The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

When she catches Quell’s disapproving face, he wipes it clean and offers a quaint smile instead, being too far away from her to have a private conversation. As a goblet is filled for her, she makes polite conversation with Wistan, delicately filling her plate.

“How is your leg, young Prince?”

“It is fine, Lady Coral. After I bathed, I took the powder down to Doctor Pelium to have him assist me with reapplying it. He was most intrigued.”

“Yes, I had the pleasure of meeting him not too long ago; he queried me on the herb as it was one not known to him.”

Nibbling on her bread she manages to catch several eyes staring at her from out in the crowd. She does her best to ignore them, her attention caught by Vadim. He asks her a great many questions about life outside of centaur land, making it obvious that he has not travelled beyond the borders before. She obliges him with the answers she knows, her tongue loosened by the hearty wine that keeps appearing in her glass.

By the time she has had her fill of food she discovers she has also had her fill of wine as well. The prying eyes about the room are starting to eat away at her nerves and though she is thankful for the pleasantries of Vadim’s questions, she grows weary of talking. Smiling, she manages to slide out of her chair gracefully, “I find that I am more tired from the day’s travel than I expected; I think I will retire for the night,” a gentle nod towards the younger prince, “Good night, Prince Wistan.”

“And to you too, my lady,” he says kindly with a smile.

As she turns to Vadim, she discovers that he has stood from his chair as well, “Good night, Prince Vadim.”

“Please, allow me to walk you back to your room,” he says, motioning his hand before him to usher her out.

Reluctantly, she concedes, “Thank you, sir.”

When they exit the large hall the noise cuts down to a distant murmur, the lack of it almost echoes in Coral’s ears. She can feel Vadim staring at her as they turn towards the ramp. If she were not already flush from the wine, she would have turned red.

The sound of soft hooves on the carpet creeps up on them, “Good evening, brother. Lady Coral.”

Coral turns to see Quell; Vadim smiles, “Hello, brother. I was escorting Lady Coral back to her quarters,” he offers as a casual excuse.

Quell rests a hand on his shoulder, “Please, allow me. I am going to turn in for the night regardless; why don’t you return to the feast? Wistan has undoubtedly a few tall tales to tell you.” He smiles quaintly, stepping between them, as if making his request final.

“Oh, well… as you wish, brother,” Vadim walks to Coral, extending his hand; when she places hers in it, he brings it up to his lips, “I bid you a good night, my lady; I hope you have a pleasant slumber.” His eyes linger on hers, the touch lasting longer than it should have. Remembering that Quell is there, he releases Coral and nods to his brother, “and to you too, Quell.”

Quell nods, watching him leave; he looks uneasy. He offers his arm to Coral, “Shall we?”

Gladly, she takes it, feeling the warmth radiate through his shirt and jacket. He makes his steps small as he did the night they met, taking his time to enjoy their walk together, “Did you have a good meeting with the Doctor?”

“Aye, I did. He is most agreeable. It appears we have a full day planned out tomorrow.” They walk up the ramp in silence, turning down the corridor towards Coral’s room. “It seems you have found a friend in my brother,” Quell says softly. Something in his voice makes it almost sound like an accusation.

“Yes,” she says, glancing sideways at him, “he has been most kind to me.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“It occurs to me now that perhaps I should have mentioned he was human,” they stop at her door, Quell’s brows furrowed.

“It seems like something that would have been worth mentioning, yes,” she opens her door, stepping inside. Holding it open for him, she continues, “Would you care to come in for a while?”

“I shouldn’t. It isn’t proper,” he adds as an after beat.

Coral can feel her face sag with disappointment, “I see. So, we are only doing things properly now? What does that mean about… last night? Am I to forget that it happened?”

Quell glances around before hastily stepping in and shutting the door behind him. He reaches for her, taking up her hands in his, “That isn’t what I meant, Coral. I stepped out of line last night. I just want to court you properly; I do not want you to think that you don’t deserve to be treated with respect. All I wish is to be close to you but I don’t want you to think that the only value you have to me is a physical one.”

