Chapter 98 Standard.

Chapter 98: 98 Standard.

Her face was permanently planted in the blanket. Her ass was bright pink and still rising to meet every impact. The puddle beneath us was becoming a genuine logistical concern.

"Bwuhhh," she contributed. "Googija—fffffuuu-nug."

Well said, Ayra. I picked up the pace. Not because it was necessary but because something had broken in my own brain and I wanted to see the other side of the mountain. I was playing god.

Thrust. Spank. Thrust. Spank. Spank-spank-spank. Spickity-Spank Spank Sparoo.

Each one connected flush and each one produced another full-body convulsion and another wet splash and another sound from Ayra that had progressively less in common with speech.

"Gyahhh—hnnng—Mast—buhh—"

By the time I felt my own climax building, Ayra’s arms had given up entirely and she was just face-down, ass-up, taking it like a champ as her body shook in continuous waves that had stopped being individual orgasms and merged into one long rolling seizure of bliss.

Her tail had gone completely limp for the first time in recorded history. I think it was unconscious before the rest of her.

I came inside her with one final thrust and her tattoo blazed gold. The ritual magic surged through us and Ayra made a sound like a squeaky toy being stepped on by an elephant, clenched around me one last time, and then went completely boneless.

Her tail gave one weak, involuntary twitch as she fell onto her side. Then nothing.

I pulled out carefully and she didn’t move. I poked her shoulder. Nothing. I leaned down and listened. She was breathing, but her eyes were closed and she had this expression of absolute, transcendent peace.

"Ayra?"

"Mmmmrrf," she said into the blanket.

"You okay?"

"Arf." One ear twitched. Her tail managed half a wag before giving up again.

I heard hooves going across the field and looked up to see Clementine approaching from the porch, arms crossed, and Elsa having removed herself from her blanket cocoon and trailing behind.

They both stopped at the edge of the circle and stared down at Ayra’s motionless form, then slowly looked up at me.

Elsa’s expression was caught between impressed and horrified.

Clementine’s was pure judgment.

"Dude," Clementine said.

"She asked for it. Literally."

"That is one sick dog." Clementine looked at the puddle situation, Ayra, and my hand, which was still pink from impact. "You broke her."

"She’s fine."

"Mmmmrf," Ayra confirmed.

The two of them each grabbed an arm and dragged Ayra out of the circle, her limp body trailing through the grass like a ragdoll. Her tail bumped along behind her, too spent to wag.

They deposited her on a dry patch of blanket, and Elsa began wrapping her in her own cocoon while Clementine stood over the scene shaking her head.

Meanwhile Juniper was already on her way to me.

"I am going to drink so much water after this," I said, waving at her as she approached.

She slithered into the circle slowly, twenty-plus feet of copper-and-black tail trailing through the grass. Her crimson hair was loose around her shoulders and her horns shone under the moon.

The pearlescent glow highlighted her curves in a whole new way. She’d removed her robe and I tried not to stare and completely failed because I’m a guy and there are limits.

But she was scared. I could see it in her hands, which kept finding things to do. She adjusted her hair, touched her horn caps, crossed and uncrossed her arms over her chest.

"Hey," I said, closing the distance between us slowly and giving her time.

She tried to smile. It came out crooked. "Hello, Champion."

"You know you’re beautiful, right?"

Her arms tightened across her chest and her gaze dropped. "Thank you, but you don’t have to say that."

"I know I don’t. I’m saying it because it’s true. And I know you know it is, but I need you to understand that I’m all in here." I stopped about a foot away from her.

Her composure cracked. "I’m all in as well," she said. "For what it’s worth, this should be easy once we get started because I find you very... beautiful as well."

"Then let’s kick things off. It’ll be easier once we start." I reached out and gently uncrossed her arms. She resisted for a second, then let me. "Of course if you have doubts..."

"I don’t," she said, shaking her head and her curly red hair. "Even if I did, it’s too late for that. You’re my Champion, and I know that I am falling for you. I’m ready."

I wasn’t prepared for the full experience up close. Her breasts alone were a religious experience. They were tipped with those puffy nipples that stiffened the moment my thumbs grazed them.

Each one overfilled my hands, and I had big boy hands. When I cupped them and lifted gently, the weight was the single most erotic sensation of my life up to that point, and I’d recently been smothered nearly to death by a horse-girl’s thighs.

"Grey," she said as her voice dropped a little. Her forked tongue flickered against her lower lip. "Take me."

I took one nipple into my mouth and she made a shameless moan. Her forked tongue found my ear, both tips tracing independent paths along the shell, and her coils shifted around us and tightened against the ground.

"I want to show you something," she whispered, and then her coils moved.

Twenty-plus feet of serpentine body rearranged around me, and suddenly I was wrapped in Juniper from every direction. Not squeezing, just holding.

Her coils supported my weight and my back and cradled me in a way that shouldn’t have been as comfortable as it was.

I’ve never been a small guy, but wrapped up in Juniper I felt held in a way I hadn’t since I was a kid. I’m going to leave it at that because anything more would sound weird.

She kissed me then, and that forked tongue did things inside my mouth that redefined what I thought kissing could be.

The twin tips traced my tongue in different directions, curled around it from both sides, and found sensitive spots I didn’t know I had. The kiss was thorough and almost scientific, like she was mapping every square centimeter for future reference.

Her coils shifted again and I felt her adjust to give me access to where her humanoid body met the serpentine half. Her tattoo pulsed right at that junction. She guided my hand there and I felt the warmth, the slickness, and the slight tremor that ran through her entire body when I touched her.

"I was worried about this part," she admitted, barely above a whisper. Her accent thickened when she was vulnerable, and right now it was the thickest I’d ever heard it. "The anatomy is not standard."

"Nothing in my life is."