Chapter 1 - Negotiation with Centaurs

A/N: It's been a while (more than two years) but here's another story in the Apprentice world, as a bonus post this week. It's a little more hardcore than I usually write, but I figure that's appropriate for a bonus post. I don't plan to post Apprentice stories regularly, but only when I get the urge to write something that fits best in this series. Content notes are in the description.

It had sounded great at first, Annelise mused, as she tried for the third time to get the spell to work properly. Master Makala would be spending a long time in deep meditation, projecting to the Astral Plane to 'gain deeper insight in the workings of magic', leaving Annelise by herself for up to a month and a half. It had sounded to Annelise like some much-needed time off from her studies, apart from a small amount of revision that her Master had set her.

Now, halfway through the third week, she was starting to take a different view. She hadn't realized how many cleaning and general maintenance spells Master Makala had set up in the tower until they had begun to disappear from lack of maintenance by the Master. Annelise had spent hours poring through the thick book the Master had shown her that contained all the active spells in the tower. Most of them weren't exactly powerful, but they were often unexpectedly complex to set up.

Annelise had begun to suspect that this was another one of Master Makala's indirect 'learning opportunities'.

She grinned wearily as she the spell finally took hold and the broom jerked free of her grip and began carefully sweeping the hallway. Her stomach growled as she stretched, and she set off in the direction of the kitchen to have a later-than-expected lunch.

***

Annelise was finishing up a piece of cold sausage and paging through the book to find the spell that made the ceilings in the tower give of a golden glow at night when there was a series of loud knocks on the door below. After she'd used a careful cantrip to remove the grease stain her dropped sausage had left on the page, she went to open the door.

She was a little surprised that it was the Baron himself, accompanied by a pair of guards. Though he occasionally had business with Master Makala, he usually just sent a messenger.

"Oh, hello, my Lord," she said, bowing. "How may I help you?"

"I need to speak with Master Makala at once," he said, looking harried.

"The Master is not available right now," Annelise replied, looking past him for any hint about what had him so out of sorts.

"Well, make her available," he ordered. "This is a very urgent matter!"

Annelise took a deep breath. Once you go out into the world on your own, you'll often have to interact with powerful people. Remember that as a Sorceress, you're powerful too. Don't let them assume they can order you around. It took me some time to convince the Baron here that I wouldn't come running any time he wants something, Master Makala had told her, once, about the position of magically powerful people in society.

She drew herself up to her full height -- still nearly a head shorter than the Baron -- and looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry, but that's not possible right now. If it's really urgent, I'll see what I can do, but the Master really is out of contact for the foreseeable future."

The Baron looked around at his impassive guards, then fumbled a creased envelope out of his embroidered tunic and waved it at her.

"I've just received an urgent message that I need your Master's assistance with." He finally held it still in front of Annalise's eyes, so that she could see the broken seal. "It's from the Immortal Empress!" he added, voice rising.

"Er," Annalise stammered. "I'll have to think for a moment, please. Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

The Baron waved off his guards and followed Annelise into the richly-decorated room just off the entrance hall where Master Makala usually received important guests -- or at least, guests who thought of themselves as important. She gathered her thoughts while she poured them each a glass of wine, then sat down in a chair by a small table, opposite the Baron and tried to look confident and knowing.

"Are you sure Master Makala can't be reached?" he asked immediately when she sat down.

"Yes, my Lord. I'm afraid she'll be out of contact for at least another three weeks. I thought she told you about this?"

The Baron waved a hand. "Yes, yes, she sent a message. I was just hoping she might still be reachable in an emergency."

Master Makala's body was upstairs in her bed, but with her in such a deep trance and her spirit wandering who-knew-where, it would be very dangerous to try to wake her. Annelise decided that the Baron didn't need to know the details.

"If you'll tell me what this is about, I might, like I said, be able to help," she said, trying to keep the uncertainty out of her voice.

The Baron deflated a little. "Well, it's like this: a messenger arrived this morning with this envelope. It's a message from the Immortal Empress asking me, in very polite language, to please deliver this message," he drew another, sealed, envelope from the opened one, "and ask Master Makala to please do the Empress the favor she describes. I don't know what exactly she wants, but we do try to keep good relations with the Empire."

