Season 3, Episode 6: Constellation – Part 2
Written by Tof Eklund
Read by Tawn Krakowski
“Aaaaaah,” Bess groaned.
His tunic was undone, his trousers yanked off and discarded, and his legs wrapped around Gansis’ torso as the centaur’s strong hands gripped his bottom, sliding him into and back out of a dappled pussy that was as tight and muscular as Gansis’ grip, as dominant and sure as the way the centaur controlled the motion of Bess’ hips.
Muzzily, Bess tried to remember how things had gotten to this point.
He’d agreed to give Gansis a kiss, had been impressed by how effortlessly the centaur had lifted him, and his heart fluttered when that sonorous voice said, “I carried you here in my arms. I can hold you as long as you wish.”
Then the centaur’d pulled him in tight, pillowy breasts pressed against his chest, and those black lips had taken his own, Gansis’ tongue meeting no resistance as it slid into his mouth. Like everything else about the woman-stallion, it was soft and strong in equal measure. Breath stolen and heart pounding, Bess had kissed back to the best of his ability, and was pleased when he found a spot on Gansis’ human back that elicited low rumbles of pleasure that seemed to roll off that tongue and over his own before tingling all the way down his spine.
One thing had quickly led to another from there, as hands caressed chests and backs, and when he found himself naked from the waist down, with a sure hand on his cock guiding it between thick, fleshy labia, Bess instinctively lifted his legs and hooked his feet behind the small of Gansis’ back.
“You like an active partner, don’t you?” the centaur said, shattering Bess’ reverie. Gansis kissed Bess again before he could answer, and he gave his reply by surrendering completely, relaxing in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to do since Ja had vanished.
Gansis was tight, the throbbing of her cunt irresistible, and new pleasure flooded him with each stoke. He was very close to release when Gansis pulled him in tight and deep… and stopped.
Breaking the kiss, Gansis breathed into Bess’s ear. “Ooh, look, we have an audience.”
Following Gansis’ gaze, Bess saw a tall and broad shape shift in the moonlight. There was another centaur, dark of skin and coat with a broad, muscular, hairless chest, but whose equine half was smaller than Gansis’ powerful hindquarters. It took him a moment to realize that the bay centaur had a rider, her arms wrapped around the bay’s human chest, her face turned toward him, her mouth a perfect “O.”
“Isa!” he said, relieved; then, realizing his position, he blushed and looked down.
“Oh, is that your lover?” Gansis whispered.
“I told you Nigbau was the greatest of trackers,” Gansis continued. “They found her before you even asked.”
“They?” Bess whispered.
“My people do not answer to he or she. Nigbau is simmah, man and mare, just as I am woman and stallion. Quiet now, I have business with them.”
Gansis walked toward Nigbau. Held tight in Gansis’ strong arms and tight pussy, Bess felt every step. He was mortified at being seen this way, but he also found that he did not want to be released.
Isa was dozing again when Nigbau arrived at the clearing. When the centaur stopped, she jolted awake. Her arms were still tight around him, held there by his own strong hands. She remembered the way he’d supported her as she came, and then, after her climax, how she’d seen his shaft, thick and dark, the head peeking out from under the foreskin even darker. It had stood standing straight out below her hands on the centaur’s human abdomen. She remembered how it had felt in her hand, the way it had jerked, and how Nigbau’s gait had become uneven as she got him off, long strands of sticky white cum shooting up and out, then falling back upon human skin and horseflesh as he continued to race through the night.
Isa looked around. There was an impressive crescent of standing stones on one side of the clearing, rising and falling in an arc that gave it an odd sense of pent-up energy, as if it might move when you weren’t looking.
Then she saw Bess and the other centaur. They were fucking, or rather, it looked like the dappled grey horse-woman was giving Bess the fucking of his life, as he had been reduced to clinging to her as she used him. Anger, shame, and resurgent desire fought for Isa’s attention. Then the centaur woman looked right at her, and Isa froze. She saw that pale face, radiant in the moonlight and fringed in shadow, look at her knowingly. Black lips twitched up into a smile, and the horse-woman pulled Bess in tight against her chest. Was she whispering to Bess?
