Mike held on for dear life, listening to her hooves pound the dirt of the trail beneath them, doing his best to ignore the burning sensation that was creeping its way along his arms.
Beth stood outside of the office at New Castle, tapping her foot impatiently. She was already going through the options in her mind, ways she could ruin that bastard Randy’s day, how she could force the owners of the storage facility to disclose sales. She highly doubted that the information was lost, and the idea of returning to the office with the news that she couldn’t even access the site really pissed her off. Even with an incompetent lawyer on their side, the storage company could easily impede progress for weeks.
Movement in the window, and Lily walked out with a large grin on her face and a few sheets of paper.
“As commanded,” she said, handing over the forms. “Auction report is fairly useless; the buyer paid cash. I did, however, get a copy of the original inventory and the key to get in. We can see what’s missing if you don’t mind a little legwork.”
“How did you get this?” Beth asked. “He seemed adamant that he wasn’t going to give us anything.”
Lily winked. “I have my ways. Turns out he went to school with my cousin, had a big crush on her. I promised I would bring him up at the next family reunion. C’mon, let’s go.” Her hips swaying, she walked away, her eyes on a small map in her hands.
Beth looked back at the office. “Doesn’t he have to come with us?”
“He’s Facebook stalking my cousin now. Confirming that she’s still single.”
Following Lily, Beth looked back. The guy was slumped forward at his desk, his nose practically on the screen. “Must be pretty desperate,” Beth said.
“Can confirm. Our unit is toward the middle.” The inside of New Castle Storage was a small maze of metal storage units, but they ended up at a small building with glass doors. Stepping inside, Beth could feel the temperature immediately drop. The thermostat by the door stated that it was seventy-two degrees with a humidity of 0 percent.
“I feel like this building alone is worth more than the castle.” Lily ran her fingers along the stark-white concrete walls. The marble floor looked like it had been recently polished, the reflected light of the skylights scattering an eerie glow across the floor.
“Probably is.” Beth checked the room number they wanted. “The castle was built in the seventies. Up until 2004, this place was where the Renaissance festival used to set up shop. Whole thing fell apart when the guy who owned the land murdered his wife, and a land dispute started between his heirs that lasted a few years. The festival took their business elsewhere, and this parcel got picked up pretty cheap. I just didn’t know it had become the world’s weirdest storage facility.” Turning a corner down the long hall, Beth saw the large door at the end. There were no other rooms in sight. “My parents used to take me when I was little. Had my first drumstick just inside the main entrance. I had forgotten all about this place, actually.”
“I find the Renaissance to be far too romanticized for my taste.” Lily stopped at the door, handing the key to Beth. “It’s like looking at a piece of shit five hundred years later and calling it a candy bar.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever heard those words in that order before,” Beth said, then crouched to slide the key into a padlock.
“I was a history major for a bit. I can assure you it wasn’t all tits and turkey legs.” Lily crossed her arms. “Not my favorite time period.”
“Clearly. Why is that?” Beth asked, then removed the lock, grabbed the sliding lever, and pulled. It let out a pathetic squeal, then shifted over.
“Other than the smell? My last relationship. The guy I was with was obsessed with the Dark Ages, thought of it as a golden age for gaining power and ruling the masses with an iron fist.”
“Sounds like a real winner.” Beth lifted the cold metal door. The space inside was nowhere near as disorganized as she expected it to be. A large pallet in the middle of the room lifted the belongings off the floor.
“Looks like this will be easier than originally thought,” Lily said, stepping into the room. Boxes were stacked nicely in rows, allowing the two of them to walk between them with little trouble.
“This could take us hours to inventory. You realize that, right?”
“Maybe not,” Lily replied, pointing to a nearby box. Beth saw that a sheet of paper had been carefully taped to the top. It was a list of the box’s contents.
“Emily was very organized,” Beth said, grateful to see the familiar scrawl on the paper. “For now, we can assume that the boxes haven’t been opened, so it’s just a matter of going through the original list and checking stuff off.”
