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The Enchanted Castle - 3
by Larissa (larisssa.uk132@gmail.com)
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Kat returns to the castle gardens for further
adventures with the statues that come alive at night.
(MMF, bi, dp, anal, beast, magic)
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PART III
Kat suddenly became aware that the room was darker than
it had been when she's started to read the book to her
Aunt, and glanced up. Her aunt's eyes were closed, her
chest rising and falling steadily, fast asleep. Kat
rose to her feet, stretched, and glanced out of the
window at the lengthening shadows, the afternoon slowly
slipping into evening. It was about an hour from
sunset. Kat nodded to the agency nurse, kissed her
Aunt's forehead goodbye, then slipped out of the door
and up to her room.
She paused as she closed the door to her sanctuary
behind her, then stripped her clothes from her body,
sighing in relief at her release from the hot,
constricting clothing, and sat on the window seat to
brush her long, red hair. As she brushed, she mused
over the events of the previous two evenings. It was
becoming clear that the statues from the grounds loved
to indulge in their senses, and felt little sense of
shame or guilt when it came to sex.
She loved that attitude, the freedom of it, and given
that she was now in her late thirties, with no romantic
prospects on the horizon, and that she was stuck here
until her Aunt passed on (which she did not begrudge,
as her Aunt had all but raised her), she had decided to
make the most of whatever liaisons she could get from
the statues. She freely admitted to herself that she
had needs, and that - frankly - masturbation simply
wasn't cutting it any more.
She smiled to herself, enjoying the sensuality of her
hair brushing, looking out of the window towards the
castle. Her room actually overlooked a portion of the
grounds, including the gap in the hedge that she had
crept through on the previous two evenings, as well as
facing west, the room warm with the orange glow of the
setting sun. But what was clear, to herself if no one
else, was that her liaison with Leo, and Apollo's
understanding and acceptance the previous evening, had
released something within herself. She wasn't quite
sure what - perhaps the last vestiges of sexual
"morality", or chains, but she just lusted, now,
accepting her needs and desires without judgment of
herself, without guilt or shame.
Her hair brushed, falling loosely around her shoulders
in gentle waves, she pulled on a short sundress with
spaghetti straps, more for decency with the agency
nurse in the house than anything else. She was just
reaching out of the window to pull the window to, when
the sun dipped behind the horizon.. and then she heard
the sound of hoof beats, getting louder, and paused.
"Ho! Kat!" A great Centaur statue galloped up to the
hedge, waving towards the window. Kat leaned out with a
sexy smile. She was willing to bet she knew what he
wanted! He looked up at her as he reached the hedge.
"May we talk?" She nodded, then pulled the window to,
and, leaving her room padded softly through the house,
out through the back door, and through the garden and
hedge that separated her from the Centaur, then, as she
exited the hedge, stopped in amusement. She hadn't
realised the Centaur was quite so tall - nor so
majestic, his strong muscles rippling across his upper
chest, before his body changed into the horse, also
equally rippled and muscular.
"Oh my!" she said, and the Centaur grinned at her,
quite used to her reaction. Even as a statue, during
the daytime, he got that reaction, and many children
loved to clamber onto his back to play. Kat stepped up
to him, her head barely coming up to the middle of his
chest (and she wasn't a short woman). She craned her
neck to see his head, then thought better of it and
stepped backwards in order to see him more easily.
"Good evening, Kat.. I'd heard of your visits from Leo
and Hermes and .. well.. I'm afraid on this fine
evening I was quite determined to be the first to greet
you!" he rumbled, joy and laughter emanating from every
pore. Kat laughed, and held a hand up to him.
"A pleasure to meet you too, Great Centaur, but you
have me at a disadvantage!"
He blushed, held his hand out to her and rumbled,
"Forgetting m'manners, what? My apologies, my dear, the
world knows me as Treyvanhailstorm... but people call
me Trey." Kat smiled as she shook his hand. She was
willing to bet she knew what Trey wanted, although she
was a bit unsure about taking on something of his size.
However, to be fair, her experience with Leo had shown
that external size didn't necessarily mean... She heard
a cough and realised she'd drifted off, staring at the
statue's massive chest, and blushed, and Trey laughed
merrily.
"Although I came to introduce myself, it occurs to me..
would you like a ride? I can take you to a part of the
grounds you might not have seen before, if you'd like."
He smiled at her, and Kat laughed to herself. She knew
he wanted to take her somewhere to have his wicked way
with her, and she was willing to go along with the
little game.