She lowers her head, slightly ashamed at her harshness towards him, “I understand and appreciate your desire to treat me properly, Quell. But if you truly respect me,” she raises her chin so that she can look him in the eye, “then you will also trust that I can make my own sound decisions and do not need you as a moral compass.”

A smile grows on his face, “As you wish, Coral.”

Coral leads him towards the mound of pillows, “Perhaps we could just… talk? Get to know each other?”

He nods, removing his jacket to drape it over the back of a chair before he eases himself down; propped up on his side with his hand supporting his head, he pats the soft fabric next to him. With a smile she lies down next to him, allowing his hand to intertwine with her fingers.

“How do you like my home?” He asks.

“It will take some getting used to,” she admits honestly.

“You think there are too many centaurs,” he states, a slight frown growing.

“I think there are too many people too,” she squeezes his hand, “I have only left my home a dozen times before with Piers and only to neighboring towns the same size. It isn’t so much that they are centaurs, it is the look they give me.”

“What look is that?” he asks, his eyes studying her face.

“Curiosity, confusion, perhaps a little bit of disdain?” She thinks on it, “I am sure it is the look you get when you visit the human towns for the Atonement.”

“Ah,” he nods, “I understand. It makes you feel completely out of place, like you don’t belong there.”

“Yes,” she says, “but I also get the same look from the humans too.”

He tips towards her, placing a soft kiss on her lips, “That is because you are one of a kind.” She smirks at him, getting lost in his eyes. Only when he yawns and stretches do they break their gaze. “I should probably return to my own room,” he reminds her.

“And if I said I wanted you to stay?” she cautiously asks.

He runs his hand down her cheek, “Then I would stay, but only so I could hold you in my arms as you sleep.”

She nods, smiling, “Then it is settled. You will stay and we will sleep.”

Coral rises to her feet, unlacing the back of her dress so she can comfortably sleep in her shift. She walks to the wardrobe, carefully freeing herself from the fabric and makes sure to hang it neatly. As she walks back to him, she passes by the odd looking piece of furniture that she didn’t recognize before. Running her hand over the slick leather top, she sees that it is far more complicated than she had originally suspected.

“Quell,” she calls over to him, “what is this for?”

He rises to his feet, walking around the opposite side of the bed so that he can see what she is talking about. He gets a surprised look on his face, “Oh,” he says rather embarrassingly, “that is a mounting stand.”

Looking at it, still confused, “That doesn’t answer my question at all.”

He shrugs sheepishly, “It is to… help a woman and a centaur mate.”

“Oh,” she says, drawing her hand back in surprise. Her body saturated with the wine from supper, the question pops out of her mouth before she can stop it, “how does it work?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

As her body starts to tingle, she can feel her skin heat up, “Yes. I mean, it seems like I should know how this works in case… for when I’m ready…” she flushes.

Quell walks behind her, resting his hands on her hips. He guides her forward until the end of the padded surface touches her belly, then he slowly pushes her down onto it. Gently, he guides her head forward; there is a break in the bench that allows her breasts to hang freely down, the padding curving up to rest against her sternum, allowing her head to drop down freely. Reaching down, he runs his hands along hers, reaching forward down the length of the bench to the end, where there is a notch that provides a good hand hold. Though she cannot see him, she hears him kneel down behind her. His warm, large hands grasp the backs of her thighs through her shift, pushing them forward; she feels her knees hit a padded curve in the back legs of the mounting stand. Slowly, Quell pushes her shift up her calves and over her knees so that he can reach towards the stand; he grasps a hold of a padded bar, pulling it out and rotating it. The bar rubs against the back of Coral’s thighs, just above her knee. Once it clicks into a locked position, she discovers her legs are immobilized, spread wide open; if she were naked, her cunt would be fully visible.