"But we don't belong to the Empire, right?"

The Baron gave her a pointed look. "We are not her subjects, of course, but when the Empress of a thousand-year-old Empire personally asks me for a favor, I find that it is a good idea to at least attempt to oblige her."

"Oh. Well, give me the letter and I'll see what I can do," Annalise said, and, at his incredulous look, added, "Master Makala has authorized me to handle her correspondence in her absence."

The Baron reluctantly handed over the envelope. From long hours of study under the Master, Annelise immediately recognized the large wax seal as that of the Empire, with the fancy border that meant that this was the Empress personal seal. The markings around the seal, and the faint tingle that went up her arm when she took the envelope, meant that it was also magically protected, presumably so that it could only be opened by the intended recipient.

It took only a minute or two for Annelise to run back upstairs and retrieve the enchanted letter opener that enabled Annelise to open messages intended for the Master and to break the seal with it. When she opened the envelope, she saw that it contained a single sheet of paper, a small unfamiliar coin and yet another sealed envelope.
The message on the paper, between a long a formulaic introductory paragraph and a similarly formulaic salutation, was only four sentences, in the Imperial dialect.

Makala, if I am correctly informed, you have established friendly relations with one of the few tribes of Centaurs still living in the known world. I find I have urgent need of the insight of one of their Seers. I would be much obliged and would consider myself to owe you a favor if you were to give him the included sealed message and send me his reply as quickly as possible. I will, of course, reimburse you for any payment he requests.

Please seal your reply with the included stamp.

Annelise thought for a moment. It was a fairly simple request, though of course Centaurs weren't the easiest to get along with of to ask favors of. Still, she might be able to handle this herself. She returned the paper, the envelope and the seal stamp to the envelope and looked back up at the Baron.

"I may be able to help with this," she began, thinking on how much to tell him, then continued, "but I will have to consult with the Centaurs across the lake. I'll go to see them tomorrow, and will hopefully have a reply for the Empress by the evening."

The Baron sagged a little in relief and finished his wine in one big gulp.

"I would, of course, be very grateful for any help you can give. You can assure your Master that she will be repaid."

"Yes, thank you," Annelise said, her mind already on which books she would need to look through to give her the best chance of persuading the Centaurs the next day. "If you could send a messenger to pick up the reply, if I get any, around sundown tomorrow, then it can be delivered with a minimum of delay."

The Baron nodded and followed Annelise as she led him back to the front door.

"Now, you'll have to excuse me," Annelise said, as she escorted him out, "I need to prepare for tomorrow."

After some perfunctory pleasantries, the Baron and his men left, and Annelise retreated to the part of Master Makala's library that was not concerned with spellwork, intending to look up all she could find on Centaurs.

***

The following day, after a two-mile walk and a short trip across the lake in a borrowed boat, Annelise entered the fringes of the dark forest on the lake's shore. She looked around as the forest quickly got darker. There was little doubt the Centaurs would soon know of her presence; she'd accompanied Master Makala on visits here twice before, and both times they'd been met by sentries before they'd gotten a mile into the forest.

Indeed, she had only been walking for five minutes when there was a rustling of undergrowth and a large, dark shape emerged from between two large trees. It was a Centaur, with a black horse-like lower body and a tanned looking upper body, long black hair in many intricate braids handing down past his shoulders. Annelise eyed his bow, arrow nocked but not yet drawn or aimed in her direction.

Remembering the point both Master Makala and the books she'd read the day before had made about Centaurs' pride and the value of politeness, she bowed low and said, "Greetings. I am Annelise, apprentice to Master Makala. Might I please speak with one of your leaders?"

She dared a quick glance up at the Centaur's face. He was looking at her with a slight superior smile, but he lowered the bow further and removed the arrow.

"Master Makala is known and respected by us," he said formally. "But why should our leaders speak with you?"

It's a test, Annelise thought. He's trying to provoke me. Out loud, she said, in her most formal voice, "Master Makala is unavoidable unreachable at the moment, but she has authorized me to act in her stead. I received a request meant for her yesterday, to take a request to you. Since it is urgent, I am here to in her place." She slowly stood up straight again.

