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They had been running together for a very long time, nigh on three years. Quite the team they made, a surprisingly quiet magical horse, able to converse with any creature telepathically and think complex thoughts, often more complex than those of the creatures whose brains were unguarded, allowing him to sense their intentions. Outwardly, however, he was a handsome looking draft horse, or at least that was the consensus of the mares whose thoughts he stole as a boost to his ego. He had short, dark brown hair, a tone akin to lacquered wood, with a very reflective sheen due to knowing what wild greens were best for his fur mixed with regular grooming. His mane was long, reaching just past his chest when not unkempt, as was his tail, perpetually kept just a few inches off the ground, both a deep dark brown bordering on black. His feet were white, however, starting about a foot from the ground, and had very long fur above his hooves, lightly brushing the ground with every step. He was a large horse, "20 hands" as the humans called it, standing just over six feet tall to the shoulder.

"Keen" his partner called him, who was a bit of a polar opposite to him in physical appearance, she claimed due to his keen senses which she didn't believe to be magic, outside of his telepathic speech abilities. He accepted the name, though not the first he'd been given, because he liked the sound of it and it amused him to no end that she claimed to not believe he'd been bestowed with the ability to read minds. He knew she secretly believed it but she had begged the gods for magic and never been given it, a form of denial keeping her from believing they'd give a simple horse anything more than the ability to speak telepathically while giving her nothing.

She was a petite elf, slender and short, at least to him, she stood just over five feet, needing to hop a fair bit to be able to ride him. It didn't help that he insisted on not wearing a saddle, insisting the itchiness was a sign that it was bad for his fur. Her skin was pale and slightly reflective in direct sunlight, though they often preferred to operate in the dark. Her ears were pointier but that was about the only noticeable difference to a human. She was lighter than a human of her same size and shape and more nimble, though also more fragile by comparison. Her life expectancy was far beyond that of a human, and though she'd never admit it, she was nearly thirty years old, just past middle aged for a human, and barely an adult for an elf. Living mostly among humans, yet being dismissed as still a young elf by the few elves she saw, she hated her age, and typically lied when asked about it.

She was very quiet in her movements and an excellent archer, as was common of elves, but living in a mostly human area meant she was an excellent thief and sometimes assassin. Most elves saw this as a dishonorable job, but in the human realms, it was the only way for Silvi to survive. She first met Keen while attempting to steal him to get away from a job gone wrong and when he wouldn't let her ride him to safety, she had offered him whatever life he wanted if he'd save her from the death that surely followed if she were caught. At the time, being a field horse, eating nothing but hay and never seeing anything but the field and the stable, he wanted to live freely.

He agreed and helped her escape, his hooves surprisingly soft and therefore quieter than most, while still being a very strong stallion. She made good on her promise and he made all the decisions in their partnership. At first, he made a lot of choices he figured would be contrary to her own, simply to test her conviction to her promise. He asked that they live outside of town, near the forest where there were fields he could forage and have no fear of humans trying to saddle him. He asked her to fetch him specific herbs and wild berries, even beer a few times. Even though she sometimes did it with a scowl, Silvi always did as he asked. Once he asked her to touch the inside of his nose, knowing humans were easily disgusted, just to see if she would. When she did, they both had a hearty laugh and he decided to consider her opinions from then on, acting more as partners than him being her equine master.

Still, as much as she insisted on wanting a saddle, claiming she'd be more accurate with her bow while riding, he refused. She preferred not to fire while riding, as a result, but she rarely had to use her bow for their jobs. Most of them, much as this one, were about convincing someone to give up information, often leading to a theft. This was surprisingly easy for her now that Keen was on her side. This promised to be a fairly simple job as a result: interrogate one of the local lord's friends to find out where he keeps a powerful new weapon, some sort of explosive lance, then steal it so a local smith can copy it and sell it. It promised a lot of money, enough to not take a job for another year or two.

They decided it'd be great to take a break from their quite dangerous career, getting to enjoy life for a while before going back to risking their lives on a nearly daily basis. They started by finding where the man liked to drink, one of the most common ways to get information being to get their targets drunk. Silvi pretended to tie Keen to a post outside the inn, the thin rope around his face already annoying him, even though it would fall off if he simply pulled away from the post. He had a hard time telling the various minds apart in crowded venues like taverns, but he used Silvi as a tether of sorts, a familiar signature that he could cling to in order to not get lost in a sea of overlapping chatter.

