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The One And Only Centaur Weaver (Jillian)


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Eilsah let out a yelp as Jillian forced her down on all fours, the tail that had been lodged in Jillian removing itself from the forced mounting the centaur had taken on Eilsah's back before it could have any real effect. "You oversized oaf!" Eilsah scolded Jillian in a way so similar to that of her normal self, that would clue Jillian to the fact that, no matter how much one became infected with the succubus curse, they would still hold a fraction of themselves within, that could never be erased.

Eilsah began to grow frustrated as Jillian clumsily sought her opening, prodding against her ass cheeks and legs, missing her petals by a good distance, "Would you... At least... Stop leaning on me!?" she growled. Not long after, Eilsah tried adjusting herself to escape from Jillian's hold on her, only to aid the centaur's attempt at penetration, when her magically summoned phallus found it's mark. The tip of the cock found the opening of Eilsah's pink slit, now only requiring Jillian to give one, fierce push to fully penetrate Eilsah, and give the demon inside of her what it craved...
 
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Jillian doesn't respond immediately, biting her lip to keep from moaning as her sensitive cock prods away. Eilsah's wiggling coincidentally brings her in line, almost sucking the tip in, and Jillian pushes her shoulders back as she brings her hips down, shoving her rod in Eilsah's wet snatch. She lets a panting gasp out, breathing heavily as she adjusts to the sensation of Eilsah's innards clamping around her magically granted tool.

"I... told you... if you really... wanted me to use it... you'd've put it up front... where I didn't have to get... on... top..."

So saying, Jillian starts rolling her hips, a slow rhythmic gyration that gets the both of them swaying back and forth, her penis sliding only slightly with each swing for now.
 
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Eilsah turned her head, the only thing Jillian could see besides her shoulders, and looked at the centaur with an irritated expression, "Don't lecture me!" she ordered her, "Just fuck me harder!" To help with her command, Eilsah begins a motion with her own hips, pulling away as Jillian does, and pushing down on her long shaft when Jillian makes another gentle thrust.
 
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Jillian has no verbal reply, her rear legs shifting outwards so she can bob down deeper. Her hands start squeezing Eilsah's shoulders, pushing her back as she shoves her rod forwards, trying to drive it deeper into her depths with each stroke. The fur on Jillian's chest rubs past the fuzz on Eilsah's wings, the hairs teasing and tickling the both of them.

Getting accustomed to being on top, Jillian speeds up, letting go of Eilsah with one hand so she can play with her breasts, a low "unh... unh... unh..." escaping her lips with each bounce.

(Blah. Well of creativity = dry. New DF doesn't help... :eek:)
 
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Letting go of Eilsah, and speeding up her thrusts, Jillian slowly slid forward with each wet thrust inside Eilsah's pussy, slamming her cock in, deeper and deeper, until she could feel her phallus prodding against the end, reaching Eilsah's natural limit. Wet, obscene sounds from Jillian's thrusts into Eilsah's tight fitting sex slowly increasing in number as stimulation grew. Eilsah began writhing and moaning with pleasure, signaling her climax was approaching quickly. But, it was too late to run, or escape. Eilsah was quite literally impaled on Jillian's cock, unable to lower her body, and any attempt she mad to step forward, and remove herself was countered with Jillian stepping forward as well, keeping her cock firmly sealed in her love's cunt, determined to end the Elf's curse, and free her from the demon inside... Even if it meant filling her womb with cum.

Eilsah seemed to suddenly hold the advantage. Jillian was about to cum, only her will telling herself not to explode, before the sensation of such a tight fit overwhelmed her, and she erupted inside Eilsah, loud, lewd sounds of every glob of cum ejaculating inside the Elf heard throughout the hall, bulging Eilsah's belly from the sheer mass of sperm being pushed inside her, causing her own barriers to break, pushing Eilsah past her own climax, and sealing Jillian's success...
 
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(Arrgh... came up with a few things, but I think MUCH faster than I type... so they disappeared almost as fast as they came... sometimes, my train of thought goes where tracks not only don't exist, but are inconceivable.)

Jillian stands, her knees locked, panting as her vision returns. Eilsah's contractions seem almost to suck at her member, squeezing and milking every last drop of cum, threatening to push her straight into a second orgasm, and she grits her teeth while Eilsah collapses loosely on the ground.

Finally confident that she's not going to spray another load at the slightest touch, Jillian leans down to look at Eilsah, her rod still loosely seated in her womb. "So... how are you feeling? You want another round?"
 
