The Lost Princess II
Don't read if you're underage.
Melody awoke feeling strangely refreshed. She was laying comfortably in a soft bed, her long, dark hair spilling over her shoulders, and her skin smooth and clean, clothed in a simple white night gown. She looked around the sun-filled room for a moment, momentarily confused as to where she was. Then she remembered. She was at Gareth's cottage. Gareth was a centaur. She had fucked Gareth. Or more like, she though with a brief smile, Gareth had fucked her. The memories of that night played through her head and although a part of her was somewhat horrified that she had lost her virginity to a being her people deemed no more than an animal, she was also immensely satisfied that it was Gareth she had lost it to, and even more satisfied knowing that Gareth had finally reciprocated her feelings toward him.
Hearing a noise from the other room she quickly pushed the covers away and slipped out of bed, feeling the cold but clean floor beneath her feet. Curiously, she peered around the doorway to find a strange sight. Gareth was standing in the middle of the kitchen, his upper torso veiled by a shirt, but the rest of him otherwise obviously sans clothing, tending to a pot over the fire.
Melody cleared her throat to alert Gareth of her presence and he jumped guiltily, then stared at her with an expression of terror on his face.
When Gareth appeared unable to speak, Melody offered a "good morning" to him.
He immediately blushed. "Good morning," he said in a voice so soft she could scarcely hear it. There was a brief moment of awkwardness, then Gareth bowed his head, shamefaced, "About last night - I'm - I'm sorry. It never should have happened - I don't know why it did happen, but I - "
He looked miserable and unable to convey his apology or his feelings over what had transpired.
Melody, however, wasn't concerned. "It's fine, Gareth. It was - enjoyable."
He avoided her eyes and unable to respond, quickly changed the subject. "Word has come from your kingdom that the Witch has sent spies abroad searching for you," he said in a low voice. "They'll come here soon looking for you. I have to leave and you need to find a safe house to hide in."
Melody stared. "Are we just not going to talk about what happened last night?"
"What happened last night is the reason you need to leave. I can't be your guardian anymore. Not after what I did. It's too dangerous. You'll have to go and - "
"Gareth, I want to stay!" she cried. "Why must you keep pushing me away? You'll protect me! You always protect me - "
"And last night?" he cried. "Did I protect you then? I took advantage of you, I violated you! Melody, I basically raped you last night! How can you possibly want me to protect you still?"
"I wanted what happened last nigh as much as you did," she said fiercely. "I'm safe when I'm with you."
He shook his head. "No, Melody," he said quietly, "you don't understand. It's not safe for you here."
"No!" she yelled. "I've had enough of this 'it's not safe' and 'it's not right' rubbish from you. I deserve to know the truth - especially after what happened."
Gareth blushed deeply at that, looking utterly humiliated. Melody knew that he would never have so much as coyly brushed his hand against her when he was her guardian in human form and the fact that he not only had sex with her, but had sex with her as a centaur, was completely out of character for him and she knew reminding him of the incident would only cause him shame; but she no longer cared about his ridiculously high placed values. She just wanted an answer.
Gareth made a soft sound that may have once been a sigh but now came out as a whicker. "I'm sorry," he said finally. When Melody opened her mouth to protest, he raised his hands. "Please, Melody, let me explain." He paused, "Although I am sorry for -" he swallowed "-the other night, I also must apologize for my behavior toward you. It's just very difficult for me to cope with all of this - at once." Gareth rubbed his face with his hand. "When I was your guardian," he explained, "I did everything in my power to act as a model guard toward you. Even in the end, when you made your feelings - ah, clear - I still strove my hardest to maintain a professional attitude and distance regardless of what my feelings were towards you in return. You were a princess and I was just a lowly guard. Things could have gotten out of control very easily."
"But I'm not a princess anymore," Melody protested. "I haven't been for a long time!"
"I know," he answered quietly. "But you are still royalty, regardless of your exile. Maybe something once might have been possible between us, after all the years that we've been together, but now-"
"Why not now?" Melody was stricken. After so many years of pining for him, lusting for him, and after he had taken her virginity, more or less by force, he was still refusing her.
"Melody," he breathed. "Don't you see? I'm a centaur. You can't be with me. I -"
"Whatever you're going to say, I don't care. Gareth, I've loved you for so long, and now you're turning me away? I don't care that you're a centaur, Gareth, I don't. I just want us to be together." Melody drew near to him and wrapped her arms around his lower torso (as she was unable to reach any higher on account of his great height). He shuddered at her touch. "Please, Gareth," she murmured, "don't turn me away. We can be together-"
Slowly, his hand stroked her head. "Oh, Melody," he breathed. "I want to be with you, but I just wouldn't feel right about it. Not now."