He closed his eyes and focused on her thoughts, which she was smart enough by now to keep to things relevant to the mission to make his job easier. She stepped into the tavern and looked around, scanning the large chamber for her mark, making sure to keep her thoughts solely on her target. After a few moments of pretending to be a regular patron and having to be guided back to thoughts of the mark after straying to gambling and drinking, she spotted the man with some five people playing cards and drinking. She sat at a nearby table and tried to listen to the conversation to see who was friend and who was not. As far as she could tell, all were strangers, and not faring particularly well in their efforts to win his considerable money.

She listened carefully while drinking a frothed tea, a disgusting tea drink with a frothed egg yolk she typically ordered at taverns due to the fact that it smelled, looked, and even tasted like beer, but without the alcohol. It let her pretend to drink and often, be drunk, while keeping her wits about her. Eventually, others joined her at the table and she was forced to converse with them, but by then, Keen had picked up on who's thought line was the mark's and kept Silvi informed on what he was doing and thinking. He even surmised the status of their card game and whispered to one of the players a bad choice to get him to lose his spot on the table.

When the man got up, Silvi was sure to take his spot and start playing with the mark. He was an older man, roughly forty or maybe a bit older, his hair showing grey colors in various places over his otherwise blonde coloration. That made it easy to flirt with him, since Silvi was quite an attractive elf, looking younger than her age as far as humans could tell. She knew not to start off with that, however, having learned over time that flirting immediately upon meeting someone always looked suspicious and ended up not letting her get close to the target. At first, she won a few hands, with Keen feeding her information on the other player's hands. It was quite obvious that he could sense things she could not, but it never seemed enough to convince her it was magic at play.

After those first two hands, however, she started sprinkling in losses, only to him, to boost his ego. Once he'd gained some confidence, she started to converse with him more about things unrelated to the game. At first it was innocent things, weather, recent farming issues, and the like, but as she got him to focus more on winning and less on what he was divulging, she started to switch more to what he did and who he knew. Eventually, she'd steered the conversation toward what she was after, the weapon.

At first, he wasn't particularly forthcoming with information, but by then he'd had quite a bit to drink, and she had paid the server to spike his drinks a bit so he was losing inhibitions at a faster rate than he'd anticipated. She couldn't get him to confirm that he knew about the fire lance, as she'd come to call it, but Keen confirmed the guy clearly knew what it was. When Silvi got him to accidentally mention that it was going to be moved, Keen picked up on the details.

The man had said that the weapon was gonna be delivered to Lord Steele as a harvest day present in two weeks, but even Silvi had noticed he was bluffing, having noticed his tells from the game earlier. Keen, however, had picked up that it was in fact, being moved that same evening, currently passing through the town before total nightfall. It was starting to get quite dark, but it was their best chance at getting it in transit. She played two more hands just to make back a little of her money and keep him from getting suspicious, then took her leave, meeting up with Keen outside. She untied the ropes from the post, meaning she pulled on them and they came off entirely, seeing Keen eying a mare as she passed by.

Silvi elbowed his shoulder, snapping him back into reality despite barely feeling the petite elf's arm hitting his massive body. "Yes, yes," she said to him, "you're a handsome boy, I'm sure she'll notice you next time. For now, let's go do our jobs and if we succeed, we can finally take some time off. Heck, I'll buy you a mare if you want."

The thought had never crossed his mind, one of the very few that hadn't, he thought to himself. He felt a rustle between his hind legs that made him shiver slightly for a second, growing a little more there than he cared to accept, which he noticed Silvi had tilted her head toward his rear as if she were about to notice. "I never considered that," he told her, knowing that even though the voice was only in her mind, she always looked at his face when they talked near enough to be considered face to face. "I think I'd rather a female who chooses me than is chosen for me... I'm not a very good horse I guess."

She turned to him and smiled, apparently not noticing what was going on in his nether region. "You're the best stallion I've ever met. Now let's go get rich," she said as she jumped up onto his back, being very light and quite well practiced in the maneuver, she had gotten quite good at mounting Keen. "Could really use a saddle though," not that it stopped her from complaining.