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When Jillian checked Eilsah, the demonic elf quite literally had swirls in her eyes, a sign that she had been knocked unconscious from both having a demonically influenced, mind breaking climax, and from having Jillian force her belly to make an extraordinary amount of room to fit all of her cum inside her.

Meanwhile, not far from the unconscious elf, and the (temporary)cock wielding centaur, Cynthia was found, still writing in her book, only to stop once the sex between the two was finally over, many deep thrusts later. She closed the book shut with her feathers, lifting her naked butt from the chair she was seated in to approach Jillian with a blank expression. "Love between a centaur and an elf... A very romantic, albeit strange story. I shall chronicle your tale of romance in my book." she told Jillian, before directing her wing at Eilsah, "She will be fine once she wakes up. The curse is gone from her soul, her mind is now her own."

Cynthia stepped along the marble floor, towards a bundle of her own clothing, gathering it in her wings, before turning to Jillian one last time, "I will clean the mess. And you may stay here, in the tower if you'd like. There are many comfortable beds in the basement, of many shapes and sizes, even one fit for a centaur. But, I would recommend you speak with Beatrice first..."
 
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Getting no verbal reply from Eilsah, Jillian carefully stepped backwards, pulling her magic penis free from her with a wet gurgle, a dribble of semen squeezing out from her slit as her belly contracted. Lifting up her head, Jillian saw that her eyes were a strange swirling mix of the demonic red and their old blue... but the lolling tongue and drooling, open-mouthed smile were evidence enough that she'd screwed her quite silly.

Cynthia's soft approach startles Jillian, and she looks up hastily to see her gesturing towards Eilsah. "Well, um, that's great! Er... you're not writing down TOO much detail... are you?" She blushes, obviously embarrassed at the idea of someone reading Cynthia's work, and dreaming of taking part in their trysts...

The offhand mention of 'bed' causes Jillian to shake off her imagination, and concentrate on the now. "Um, thank you... I would like to stay, at least until Eilsah's woken up... I don't mind helping with the mess, that's all right, after all I did, um, make a lot of it..."

Then Cynthia brings up Beatrice. "I- er- uh-oh. I'd, um, better go see what she has to say..." Hastily wiping herself down with a towel, helpfully pointed out by Cynthia, Jillian yanks on her tunic and heads for the door, all thought of caution ignored at not wanting to keep her waiting...
 
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"Strictly informative," said Cynthia, "I write not for the self satisfaction of the reader, but for the sake of recording a tale of love, sacrifice, and passion, in order to honor those with good in their hearts." she explained. Then, Cynthia was about to refuse Jillian's offer to clean up, before the centaur suddenly began trotting off to speak with Beatrice, who had been waiting some time for Jillian to 'cure' Eilsah of her lust.

"Perhaps you should~" Cynthia tried to cast advice at Jillian as she trotted away on her hooves, only for her soft voice to be overwhelmed by the loud clicks against the marble. She sighed, lowering her head, "... How silly." she commented as she disregarded the fact. Slipping back into her robes, she would use her time waiting for Jillian and Beatrice to return by gathering a bucket, soap, and a strip of cloth from the floor above, where her kitchen was located, and proceeding to first wash off Eilsah of all the sweat and cum, before taking her into the basement, laying her on a suitable bed, and then cleaning up the rest of the mess...

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Exiting the main doors of Cynthia's tower, Jillian would spot a campfire's smoke in the sky, not too far from where she stood. Without a doubt, it belonged to Beatrice, who was never one for standing around with nothing to do. Always one to find any possible way to busy herself, lest she become bored, which was a true nightmare to her, Beatrice will find any excuse to make herself useful. And from the scent on the wind, she was cooking something delicious for everyone, ready as always to scold anyone who thanks her for her work, "Thank me by shuttin' your noise, and eatin' the food. Else it'll get cold." Jillian would remember her saying, when she was invited over for a friendly dinner, and happened to discover Beatrice could force your taste buds to beg for more with every mouthful of her cooking.

When Jillian happened upon her superior's temporary camp, Beatrice was laying down on a large blanket which was placed on the ground, not far from a black pot hanging over a small fire, where she was stirring it's unknown contents. "'Bout time you dragged your rear over here," Beatrice said to Jillian without looking at her, "Sit down and eat," she commanded. But, when she turned to look at Jillian, to observe her approach, Beatrice suddenly went wide eyed. She shot up, standing on her hooves, her body so incredibly tense, that it seemed like she had seen a ghost.

"Jillian!?" she shouted, "What... WHAT IN THE NAME OF BLOODY FUCKING HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!?"