Nigbau shuffled as the other centaur approached.
“Ho, Nigbau,” Gansis said. “Why am I not surprised to find you with a Nemidean girl?”
“Gansis, you remain as shameless as ever,” replied the bay centaur. “She may have the look, but she knows nothing of the old ways. She merely seeks her lover, who I can only assume is that poor boy you have seduced.”
“I am shameless,” said Gansis in a voice that was nearly purring, “but unlike you, I do not play innocent. I can smell her all over your coat.”
“It is not my fault that riding me was enough to bring her to climax. You know how oversexed humans are.”
“She’s not the only one I smell,” Gansis said, and turned to Isa. “Let me guess. After you came, you saw that Nigbau’s human cock was hard, and they asked you for release.”
Isa lowered her gaze.
“Ah,” she said, “I asked if I could touch him.”
Nigbau huffed and stamped.
Gansis laughed and Isa bristled. “Nigbau, you didn’t even explain that much to her?”
“I told her I am alul,” Nigbau said. “She doesn’t know the old ways.”
“You saw Nigbau as a human,” Gansis said, coming alongside Nigbau, “and that human was male, but you didn’t see them as a horse, so you didn’t notice that the flanks you pressed your thighs against were that of a mare.”
“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?” Gansis spoke to Bess. “Tell me, is it the idea of your lover giving pleasure to Nigbau or receiving it that just made you twitch inside me?”
Bess mumbled something.
“Speak up,” Gansis said.
“B-both,” he said.
“Good boy,” Gansis said, and started pumping Bess’s hips.
“Aaaaah,” he groaned.
This time Gansis and Bess were so close that Isa could see his hardness as it slid into and back out of the centaur’s slit. It glistened in the moonlight, and Isa felt flushed.
“He has a name,” she said, trying to make her voice sound defiant and to keep her eyes on Gansis’ face. “His name is Bess, and mine—“
“Your name is Isa,” Gansis said, the woman-stallion’s melodic voice suddenly tender, “I know. You are the closest thing to his heart, and I would not for the world take him away from you. You and he have met us at an important time, and I am sure that Nigbau wishes as much as I do for both of you to join in our constellation.”
“Constellation?” Isa repeated.
“It is how we mate,” Nigbau spoke up, soft and low. “We only require two for conception, but four centaurs or a pair each of centaurs and twokind produces better horoscopes for our foals. We call a group of four a constellation.”
Isa stared at Bess as he shuddered in Gansis’ embrace. Her mouth was dry and her head felt fuzzy. She resisted the urge to grind her hips against Nigbau’s equine back.
“Bess,” she said, “I’m in if you are.”
“Yes,” he replied. “Oh, Isa…”
“You are ready,” Gansis spoke to Nigbau with smooth confidence.
“Gaaaansis,” Nigbau husked, and Isa noticed that the centaur was fully erect again, “why must you tease me like this?”
“Because it pleases me when you beg,” Gansis said sweetly, eyes half-lidded. “You are going to beg, aren’t you?”
“Please,” came the reply, “please just mount me already.”
“With pleasure,” the woman-stallion replied, pacing behind the mare-man. Isa moved to face backwards and slouched against the human back behind her as she looked out past Nigbau’s tail at Gansis and Bess.
“Wait,” said Isa, and Gansis paused. “Bess… he really likes being touched on his backside.”
“You mean here?” the centaur asked, spreading Bess’ cheeks and placing a dappled fingertip on the pink rosebud between them.
Isa untied the string that held her trousers up, and shimmied out of them. “Yeah,” she said, pulling off her homespun shirt and freeing her breasts from the cloth wrapped underneath. “Right there.”
Gansis’ fingertip vanished inside Bess, and he gave a shuddering moan. Isa ran her hands from her shoulders over her breasts and down her soft belly to her thighs. Her nipples ached from the brief contact, and when she dipped one hand down between her legs, she found that she was much wetter than she’d expected to be.
Gansis reared back and lunged forward, carrying the centaur’s human half up over Nigbau’s equine hindquarters. Gansis advanced in a series of jerky movements, bringing Bess closer and closer to Isa, who was still held in front of the woman-stallion. With each thrust, Bess slid out and back into the centaur’s pussy, and Gansis’ finger slid deeper into his bottom.