Once he felt her settle in and grab his mane, he took off at a gallop, heading toward where the Lord's friend had thought it would pass soon. "You know, if I wore a saddle, you'd miss the feel of me between your legs," he said, followed by a whinny reminiscent of a chuckle. Silvi laughed a little, knowing it was a little true while wondering if Keen understood the subtext that humans would apply to such a statement. She didn't want him to be distracted, however, so she figured she'd just tell him what it meant later. She was used to him reading her mind, however, so she knew to cloud her mind with other thoughts. He'd know she was hiding her thoughts, but he wouldn't know what she was hiding at least.

They quickly reached a little road near the edge of town, nearly crashing into the target carriage as Keen jumped over it from a small hill next to the road to avoid landing on it. Silvi jumped off his back, firing an arrow at the carriage horses' straps, cutting one clean and separating the then panicking horse from the harness, leaving the carriage to slow down to avoid steering into a tree on the side of the road due to the uneven horse distribution.

Keen landed on the other side of the road where there was no raised edge, the downward slope clearly cut to make the road, with more force than expected, barely keeping himself from tripping. He quickly turned around and faced the road, looking to see the effect they had on the carriage. Silvi, on the other hand, landed poorly and had to roll to keep from hurting herself. It didn't decrease her energy very well however, causing her to roll under Keen and nearly hit a tree beside him. "They stopped and got out of the carriage," he said to her, not sure of where she was. "Three guards, no one left inside. The lance is under the driver's seat."

She opened her eyes, her head squarely below Keen's hindquarters. First thing she noticed was two massive orbs hanging a few feet above her and a huge sheath, both swaying gently before settling into position. "Umm..." she thought, trying to figure out what to do next, "are you looking at them?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Faun em," she thought to him, a plan they had used before where Keen would run like a fawn to draw attention. He immediately jumped his giant hooves to the side, Silvi sitting up between his legs and jumping behind the nearby tree, making herself as small as possible behind it while narrowly avoiding being stepped on by the enormous stallion. She heard the guards yell something followed by Keen telling her that two of the guards were following him, his eyes able to pick up nearly as far as behind him while he ran around the forest. She noticed her bow was in plain sight in the direction Keen had gone, and she quickly jumped over the path, her hand landing on the bow before she rolled behind another tree, bow now safely in her possession once more.

Keen stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head, seeing both guards that went into the forest shift their attention to his partner. He changed from a faun like hop the gallop of a war horse, seeing the two guards raise their swords to her as she drew an arrow from the quiver on her hip, but he was now a fair distance from the evolving fray. Neither of them liked to hurt people, it always meant more trouble in the long run, but she knew she might not survive otherwise.

The two guards charged Silvi, both standing taller than her by almost a foot and wearing chair armor, rattling softly below their shirts as if to hide the fact that they were guards. The arrow found its mark between some ribs, causing the guard to drop his sword and stumble. The second guard had closed the gap, however, and thrust his sword toward Silvi's chest. She deflected it upward as she dodged downward, the blade narrowly missing her and leaving a large cut on her favorite bow. By now she was behind the guard who was clumsily recovering and turning around. Silvi swung her bow around and struck the guard on the back, causing him to stumble further away from her.

She nocked another arrow and hit the guard in the stomach just as he finished turning. A loud "crack" preceded its landing as her bow whipped forward and snapped, the upper arm breaking in half. He held the arrow with his offhand as if trying to pull it out. Silvi ran up close and grabbed both his hands before he could notice her doing so, getting up close to him before saying to him "leave it in and you might not bleed to death." The guard, doubled over, looked slightly up at her, a clear panic in his eyes, and nodded softly without noticing she had taken his sword.

"We should leave!" Keen said to her, still approaching fast but having run quite a distance, his hoof steps were barely audible behind Silvi who was now running to the carriage.

"Not without the lance," she said aloud, confirming the guard's suspicions. As she approached, however, the guard jumped up to the driver's bench instead of drawing his sword. Her heart fell as she envisioned her target driving off and her bounty being lost forever. "He's not--" is all Keen was able to communicate to her before the guard pulled out a weirdly shaped wooden club with a hollow metal piece sticking out of it and a long blade underneath it. By then, Silvi was in range of the guard, swinging her stolen sword to keep from getting stabbed by the guard above her as she jumped up to the seat with him.

