Chapter 40: Recovering Rightly

ZELTARIA

Zeltaria’s eyes fluttered open, her body aching all over, but not in pain. She sat up slowly, finding herself in the familiar surroundings of her room back home.

She lifted the blanket to check herself over, relieved to find that despite a few new bruises and scratches, everything was still in place.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips, but her eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t be ~actually~ home, could she?

She slid out of bed to find her friend and attendant, Cerys, asleep on the floor. Her equine legs were neatly folded beneath her, and her humanoid torso rested on the edge of the bed. She was dressed in a simple white button-up shirt.

~Okay…I ~am~ home~, Zeltaria thought. She reached out, running her fingers through Cerys’s blonde hair, scratching gently behind her pointed, horse-like ear. “I bet you had a hand in this.”

Cerys stirred, her opposite ear flicking as Zel scratched her other one. “Mmph…we had to save…Master Zel…I told you…mis—”

Suddenly, Cerys woke up fully, her eyes lighting up.

“M-master! You’re awake!” Cerys propped herself up on her forelegs and threw her arms around Zeltaria’s neck, hugging the Succubus tightly.

Zeltaria returned the hug, her grip loose around Cerys’s torso. “I’m awake. And not where I fell asleep. What happened?”

Cerys pulled back slightly but kept her arms around Zeltaria. “Well, Miss Skalla, Mister Iro, Madam Alethria, and I all tried to rescue you. We…we couldn’t catch your captor. An enkeli—”

“Some kid named Siuei. I don’t know her. I think she’s just young and misguided,” Zeltaria interrupted, gathering her strength to get out of bed.

She managed to stand, running her hand down Cerys’s shoulder, back, and equine body. Cerys shivered slightly, enjoying her master’s touch.

“What should we do about her, Master Zeltaria? We can’t let this go,” Cerys asked, following Zeltaria to the bathroom.

Zel shook her head as she entered the tiled room, heading for the sink. “No, we won’t let it go. First, we need to find out who helped her. Someone on the council was involved.”

Cerys nodded, standing a few feet behind Zeltaria, wincing at the sight of the Succubus’s bruises.

“Madam Alethria will report on her dryads’ findings soon. We’ve been watching several councilmembers closely since yesterday.”

Zeltaria nodded, washing her face and dampening a cloth to clean her arms and torso.

“Alright. Cerys,” Zeltaria said quietly, turning to look at the centaur. “I’m sorry that I let my guard down. This, and your return to martial duties, is my fault.”

Cerys shook her head, her blonde hair swaying.

“A servant’s duty is to protect their master. Society may have moved on from that idea, but my vows to you, Master Zeltaria, haven’t changed.”

Zeltaria turned back to the sink and mirror, but her gaze in the reflection was on Cerys. “I remember your ~vows~, Cerys.”

Cerys shifted on her hooves, avoiding Zeltaria’s eyes, which were slowly shifting to a seductive, “come hither” gaze.

“Y-you… need to rest, Master Zeltaria,” Cerys stammered, trying to be responsible but unable to hide her affection for Zeltaria.

Zeltaria’s nudity wasn’t helping.

Zeltaria finished washing her legs with the hand towel, threw it around her neck, and moved toward Cerys. Her height put her just below Cerys’s eye level.

Centaurs were always impressive to those who met them for the first time. But Zeltaria was no stranger to centaurs, especially this one.

“Come on, Ceri. You ~know~ how I like to recover.” Zel walked past Cerys, running her hand along Cerys’s equine flank.

She gave Cerys a light slap on her rear as she passed, causing Cerys to squeak.

Zeltaria returned to her bed and flopped onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows and looking back at Cerys, who was still standing in the bathroom doorway.

“How about a little massage?” Zeltaria asked, her voice full of playful intimacy. She knew Cerys well, and she knew exactly how to push her buttons.

Cerys sighed, trying to keep her distance from the wounded Succubus, but found herself slowly moving toward Zel.

She reached out to touch Zeltaria’s ankle, her hand slowly moving up the Succubus’s smooth skin, stopping at her mid-thigh.

“F-fine, but ~only~ a massage. Do you need—”

Zeltaria sat up and grabbed Cerys’s cheeks. “Just the care of a good friend and lover. I’m ~grateful~ you came for me, Cerys. Don’t worry, I’ll return the favor.”

She leaned in to give Cerys a quick kiss on the nose before falling back and rolling over, showing off her pert buttocks with a playful wiggle.

Cerys blushed and tried not to stare, but it was too late. She moved closer to the bed and sat down, leaning over Zeltaria and running her hands along Zeltaria’s legs.

Cerys applied pressure with intention, pressing harder on unbruised skin to ease muscle tension, while being gentle over the bruises to avoid causing pain.

Zeltaria’s reactions varied from gasps and whimpers to sighs of delight as Cerys’s hands explored her body, finally reaching the Succubus’s firm buttocks and tentatively touching them.

Cerys noted that Zeltaria’s behind was more bruised than any other part of her.