He  gave her a nearly-imperceptible nod of approval, then gestured behind him. "I am Hesiod. I will take you to Phaedros, so that he can decide if he will speak with you. Follow me."

He turned and trotted back into the forest, taking a small horn from its strap on his back and blowing three short, low notes. Annelise followed after him, struggling to keep up through the underbrush.

***

It took nearly half an hour for them to reach their destination. Several times along the way, Annelise was pretty sure that she saw shapes follow them some distance though the forest; presumably they were more Centaurs, keeping an eye on her. Eventually, they emerged into small clearing in the forest. On the other side, two Centaurs with bows -- a female with a brown horse-half and a male whose very pale human half was set off by a pitch-black lower body -- flanking a third, who had a horse-half that was almost bone-white, with a human half with shoulder-length hair of the same color and dark skin. And, Annelise noticed, a pair of curved horns protruding from his forehead. This, Annalise remembered, was usually the sign of a Seer.

She'd come to a stop beside Hesiod, but when he nudged her forwards she took a few steps forward and bowed to the center Centaur and bowed again. "Greetings, I am Annalise, apprentice to Master Makala, and I have come in her place to ask a favor of you," she said.

The Centaur looked at her, considering, then nodded at Hesiod and the other Centaurs.

"I recognize her. Master Makala brought her to see us some time ago. We trust Master Makala, and so we will trust her." He inclined his head to where a narrow path led from the clearing into the forest. "I will speak with her concerning this favor she wishes to ask. You may leave us."

The three Centaurs nodded to the pale Centaur, and left her alone with him. He move into the center of the clearing and beckoned her closer.

"Come. I am Phaedros, and I can speak for my people. What is the favor Master Makala would ask of us?"

Annelise stepped closer, taking the letter from her pack and handing it to Phaedros.

"Yesterday, we received a message from the Immortal Empress, asking Master Makala to request that one of your Seers share their insight regarding an urgent matter. I don't know the details, but the Empress sent this message for the Seer."

"I am a Seer, of course," Phaedros said, seriously. "I will read this message and decide whether to help." He took a small knife from his belt and broke the seal. "It is not often one hears from the Empress herself."

The message he took from the envelope was several pages long, and he gestured toward a fallen log as he began to read it. "Take a seat there while I read."

Annalise did so, restraining herself from asking him what the message was about. He took several minutes to read the letter, and Annelise passed the time by mentally revising, again, the twelve common alchemical reagents and their uses, as Master Makala had asked her to do during her absense.

Finally, there was a rustle of paper as Phaedros returned the pages to the envelope.

"This is indeed an important matter," he announced, importantly. "It is good that the Empress came to us with it. Of course, the reputation of our Seers is well-known. Now," he continued, putting the envelope in a pouch by his side, "what is Master Makala proposing to give me in return for this use of my talent?"

Annelise rose to her feet and took a few respectful steps closer. Centaurs where on the small side for horses, but this still meant that she had to tilt her head back to look at Phaedros -- her eyes were about level with his navel.

"Unfortunately, I could not consult with the Master before meeting you, so I could not ask her opinion. Is there anything in particular we could offer you?"

Phaedros canted his head to the side and gave her a long, assessing look. "What you sk of me will require several hours deep contemplation and concentration on the Sight. It would be best if I were... relaxed. I assume that in her teachings, your Master told what the significance if, to us Centaurs, of the fact that autumn has started?"

Annelise nodded and tried to look seriously, though internally she congratulated herself on the fact that it was looking like she had guessed right. From her lessons with Master Makala and the reading she had done the day before, she knew that, unlike humans women, Centaurs had a mating season, which usually ran from late sprint into the summer. She was pretty sure where this was going.

"Then you must know of the difficulties I and my fellows have at this time of year. It occurs to me that you may be able to assist me, so that I may be in the appropriate state of mind to share my insight with the Empress."

And there it was. Centaur females were utterly uninterested in the advances of their males outside their season, which led to a lot of frustrated Centaur males during this time of year. This had, in the past, sometimes lead to clashes with neighboring humans. Annelise was sure now what he was asking of her. It was daunting but also a little exciting.