What followed was an extremely loud noise, akin to thunder at a very short distance, and searing pain from some sort of explosion next to her face. A few seconds of her life got lost as she regained consciousness several feet back from the carriage, the guard thrusting the lance in her direction. The blade found her right shoulder and went clean through as if it didn't notice she was there, a thick unnatural smelling smoke, which must've appeared recently, covering most of the soldier's body. He pulled it back just as Keen reached him, rearing up and swinging his enormous hooves, striking the guard several times and causing him to fall backward much like Silvi did moments earlier.

She slowly regained her wits and looked around, the pain shifting from her head to her right side. "Get on, we're leaving!" Keen's voice cut through the fog in her brain, even through the loud ringing in her ears. She jumped forward and reached for the lance, her arm responding not with movement but with searing pain instead, somehow worse than what she was already feeling. She collapsed to the ground briefly, the lance just inches to her right though she knew she couldn't grab it that easily. She felt a tug at her shirt, Keen pulling her up. "Come on!" he yelled in her head. She grabbed the lance with her left hand, pure stubbornness the only thing granting her the strength to do so. They ran for a while with Keen holding her up by the shirt, her feet barely touching the ground.

"We need to lose our tracks..." she thought, the words barely coming together as her lightheadedness turned more to fogginess. She was bleeding badly and it wasn't about to stop on its own. Keen stopped briefly, pulling Silvi by the shirt and telling her to get on. It took far more effort than she was used to but she eventually got on him, wrapping her arms around his neck to try to hold on. "You're bleeding!" she started but then corrected herself. "No wait... that's me... I'm sorry," she continued, her deliriousness leading her to attempt to wipe the blood off with her hand instead of holding onto Keen.

"Hold tight," he urged her. "I'm gonna walk up this stream to hide our tracks and I don't want you falling off." She nodded and went back to holding him, exhaustion catching up to her on top of everything else. After a few minutes, Keen left the creek and walked toward to an abandoned barn, a location they'd used a few times to sleep before or after previous jobs. It was remote enough not to be found easily but close enough to water to hide their tracks without having to travel far from the area.

She was barely awake when he stopped walking, fully inside the dilapidated building at a stall they'd prettied up for such occasions. The floor was lined with comfy straw and there was hay for Keen to eat as well as blankets for Silvi to lay on. Keen carefully laid down, Silvi barely sliding off his back by the time he reached the ground. She laid back against the short wooden wall and they both looked at her injury. Keen didn't know what to do, Silvi was the one who tended to wounds and they had never been close this major.

She smiled at him, not entirely aware of the situation anymore, and leaned forward just a hair. "Wouldn't it be great if I could just wave my hand over it..." she began, her hand loosely moving over her shoulder. "And the wound would just close?" She groaned and passed out, limply laying backward again. Keen felt himself start to tear up as he saw what would likely be her final moments. His vision blurred from the tears but something caught his attention. The wound had not only stopped bleeding, it seemed to have scarred shut.

--

She awoke to a resting Keen, or rather, resting against him. While the short fur was nice, he felt different somehow... wrong, even. She couldn't put her finger on it but something was clearly off. She felt quite a bit better, however, so she stretched a bit and got up, looking him over. When he was asleep was the only time she was taller than him, though if his head was up they would meet almost face to face. His breathing was shallow and while it looked like he had wiped off some of her blood from before, he appeared to still have quite a bit on him. She then remembered that they usually didn't snuggle because he was too warm, something she didn't feel when she awoke.

She laid her hands on him and remembered the fur often obscured his heat at first. She remembered what she'd seen earlier before the fight and slid her hand between his legs, following the curve of his belly, his fur slowly getting shorter before almost disappearing altogether. Her heart sank when she noticed he was ice cold. She moved her hand around his nether region frantically, hoping to find the heat hidden away somewhere, no part of him being any warmer. She stood and looked around his body, trying to find why he would be so cold on what was a barely chilly night.