Beatrice's stare was focused below eye level, absolutely focused on something Jillian, at the moment, couldn't fathom what would cause her to react with such an explosion due to her shouting temporarily scrambling her thoughts for a moment. However, after investigating herself, where Beatrice was staring, she soon discovered a painfully embarrassing fact...

Jillian's 'device' was still present, even after Eilsah's spell, and was pointed right at Beatrice...
 
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:)D Well, since a calm "Demonic Eilsah wanted something a bit more penetrative than usual" wouldn't be as funny...)

The delicious scent of a pot of soup, cooking over a campfire, draws Jillian into a trot as she heads towards Beatrice. With her tunic properly cinched up, and an empty stomach growling at this reminder of past delicacies, she's totally unprepared for Beatrice to lunge upright, yelling and pointing at her.

Twisting around to look at where Beatrice is pointing, Jillian realizes that her magically-granted penis is still there. "I-er-uh-AAACK!" She hastily clenches her rear legs together, turning and sidling away to shield her crotch from view. While it had shrunk down after Jillian finished with Eilsah, it still pointed forwards, and Beatrice had been in perfect position to stare that one-eyed snake in the face.

"Itwasaspell! A spell! Eilsah did it! She wanted it!" Jillian shrinks back from Beatrice's glare.
 
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Beatrice turned her head, her face blood red, putting a hand in the way, blocking her sight of Jillian's crotch, "I don't care what it was!" she shouted, "Get RID of it! It's disgusting! And don't tell me that you and Eilsah-" she suddenly stopped dead in her sentence, before holding her hands to her mouth, and lurching over as is about to throw up, "Too much information! Damn it, Jillian! I don't wanna know what you DID with the sodding thing!" she cursed.

Beatrice began a usual routine Jillian had always been forced to deal with as a child, whenever she did something wrong. There was no language restraint around Beatrice, no matter how Jillian's mother disliked it. As such, Beatrice would brutally batter Jillian with her foul language, using every curse Jillian knew, and even some words Jillian, to this day, had no idea what they meant. Most likely words Beatrice invented herself to better explain her rage. And now, facing Beatrice's back, Jillian was lectured once more;

"What kind of a *GIT* trots up to someone like that!"

"Stupid nix! Don't stick that thing in the fucking soup! Or I'll pour it over your empty skull!"

The verbal abuse would continue, until Jillian would notice that while she was forced to endure Beatrice's 'punishment,' the magic had finally faded, and she was back to being a normal centaur. When Jillian would inform Beatrice of this, even if was a quiet, shied notice, Beatrice would turn about, and point her finger to the ground, "Twenty push ups! Ten on each side! Drop Jillian! You'll learn not to be so careless, even if it takes ten more years of training!" she commanded. The 'push ups' were always a nightmare for any centaur to do. The elves had it easier, since they were lighter, but in order for a centaur to do a push up, they had to lay on their side, and use 'one arm' to push their whole upper body up... An exercise that always made Jillian sore for days.

And as Jillian would do her exercises, knowing her lesson not to disobey Beatrice was well learned a long time ago, Beatrice would taunt her the entire time, arm folded, and casting a look of scorn down at her, "Ten years! Ten years of training, and you're still just a greenhorn! I WILL make a centaur warrior out of you, Jillian! Even if I have to beat your ass until you can't feel pain!"
 
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(Is it just me, or does Beatrice REALLY need to get laid? :p)

Jillian is taken aback at Beatrice's fierce anger. "I thought you'd want to know - Cynthia said it worked, and Eilsah will be fine after she's had a rest!" She glares at Beatrice. "THAT'S why I came rushing out! I thought you'd want to know!"

A twinge between her legs gets her to check the offending organ, only to find it absent. "Look! See? Gone!" She poses, spreading her legs wide enough for Beatrice to see. The resultant order to do pushups catches her offguard, and she stares for a moment before she drops down and starts straining, simmering with resentment.

Between the two vigorous bouts of sex she'd had today, and the very difficult exercise, Jillian collapses, puffing, on the ground after the pushups are done. She still glares up at Beatrice, obviously considering this totally unjustified.
 
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(Yes indeed. A good rump would do good for all that tension in her.)

Once Jillian was done with her exercises, Beatrice turned about, and gathered a bowl of soup, before hastily plopping it right in front of where Jillian lay on the ground. "Don't give me looks, Jillian, and eat your damned soup," she commanded her, before sitting down herself,, dipping a bowl into the pot, and taking out a now quite filled bowl, with lots of broth, vegetables, and meat as well within. Beatrice's meals were always both delicious, and nutritious.
 