"I'm sure I will be able to help," she said, bowing politely again. "Would this be a good time for you?" She felt a little blush creep into her cheeks.

Phaedros let out a bark of laughter. "Ah, you were expecting this!" he boomed. "Good! Yes, now is a good time, though this is not the place. We will need to go some distance, so it would be best if you rode."

He knelt down by her side, and invited her to climb on with a gesture. Annelise hesitated for a moment -- sidesaddle would not be a good idea, especially without a saddle, and she had prepared for this... Then, shrugging, she hiked up her dress -- revealing to a watching Phaedros that she had left her underwear at home -- and straddled him, taking careful hold of his torso as he surged back to his feet.

"Hah!" he boomed again, letting loose another bark of laughter. "You were expecting this!"

Chuckling to himself, he set of at a trot along another narrow forest path. He moved carefully, so the ride was certainly not unpleasant for Annelise. After a few minutes, she reached into her pack and withdrew a small potion bottle that she had taken from Master Makala's collection and drank the smoky, spicy potion in two big swallows. It would make things easier, later.

***

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived in another clearing, this one somewhat larger and with a small, clear pond in the center. Phaedros stopped by a large section of sawn log, and Annelise dismounted. When she looked up after stretching her legs, Phaedros had taken a thick blanked from a tarp-covered bundle behind the log and was draping it over the log.

He turned to her and explained, "For later. Now, Master Makala has performed this service for me and some of my fellows a number of times. Let us see if she has taught her apprentice well, shall we?"

As Annelise stepped closed, nervously but with a tremor of excitement low in her belly, he continued, "You may lose the dress. And start by using your hands and mouth, I think."

Annelise nodded in what she hoped was a successful way, then undid her belt, slipped her shoulder straps over her shoulders, and let the simple blue dress slide off her body. A moment later, after having dropped the dress on the canvas bundle and having smiled at Phaedros' pleased sound as he looked her up and down, she approached him, ran a hand over his flank, and knelt down.

It was immediately obvious that the Centaur was already excited. His horse-dick, mottled pink and dark brown, was already halfway out of its sheath, still handing downward but stiffening quickly. Annelise paused for just a moment to take a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent. Then she spat in her hands and tentatively reached out to touch it. It twitched under her touch, the flared head thumping against the Centaur's stomach, and she quickly gripped it more firmly.

It was hot under her touch, stiff but slightly yielding. Annelise found her hesitation quickly evaporating. In the past few months, partly because of Master Makala's advice on the way a Sorceress should not simply let all society's rules apply to herself, her sexual inhibitions had been getting rather looser, in ways she thought her parents would not entirely have approved off. As she slid her hand along the horse-dick, not quite as big as some of the ones she'd seen on true horses but still the size of her arm, she was quite sure they would most certainly not have approved of this.

The Centaur's cock had now reached its full size and was pulsing slightly under her touch, a small dribble of pre-cum appearing by the slit in the flared head. She scooped it up quickly, spreading it around and sliding her hands over the full length. Her hands were not big enough to fit around it all the way, so she crawled forward on her knees until she was sitting directly under the throbbing dick, head tilted back so she could see if fully. Then she put her hands together just behind the head, her fingers interlacing only slightly, and began to stroke up and down, not quite managing to cover the full length in this position. From the sudden groan from behind her and the way the dick twitched strongly and almost escaped her grip, the Centaur didn't mind.

She quickly picked up the tempo, jerking him almost violently and bumping into the back of the flared head with every stroke. Occasionally she let go momentarily with one of her hands to pick up another dollop of thick pre-cum as lubrication. She didn't catch all of it, and small drops of it landed on her face and chest and began running down her torso. After a few minutes of this, just as she needed to blink a few times to prevent the pre-cum from dripping into her eyes, the Centaur move, his legs taking a little step as he thrust forward.

