Centaur Love
VIII
First off I want to say thank you to taco1085 for willing to accept the Herculean task of editing my hot garbage. Please everyone give him a thumbs up for taking on this task. Second, I want to thank you the readers for following my story, without you Mathew and Felicia's story would never come to light. As in all previous stories and errors are mine, no one person can catch 'em all. (Pokémon pun) All characters are over the age of eighteen, and still have not figured out if centaurs age like humans or horses, but I still do not know any under aged centaurs.
Mathew woke when Felicia tried to stand. He was still laying on top of her dock. As he pushed himself up, he pulled himself out. Felicia was still half-asleep, she moaned as her tail was allowed to fold back over. As he pushed himself up from her rump Felicia turned, "Help me stand Mathew, my legs are cramping."
Mathew did not know if he had the strength to help since his legs were struggling to hold himself up. So he did the next best thing and muttered a small tractor, pressure spell, and lifted Felicia with magic. As soon as she was high enough she unfolded her legs with a groan and struggled to place them under herself. Mathew slowly released the spell as she stood on her wobbly legs. Mathew released the spell when she reached out for him.
He walked over and embraced her as they kissed. Mathew looked down at her breasts, they were covered in dried cum. Felicia looked down and saw them, then tried to look at her nose through one eye. Oh god, I must look a mess!"
"No dear, just fresh fucked, and I like the look."
Felicia rolled her eyes and walked over to feel the water. It had gotten cold while they played. But the extra water in the pot was still warm. She mixed it in the bucket and looked at Mathew, "No playing!" Both washed and cleaned up the main room. Mathew dressed and was going to look at the sun position. He found a young female elf sitting on the bench in front of the longhouse. She was reading from a book with five large packages stacked next to her. She looked up and smiled.
"Good, help me with your packages." Mathew noticed she was wearing mage type robes, they carried the packages inside. The last thing she did was motion Mathew to step out front, then she pulled out a tiny pair of garden pruners. "I was told you need to prune some tiny rose bushes. It's a great honor since our Eldar doesn't allow just anyone to work her roses. Our Eldar sent me to work with your mate, so while we are working, could you please block off yourself from the clairvoyance spell. You don't need your mate's thoughts distracting you while you trim roses."
Mathew nodded and walked to the palaces Rose gardens. He walked to the miniature rose plot and started trimming the past blooms and working the stocks for maximum blooms. He worked his way down one side and started on the next row. It was warm in the sun, but not too hot, he enjoyed working on the roses, the quick study of each plant to maximize its bloom potential. He was just finishing the plot when he looked up to see an ancient elf sitting on the bench that sat near the plot. His hair had long gone to white, there was a slight wrinkling at the corner of his eyes. Something that Mathew had never seen on an elf before. He was slightly stooped over as he was cutting a large quartz crystal, into a tree shape with what looked like a file. His hands worked the crystal with his eyes closed, by touch and feel alone. When he opened them Mathew was staring.
He smiled, "My eyes are not so good any more, but my fingers haven't lost their touch." Mathew looked at the crystal in his hands. He offered it to Mathew to examine.
"No Sir," Mathew said, "I would be afraid of dropping it or breaking such a fine work of art."
"Nonsense my young mage, you need to see and feel it anyway." He handed it to Mathew. "Sit my boy, feel the tree."
Mathew felt the fine details that the eye could miss, he slowly realized that the crystal tree was cut into a hexadecagon shape. Looking at the whole tree, "Is this what Woodsheart looked like when she was alive?"
"Close to it," the old elf replied. "I copied it from an old painting in the palace. Not too sure if the painting is a true representation of the old tree, but everyone here believes it is. So I cut the crystals into that shape to keep the myth going." Mathew looked at the older elf. He grinned back, "Since no one alive had seen the ole dame when she was still living, and that painting isn't that old. If it is a false representation of the old tree then who is it to say that our belief is a lie or not?"
Mathew nodded yes with the elf's logic. He tried to hand the tree back, but the old elf shook his head no, "It's a gift to you and your mate. It's a fine quartz crystal that will hold your clairvoyance spell you run on your farm. All you need to do is tie it to the ley line before the splitting cairns."
"Sir I couldn't take it, its..., its."
"Nonsense lad, Little ReLanna, asked me to help you and your mate with your clairvoyance spells you two used to tie yourselves to Woodsheart. You needed to learn how to actively skim the spell, and your mate needed immediate help on her shields. I do believe you already met my Granddaughter?"
Mathew looked up and immediately blushed. The old elf laughed. "Really young man, that was nothing to be ashamed of. Heck, I am nearing my millennium mark and have seen worse. Hell, if I was a half a millennium younger, I might go out and find a young filly like yours."