She grabbed a rag and dipped it into a bucket of lightly bloody water, likely what he'd used to clean her up. She noted the rag was previously her shirt, only then realizing she was bare-chested. Keen hated blood, especially the taste, which she imagined he braved solely for the task of cleaning her, his mouth being the only way for him to hold a rag. Cleaning him up, she quickly found why all his heat was escaping. He had a cut on his chest similar to the one she had the night before, likely from the same weapon, and though slowly, it looked to still be bleeding an unknown number of hours later.

She started to freak out, not sure of what she could do to stop a wound from bleeding when clearly it didn't intend to on its own. She rinsed off her shirt again and pressed it against the cut, hoping keeping pressure on it would help. After a few minutes Keen awoke, looking at Silvi without lifting or turning his head, "how are you feeling?"

She was startled to hear him when he seemed to have been sleeping, nearly dropping her once again blood-soaked shirt. "Me? You're bleeding!"

"Barely," he replied. "I was worried you wouldn't wake up."

"You're cold. I need to stop the bleeding."

"We're far from town and no doubt being hunted. It'll stop when it wants to." He then paused for a few seconds followed by a long yawn.

Silvi pulled away the shirt and saw the wound was still bleeding and no less than before. She threw the shirt aside, clearly not doing anything to help the situation, though she was starting to freak out a bit more as her limited options seemed to run out. She tried to hold the cut shut, her fingers doing very little to help as she called out, "please stop bleeding, just stop, please just stop."

"It'll stop on its own..." Keen said to her, interrupted by another yawn, "it always does." He then closed his eyes again and fell into a deep slumber, his head still not having been raised from the ground beside her. Silvi began to weep softly, thinking how she'd come to really like Keen and failed him in her promise of a good life. She applied pressure with both hands, one over the other, and suddenly felt herself getting tired. Her last thought before falling asleep over him once more was that the bleeding seemed to have finally stopped.

--

Silvi awoke again a few hours later, expecting the sun to rise shortly, though still quite dark outside. She could barely see Keen but it appeared he had stopped bleeding, though it was hard to tell with how dark it was. She grabbed a small bag from a compartment on the bottom of her quiver, pulling out a flint and a small knife, which she used to light a small fire. The old stones in the middle of the room had been there for years since the first time they found the building and stayed there overnight.

There wasn't much firewood left over, however, mostly twigs for starting the fire, so it didn't produce much light, but it was enough for her to check on Keen. She saw the wound didn't seem to be actively bleeding but there was dried blood everywhere. She grabbed the bloody bucket with her shirt in it and walked the short distance to the river, keeping an ear out for guards. It was a difficult trek with almost no moonlight, she kicked several rocks and tripped once, luckily catching herself before hitting the ground.

Once she reached the water, thankful the sound of flowing water was able to give her some direction, she cleaned out the bucket and rag until she felt it was probably clean, refilled the bucket, and went to return to the old barn. She moved far slower on the way back, feeling with her foot to keep from tripping and dropping what she was pretty sure was a full bucket of water. Upon reaching the barn she spent a few minutes looking around to ensure no one had found Keen while she was gone and ensuring she hadn't been followed, though to most people Keen was just a horse so she didn't expect them to want to take revenge on him.

She spent several minutes cleaning him off, making sure he had no blood on him and then cleaning off any she found on herself. Her pants had quite a bit on them and while she managed to wipe off the leather, it had gotten wet and cold so she took those off as well and hung them on one of the few remaining stall walls to dry. Once she was sure there was no more blood to clean, she decided to see if Keen was doing better. He was clearly breathing, which she had checked on a few times already, but since the bleeding had stopped, she was hoping it was from the wound finally healing and not from running out of blood.

She slipped her hand between his legs, immediately feeling his warmth where his fur was shortest, more like a peach-fuzz, and very soft. She felt her heart speed up a bit, both from the feel of relief that he seemed to be recovering and the thought of touching such a large male in such a private area. His breathing was calm and deep, clearly asleep, and no longer at risk of death. Her hand slowly wandered a bit further until it reached just ahead of where his sheath lay, hanging downward slightly from its own weight.

Her small hand looked as though it likely could barely grip him if she wanted to, though she knew to be gentle, especially since she didn't want to wake him. She wanted to thank him for saving her, even more so because the risk he took to do so almost killed him as well. "Maybe this will give him some nice dreams and convince him he wants a nice mare," she thought to herself as she slowly took his sheath in her hand, feeling it had a more substantial weight then she expected. It was also very warm, much more than he was just a few inches away.