Zeltaria reached back, grasping Cerys’s wrist and guiding the centaur’s hand onto her buttock. “Go on, Ceri. You know I’ve had worse.”

Cerys hummed quietly in understanding and began to gently knead Zeltaria’s buttocks, eliciting moans of pleasured pain from the Succubus.

“~That’s ~more like you,” Zeltaria hissed between breaths and moans.

Encouraged by Zeltaria’s praise, Cerys let her hands wander upward over Zeltaria’s back, then back down over the soft curves of her ass and down to her thighs, massaging all the way.

Zeltaria grunted and winced as Cerys hit a bruise just above her inner knee. Cerys yelped in surprise, clutching at Zeltaria’s leg in an attempt to soothe the pain. “M-master Zeltaria, my apologies, I—”

Zeltaria chuckled softly, pushing Cerys’s hands away before rolling over and modestly crossing her knees to cover her nethers. “Come now, Ceri. I won’t break,” Zeltaria said, her voice enticing.

The Succubus ran her own hands down her bare chest, abdomen, and finally gliding down to her thighs.

“So come,” she whispered, slowly parting her legs in a seductive manner, revealing her smooth pussy lips to Cerys and catching the centaur’s forearm as Cerys reached for the presented flower.

Zeltaria let her hand slide up along Cerys’s arm as the centaur made contact, softly brushing Zeltaria’s labia.

She carefully slipped two fingers into the outermost lips, gently parting them to reveal the glistening inner folds to the centaur.

Zeltaria nodded eagerly to Cerys, placing her other hand over Cerys’s invading hand and following the centaur’s movements as she let her longtime friend pleasure her.

Cerys moved her fingers carefully, noticing several marks on even Zeltaria’s most sensitive parts, and took great care to both ease pain with light massaging but also induce pleasure with precise and practiced touches.

Zeltaria’s breathing began to quicken as Cerys started teasingly running her thumb over Zel’s clitoris, coaxing the small bead out from its hood and into the open.

Zeltaria’s moans increased in pitch and her legs began to twitch. The Succubus resisted the urge to snap her legs shut, instead eagerly soaking in the pleasure from Cerys’s touch.

Cerys herself was rapidly becoming aroused as she watched Zeltaria writhe and moan in pleasure, the Succubus still gripping onto her arm and hand as Cerys continued to rub and tease Zel’s sensitive pussy.

Zeltaria seemed to notice, too, and in a brief moment of clarity Cerys saw the Succubus sniff the air and give her a raunchy, knowing look before descending back into raw pleasured enjoyment.

Within a few more minutes, Zeltaria slowly closed her legs around Cerys’s hands, trapping both of their hands between her red thighs.

She began to shake and shudder, biting back screams of ecstasy and finally peaking into orgasm, releasing a small amount of cum onto Cerys’s fingers and the sheets of her bed.

As her orgasm subsided, Zeltaria sank back onto her bed and caught her breath, her chest heaving and mouth open. She perked her head up as she felt warm breath on her thigh and saw Cerys had brought her mouth low.

Zeltaria grinned and propped herself up on one arm, reaching the other to brush Cerys’s cheek. “Ah-ah, not yet, my dear centaur. It’s ~your~ turn.”

Cerys blushed but made no movements as Zeltaria forced herself upright and immediately went to Cerys’s top, unbuttoning it and pulling it free, stripping the centaur bare and exposing her beyond impressive bust.

Cerys even out-sized Zeltaria, which was a feat all its own. The centaur kept them under tight wraps most of the time to maintain some modesty but here there was no defense as Zeltaria brought her into a nude state.

With somewhat stiff movements, Zel stood and cupped Cerys’s left breast in her left hand, smirking as she leaned in to give Cerys a kiss on the cheek.

She suddenly swung around, throwing a leg over Cerys’s equine body and mounted her, bringing her other hand around to cup both of Cerys’s breasts and begin softly kneading and fondling them.

Cerys jumped in surprise at being mounted but made no move to unseat Zeltaria. She whimpered and moaned as Zeltaria helped herself to Cerys’s bust.

She reached up to place her hands on each of Zel’s in a show of approval and acceptance.

Zeltaria brought her lips close to Cerys’s equine-like ear and whispered with all the sultry seduction she could manage.

“It is customary among Succubi to ~properly~ thank those to whom we owe a debt…and I think I owe you plenty, ~rescuer~.”

Cerys shuddered as Zel began putting more delicate care into her bust that slowly ramped into tighter grabs and longer tugs.

Cerys loved every moment of it, and after basking in the pleasure and letting her moans escape her lips, freely began to shake throughout her being, clutching onto Zeltaria’s hands as she shuddered through a much-needed orgasm.

Zeltaria let her tongue flick out to tease along Cerys’s neck. “Naughty girl, cumming from this alone.”

She kissed Cerys’s neck and cheek before continuing, “Luckily for you, we aren’t done yet. Come, let’s see if you still remember how to do the ~tongue thing~.”