“Let’s get started, then.” Lily pulled her hair back into a ponytail. “I’ll read off items if you’ll cross them off the list.”
Beth nodded, hiding her smile. Lily was quickly proving to be the best intern ever.
Mike held on to Zel’s waist as she raced ahead, the cliffs appearing through a gap in the trees. A series of waterfalls cascaded down the mushroom-shaped rocks, pooling into a large basin at the bottom. Sliding to a halt, Zel practically ripped Mike off her back, her arms shaking.
“Get in and wash it off,” she commanded, stripping off her green tunic. Mike didn’t bother arguing—he was already half naked, the urge to scratch driving him out of his mind. Zel had held his hands in place the entire ride, which had proven necessary because all he wanted to do was make the burning stop. The Dragon’s Breath had worked its way inside of his clothes and onto his chest. After shaking off his outer garments, he threw himself into the pool of water.
Relief was immediate. The Dragon’s Breath reacted violently with the water, jumping free of his skin and skidding across the top, steam hissing in every direction. Mike held his breath and dove below, working his fingers through his hair. He could hear the hiss of the pollen over the constant pounding of the waterfall, a sound similar to meat in a skillet.
The surface of the water exploded, a large shape plunging into the depths. Mike surfaced, marveling at the colossal ripples bouncing off the shore. Seconds later, Zel emerged, her hair plastered against her head.
“The Dragon’s Breath comes off pretty quickly,” Mike said, watching tiny wisps of steam rise off the surface of the water.
“Not quite.” Zel lifted her arm to reveal a few red streaks. “The top layer comes off pretty quickly, but the bottom layer sticks.” She held up a small cloth. “You need to make sure you scrub it off.”
“Yeah, I can—” Suddenly, Mike’s head sank below the water, his limbs going weak beneath him. The pool was only eight feet deep, but he no longer had strength in his body. He desperately held on to what little breath he had left, hoping that Zel would realize what had happened. Opening his eyes, he saw her awkward approach, her feet just out of reach of the bottom. She was able to shove him into shallower water, pulling his head above the surface. Mike sucked in air, suddenly aware that his face was once again pinned between her breasts.
“You just can’t help it, can you?” Zel moved closer to the shore, easily holding him up.
“Apparently not.” Mike sighed. “Thanks for saving me.”
“I think letting you drown would make a terrible impression on my new roommates.” Zel helped Mike stand. He held on to her arms, since his legs were still wobbling.
“You could say that.” Mike stepped away from Zel, suddenly very aware of her. Her nipples were hard, standing at attention like tiny soldiers. Her hair was plastered against her face and neck, trailing down between her breasts. The water obscured her nonhuman half, making her appear more human than ever before.
“Here.” Zel handed him the rag. “Will you make sure I got it all off?”
“Um, yeah.” He swallowed hard when she raised her arms, causing her breasts to lift. He scrubbed her skin, the red stains fizzing away while he worked
them. Zel’s skin turned pink in places, the coarse rag rubbing away the top layer of skin. “How come it doesn’t burn and itch when I’m in the water?” he asked.
“The idea behind Dragon’s Breath is that even when you think you’ve gotten it off, it burrows beneath your skin. Water mitigates the itching effect, but when you dry off, you end up scratching your skin, driving it deeper and deeper until you run out.” Zel turned in the water, revealing her horse rump. “It shouldn’t still be in my fur, but could you check?”
“Uh…” Mike ran his fingers along the powerful muscles of her backside. “Is it okay that I’m touching you like this?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Zel asked, but Mike noticed that she wouldn’t look at him. He inspected her backside, noticing a tiny red spot about a foot behind her waist, where he had ridden her. He scrubbed the powder off, watching it dissolve in the water. She lifted her hair, and he spotted some on her back. He scrubbed that off too.