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Jillian takes a moment longer to catch her breath and let her trembling muscles settle down, before she heaves herself back upright and picks up the soup. Looking at the bowl, she briefly considers digging around in her pack for a spoon. Aw phooey, it's just soup, I'll sip it straight from the bowl.

So she does, sipping gently and politely to avoid burning her mouth - and then forcing herself to sip slowly and make the soup last, after the flavour hits her tongue.
 
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Jillian would perhaps feel more comfortable drinking from the bowl, as Beatrice does the very same. But instead of savoring it, and making the delicious, nutritious meal last, Beatrice eats her soup, one mouthful at a time, gulping the liquid down, chewing on any meat or vegetable that makes it through.

Beatrice set her bowl down, the empty dish clinking against the stone base Beatrice had used for the small camp making a 'tink' as the material clinked against the solid rock. She looked to Jillian calmly, who still had only just gotten started with her own bowl. "... Will Eilsah be alright? How is she now?" she inquired, staring at Jillian patiently for an answer, the reflection of the fire dancing in her eyes...
 
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("the reflection of the fire dancing in her eyes"... It's gotten that dark out? I assumed it was about noon-ish, right now.)

Jillian lowers her bowl carefully, not wanting to spill any of the soup. "Cynthia said it worked - the curse is gone, and she'll be alright when she, um, wakes up. She said that she was going to put Eilsah to bed in her tower, since we, um..."

Jillian blushes and looks down at her soup, then picks it up and takes a gulp to cover her embarrassment.
 
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(Bah, I was thinkin' about dusk, but failed to write that down. :\)

Beatrice blinked, looking at Jillian with a emotionless expression, "And what about you?" she suddenly asked, suspicion taking her tone, "You seem to be faring well for someone who was just made a victim to a demon's soul draining abilities." A statement Jillian might not have understood, due to the fact that she had little knowledge, or experience with demons as a whole. "You don't feel fatigued? Drained? Tired?" she inquired.
 
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(Okay, dusk it is. Gives me a better excuse to move Jillian back to the tower and bed down there. :p And how did Beatrice know about demonic Eilsah slurping away at Jillian, anyways? Just a generic "that's what demons do when they have sex" sorta thing?)

Jillian takes a bigger gulp of soup, to still the ongoing grumble from her stomach, before replying. "I- uh- wha? Eilsah wouldn't seriously do that... she's not a demon, and we're friends, and partners..."

Taking a minute to sense how she's feeling, Jillian realizes she actually is rather tired. Her arm-muscles tremble faintly, before she recollects herself and takes another sip from her bowl. "I do feel a bit tired... Cynthia did say she had a centaur-sized bed in her tower... and it sounds kinda inviting... and I would like to be with Eilsah when she wakes up..."

She brightens up and looks anticipatingly at Beatrice. "So why don't we go back and see if Cynthia's got TWO centaur-sized beds? Better than making camp out here, if she does..."
 
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Beatrice gets up, though doesn't make any immediate motion towards the tower, first tending to the camp she made, folding up the bed she had sprawled out for her to lay on, and taking the pot with intentions on cleaning it. "Demons do not knowingly drain the souls of their victims, Jillian. The same way we're not aware of our bodies digesting the food we eat." she told Jillian, speaking in a lecturing voice, as if she were her 'pupil,' which in some senses, she might be considered as such.

"You go on ahead," Beatrice told Jillian with a gesture of her head, "You and Eilsah probably won't mind the extra luxury, but I've been sleeping with the leaves and sticks ever since I was little. I'd go nuts on any of those fancy beds Cynthia owns..." Beatrice sighed, "No, my bed's the grass and dirt. But don't worry about me, Jill, I'll be fine out here. You go on and get yourself some shuteye, then we'll talk with Cynthia about what we're gonna do tomorrow..."
 
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(Aw man, Beatrice is gonna get carried off...)

Jillian slurps down the last of her soup, sticking out her tongue and licking the bowl clean of the tasty remnants. "You sure? I mean, I think Cynthia'll have a hay-bale you can stretch a blanket over, if you don't want to try using a bed... and it'd be better to have a roof overhead if a storm blows in overnight..."

She passes the bowl back to Beatrice, legs straining as she pushes herself back to her feet. "Well, if you really don't want to come inside... we'll see you in the morning. Take care and sleep well, okay?"

Then Jillian walks back to the tower, waving goodnight as she goes.
 
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