Annelise smiled to herself, calling out "Easy!" to the Centaur as she put a hand to his chest to stop his movement. It was about time for the next step. She stopped moving her hands, using them only to hold the throbbing cock still while she sat up straighter and placed a light kiss just under the slit. Her lips came away covered in thick Centaur pre-cum, and she licked them clean. The taste was different from a humans'; strong but not exactly bad. That worry settled, she moved forward again, licking a long path along the rim of the flared head.

The Centaur stopped moving, freezing rigidly in place as she kept going, licking the entire head, then began moving her hands again, slowly. She opened her mouth as far as it would go but was unable to fit any significant part of the head inside, though she tried several times. She shrugged and went back to licking and running her lips over it, sometimes sticking her tongue as far as it would go into the cum-slit and drawing a shudder from the massive body above her.

When the Centaur began moving erratically again, she shifted position again, now licking the length of the great cock while one of her hands played with the head, the other running along the cock. Her arms and face were covered in white pre-cum now, and it was dripping over the rest of her body as well. A minute later, when the giant cock she was worshipping began twitching, the Centaur abruptly stepped back, pulling his cock from her grip. A forehoof landed in the grass next to her.

"Enough!" Phaedros commanded, a little unsteadily. "You have talent, but I want more than just your hands and mouth!"

He stepped away from her, moving carefully so as not to hit her, and strode over to the log, his cock swinging with his movements and leaving a trail of pre-cum. Annelise got to her feet, feeling some of her own wetness as her thighs rubbed together as she moved to the log and lay back on it. The blanked made the position reasonably comfortable.

"Eager, are you?" Phaedros called to her. He didn't wait for a reply as he put his legs on either side of the log and stepped forward, his swinging cock hitting her legs in places and leaving stains of pre-cum. The Centaur stopped when the head hit her stomach. A small pool of cum quickly began to form in her bellybutton, but she reached down and gripped the flared head, pulling him forward a little further. At his grunt of surprise, she slapped his stomach and called out, "Patience! Just one more thing before the main event!"

There was no reply, but also no protest as she carefully pulled him forward a little more, then released the cock, letting it slap down between her breasts. She moved the cock around a little to smear the pre-cum around until she was good and slippery, then positioned it carefully between her breasts, the head by her mouth.

She took leaned her head forward, trying to hold the head in place with her lips as she put her hands on the sides of her breasts and pushed them together. They weren't big enough to fit around the shaft completely, but she got plenty of contact between the cock and her skin. She licked the head once, then said, "You can start moving now."

The Centaur thrust forward, his dick moving between her breasts, and she let her head fall backward so she could lick along the bottom of the head and shaft. The thick shaft slipped sideways a little at first, slippery with pre-cum, until she could trap it properly between her breasts, and then he began moving forward and back. His breathing became ragged as he thrush, pre-cum splattering over her torso and into her face. She laughed in amusement and pleasure as it became hard for her to keep her mouth on his rod while his thrusts became faster and harder, his hot cock sliding between her breasts. He kept going until there was a sudden large spurt of pre-cum from the flared head just as he was moving forward, covering her face in thick white goo.

The Centaur stopped thrusting abruptly and said, through harsh breaths, "That will be enough of that! You are very good, but that is not where I intend to cum."

Annelise stifled a giggle as he stepped back again, leaving another trail of whiteness down her stomach. She reached out again, taking the head back in her hands and carefully positioning it between her legs.

"Ready?" Phaedros asked, as the blunt head of his cock it the outside of her pussy. Annelise swallowed hard. In the past few months, she'd had several sessions of 'Conjuration practice', as her Master called it -- usually with a knowing smile -- and her Conjured constructs had gotten more and more well-endowed as she explored her limits. This Centaur cock was thick even by those standards, but the potion she had taken should help with flexibility and lubrication.

"Yes!" She shouted, before she could change her mind.

Without further hesitation, the Centaur thrust forward, hard, several inches. The slickness from the pre-cum and Annelise's own wetness meant that her entrance held out only momentarily, and her legs trembled in mixed pleasure and pain as the flared head popped inside. The Centaur stopped moving for a moment until she moaned, then slowly moved forward, feeding his thick, veiny cock into her pussy inch by inch. She felt herself stretch obscenely, and she was surprised at how much of his dick slid by her fingers and into her clenching pussy before he hit bottom, a surprised yip escaping her lips as she reached her limit.