“Okay, now your turn.” Zel took the rag from him and went to work. Unfortunately, Mike weighed far less than she did, and he bobbed back and forth in the water. Zel held on to him with one hand while scrubbing with the other, her wet breasts pushing against him. They moved into shallower water as she progressed, gradually exposing his stomach and waist. She found somewhere deep to stand, her breasts bobbing in the water like oversize apples, her nipples periodically breaking the surface to say hello as she washed the remaining dust off him.
Mike didn’t know what to say when his erection surfaced. For a couple of minutes, Zel didn’t even seem to notice. However, she moved in close to scrape the rest of a scarlet streak off his hip, and her left breast bounced off the head of his cock.
“Hmm?” Zel backed up to see what had touched her. It seemed to take several seconds for it to sink in, her cheeks slowly growing pink in the process. She stood, her arms out to her sides, frozen in place.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Mike gave his dick a little push to hide it below the surface. It popped back up, splashing drops of water across Zel’s chest.
“I’ve never seen a human penis before,” Zel said, her voice close to a whisper.
“Oh. Well, this is what it looks like.”
“It’s a lot smaller than a centaur’s penis.”
“You don’t say.” Mike crouched in the water, his cheeks burning.
“Wait. Can I see it?” Zel’s cheeks were still pink, but he could see the spark of curiosity in her eyes.
“Well, I guess so.” Mike stood again, his cock displaying itself proudly.
“I’m surprised you can even get it up after the Mandragora.” Zel wrapped her fingers around the head of his shaft, her thumb teasing the slit on accident. “Oh, and it feels so warm!”
“Yeah, well, I sort of swapped soul pieces with a nymph. It’s kind of like a lame superpower. You know, able to get an erection whenever.”
“Interesting.” She gave his cock a squeeze. “Am I the reason it’s like this?”
Mike stared at her in disbelief. “Uh, yeah! You have an amazing body!”
“You mean my upper half.” Zel sounded disappointed but continued gently squeezing his penis. She gave his shaft a few good strokes and was rewarded with a small dollop of precum at the tip.
“Well, that’s all I can see right now. Not that I find your lower half gross or anything. It’s just that you look so pretty all wet and everything.” Mike wanted to roll his eyes at himself, at how stupid he sounded. He was getting flustered.
“Really?” Her eyes locked on his. “You think my human half is pretty?”
“I do.”
Zel tossed the rag onto a rock by the shore, where it landed with a loud smacking sound. Using her free hand, she squeezed her breast, rolling the tip of her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Do you like it when I do this?”
“Yeah.” Mike felt his IQ drop by another ten points.
“What about this?” She let go of his dick, pressing her breasts together for him. They jiggled quite nicely in her hands, swaying back and forth like pendulums. He couldn’t help but stare as she played with them, couldn’t help but stroke himself in time to the beat of her breasts. He sighed, running one hand over his balls.
“Mm-hmm.” Mike nodded, his eyes finding hers again.
“I wonder.” Zel moved closer to him, lowering her torso to the water’s edge. “May I?” she asked, taking his dick in her hands.
“All yours,” he said, letting her take the lead. She gave his dick a few gentle tugs, running both hands down to his scrotum, exploring the way his skin stretched and unfolded. Her touch was largely clinical at first, Zel commanding him to rise up out of the water so that she could see it better. He wondered what she was thinking when she pressed her breasts against him, using her hands to push them together. They fit perfectly around his cock, a large, fleshy vagina that she began moving up and down his shaft.
“That feels nice,” he told her.
“I bet we can make it feel even better,” she said, releasing him. “Go sit on that rock.”
Mike looked at where she was pointing. He climbed out of the water and sat on a rock that was just beneath the water’s surface. Zel approached the shore where she had left her saddlebags before pulling a small vial out of one of the pouches.
“What’s in there?” Mike asked.
Zel winked at him, dribbling the fluid across her chest and pressing her breasts together to distribute it evenly.
“My love life for the last ten years,” she told him, licking the fluid off her fingers. “It’s a plant-based lubricant. Easily washes off with water but stays slippery otherwise.”