"Damn you, Gareth, I already told you, I don't -"
"No, not that." He stepped back away from her. "Melody, have you ever known me to act the way that I did the other night? Was my conduct not my typical self?"
Melody hesitated. "No," she answered. "You said something about - impulses."
"Yes," he nodded. "That is the problem. Centaurs are creatures of lust. When they become aroused, they become unable to stop themselves - that's why the other night - that's why it happened. Melody you know me. I would never have done that before - I just wasn't able to help myself -" He sighed. "Melody, I could have hurt you. These impulses come and go - they could happen at any time. I don't want to risk it." He paused. "You mean too much too me."
Melody brightened at that. "Really?" she said. "You mean it?"
"Yes," he smiled thinly and gently touched her cheek. "I'm sorry for the other night. I really am."
"Don't be. I wanted it as much as you needed it."
Gareth shook his head. "You weren't yourself either. Centaurs also release huge amounts of pheromones in order to stimulate and encourage their partners to be more receptive toward their actions. It even allowed you to accommodate me without causing you damage or severe pain. This body - it will make me do whatever it takes to slack my lust. I generated the magic that caused you to respond to my advances. I -"
"Gareth, just shut up." She smiled. "I don't care why it happened, I'm just glad it did."
He looked at her in amazement. "You are?"
Melody smiled. "I told you, Gareth. I've loved you for as long as I could remember. I can't tell you how happy I was that you were willing to return my affections as well."
"Me too." He leaned down to kiss her forehead.
She looked up. "So you'll take me with you?"
Gareth sighed, looking faintly annoyed. "It's dangerous," he said quietly. "I don't want to put you in any more danger than you've already been in - "
"But if you don't take me with you, then I'll be here all by myself and then I will be in danger," she pointed out. "Take me with you and I'll be guaranteed to have a guardian to look after me. Plus, we'll be able to catch up."
He shook his head, though he smiled faintly. "Fine. We leave in the morning."
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Gareth glanced up from tying a small bundle when Melody entered the small stable. "All packed?" he asked as her eyes traveled around the barn. The last time she was in the stable was the night when she lost her virginity to his massive horse cock. As her eyes traveled around the barn, lingering on the great table where she had been sprawled to await his throbbing meat, she noticed that one of the open stalls wasn't situated like a typical horse stall but was arranged so that it resembled a bedroom. It was filled with a soft pile of straw where the bed should be and there was a chest of drawers leaning against the far side of the wall; other than that it was bare. Melody realized that she was looking at his bedroom and was unexpectedly touched that he had taken her to his room for their first fuck instead of what she assumed was just a mere secluded barn. She noticed that Gareth was watching her anxiously and quickly redirected her gaze back to him as if she wasn't dwelling on the events of the previous night and smiled reassuringly.
"Yes," she answered. "Not that there was much to pack in the first place. I just came out here to see when you were going to bed."
A faint blush tinged his cheeks but they both ignored it. He shrugged, "Soon, I suppose," he said, opting for an ambiguous response. He paused. "You should probably go get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Melody glanced at the bed again. "You're coming inside, right?" she asked. "I just - have never had to sleep in an empty house before." She paused. "I haven't done a lot of things on my own before. I've just always been looked after by different people because I'm royalty, but this trip was the first time I've ever done something on my own."
Gareth smiled. "I'm not worried about you, Melody. You've grown into a fine, young woman" his cock twitched as he said this, but he pointedly ignored it.
She smiled happily at the compliment. "Gareth? Would you mind if I stayed here tonight with you?"
"Melody," he murmured. "I don't think that would be a good idea - "
"We'll be fine," she said. "I just don't want to be alone if the Witch's servants are abroad and you can't fit into the house bedroom, so why can't I just stay here with you?"
"Melody - " he began, but she had already bounded over to the straw and laid herself down. "Don't worry about it," she said, patting the straw next to her.
As it did the night before, Gareth's self resolve broke and he slowly approached the straw and lowered his massive body to the ground.
"Thank you," she murmured, curling up beside him, "for putting up with me. I know I'm not the easiest person to be around. I just don't want to lose you again. You mean too much to me."
He touched her tenderly. "Melody," he breathed. "I am so sorry, for everything that I have done to you. I do not deserve so good a woman as you."
Melody reclined in his arms, sighing as his hands washed over her. "Gareth," she whispered. "I never want this to stop. No matter what happens, I love you."
He stopped, and looked down at her. "Melody, don't say that. You know this cannot last. I am not your kind anymore."