"I'd like that, Trey - only, you will have me back here
for dawn, won't you?" She batted her eyelashes,
innocently, and she heard another infectious laughing
rumble from the massive chest before her, then he
knelt, to enable her to climb onto his back, and he
helped her slide her leg over his back and settle
herself there before climbing back up to his feet. It
was as she was straddling the centaur's back that Kat
remembered she wasn't wearing any panties. She
fervently hoped they weren't going very far, or her
thighs were going to be rubbed redraw from the bareback
riding, but she rubbed herself surreptitiously against
his spine, her clit tingling from the unusual pressure.
Trey turned his head back to her, and said, "Any
questions?" as he pulled her hands around his body,
showing her how to hold onto him once they were
underway. Her fingers felt the muscles of his great
chest, the abs rippling beneath the skin, and it was
all she could do not to groan in arousal, her pussy
clenching in response, and she began to feel herself
grow a little damp.
"Just one. We're not going too far are we?" she asked,
and he laughed once more.
"Never fear, my dear - I would not allow you to develop
saddle sores! Now... we ride!" And with that, he
launched his powerful hind-muscles, causing Kat to grip
hold of Tray's chest, hanging on for dear life, as the
world suddenly seemed to rush past. She could feel his
muscles working underneath his skin, between her legs,
the vibration thudding through his body and hers as
they rode.
She laughed with the sheer exuberance of going so fast,
the joy of the ride, and Trey's laughter combined with
hers, and, gripping the barrel of his lower chest
tightly with her legs, she flung out her arms in a
great joyful shout of glee, feeling the wind rip past
her arms, her hair, then threw back her head and
laughed once more with sheer joie de vivre as she
wrapped her arms back around his upper chest.
She'd paid no attention to where they were going,
except to note that he seemed to round the castle the
opposite way to the route she usually took. The lake
appeared in the distance, then, as the lake grew
nearer, he rounded it, heading for a small copse of
trees, and slowed to a walk, enabling Kat to wriggle
closer, and rest her head on his shoulder-blade,
cherishing the closeness of the strong, hard body, with
its by now familiar living stone feel. The copse was
quiet, secluded, ideal for what she imagined Trey had
in mind. She wriggled closer to his chest, feeling her
belly tighten, and lust stir within her.
Trey looked back at her with a wry, slightly sheepish
grin, as if to say, "yep, you got me" then his eyes
widened as he felt the heat and wetness of her pussy
against his back. Kat reached up to clasp his face
between her hands, then pulled him down to kiss her.
His strong arms reached around, and, grasping her by
the waist, lifted her from his back. He pulled her
around and held her to his chest, tightly, her legs
coming up and wrapping around his back to help support
herself. Then Trey broke the kiss.
"Kat.. I have to warn you..." His voice shook with the
strength of his desire, his need, but he had to say
this. "I am not exactly.. small." Kat laughed as she
looked him up and down, and he laughed back with her a
moment, before going on. "No, silly! I mean..." and he
tailed off, he could see from her face that she knew
exactly what he was talking about. Kat was treated to
the most incongruous sight of a statue blushing a faint
pink, stumbling over the words, and she smiled, her
hands caressing his cheek.
"I'm sorry, Trey, I was teasing", she said, "but... I
assume... I don't know.. have you actually.. " now it
was Kat's turn to stumble as she struggled to find
suitable words without being vulgar, "...fit with a
human before? or a human sized statue?". She liked
Trey, very, very much, she liked his humour and
strength, although they'd only known each other about 5
minutes, she did trust him, and thought he would
probably know best about how well they'd fit together.
"Yes," he rumbled, several times. "Its hard, but it can
be done. We use the bench over there." He pointed
towards the block of stone that Kat had, at first,
missed. She walked over to it, noting the grooves worn
in the stone, about the width of a human body apart. It
was at just the right height to support her while Trey
mounted her, and she swallowed hard, looking at the
hooves, realising just how easily he could hurt her.
"I won't say "don't worry", Trey, because I haven't
seen how b..." her voice trailed off as he turned so
that she could see under his tummy to see for herself.
"OH!" she gasped, at the sheer size of it - as long and
as thick as her arm, easily, and walked closer to him
for a better view. "Well... it won't be easy. but I'll
do what I can," she said, resolutely, then laughed
again, as the huge Centaur swiftly turned, and swept
Kat off her feet into his arms and kissed her
resoundingly, thoroughly, and, at the end of it, a deep
lustful passion.
"How can I thank you?" he said, when he came up for
air, and Kat smiled wistfully.
"Don't thank me yet. We may not get anywhere. But I'll
try." He nodded, and, still holding her, sat her on the
edge of the block, and she wriggled, getting
comfortable, the stone solid and cool beneath her
thighs. "How.. what.. ?" She looked up at him, and he
smiled reassuringly.