Phaedros ceased his movement immediately, and Annalise heard a deep chuckle as he began to move back, the ridge of his cockhead scraping along the inner walls of her pussy and dragging another moan from her. He stopped just before the head of his cock left her pussy, chuckling at the way that she clenched her pussy to keep him inside. She felt a dribble of thick cum run out of her pussy and down between her ass cheeks, reveling in the feeling for a moment before the Centaur thrust forward again, the giant cock pistoning hard into her pussy again.

Her moans grew louder, like the Centaur's breaths, as he kept thrusting, going faster until she was sliding back and forth across the blanket with his movements. As her pleasure rose, Annelise's hand moved to her clit, her fingers roughly stroking her clit while her other hand reached further down and gripped his cock, desperate to increase the amount of contact.

Over the next several minutes, his thrusts increased gradually in speed. Annelise's pussy and hands became covered more and more in a mix of pre-cum and her own fluids as she became lost in her pleasure, which was only increased by the occasional slight jolt of pain as the thick cock-head went slightly too deep. Her eyes fell closed and she lost track of time completely. The flared head and thick veins stimulated the inside of her pussy, and it did not take long before she was shouting and moaning loudly. A minute later, the pummeling of the rod in her hole pushed her over the edge, and she came with a shout, her limbs flailing wildly and her pussy convulsing around the giant invader.

A moment later, her senses returned to the continued feeling of the Centaur pistoning in and out of her. She could feel that she was now sliding back and forth over the by this point completely cum-soaked blanket. As her thoughts became coherent again and she felt her pussy protest slightly at the ongoing punishment but the giant cock, an idea occurred to her. She considered it for a moment, uncertain whether it would work but too excited and lost in pleasure to care.

She reached up and thumped the Centaur's chest, managing to stammer, "S-stop a minute!"

"What, now? I'm not done!" Phaedros shouted, but he did stop. She quickly scooted back until the wide head popped out of her pussy with a jolt of exquisite pleasure, causing her to shiver for a moment before she reached down, shifted position and repositioned the Centaur's by now throbbing dick.

She had to draw up her legs a little and pull one of her ass-cheeks aside before she could move him to where she wanted him.

"Are you certain?" the Centaur asked her as he felt the head of his dick thump into the tight pucker of her asshole.

"Yes!" she shouted, too excited to change her mind, then added, "But hold still until it's inside!"

Annelise took a few deep breaths and struggled backward. It's not that much bigger than some of the constructs I conjured, she thought, possibly inaccurately in her pleasure-hazed state. She moved the dick around, slathering her asshole in thick, slippery pre-cum. Then she slowly pressed it agains the ring of her ass, trying to will it to relax. Very slowly, she felt herself open up, her asshole twitching with every breath she took. After a few minutes of pushing and relaxing, it finally opened wide enough that the very tip entered her.

She took another deep breath, the Centaur's ragged breathing above her loud in her ears, then took a firm grip on the dick with both her hands and pulled herself down onto it. There was an endless moment of mixed agony and ecstasy, and the flare passed her stretched-out asshole and popped inside, sliding several inches into her in one movement. She stopped breathing entirely for a few moments while the ring of her ass settled around the pole now stretching it out. She could feel every vein and bump in minute detail. She shuddered again as the pain faded, to be replaced by the pleasure of being stretched to her utmost limits.

"Start moving!" She commanded, no longer caring about the fact that this was supposed to be a favor to the Centaur but only wanting to be filled up completely. The Centaur complied and slowly moved forward. She had to grip his horse body as hard as she could with her arms to prevent herself from simply being shoved forward as her asshole clenched around the cock.

Slowly, almost half the Centaur's cock disappeared into her tight ass before he stopped when she warned, "That's deep enough!"

He began moving back out again, his pulsating cock sliding through her cum-slick asshole until the flare of the head hit her sphincter, which clenched tighter, refusing to let it out. Emboldened by Annelise's moaning giggle, the Centaur kept moving, slowly fucking her ass. Annelise let her head fall back, her unseeing eyes staring at the horse's body above her as she concentrated at the feeling of the furnace-hot cock filling her.