Melody turned to him. "Gareth, I admit, the other night was sudden and unexpected. But it didn't happen too quickly. I had been longing for that to happen for so long, I had been afraid for so long that you didn't return my feelings and I was just chasing a shadow that when it did happen, I wanted it more than anything else in the world." She stroked his face. "I know that you are a centaur and I am human, and I know that you are a guard and I am of royal blood, but right here, right now, it doesn't matter. You have been my guardian for as long as I can remember and have always taken care of me and protected me, so now it's my turn. I'm going to stay here and take care of you and make sure that you are never alone again."
"Oh, Melody," he murmured. "You are the greatest lady that I have ever met. How can you love me? How can you love such a creature? I'm too dangerous. I could rape you at anytime."
"Gareth, I love you."
Gently, he wrapped his arms around her again. "I cannot dissuade you from you love?" he murmured. She shook her head. "Then, I shall have to prove that I merit only a trifle of your attentions. I will make it up to you, Melody. I promise. Is there anyway that I can prove myself to you again?"
She kissed his cheek. "Gareth, I need you to be honest with me. You need to tell me what's going on with you. Your silence, it hurts us both." He laid down on the straw bed beside her. "I know that you - have needs, Gareth. And I know that before you were transformed you were able to ignore those needs but now you are unable to do so. Can you not tell me when you are desperate for your needs and desires to be fulfilled? Then we won't have anything bad happen because of your impulses. I'll satisfy them before they grow out of control."
He looked away. "I had a moment of great weakness, Melody, and it should not have happened. I should not have to ask you to help satisfy my needs, I should be strong enough to ignore them until the time is right. I did not ignore them, and look at the consequences of such actions."
"But if you had asked me, I would have appeased your needs. Do you not trust me enough to do such?"
"Lady," he answered gravely, "I do not trust myself enough."
"Then starting now, we'll have to change that, won't we?" She gently encouraged him to lay his great body beside hers in the soft bed.
Gareth closed his eyes and sighed, his arms wrapping around her. They laid still for a few minutes, drinking in the feeling of finally having a close, personal experience with one another that they had both denied themselves for so long. Then Gareth stirred. "Melody?" he whispered.
"Mmm?" she snuggled her face against his broad chest.
"Melody, if you would oblige me" he shuddered, "I think I will soon be in need." He looked at her, shame written on his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered miserably, hating himself for disturbing their intimate moment with his building lust.
But Melody didn't mind at all. She smiled and leaned forward and kissed him. He hesitated, but encouraged by her boldness, kissed her back. They kissed, tenderly, tentatively, longingly. Slowly, the human portions of their bodies entwined upon the straw bed, their hands caressing, feeling the warmth of one another's body, their lips brushing, touching each other's lips, cheeks, ears, neck. His tongue gently slipped between her parted lips and she sighed and quickly returned the gesture. As their breathing deepened, their kiss became more enpassioned. They began to move not so slowly, and began to explore one another eagerly, taking it more slowly than their first ravishment. His hand fell from her face to her sloped shoulder, and then to her breast. She made a soft sound as he cupped her breast in his hand, gently holding it, encompassing it with his warmth, feeling it in wonder. His other hand slipped to her waist and then to her leg. He found the hem of her dress and tenderly lifted it and stroked her leg. Melody had left his lips and moved to his neck, gently sucking on the sweet taste of his skin. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her lips and she liked how easily she was able to tantalize him. Slowly, her hand sunk down, lingering on his waist, curling in the hair where his horse body began, then carefully swept back to his front. He seemed oblivious to her implied intent, for he was focused on her kiss and the movement of his hands.
"Oh, Melody" he murmured softly. She met his eyes and laughed. Melody pulled his shirt from his body and he slipped her dress from hers. His mouth found her neck as he rolled his human frame on top of her, his horse body still sprawled to the side of her so he wouldn't crush her; his hand roving over her skin, his other hand frantically grasping at the empty space between his front legs where his human penis used to be, desperately trying to find it. Tenderly, her stroked the soft skin of the inside of her thigh, then clenched his fingers around the parting of her legs and played with her wiry hair. She gasped, for she was sensitive there, and found that she was swollen and damp. Her breathing quickened and he kissed her as he traced the outskirts of her ever so carefully and to his delight found that she was slippery with desire. His hand lingered at the wet, yawning mouth between her legs for a moment, then pushed his finger into her, sliding easily in without protest and sighed, nearly collapsing upon her when he did so. He made a soft noise and she sighed in pleasure. "Gareth!" she gasped in delight as she felt his thick finger moving within her.
