Special Delivery 7
Finally free of the city, Tik Tik and Anicetus rest and bathe.
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Anicetus’s release is powerful. Heavy spurts of cum shoot up deep inside of Tik Tik. The poor kobold cannot escape the eruption within her, filling her, spreading her. It’s just so much that her body cannot take the whole thing. White goopy hot spunk spurts out of the overfull body, the centaur’s flacciding cock breaking free from her, flopping downward and leaving oozing dollops all over the ground.
Anicetus lands, stumbling forward, his cock still oozing. Tik Tik’s pussy drips as well, her mouth drooling. He covers his face, taking deep breaths as he steps off the road. His release happened only a short sprint from the city walls.
While he regains his composure, a few carts pass by with gawkers watching the two, some in awe, some instead aroused, and others rushing past as fast as they can.
“Y… you came… when we were… still close to town.” Tik Tik’s words emerge from her as hasty breaths.
He pulls his hands free from his face, taking another hearty breath. “It was a rather eventful trip through the city,” he admits, continuing his journey off the path. “Enough to gather some excitement out of me.”
Uncocked as she is, Tik Tik continues to hang onto Anicetus’s belly. “So, do you want to rest for a bit? Could I ride on your back, or do you wanna just wash up?”
“Let us make some distance first, and then we may camp.”
Anicetus continues in silence for a quiet hour, allowing Tik Tik to be calm and find peace in the strange ride. Once they find a spot where they can camp, Anicetus unclips his harnesses, letting Tik Tik drop down so that her fall isn’t too abrupt.
The kobold pulls her thighs free, rubs them, and then scurries to her feet. She stretches as she watches the centaur walk toward the sound of the nearby river.
“Such a centaur of mystery,” Tik Tik says. “I wonder what makes him this way…”
* * *
As the two rest, more pairs of hooves follow, stopping at a puddle of cum. A mechanical glove dips into the pool and rubs the jism between gloved fingers. “Hm, they can’t be too far now,” says the owner. “Wouldn’t you be excited to see the one who made this mess, Love?”
“Excited enough for the two of us to indulge… if pleasure comes before business, my Deer.”
* * *
Anicetus steps into the river. Its waters are deep enough for the centaur to stand with his equine body down. His deceptively strong legs prevent him from being swept away by the torrent as he lowers himself, immersing himself in the water. He cups his hands at the cool and refreshing fluid and brings them to his lips, his ears flicking as he sips the crystal clear water.
Tik Tik focuses first on their camp, waving her hands in the air and humming a jaunty tune as twigs and tinder gather together in an indentation in the earth. Rocks roll into a circle, ready to become the fire pit for the diurnal runner.
Tik Tik squints her eyes as she works nude upon the campsite. Her hand works like a conductor’s as she lifts the tent's fabric with one motion and establishes the poles with another. Magical hands emerge and hold down the pieces as they drape the fabric over the poles. With a snap of her fingers, the enchantment on the resting place activates, and the space inside extends beyond the typical dimensions that the outside would allow. The small resting spot would provide a good place for her and her steed to sleep.
Having worked up a sweat, the kobold then approaches the water. At this point, Anicetus is hardly visible, having submerged himself completely. But as she dips a toe into the river, testing its strength, he emerges, throwing water arching in shimmering crystals over him and rivulets of water flowing down his smooth chest.
Anicetus stares at Tik Tik, his eyes almost disintersted, but the slight spark Tik Tik does see has her stepping up to her waist, leaving her much closer to the shore than he is.
Running her hands over her body, Tik Tik glances at him, fluttering her eyes. “So, what makes Anicetus want to do the job he does? What specific to you?” she asks.
“You come over here just to ask me that?” he returns, facing her. He steps up through the rocky water, his equine body rising up, submerging him only to the knees.
“Tik Tik here to get bath,” the kobold says, cupping some water, lifting her hands over her head, and then pouring the contents of her palms onto herself, letting the water roll down in chaotic rivulets over her scales.
“A wizard of your power could remove all that detritus from herself with a single thought,” says the centaur.
And a centaur of your magical skill could do the same.”
He blinks. “We are indeed magical beings, but to us, our magics for such small tricks would make the experience of bathing no longer enjoyable.”
“There it is,” says Tik Tik. “Now, do all centaurs like to indulge? If so, that makes Tik Tik a centaur.
The centaur sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “My people have heard of you, Tik Tik, but to learn from reading and witness encounters is not the same as experiencing.”
“Not everyone can experience what you can offer,” Tik Tik says, holding a hand out, palm up towards him as she places another hand on her chest.
“And I endeavor to make sure that as many can while I still have my youth,” reciprocates the centaur with his own arms.
“Well, with me,” Tik Tik says, finding a rock to sit on, letting the last hours of sunlight bathe her in an amber glow. “You can give me all sorts of experiences and memories to turn into a book.”
“That is true,” says Anicetus, stepping forward to her. “But I’ve already experienced you.” he places a hoof upon the rock. “What have you to offer me now?”