“You carry lube on you?”
“Ever since the incident with that tree,” she said, then pushed her breasts against him. His cock slid between her boobs and was suddenly assaulted by a warm, tingly sensation. “I carry a small vial, just in case.”
“Oh!”
Zel was working her breasts up and down now, the sensation of her skin pressed against his cock from both sides amplified by the lubricant. He stared at her in wonder, watching his dick expand just a little bit more beneath her ministrations. “That feels really good!”
“I’m glad. It is my first time doing this.” She pushed her torso down, and Mike’s cock came up to her nose.
“There’s a way to do it even better,” Mike said.
“Tell me.” Zel was staring at his cock now, apparently entranced at the sight of his glans disappearing and reappearing between her breasts.
“Use your mouth too.”
“That makes sense.” Opening her mouth, she pushed down on him, the head of his shaft passing gently between her lips. “’Ike dis?”
“That’s a great start,” Mike told her, grabbing the sides of her breasts. She bounced up and down, the head of his dick moving along the top of her tongue. Her inexperience showed, but Mike found it an incredible turn-on, his balls tightening up and then relaxing.
Zel bobbed her head up and down even faster, evidently struggling to take him much deeper than just the head of his cock. Her hands were slippery with lube now, and she released her breasts and used her hands on the base of his shaft, twisting them gently as she stroked him, starting at the top and moving down. One hand gripped him tightly, causing a small surge inside his body, and the other hand moved even farther down.
“What are you doing?” Mike asked as Zel’s fingers teased the skin behind his scrotum. She popped her mouth free, the sudden coolness of the air around him sending chills up his spine.
“I may have never done this before, but I do know a few things about the male anatomy,” she explained, her slippery fingers now circling his anus.
Mike shuddered at how good it felt, marveling at the warm sensations that were now coming from behind his pelvis.
“Lie down. Put your legs up.”
“Holy shit,” he whispered, Zel taking him back into her mouth. As she pumped him gently with her left hand, her right hand slid beneath his ass, one finger putting gentle pressure on his asshole.
“Mmm,” Zel moaned, sending vibrations down his shaft. Mike shifted his hips, pushing up into her lips. Beneath him, she slightly bent her finger, allowing him to ease himself down onto it. The tingling sensation in his anus sent warmth through his entire body, and Zel continued pumping him, letting him take the lead. The sun was creeping dangerously low to the edge of the cliff, dusk quickly approaching, but Mike figured the others would be pissed whether he showed up now or in an hour.
“You’re doing so good,” Zel told him, licking the head of his cock. “I can’t wait to taste your cum.”
“Really?” Mike asked, trying hard not to tense up. Zel’s finger was now fully inside of him, and she found his prostate, rubbing it gently.
“Oh yeah. I’ve always wondered what a man’s cum would look like, what it would feel like.” She stroked him faster now, occasionally pressing her breasts against him, then sucking him into her mouth. “I’ve never been so close to a human before, and I want to know everything about you.”
“Why?” Mike asked, but Zel didn’t answer. She was staring hungrily at his cock, licking her lips before sucking him back into her mouth again, her right hand moving slowly, massaging his prostate in such a way that he felt like a fire had been stoked in his belly. His cock contracted several times like he was going to come, but her gentle presses pulled him back from the brink.
“I bet it tastes like sweat, and wood, and iron…,” Zel mumbled to herself. The water behind her was churning, and Mike tilted his head to see what she was doing. There was a large boulder beneath the water at just the right height for her to rub her crotch on, her tail making lazy sweeps in the water.
“Zel,” he whispered, the fire growing inside him. Zel’s face was now bright red, her eyes closed tight while she bobbed up and down on his cock. Smiling, Mike put his hand over hers, and she opened her eyes in surprise when he showed her how to stroke his dick properly. Immediately, he felt the pressure building, each time only to be chased off by her finger in his ass.
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