"Darling, you're wet now," he whispered in her ear. She sighed as he pleasured her, and her body quivered with delight. She gently caressed him and he moaned softly. His lips left hers again, and found her cheek, her ear, her jaw line, then her neck, her shoulder, her breast. She turned her head to him, and he lowered his head to suckle upon her, his lips seizing her breasts gently, then ferociously. She began to groan as he sucked upon her, moving his hips back and forth as he did so. He was moving so steadily, he was suckling on her fiercely, like a small babe to its mother; touching her right before the point of penetration, touching her breasts, her anus, her cunt, pleasuring her with his hands, his lips, rubbing himself quickly against her. "Ah!" she gasped as he rolled his head upon her breasts, his eyes crazed and his tongue lolling, her breasts now glistening with the wetness of his tongue. His human torso collapsed upon her and she smiled.
She smiled repositioned herself so that she was facing his horse penis and reached her hand down while he caught his breath. Then she grasped him firmly, making him grunt in anticipation, and began to rub his shaft firmly with her hand. Leaning down he watched, fascinated, as his penis began to rise from where it was hidden deep within his sheath, stiffen, and grow in length as it became engorged. He sighed, keeping his gaze on his ever-hardening erection and her hand that was working on pleasuring him to greater length. He was stiff and hard and hot to her touch. She quickly applied her other hand, her fingers seeking out the dark places between his legs and he grunted. She stroked his loins gently and felt him quiver: she could already feel him pre-ejaculating, the head of his penis shinning with wetness, and he sighed, intoxicated with pleasure. Melody suddenly gripped him tightly and he let out a small cry of pain. Slowly, she rolled over and drew herself upon him and he smiled and ran his hands up and down her, feeling her smooth skin and desiring her madly. He made soft animal sounds in the back of this throat and rolled his head around on the bed, moaning. She placed his penis between her hands and pressed them together hard and he groaned as he thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her fist. She gasped as suddenly he began to move his body very quickly, mindless thrusts that were short, powerful, and fast, while he continued to grip her, almost in a trance. He was panting, staring at her wildly as she laid down upon him, suddenly not touching him at all, so that he felt exposed and alone, wet and cold. "Gareth," she said, reaching down to stroke him- almost curiously- with one finger. He whimpered, for he was madly aroused and desperate to make love to her.
She slipped the rest of the way down and cupped her hands around his massive rod, all hard and firm, closing her hand tighter around him, her lips quivering near to the head of him. He groaned, hunching his torso so he could watch, breathing hard as she dipped her tongue into the moisture that had wet the head of his penis. "Melody," he said hoarsely, his voice heavy with lust, "Melody, please". Her lips gently caressed the head of his penis, her hands running up and down its stiff length and Gareth groaned deep in his throat, watching her desperately. His penis was hard and stiff as a board. But, to her lips it was soft, but so firm and dry. He let out a strangled cry as she began to pleasure him with her hands, her lips now kissing him up and down. She released her tongue and wet him down quickly and he quivered, his penis fully erected, straight as a pole, jutting into the air and he gasped in pain. She closed her lips around him and he sighed as her tongue darted out and swirled around him. Melody made a soft sound, now pleasuring him with her tongue, her lips, her hands, listening to him sigh in pleasure. He began to move. Gareth was letting out wild cries of pain and passion and his body was as fully erected as his penis. Trembling, his hips began to move, almost involuntarily, in small, quick thrusting motions. Melody moaned as her mouth enveloped him and he began to ejaculate loud grunts in rhythmic spurts. He moved himself, pushing himself in even deeper, his hands running through her hair and gripping her strongly as he pulled himself up into another position, still thrusting his full weight on his penis into her passionately. "Oh, yes," he whispered, withdrawing and thrusting again and again, pushing himself into her furiously. "Oh!...don't stop! YES!" She gasped, for he was fully aroused, and his full-length penis was penetrating deeply into her with such passion that she was taken aback. "Oh!... Oh... More!... More!!.. Yes!.. Oh, YES!!" he yelled, thrusting even harder into her, panting like an animal. He lifted his hips up and thrust quickly, gripping Melody's shoulders as she sucked on him, and quickly, he felt himself about to release a hot spurt, and he gasped as he reached orgasm: shouting wildly, moaning frantically, watching himself let off a powerful burst into her and watching her accept the spurting jet into her mouth. "Oh, yes!!," he sighed, collapsing back onto the bed.
Melody looked dazed as she joined him on the straw bed wearily. He watched her chest rise and fall with her heaving breaths and he realized that his intensity must have surprised her; though, he was equally surprised by her own. "Melody?" he murmured, carefully rolling her on top of him again.
