("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Enchanted Castle - 3 by Larissa (larisssa.uk132@gmail.com) *** Kat returns to the castle gardens for further adventures with the statues that come alive at night. (MMF, bi, dp, anal, beast, magic) *** 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. *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61