Centri for Satyrs

Clay made his choice. Centri would stay with him tonight. Centri winked and promised fireworks, tonight and tomorrow, and made to celebrate her victory with another round of drinks for everyone.

While the others busied themselves and talked, Centri continued her game from before, teasing her bare foot up his thigh from across the table. Elegant and coordinated as ever, she barely moved, but would teasingly bite lip when only Clay was looking. Drifting higher and higher. He was already rock hard. Azure poured herself an additional drink, and quickly showed herself to be a sleepy drunk, falling asleep at the table before she finished it. Rose had positioned herself in Abi's lap, and had begun to make eyes at her, and the landlady had since disappeared.

Centri finally guided Clay away from the table as Rose and Abi had begun to sloppily make out at the table. (Azure was still happily passed out, however Clay did find it strange that she had gotten so drunk, he was a little distracted). With the door shut, Centri, permitted herself a drunken giddy giggle. She had won afterall, she was chosen, and didn't have to sleep on hard ground. She shrugged out of her robes, letting dim light coming through the window silhouette her curves for Clay. Clay quickly abandoned his clothes, as Centri got on all fours and approached him in the dark. He couldn't see her, but he felt her warm hands find his calves, and her placed a kiss on his inner thigh. He throbbed with need and bucked his hips forward, but Centri was the driver tonight. Her warmth was seductively delightful against the cool of the night as she kissed her way to his balls. He could feel his sack churn at her direction, working to make a load worthy of such a beauty. He could see her now as his eye adjusted, kneeling with hands around his thighs, eyes closed in focus, hiding nothing from his gaze. Her eyes opened, and the kisses stopped as she smiled and nuzzled in.
"You made the right choice tonight, I'm going to milk you dry." she huskily whispered, and Clay knew she could deliver. She began to wank him, while tonguing his balls, giving the other side more attention. Clay grit his teeth as arousal became need, and precum began to leak out. He could see that Centri's other hand had slipped between her own legs as she warmed herself up. She treated him like this for awhile, sucking the head occasionally, getting him incredibly aroused. Just before Clay felt like he might pop, Centri stood up and kissed him, capturing his rapture before it could overtake him. The flush of warmth from the contact of her chest against him made him so pilable, he hardly realized she had walked him backwards on to the bed. Giving him a playful push to land him on the bed, she straddled him.
"Are you ready? I want a big load, right in here." She pulled his hands to her lower stomach, presumably where her womb lied. This was dangerously close to asking for fertile sex (which required consent thanks to Aphrodite's protection), and they both knew it. Giving a sense of taboo thrill to the coupling. "I can do that" Clay responded, trying and succeeding at sounding enthralled.
Without any further foreplay, Centri leaned forward, and without any guiding hand, with agonized slowness, pushed him into her wet clenching depth. Straightening up, she guided his hands to her hips, as she pushed her chest out for his gaze as she began to ride him. Up and down, with clenching sliding wet friction. "You're always so fucking hard, and you reach me so deep" Centri dirty-talked as she bounced. She put her arms overhead, enhancing his view further. Her own breath got deeper and regular as she continued. She adjusted her angle, and started to drop a little faster and grind a little more. Getting close, she gave up pretense, and fingered her own clit, all while riding Clay. "Come on Clay, don't let me cum first" she begged, her pace increasing . Clay to his credit was holding on, perhaps only by the grace of Aphrodite. On one final wet slam down, the damn broke, and clay bucked upward with a hot jettison of cum triggering Centri's own orgasm, making them spasmically lock and writhe into one another, as her pussy worked to drain his cock entirely. Neither were quite sure how long it lasted, but Clay found himself first, and with a kiss, got up and found rags. Centri accepted them and cleaned herself, and with a goodnight kiss on the cheek, turned on her side to sleep. Clay, relieved of his cum and duty, fell asleep soon after.