Keen stirred slightly and she let him go, immediately thinking it was a mistake to touch him there. He simply stretched out, however, his leg less in the way now as he was no longer curled up, fully exposing himself to her inadvertently. Still clearly sleeping, she returned to her task, shifting herself carefully as to not have to reach out as far to touch him. She softly lifted his sheath up, feeling its weight once again though this time with both hands. She felt a little cold wearing nothing but a small cloth as undergarments, the feel of him warming her entire body slightly.

She kept looking at his face, or rather trying to as she couldn't really see past his chest from that angle without standing up. She couldn't shake the feeling that she shouldn't be doing it, but at the same time she enjoyed the feeling of him and hoped he did as well. She began caressing him, feeling the small amount of give it had against her soft hands as she slid them across him. It made her want to give it a squeeze though she knew not to do so with much strength. Giving the tip of it a mild amount of pressure, she looked to see if he'd awoken but he had not moved. Her other hand slowly slid along his sheath until it reached his balls, which were far bigger than she remembered, not even close to fitting in her hand.

Noticing his breathing had sped up a small bit she pressed her ear against him, faintly hearing a somewhat sped up pulse, though he didn't seem to stir. Confident her plan was working, she gave him another squeeze with her left hand and softly caressed his sack with her right, finding her own pulse to have increased as well. Her gaze shifted somewhat to the right, knowing males were sensitive and wanting to be as careful as possible with him until she felt her left hand fill up with his growing cock, causing her to look at his sheath in amazement. Not only did his sheath swell but his penis kept getting bigger, seemingly at the feel of her touching his balls.

She continued to caress him, her right hand swirling around as if trying to ensure she touched every square inch of his sack, while her left held his slowly increasing length, enjoying the feeling of him growing in her hand. Just as she began to wonder how long it would continue, it stopped growing, roughly the size of her entire arm and twice as thick. It started out quite large at the base and slowly tapered a little, the end just a bit smaller than her fist. It was a dark brown at the base, even darker than his fur, and changed to a soft pink a little over halfway through where there was a bump all the way around it like a ring.

This was her first time seeing a horse erect and she suddenly understood why attractive men were sometimes called stallions. She even thought to herself that she'd love to be a mare at the time. Figuring it likely wouldn't grow further, she slowly slid her hand up his balls and through his sheath, meeting with her other hand, not lifting them off of him even as she passed over his shaft, stopping to feel the ring in the middle. The bump was much softer than the rest and fun to press on, but she didn't linger since she wanted to play with his entire length.

It was quite firm but with a slight give, just enough to feel like she both could and should tighten her grip on it a bit, but as she slid her hands toward his tip she could feel her skin gripping his and she decided to loosen her grip again before continuing. She reached his tip, which felt a little rougher than the rest, and she cupped her hands over it, pressing on it lightly in the direction he would penetrate a mare.

His back legs kicked lightly and his hips pushed forward, thrusting his cock into her hands and making her heart skip a beat. She was suddenly filled with dread as she figured that had to be him waking up. Halfway standing and looking toward his face revealed he appeared to still be asleep, however, which left her with a sense of relief and surprisingly wet hands. She looked down at them and saw they suddenly had a clear liquid on them. It was very warm and when she looked past her hands, she saw a thin line of it connected to the tip of Keen's dick.

She rubbed it between her fingertips and realized it was very slippery. After sliding her palms together for a few seconds first, she laid her hands on Keen again, one above and the other below the ring, spreading the clear liquid over his enormous length as much as she could. There wasn't enough on her hands to fully cover him but she noticed it made her slide easily without gripping his skin. She rubbed him softly at first and slowly pushed a little harder against him, pressing his cock against his belly as she tested how hard she could press on it and still slide around.

His tip was slowly leaking more of the clear liquid, which she carefully scooped into her hand and spread around his dick until he was fully slippery. She smiled as she felt ready to play with his entire length at once. Wrapping her hands around him at the base, she slid them from his sheath to just below the tip and noticed that doing so made a few more large drops of liquid drip form his tip, starting to collect on the straw on the floor below. She then slid her hands back down to his sheath, separating her fingers and sliding them all the way through until they met with the base of his sack.