“Ah, ah, ah!” he cried out.
Isa’s fingers stroked the length of her slit as she watched.
Nigbau gasped behind her, then groaned, as Gansis penetrated further.
One more lunge propelled Bess into Isa’s open arms.
“Got you,” she said, hugging him from behind.
Nigbau made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a whicker.
“You know,” Isa said, one arm wrapped around Bess’ thin chest, “I think one of my favorite things is watching other people make you come.”
That was too much for Bess’ overstimulated brain and body.
“Haaah, Haa, Haaaaaaah!” he moaned as the orgasm claimed him, and collapsed backwards into Isa’s embrace.
Gansis relinquished the hold on his bottom, and Bess’ manhood slid out of the centaur, still twitching.
“Mmmmmm,” Gansis murmured through continued thrusts. “Girl, if you meant what you just said, you’ll push your Bess out of the saddle and give him over to Nigbau’s care. Besides,” the dappled centaur licked dark lips, “I want to get to know you better.”
“How are you doing, Bess?” Isa asked.
“I love you,” he replied. “Oh, wow, fuck.”
“Come,” she said, and smiled, “get some cock up your ass.”
Isa turned Bess’ head to kiss him. As their tongues intertwined, she wondered if she could taste Gansis on him. Then she helped him off to one side of Nigbau. Bess took a single step and teetered, but then Nigbau grabbed him firmly but gently and pulled him into the air. Isa watched as the hot head of the centaur’s shaft pressed up against Bess, slick with precum. Bess’ sex stiffened again in anticipation and then the centaur plowed into him with a series of quick, hard thrusts.
“Ah, ah, haah!” centaur and man moaned together.
Gansis reached for Isa. The centaur took her by the hips and lifted her so their faces were mere inches apart, Isa’s nearly ecru skin a sharp contrast to Gansis’ chalk-white and slate grey.
Not waiting for the centaur to take the initiative, Isa placed her hands on either side of Gansis’ face and pulled those black lips to her own. They kissed intensely, their tongues darting half in delight and half in challenge.
“Ah, twokind, you are tight,” Nigbau’s deep voice echoed.
“Faster,” Bess’ voice replied breathlessly, “I can take more.”
Isa and Gansis gasped for air.
“You’re brash, Nemidean,” Gansis spoke in a breathy whisper.
“Had to show you,” Isa paused to take deep breath, “that I’m no easy conquest. What’s a Nemidean?”
“Long ago,” the centaur spoke, “Nemidea was an empire ruled by my people, and mostly peopled by twokind who looked like you.”
“Sounds great for you,” Isa said, rubbing one of Gansis’ earlobes between her thumb and forefinger.
“Mmm,” said Gansis. The equine half continued to move against Nigbau even as one of Gansis’ hands stroked the side of Isa’s larger breast. “Nigbau is the one who cares about tarnished glory. Ask them.”
“Huuuh,” Isa grunted as Gansis found and tweaked one of her nipples.
“Ready?” the dappled centaur asked.
“For what?” Isa said.
Gansis said nothing more, but simply lifted Isa into the air and effortlessly flipped her upside down before pulling her close. Isa’s legs flailed to either side of the centaur’s head, and Gansis gazed at Isa’s exposed womanhood as if memorizing what she saw: puffy lips framed by dark hair with slippery wetness escaping from between them.
For her part, Isa saw the delicate pattern of gray and white around the centaur’s sex below her, the engorged clit as it peeked out from behind its hood the same glossy shade of black as Gansis’ lips. Post-coital, the centaur’s pussy was spread wide, and Isa could see signs of Bess’ pleasure dripping out. She could also feel her stomach spin and her blood rushing to her head.
“Hey!” she said, “what do you think you’re…oooohhhh.”
Isa’s headrush changed quality as Gansis’ tongue slid along her opening, the centaur’s long tongue parting her labia with long strokes that ended teasingly the moment Gansis reached her clit. The centaur’s experience with pleasing women was obvious, whereas Isa had been afraid to even masturbate before meeting the androgynous spirit Ja.
Distantly she heard Bess cry out, “Ah! You’re so thick.”
