A kiss and a promise

You return Brighid's kiss softly, tenderly, and squeeze her to you. You look into her eyes, more **** than you have ever seen them, and hold her gaze. "Brighid, nothing you have said repulses me in the slightest. You are a beautiful, vibrant, fierce, loving, honest, loyal woman. I am honored beyond my ability to properly express myself that you feel this way about me. If this is truly your heart's desire, then know that seeing this side of you, the vulnerability you hide from the world, makes me respect you more, not less. It makes me wonder what heights you could achieve when you can turn that vulnerability into a strength. It makes me want to help you achieve those heights. I could not dream of ruining you by forcing you to be one Brighid or the other; they are both you. So to answer your question: yes, whichever Brighid you need to be, you will always be welcome at my side."

Brighid cups your cheeks in her hands and kisses you, gently at first and then more passionately. You taste cinnamon again as her tongue slips between your lips and begins to probe your mouth. You quickly meet her sally with your own, tongues swirling around each other, lips pressed tight, blood pumping hot and heavy through your veins. Brighid reaches down between your bodies and grasps your cock in her soft hand. You moan into her mouth as she tentatively strokes you, exploring your every vein and knob with questing fingers. Her other hand tangles in your hair, holding your lips to hers as your kiss goes on and on.

Eventually she pulls back from the kiss, slowly, teasingly, biting your lower lip and pulling it gently with her retreating mouth for a short distance before letting it go. Her hand continues caressing your cock for a little while, then that too stops and she adopts the same needy tone of voice she used before saying her safe word. "Please, Sir, this little mare needs to be taken by her stallion, mounted and rutted. She needs to cum all over her captain's long, hard spear. She needs to feel her cunt filled with her Lord's seed and to be marked with his scent." Then she rises from the water and takes a step back from you with a laugh. With mischief and merriment in her voice, she says, "But for now, my Lord needs to get his blanket back on and we both need to head back into the village. As much as I yearn for it, it would be a mistake for now to walk through the village and present myself before the Council covered in your scent. Besides, it is almost sunset and you still need clothes to wear for tonight."

You splutter at her and she laughs even more. "You already accused me of being a naughty cock-tease, so I may as well play the part. Besides, I told you, I worked hard to stiffen that spear of yours, it would be a shame not to have a chance to admire my work for a while." She turns away and trots back towards the shore of the pool. You are left to shake your head and swim back over to where you were pushed into the water over an hour ago. Brighid casts a quick spell to dry the water from your bodies and the blanket you are using as a robe, then you wrap it back around you and Brighid leads the way back to the village. You don't even really mind the way your cock tents out the front of your robe; you're too happy to care about the looks others are giving you.

Brighid leads you to a wooden building along the western edge of the village and pushes her way through the leather strips that seem to serve as doors in most of the buildings you've seen. Inside is a wide but shallow room filled with bolts of cloth and shirts, blankets, and other things made of cloth in various stages of completion. An actual wooden door leads to a separate room further in, and rising from a cushion to one side of the room is a petite young centaur woman with short blonde hair and reddish-yellow fur. You're not sure how long centaurs live or even how long a year is in the Realms, so it's difficult to judge her age too accurately, but she has the clear skin and youthful exuberance of a college freshman. She and Brighid embrace warmly, then Brighid introduces you. "Aidan, this is my friend Siwan. Siwan, this is Aidan, the one who I was telling you about earlier."

Siwan smiles at you and gives you a hug as well. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Aidan." You hug her back and return her greeting, then Brighid takes over again.

"Did you have a chance to make some clothes for Aidan? I know I really did not give you much time, but we are pressed for time ourselves."

"Of course, Brighid! You know I love a challenge, and I've never made clothes for a human before. The shirts were easy enough so I have several for you, Aidan, but I had to work from measurements and guesswork for your leggings. I hope they fit you well. Once you wear them a bit and tell me how they fit, I can make you some more in other styles." She glances at Brighid and smiles even brighter. "Maybe even make the pair of you a matching set of clothes?" She laughs brightly at Brighid's startled expression and hugs her again. "Don't worry, Brighid. I think your friends will notice how happy you are, and if they see you with Aidan here looking as happy as he does they may guess at the reason, but I doubt anyone who doesn't know you well would look beyond their own prejudice. And besides, if anyone makes a fuss about it, you can tell them they can repair their own damn shirts and blankets if they don't like it, because I won't. I'm happy for you as long as you're happy. Now," She says, whirling back to you like a tiny effervescent tornado, "Get rid of that blanket and step over here. I need to see the clothes on you before I can make the final adjustments. Come on now, time's wasting!"

Bemused, you let the young woman march you naked into the center of her workshop and follow her directions as she makes you put on a series of shirts, turn in a circle for her (and Brighid, who watches with her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles) to inspect the fit of the shirts, then has you step into a pair of long pants made out of a soft, supple leather. They fit well but are snug across the crotch, especially after Brighid lifts her shirt and shakes her breasts at you while Siwan's back is turned. She gives you a wink and blows you a kiss, then goes back to watching her friend boss you around. Siwan has you step out of the pants again and wags her finger at you as your dick springs free of its confines. She collects the clothes she made for you and quickly makes the alterations she deems necessary before handing them to you with a smile. To your chagrin, she did not loosen the crotch of the pants.

You step back into the pants, adjust your dick to be slightly less prominent, then wear the shirt Brighid holds out for you, a black linen shirt with full length sleeves and a formal cut. She and Siwan haggle over prices briefly, then the bubbly blonde hugs you both, wishes you well, and invites you back tomorrow to discuss having more clothes made. You have to admit, the clothes fit remarkably well and look quite good. You do take a moment to ask Brighid as the pair of you make a quick stop at her home to drop off your clothes, ex-clothes, and bathing supplies, "So, that was your friend Siwan. The same Siwan as...?" You jerk your head towards the river.

Brighid grimaces and nods. "Yes; centaur politics, I am afraid. They do not spend a minute of time together except when poor Siwan is in heat, and even then only when Pawl is out on missions. I am sure it sounds awful, but the fact is that we centaurs give birth to females about half again as often as males. That means the males get to be the picky ones, and as sweet as Siwan is, she is not considered very desirable. Her family is not powerful, she is small and pale-colored, and she does not practice a particularly valuable trade. She is not even our only seamstress, just the best one. She wants a foal, though, and Neifion is the only one who will mount her when Pawl isn't around. Do not worry," She says, interpreting your look correctly, "Even if he did sire a foal on her Neifion would have no legal standing with the child unless they formalized the arrangement beforehand, and there is no chance that would happen. There are many centaurs who grow up with only a mother, it is not unusual and would not reflect poorly on her or her child. I am such a child; Mother will not even tell me who my father is. It is not a something to worry about."

After another few minutes of walking, you arrive at the large building where you met the Council when they sent you off on your Quest. You square your shoulders and, repeating the procedure from the last time you were here, precede Brighid into the hall. This time, however, she follows just behind you and to your right rather than staying at the doorway. All five Councillors are laying on their cushions on the raised stage, watching impassively as you approach.