"Yes?" she whispered, looking up at his face.
He stroked her arms as she stroked him back. "You work too hard, darling. I don't deserve that. I didn't deserve any of that."
She sighed and kissed his lips gently. "I'm sorry," she murmured.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" He kissed her back. "I've never felt so much pleasure, and I didn't even have to penetrate you. Oh, Melody, you truly are a wonder!"
A faint smile flickered at her lips and she relaxed in his arms. "Gareth?" she murmured, her fingers tracing outlines on his muscled chest. "Thank you."
"For what?" he looked at her as he stroked her soft hair, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"I've never felt - I've never felt so satisfied before," she felt awkward saying it, but he looked surprised.
"Oh, Melody, one day, you will be - and more so at that. I only wish I could love you now as a man instead of this creature" He caressed her, his hand firm upon her skin. She sighed softly and closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest. His hand continued to run over her skin tenderly, but as she rested, it began to move, roving over her entire body. Her eyes opened when it drew near to her hips again. Refusing to avert his gaze, Gareth locked his eyes with her as his hand dipped to her more sensitive regions.
"Oh, Gareth," she whispered, gently grinding her hips against his. Gareth continued to pleasure her, reaching his hand behind her and watching her sigh as he went. She made another sound, deep, in the back of her throat and he drew his breath in sharply when she made it. Guiltily, he could feel himself lengthening, his penis growing stiff. She glanced down and saw his erection and looked quickly back again. "Don't worry," he murmured. "You don't have to do anything this time. Just lie down." She laid down again, flat on her back, resting. Gareth began to thrust his hips so that his massive pole slapped against his belly, stimulating him as he leaned over Melody and began to kiss her. At first, she kissed him lightly, but his tongue was impossible to ignore and she finally sighed and settled back as he kissed her passionately.
"Gareth?" she said, confused, but then she felt his hands, his hands that were gently stroking her legs, move to her inner thighs, and then she felt them part her legs, so she was laid out, exposed. He was kneeling awkwardly on the floor with his massive body and she gasped in wonder as his mouth suckled the crease of her thigh and her hip. "Oh!" she said, completely surprised and thrilled at the same time. "Gareth!" He grunted in response: his erection must be fully ready and she could hear the sound of him gyrating, frantically trying to coax it to climax. His mouth nuzzled against the lip of her, and she gripped the bed tightly in anticipation. His head was cradled between her legs and she could feel his breath warming the area between them. And carefully, he penetrated her with his tongue, seeking skin even more tender, wet, and warm, breathing deeply as his lips, mouth and tongue sought out her deep flesh. His tongue explored her insides slowly, moving with expert precision, making her sigh. He began to move faster. He was making sounds, sounds that she could not only hear, but that she could feel, ringing through her insides from his lips. His mouth was open, like he was kissing her passionately, only he wasn't kissing her at all: his tongue was writhing and whirling and she could feel his body dipping and weaving the force into hers in the same rhythm that he was masturbating to.
She cried out, feeling the steady and firm push of his tongue within her insides. "Yes!" she cried savagely. "Oh!" He was driving his tongue into her, groaning wildly with the passion of his conquest. And she, she was moaning, gasping, crying out with the pleasure that was seemingly so foreign, but so natural, pleasure that he was causing. Frantically, he reached his groping hands about her. His fingers rimmed around her, then to the small pearl nestled atop her folds and there he pushed his fingers. "Oh!! YES!!" she cried, taken aback with his renewed energy and passion. He was suckling her fiercely: his tongue was moving faster and faster, driving himself harder and harder against her, his mouth seizing her flesh, his breath filling her very being. Melody screamed, "OH!!" and sat up, her back curving upward in a contortion. "OH!!..OH!!!...OH!!!!..YES! YES!!!" . She cried out and moaned as his tongue pushed and pulled itself in and out of her, parting her skin, and letting it fall back into place again, flexing it slithering length against her. "Gareth!" she cried. Oh!" she sighed, abandoning herself to the sensation, gripping him tightly, her head reeling. Her regular gasps were turning into cries, faster and faster, louder and louder, until finally, she climaxed. "Oh!...Oh!..Oh!.OH!..YES!!!.....YES!!!!!!" Spasms of joy shook her and she convulsed with gratification, her body shaking as wave after wave of pure pleasure wracked through her, inflamed with passion, until her mind broke and she lost herself to it. Finally, the convulsions slowed and faded until she was left limp and damp upon the straw. Gareth, his limbs heavy with lassitude after his own climax, pulled himself up onto the bed and collapsed next to her. He stroked her gently and took her in his arms. "Melody, darling, I love you."