Mathew laughed, "I didn't realize we were broadcasting like that."
He grinned at Mathew, "You weren't my young mage, but your mate..., wide open. What she saw, felt, and thought. Anyone who cared to look saw." Seeing Mathew hid his face in his hands, he laughed again. "Don't be ashamed my boy, every non-mage has to learn how not to broadcast like that. Your mate has the required spells, she just didn't know to run them like you did. My Granddaughter is showing her right now how to live with the elven heritage spell. Soon she will be a master at it. Now let me show you a trick on how to actively skim it so you and the rest of our people can talk to you and not when you two love birds are playing.
He reached over and touched Mathew's head. Mathew's physic shields were no match. Mathew's shields automatically came up but he was in before they were halfway up and he batted them down, <No need to worry son, I mean you no harm. It is easier and quicker this way. Follow my thoughts, look at how I set my shield spell, feel the difference from your human type spell.>
Mathew mentally saw the spell he used, and how he moved part of it up and down to allow or stop the flow of information, he felt or read from the elven clairvoyance spell, or what everyone calls the elven heritage. Mathew dis-spelled his physic shields and recast it as the older mages spell.
<Good! Now tie that to the heritage spell, let 'terra mater' power the spell.>
Mathew tied the spell to the ley line with just a thought. <Exultant young man, now follow my thoughts, just move this part of the spell, see you can open yourself to the whole heritage or just a little to feel if someone is seeking you. Then a little more cuts you off from it completely.>
Mathew played with the spell, it was easier to use this one to monitor the heritage spell. The difference was minor but offered a lot more control. The one he was taught in Mage School only allowed an open or closed type of shielding.
<Very nice, now let me teach you the base Clairvoyance spell. This spell will allow you to draw power from your ley line.>
They went over the spell until Mathew could recite it from memory. The old elf smiled, as both heard a young voice say <Ego rite celebrata Grandpa>.
"Well, young man our work is done here." Pointing at the little tree in Mathew's hands, "Plant my crystal tree on some nice shelf and tie quercu locis palustribus to my little representation of Woodsheart. And maybe in some way, our two homes will be forever tied together."
Mathew smiled, "They already are sir. Just one last question?"
The old elf nodded yes.
"You already knew my name, but I don't remember learning yours."
The old elf smiled, "You already know my name. It is obvious you spent some time at the Mage College, so you read some of my works." Standing up he put his right hand over his heart, then bowed. "If you're bored someday and need some lessons in the true magic of this world, open your elven heritage and call out for Master Sexitorius."
Mathew stood up looking at the ancient elf. He winked at Mathew, "Just behind Tiberius's right shoulder on the arch, and only in the morning can you see the slight hint of elven in the face they carved. Prudes didn't want to admit an elf helped them." He winked and picked the pruning shears, "I will return these to ReLanna for you," pointing at the pile of trimmed rose blooms and stems and suckers I trimmed, "You might want to clean up your mess, you know how fastidious our Eldar is."
Mathew grinned and bowed to Master Sexitorious, "Thank you for helping me and my mate Master Sexitorius."
Master Sexitorius nodded and turned to start walking away, then stopped and said over his shoulder, "Tell your mate, I did love the show you two put on." Mathew laughed as he continued down the path. Mathew picked up his clipping's and walked them over to ReLanna's mulch pile. Then picked up the quartz tree and headed back to the longhouse.
When he stepped inside he saw a very embarrassed Felicia. They stood staring at each other. When they both couldn't take the silence anymore they both started laughing.
"Oh my god, Mathew!"
Mathew had to take several deep breaths to stop his laughter, "You got the Granddaughter, I had to face her Master!"
Felicia started laughing again, "Oh Mathew! How are we ever going to go to this dinner tonight with everyone knowing?"
Mathew winked, "With a smile on our face dear, there is nothing else we can do."
Both smiled and started laughing. Both wore a smile the rest of the afternoon as Mathew cleaned up from working in the rose garden and Felicia was reading her spellbook. Both mentally heard the Eldar's seneschal announce the small state dinner in one hour. Mathew was just finishing shaving so Felicia ran next door to inform her father and brother.
When she returned she said, "Mathew, will you unbraid my tail and brush it out?"
Mathew looked at her and nodded yes. When he finished brushing it out, he kissed her rump, "There my dear, your full modesty is in place for tonight."
Felicia smiled, "Thank you for understanding."
Mathew dressed in the new outfit that Lady Salvia had readied for him. When he opened the package saying mage over robes he found two different sizes, several sets for him, and several sets cut for Felicia. Felicia looked at them, "Oh mage robes, for me?"