The Centaur kept moving slowly for a few minutes, but then his own quest for pleasure made him speed up and he began fucking her harder, the giant horse-cock pistoning in and out of her ass, the obscene squelching sounds joined by with Annelise's increasingly loud moans, filling the forest clearing. The brief interruption had given the Centaur time to recover, and he now seemed to be in any danger of cumming any time soon. He kept reaming her asshole, pounding into her with long thrusts, until she was barely conscious of her surroundings.

It took several minutes until she felt the thick shaft in her ass swell, pulsating several times. The rough fucking had been pushed her closer and closer to her own orgasm, and she almost screamed when he gave a deep, violent thrust, entering her deeper than he had before, and suddenly stopped, going completely rigid and freezing in place. Then the horse-cock that was filling her to her limit pulsed, sending a jet of hot cum deep into her bowels. As he kept cumming Annelise felt like she was being filled completely with his thick seed; the flared head of his cock prevented any of it from escaping her bowels.

Finally, he finished and slowly stepped backwards, dragging Annelise along a bit before his dick began slipping out of her. When the thick head of his cock reached the ring of her ass, she unconsciously clenched around it, and it took a sudden jerk for it to pop out of her asshole. That sudden jolt of extra stimulation was enough to send her over the edge of pleasure that she'd been hovering on since he'd started cumming. As she felt the head of his cock stretch her ass for the last time, followed by the sensation of a gush of hot cum rushing out of her ass, she came, jerking convulsively, the motion sending yet more cum splattering onto the log. Finally, as her movements stopped and her overwhelmed mind came to a rest, her vision greyed and she passed out.

***

When Annelise awoke, blinking slowly at the grey, cloudy sky, it took her a few minutes before she could put together why she was feeling weak and sticky. Then, as the memories came rushing back, she rolled onto her side. From the quality of the light she was pretty sure that it was late in the afternoon, and her rumbling stomach agreed, but she didn't feel any rush to do anything in particular.

She looked around, and saw that there was a cup of water by her head. She took it and drank, the cold water helping her to become fully awake. Eventually, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the log. She was sticky all over; the blanked she had been lying on was still wet with sticky cum. She stood up, on wobbly legs. Her pussy and ass were sore; she was pretty sure she would be walking funny for a while.

She turned, glancing around the clearing, and saw that Phaedros was by the pond, kneeling down as he wrote carefully on a piece of paper with a long peacock quill. Annelise cleared her throat, and he turned his head to her.

"Just one moment," he said with a smile. "I am writing a message to the Empress."

Annalise nodded and went to her pack, taking out some bread and eating a few bites.

A few minutes later, Phaedros put down the quill and put a rock on the sheet of paper, letting it lie while the ink dried. Then he got to his feet and walked over to Annelise.

"I have meditated on the Empress' problem. Her request is not as urgent as she fears, but I have written down my insight so that you may send it to her. Now, have you recovered? You would not wake after we finished."

"Thank you," Annelise said, bowing hear head slightly. "And yes, I have recovered. It was just... a little much, you know?"

Phaedros chuckled. "I have had experience with a few human women, but you were rather more enthusiastic and willing to go further than most, so I am not surprised. Still, if you want to return to Master Makala's home before dark, we should leave soon. Can you ride yet?"

"Give me a moment," Annelise replied, standing up and stretching. "I suppose there's no chance I can take a quick bath?"

Phaedros glanced over his shoulder at the pond. "Not in that pond," he said, seriously. "That is my seeing pool, to help me concentrate on the Sight. There will be no humans in the forest, so you could wait to dress until we reach the lake and you could bathe there."

"That could work. Here, let me try a few cantrips to clean up so I don't get your back dirty."

Phaedros chuckled again and, after she's used some cleaning cantrips -- she looked clean afterwards, though she still felt stick and she was pretty sure she would still be dripping cum along the way -- he helped her onto his back and gathering up his message, they set off toward the lake.

On the way, Annelise mentally composed her message to the Empress. Then she wondered what she was going to tell her Master about this...