I’ll show you, Isa thought, then corrected herself. We can give as good as we get. She grasped Gansis by the waist and pressed her lips to the centaur’s pussy in imitation of the attention she was receiving.
Around the ancient clearing, a wind picked up, twisting higher and stronger, catching up dirt and loose leaves in a rising column that isolated the constellation of lovers from the outside world. Clouds rolled across the night sky, occluding the moon and stars, and when they parted, those inside the building cyclone were under a sky unlike that anywhere else in the world.
Bess felt it first, a static tingle that lifted the hair on his arms and legs, the first brush of a presence so deeply sensual that it commanded his attention even as Nigbau’s cock was stroking that spot deep inside him that turned his muscles to jelly. Something conducted through him to the bay centaur, as Nigbau whickered and tightened the hands on Bess’ hips.
Nigbau felt the strange feeling as well and looked up instinctively. The heavens were different, the stars resting in an alignment they hadn’t possessed since their ancestors’ time. The sky spoke to the centaur, and its words were seductive. Invisible hands ran over Nigbau’s mane, caressed flanks, soothed and teased. Nigbau thrust harder and faster into Bess, and pressed back against Gansis, hoping the simmah would likewise pick up the pace.
Isa recognized the presence, and her heart leapt with hope. She didn’t dare name it, out of fear that it would fade again, and besides, her tongue was busy. Instead she silently prayed for help matching Gansis’ sexual confidence and prowess, and the presence complied, guiding her over and around Gansis’ clit, making the dappled centaur shudder in the most gratifying way.
Gansis scarcely noticed the unearthly tingle and paid no heed to the sky above. The woman-stallion was much more aware that Nigbau was demanding more attention even as the human girl had just figured out how to give head. Gansis took pride in giving pleasure, and took pleasure from being in control. Feeling that control slip away was embarrassing. Gansis bucked uncontrollably against Nigbau. The centaur’s spine arched, Isa losing hold of the tender lips she’d been attending to, and Gansis moaned, on the verge of climax.
Please, Gansis thought, don’t let me come first.
The wind built in power. Stones flew into the air, branches snapped off trees, animals fled in all directions. Within the clearing, all was clear and the only sound was the panting and groaning of the lovers there. The air grew thick with potent yearning, tension building until there came a great crack of thunder as something arced from the sky, like lightning and yet not, striking the standing stones and bathing the lovers in its radiance.
Isa, Bess, Gansis, and Nigbau came, all together, screaming and shuddering as one. All about them, the air convulsed orgasmically. Then, as humans and centaurs slumped and separated, spent and exhausted, the presence that filled that space coalesced, contracted, acquired form and limits. The storm wound down and the stars resumed their usual places.
“Ja,” Isa said.
“Ja!” Bess exclaimed.
The spirit of Ja held human form for a moment before fading to invisibility, but the presence remained.
“My lovers,” the voice spoke in their minds, “and new friends, thank you.”
Bess’s legs trembled, and he let himself fall back upon the grass. Weaving like a drunk, Isa sat down next to him and took his head into her lap.
“What happened?” Bess asked. “Where have you been?”
“I was torn to ribbons and cast out over everything that is,” Ja replied. “I was lost to myself until I felt you calling me back.”
“That sounds terrible,” Isa said.
“It was,” the spirit said, “but perhaps not in vain. I saw many strange and wondrous things, though they are all jumbled together now.”
“Spirit,” Nigbau spoke up, “the stars I saw, were they an illusion?”
“No,” said Ja, “those were the constellations of my youth, and my passage here.”
Nigbau walked to Gansis and hugged the other centaur, chest to chest.
“The horoscope is excellent,” Nigbau said, “we will have strong foals.”
Gansis kissed Nigbau.
“Ja,” said Isa, “you, Bess, and I need to talk.”
“Agreed,” the spirit replied.
“Yes,” said Bess, “we need to agree on the rules for our relationship. Gansis and Nigbau brought us back together, but this night could have torn us apart.”
“That’s true,” said Isa, “but there’s something else as well. My moontime should have come a month and a fortnight ago.”
“You’re pregnant?” Bess gasped.
“I think so.”
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