Soon she began to work his giant cock in a steady rhythm, every time her hands moved up his shaft making him leak some more and his hips thrusting lightly when her fingers slid back down past the ring, making them move all the way to his sheath quite quickly. The more she played with it the more confident she became that he wouldn't wake from it and soon she thought to see if she could make him thrust harder again, but she wanted to play with him some more first.

She used only her fingertips to take more of the slippery fluid from his tip, trying very hard not to stimulate him too much yet, and rubbed it between her hands, making sure they were properly lubed before laying them on his warm balls. She softly caressed his sack and moved them around lightly, enjoying how soft and slippery it felt for a few more moments. Then, very slowly, she slid her hand over to his sheath again and began to move them to his tip, except this time she didn't stop.

She reached his tip and cupped it once again, her now very wet hands eliciting the same response as before. This time, however, she couldn't keep her hands on it and they slid quite a bit further down, making him thrust a second time before rolling onto his back. She took her hands off him as his dick was now at arm's length but a devious idea popped into her mind and she stood up, looking over the huge erect draft horse in front of her.

It was a bit tricky but she managed to climb atop him, straddling him with her legs and resting the end of his sheath between her legs. She leaned forward and put her hands around the head of his cock again, picking up more of the clear liquid and causing him to thrust into her hands, a feeling she had grown to quite enjoy. Her hands worked their way down to the base of him, stopping when they reached her loin cloth before sliding back up and causing her to lean forward to reach the tip each time before pulling them back to her, using his thrusts to keep a long steady motion. Each time he shifted against her she could feel his cock sliding under her loin cloth, sending soft tingles across her entire body.

Noticing his rapid breathing matched her own, she began to worry that he'd wake up and even if he were enjoying it, being in such a position could make him kick her by accident if he were startled awake. She pulled her hands away from him and held still for a few seconds, thinking of how to get off of him in the least abrupt way possible. Just as she leaned to the side to attempt to dismount him, she heard him say his thoughts to her, "don't stop."

The words she heard in her mind were shaky, as if he were tired and having a hard time thinking straight, but they were also very content. She'd never told him that she could, to a certain degree, sense his emotions through his speech, though she suspected he did the same. She laid her hands back on the small part of his sheath that she could reach and started to play with him again, thinking back her response, "how long have you been awake?"

"Since before you mounted me," he replied, still breathing quickly though now his head was up and looking at her as if they were conversing with regular speech. "You feel great"

"So do you," she said aloud with a smile, knowing she could've just thought it but enjoying saying it directly to him. Continuing in her thoughts she told him, "now lay back and enjoy it, I know I am." He laid his head back down and she started to stroke all the way to the very end of his cock once more, making him thrust against her which they both enjoyed. She noticed, however, that the head that made him react so pleasantly was getting a little bigger and while she didn't know how big it'd get, she decided without thinking not to let it get much bigger.

She slowly slid herself up his body, rubbing his entire length between her legs until his tip was resting against her. Her warmth was almost too much for him to handle as he tried to hold back his hips, which still pushed his cock against her once or twice. She leaned forward and reached between her legs, trying to guide the giant horse into her vagina.

He began, "will it--"

"Let's find out," she cut him off as she pushed against him. His head felt even better than his shaft and the thought of having him insider her made heart race even more. It was truly enormous, however, and she was small even for an elf. She kept pushing against him though, his dick curving slightly before she started to wiggle her hips side to side to try and get him in. Suddenly the head slipped in, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine and to her head. He thrusted against her when he felt himself penetrate her, driving him in just a few inches and pushing her forward a few more.

She tried to hold still for a few moments and enjoy it but felt a mild pain between her legs. Remembering the night before, she spread her fingers and concentrated on not feeling pain and very quickly it was gone.

"Are... are you... okay?" Keen asked, barely holding back as his concern for her outweighed the pleasure of insertion.

"Never better..." she said aloud once more, having a hard time thinking now that all she felt was his warmth inside of her. Fearing he might pop out if she slid forward, she kept her bare chest against his stomach and pushed lightly against him, slowly driving him deeper into her wet vagina. She'd never felt anything like him and she wanted as much of him as possible. Without magic she was sure he could've hurt her, but the fact that she seemed to be able to stop pain made her wonder if she could take his giant cock in its entirety.

