Previously on Centaurus: The band is attacked by a group of nymphs who suspect them of collaborating with those who killed their treant lover. After some violent debate they finally convince the nymphs they aren't responsible, and that Fey should help save their species. Then after some very vigorous and enthusiastic species saving the nymphs reward Fey and the band by giving them a number of gifts unique to nymphs.
Now, chapter 49:
Any girl's hips swaying in a figure eight were hard enough for Fey to keep her eyes off. When done by Ellaria, however, it felt like her eyeballs were riveted to the elf's pelvis.
That said the rest of the elf fought for her gaze pretty damn hard too. From the shallow arc of her pregnant belly up to her perfect breasts, then up to her shoulders where glossy red hair spilled casually over her shoulders, and higher still to her face, lips slightly parted, eyes half-lidded, the ultimate fuck me eyes, eyes that begged Fey to pin her down and ravage her.
Ellaria continued to sway and move, fingers trailing up the sides of her waist to her breasts, circling their indecently round shape.
It was a stimulating sight to say the least, and Fey couldn't help but become agitated, her hooves shifting, practically dancing, her whole body tense and full of pent up energy.
If her body was tense, her cock was many times more so. She made an unbidden whinny and her cock strained rigid, a long powerful spray of precum gushing from the tip. Gallons of piping hot clear nectar sprayed between her front legs and splashed over Ellaria who gasped and laughed as her skin was bathed in clear slightly sticky precum, her long legs becoming coated in the stuff.
Fey let out a little whine. With the show Ellaria was giving her finding any self control was a forlorn hope.
The elf squeezed her thighs together and then spread them. Hundreds of spider web delicate strings of fluid bridged her inner thighs before snapping. She ran a hand up her leg and lifted it to her mouth, licking the fluid as she side-eyed Fey.
This produced another powerful spray of precum which washed over the elf's hips, splashing up over her pregnant belly leaving streaks of wet.
It was a sight that made Fey's mouth water.
"I am naked quite a lot of the time you know Fey. But you're only having this reaction now?"
"Because we-we are alone and you- you're being sexy!" wailed Fey as another powerful hose of precum splashed over Ellaria's legs.
The elf made a pleased expression and wiggled her hips, scrunching her toes as fluid ran between them.
"Yes, I suppose I am. And time I should take it to the next level..."
She turned to the nearby tree where a certain white Dress hung from one of the branches. The elf stepped over and raised her arms, ducking beneath it and pulling it down over her head.
She swayed, and the Dress eased down around her body, slipping around her as naturally as breathing, the folds of the skirt falling lightly around half way down her thighs as the cupping breast part slipped under her chest.
Despite Ellaria's gradually increasing breast size the dress seemed to adjust to fit her, cupping her roundness and lifting it. The softness of her breasts became slightly less rounded on top as the dress supported them from beneath, a little ripple sent across their surface as the fabric was drawn snug and form-fitting, perfectly encapsulating the sleek arcs of her body.
Fey swallowed as she looked over the elf. She was less naked, yet the more she stared at her the more attractive and sexual she seemed to become with each passing moment. The feedback loop between elf and Dress taking effect building on itself higher and higher, more and more attractive, more and more desirable, more and more erotic.
She let out a long groan and her tail flagged in the air, her pussy flooding with wet as her cock stiffened almost painfully hard.
"Oh godddd ELllllaaaaa," moaned Fey as a spray of precum far greater than her previous loads exploded from her bucking cock.
Ellaria laughed and shifted, smoothly moving her body, dress flitting up around her thighs as precum hosed over her.
The elf somehow made getting covered in pre the most erotic thing Fey had seen in her entire life. A girl happily dancing in the warmth, dress bouncing around her as she shifted from foot to foot spinning with her arms raised, the fabric becoming soaked with the liquid, precum splashing over the tops of her breasts, beading on the blemishless surface.
Fey went cross-eyed trying to follow every little part of the elf at once, there was just so much to see of her!
Her cock agreed, and the huge gushing sprays of precum came harder and harder, huge inch deep puddles forming around Ellaria's ankles, her feet splashing in the wet as she danced like a girl in the rain.
If Ellaria's goal was to stimulate Fey visually as much as she possibly could then she was succeeding, Fey had even started unconsciously mauling at her breasts.
The peak came when the elf spun, high kicking and flashed her perfect pussy at Fey, her pink softness, her folds, her adorable gorgeous clit.
Fey let out a shriek and reared up, a long powerful spray of squirt exploding from her quim to mist the plants behind her as her cock instantly swelled in size and a monumental spray of actual cum exploded from the tip.
This made the precum that came before seem like an appetiser as cum shot forth so fast that it sputtered as it emerged from her urethra and formed several thin offshoot streams along with the main.
Ellaria only had a moment to react, but there was little she could do, the wrist-thick hose of thick heavy white crashed into her and knocked her clean off her feet to go tumbling head over heels across the forest floor.
Fey barely noticed, lost in a world of pulsing mind-blowing ejaculation as her pussy continued to gush in time with each roping surge of cum.
The area in front of her was a cone of white, everything in sight covered in cum, trees up to their lower leaves bathed in cream as her cock continued to wildly buck and bounce around, spraying messily in every direction.
The sheer quantity was starting to build up and soon the cum on the forest floor was above her ankles and rapidly rising.
They were standing at the bottom of a depression in the forest floor, a low containing bowl shape and so the massive quantity of semen had nowhere to go, it simply built and built, slowly filling around the collection of trees.
Ellaria managed to struggle to her feet, holding up both arms to shield her face as huge ropes of cum sprayed her down, covering the elf from head to toe until she was unrecognisable.
She fought back against the ever-increasing deluge, trying to push her way through it.
It was no good, she managed a step before a particularly explosive spray of cum knocked her off her feet again and she sunk into the cum pool, which was now passing three feet deep.
Which was a small problem as there was no air to breathe.
After a minute or two of struggling and failing to stand back up the elf decided that if she couldn't fight Fey's output then she had better just flow with it.
She struck out, doing the breaststroke as the cum reached four foot deep, literally swimming in incredibly hot horse cum. That way she was able to escape the direct area that was under fire from Fey's cock and reach safety.
She broke the surface of what she estimated was a pool five foot deep, and stood upright, her head only a little above the waterline, steam rising from the pool and creating a mist that clung to the trees.
Fortunately, it appeared the centaur was finally starting to peter off, the wildly spraying ropes of semen slowing at last.
Ellaria made a pleased hum. The depressed bowl in the ground she had chosen to present herself to Fey had been turned into a minor lake of seed, a wonderfully warm and pleasing place.
