "Gods, we really do need to clean up in here." She looked down at herself, sweaty and sticky from their lovemaking, and declared, "and we really need to take a bath."

Phantes noted how she swayed slightly, and gently rubbed her back. "It can wait 'til morning, love." He was very mellow in the afterglow of their passion. Gently picking her up, she seemed very small against his bulk. He carried her gently to the bed, cradling her against his chest, then set her down upon it, being very careful with her obviously tender middle.

Although nearly asleep, she spoke suddenly while Phantes was tucking her in. "What shall we name him?" she asked sleepily.

"Name who?" the centaur asked, confused.

"Our baby," the amazon replied guilelessly, raising her hand from between her legs to rest protectively on her abdomen.

Raising an eyebrow, Phantes was taken aback. There was no way she could know - certainly not on the same night. "There's plenty of time to decide," he reassured her calmly. "Rest now," he soothed, brushing an errant lock of hair that had been glued by the crusted flakes of his dried semen from off her forehead. "We'll talk in the morning."

She had been right, Ephiny mused quietly, her memories fading back into the past. Xenan had been conceived that evening, though they didn't know positively for months. And while Phantes had never lived to see their son, she knew he would be proud of their fine young centaur prince. She had to smile, still thinking back on that night. She had been unable to get out of bed the next day because of pain and stiffness, and hadn't been able to walk normally for almost a week after their encounter - and it had taken almost as long to get their home clean again - but oh, it had most definitely been worth it.

Back in the present, she felt good...relaxed, like she was in the afterglow of orgasm. She sank down deeper into the water, relishing the heat. Abruptly remembering Gabrielle and her questions, she opened her eyes to see her Queen looking flushed and twitchy across the pool from her.

Still warm with her memories of Phantes, she had to admit, if only to herself... Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

The End.

End Part 2

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