Keen tried to tell her not to try for too much but when he began to do so, she started to slide up and down, causing him to trail off as his thoughts turned solely to how nice she felt. She started to let off soft moans every time she felt his cock slide into her, using the soft thrusts he was trying to hold back each time to get him slightly further in. Once she was confident in how far she could pull him out without him slipping out entirely, she put her hands on his chest and lifted herself up, shifting her weight back and pushing him further into her, quickly reaching the ring in the middle.

She could feel it pushing against her opening each time she leaned back after sliding forward, adding just a slight resistance she yearned to push through. Eventually she'd had enough and wanted to feel it inside her so she leaned back harder and wiggled her hips left and right again until the ring suddenly slipped through. Keen let out a sort of moan into Silvi's head and a soft whinny through his mouth as she passed over the halfway point of his length, causing him to thrust hard, no longer able to hold it back.

Her head lifted as the surprise caused her to sit fully upright, accidentally setting her entire weight against him and sinking his cock fully into her, right to the hilt. They both sat still for almost a full minute, breathing heavily and really taking in the feeling of fullness. Afterward, he thought to her, "I don't think... I can take much more--"

She cut him off again, leaning forward until she was just a few inches from pulling him out before leaning back hard and sliding him fully back inside her, making him thrust hard into her again. She could feel his sheath keeping him from going further and she wondered what she was now capable of but couldn't imagine anything better than how she felt at that moment. Staying somewhat upright, she started bouncing up and down quickly, only sliding about a foot of him in and out of her in a fast rhythm, feeling every inch of him inside of her.

His breathing suddenly sped up and she felt the tip of his dick get bigger inside her, adding some resistance to her bouncing and making her very aware of exactly how deep he was inside her. She took it as a sign that he was enjoying the feeling of her and lifted herself forward until she could feel his flared tip barely still inside her. He inhaled deeply as she slid him out and held his breath briefly until she sat back down onto his cock, sliding in slower than before but still sinking it fully into her. This time he thrusted into her several times, not stopping even as she held in place, as if he were still trying to penetrate her even deeper somehow.

She shuddered as she inhaled deeply, feeling his dick throbbing inside her as if the whole thing was pulsing and getting bigger inside her. She lifted herself up again, accidentally pulling him all the way out. She looked down and saw his enormous cock, not sure how she could have taken it all but craving it nonetheless. She leaned forward and grabbed the giant head of his dick, making him thrust into her hands again though this time the size just pushed them away and got them slick again. She softly squeezed it and put it against her vagina, both pulling it toward her and pushing her hips down onto him.

She could faintly hear his thoughts whispering "please go in, please go in," over and over, making her sit harder against his tip, suddenly penetrating and thrusting hard into her, driving him just past the ring and making him start to thrust continuously, sinking his cock inside her right down to his sheath. They both shuddered from the feeling before she lifted herself off him again, nearly letting him pop out again but then sinking him back into her quickly. When she crossed the ring this time, however, his cock throbbed hard and hot shots of horse cum began to fill her, making it harder to sink him in deeper but the pure ecstasy making her want to take as much of him as possible.

She sat hard on him, her entire weight barely sliding him in further as small amounts of his cum leaked out of her. He kept thrusting hard and pumping more horse cum into her, thoughts of nothing but pleasure leaking from his mind into hers as she did the same. He didn't stop until well after she had taken all of him again, being fully inside her not stopping him from trying to shove his cock even deeper. She could feel his tip having flared deep inside her, it was huge and very warm and she wanted it to last forever.

After more than a minute of keeping him as deep as possible, feeling his cock throb inside her, Keen slowly stopped thrusting against her, his cum no longer flowing into her as he panted heavily, his heart racing along with hers. Silvi felt his enormous penis relax a little inside her and she collapsed over him, hearing his heartbeat through her chest while resting over him, her arms around him as she was too tired to do anything but lay there.

Several minutes passed with them just resting before Keen spoke to her, "are you okay?"

"More than okay..." she said aloud between long breaths. "That was... amazing."

Keen raised his head so he could see her. "I don't think you were meant to take a horse like that..." he thought to her, though she could sense he was happy that she did.

She smiled, "I can't wait to take all of you again."

Written May 28, 2023 by Reynard L