"I stretch you. Do everything I can to make it easier
for you before I mount... and then..." Kat nodded. She
knew now her body could probably take it - Hermes
fisting her had shown her that - and she smiled up at
Trey, reassuringly, then wriggled out of her sundress,
and lay back, naked on the cool stone. There was a
great rumble of arousal from above her, and as she
closed her eyes, she felt his hands on her body,
stroking, exploring her skin, squeezing her breasts,
her nipples.
She sighed as she felt a cool mouth suckle her nipple,
pull it deep into his mouth, the tip of his tongue
stroking the underside, and she shivered as it was
released, and the same treatment given to the other.
His hands dipped lower to spread her legs, stroking her
thighs, as he rolled her nipple between his teeth,
nipping gently at her.
She moaned, under her breath, then jumped, as he parted
her lips and stroked a finger down from her clit,
between her lips, towards her ass, his touch almost
electrifying her. He slid a couple of fingers into her,
hooking them forward and stroking the front wall, and
she moaned again, wanting more of him inside her, her
hands entwined in his hair, while his mouth continued
to ravage her breasts. Trey pulled back then, looking
down at her, drinking in the beautiful sight of Kat on
the stone bench, legs spread, whimpering with the
strength of her passion, her arousal, his hand cupping
her pussy.
He slid another finger within her, then another, amazed
at how quickly she was stretching out for him. His
thumb curled around into his palm, and he began the
final push, her body stretching to accept his hand,
closing wetly around him like petals folding up for the
evening, his fingers curling around his thumb as he
slid home within her. They both groaned, and she opened
her eyes to see him above her, looking into her eyes,
then whimpered, as he began to move his hand. Rotating,
pumping, stretching her as best he could, preparing her
to receive him. She whimpered, moaned, tried to get
closer, away from his hand, finally pulling it into her
by grasping him by the wrist and thrusting herself up
to him.
At that, he pulled out. There was a wail, a moan of
despair - she was that close to orgasm when he pulled
out - then an almighty crash as he mounted the stone
bench. Kat found herself face to face with this huge
cock - which she reached out to hold, barely able to
get her hands around it, velvety in texture, softness
on the outside, with a hard inner core - she bent her
head to kiss it, wanting to know how he tasted,
although there was no way she could ever hope to get
all of it within her mouth.
Her tongue slid into the hole in the tip, feeling the
texture, tasting Trey intimately, before a groan from
above her and a strangled "hurry!" made her lie back
once more, and hold the tip against her body, parting
her lips, and taking a deep breath.
And then he began to push.
She reached out, gripping the legs that stood either
side of her, bracing herself against them. Her lips
were open, around him, her body beginning to stretch
once more, to accept him. They groaned, together, as
the first little bit slipped in, then, maintaining the
pressure against her cunt, he slowly, achingly slowly,
ground the rest of the way into her, stopping only when
he bottomed out, barely half of his cock inside her.
Kat breathed out with a relieved sigh. He was in her.
Trey looked down, between his legs, where he could just
see her head, making sure she was okay, wordlessly. She
nodded, reassuringly, and he smiled at her, then began
to pull back. She groaned as he left her, feeling
empty, bereft, then moaned once more as he thrust
slowly back into her. Her thighs were wet with her
juices, her vagina distended, straining with the
effort, but she loved it, she loved being stretched
wide, filled so completely.
Her vagina, stretching further, found the thrusting
easier, and she began to meet his thrusts half way.
Trey noticed, his own thrusts picking up speed, both of
them vocalising their pleasure eagerly. Kat looked down
- more of his cock was going in her now, before
bottoming out. she spread her legs wide, sliding her
hand down her body to rub furiously at her clit.
She wanted to come - she needed to come, and come hard,
she wanted to come around this glorious, huge cock that
was filling her, rubbing harder and harder, her muscles
squeezing tight until suddenly, she was there, she
threw her head back and screamed her pleasure aloud,
her body spasming violently with the force of her
orgasm, her cunt squeezing Trey's cock so hard, that it
triggered his orgasm too - a final pump within her,
where he drove deeper than he'd ever been in any non-
centaur before, and he too threw his head back, his
cock pulsing his come deep into Kat's body, filling her
womb, her cunt, before he withdrew slightly, his come
spurting out of her pussy.
Kat groaned, scooping up some of his come, rubbing it
into her body, the cream assuaging the sore, tender
tissues, her body protesting against the stretching and
battering it had received. Trey slid from the stone,
standing over her, and cuddled her gently, lifting her
from the stone, holding her against his chest. She
snuggled into him, and heard his gentle whisper.
"Thank you, my dear.... Thank you." and she simply
smiled sexily and fell asleep, childlike, in his arms.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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