Page 53 of Many Ruined Vows on a Forbidden Frolic

“So good.” I lift and drop my hip, lazily using the ground for leverage. “I’m going to cum soon.”

“Good girl.”

My heart flutters, my pussy following shortly after. Waves of tingly bliss crackle over my skin, and I sigh contentedly.

“You are a virile centaur’s dream come true, my sweet Blossom.” Pikr’s words, as intimate as the position we lay in, add to my foggy orgasm. “I’m going to breed you now. Stay just as you are, and rest as I pump you full of seed.”

He takes control, keeping the slow pace as he engages his hindquarters to thrust shallowly, the tip of his cock massaging my inner walls. A few seconds later, ropes of warm cum flood my insides.

My eyelids droop. I’m so warm, from the inside out, and sleep takes over.

Epilogue

Loreleivnna

The Luna Wysteria and whisperbloom vines that twine through the palace gates twitch and swirl at our arrival, undoubtedly twittering their excitement to Father. I smile and giggle along with them, glad someone’s excited for our arrival. It’s been too long since our last visit, and I know we’re about to get an earful about it.

Svitaeryl is so beautiful during the Lunaplume Harvest Festival, and it always reminds me of the year Father demanded I honor my responsibilities as a princess. My gaze drifts toward Pikr, who’s already grinning down at me as though memories are flooding him as well.

I trail my finger along the fountain memorial, dipping into the water to feel its cool caress. You’re home, the water seems to whisper, welcome home. Traveling Eldrunna is twenty times as fun as I knew it would be, but it’s nice to be home, where all of nature recognizes me as one of their own.

The palace door slams open. Feivryn and Ilrunysanna fly down the steps, squealing as they pounce on me with a crushing embrace.

“Your Majesty,” Pikr says, dropping into a bow.

I follow his gaze to the entrance, where Father stands at the bottom of the skyrite steps. My sisters’ chattering goes quiet, and my heart beats double-time.

Seeing Father now, his features unreadable, his muscles tense as his hands are clasped behind him, I worry their friendship hasn’t recovered as much as I’d thought.

“So dramatic,” Ilrunysanna whispers.

Feivryn nudges my shoulder, draping herself over my shoulders. She grins, but I can’t return it, my attention quickly snapping back to the two most important males in my life.

Father stops inches in front of Pikr’s unbent front leg. Even so close, the height difference between elf and centaur is vast, but Father closes it with a clap to my mate’s arm.

“Rise.” Father squeezes Pikr’s bicep and gives a little shake. “That is not necessary between brothers.”

Tears swell in my eyes. I don’t bother to wipe them away before they fall, forming lacrimae lilies between the cracks in the path. My sisters exchange knowing glances, but I cannot turn away from the sight before me.

There’s a long pause before Pikr straightens, and I’ve learned him intimately enough to know he’s gathering himself. It’s safe to assume Father knows this as well, for he holds Pikr’s arm with a steady grip, only releasing when Pikr stands tall.

Their eyes meet, and I want to revel in the kinship that passes between them, but my weedling sisters ruin the moment.

“Awww, how blooming adorable,” Ilrunysanna coos.

“Are you sure Father isn’t stealing your mate?” Feivryn chimes in.

I shake them off. When I turn back, the males are already ascending the steps.

"Lystag manure,” I mutter. “Must you ruin all my fun?”

“You’re the problem child, Lorelei. Poor Mother is distraught over your distance,” Feivryn scolds.

I know she’s right. Our travels often carry us further than the fate-roots can see, so Mother can’t check up on me as often as she’d like. “I’m here now.”

“Sure,” Feivryn drawls tauntingly. “And I’m positive there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Like fucking your centaur under a tree, perhaps?”

I groan. Of course she’d be the one to inherit Father’s gift. I suppose we know who’ll run for head of the Queendom next.