Page 16 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"It's well past lunch now. You need fed," Lukas said, nodding.
"I mean…you did kind of fill me up on the table," I said softly, crossing one leg over the other and using the towel to squeeze water out of my hair as I arched my chest coyly. Lukas rumbled, watching me, and I tried to keep my smile innocent. "You taste good. Did you know?"
"Frannie," he growled in warning.
"Bet you could fill me up even better with your?—"
I shrieked as Lukas charged, catching me by the waist and throwing me easily over his shoulder. His hand came down on my ass, a bright hotcrack!of a spank, and I yelped, bouncing in place.
"My god, you're trouble," he muttered. "You know that machine's supposed to suck me dry and leave my tank empty for at least eight hours? You got me fit to burst again, sweetheart."
"Next time you burst, it better be inside me," I said tartly.
Lukas groaned and in spite of the generous breadth and size of his cottage, he still had to duck as he carried me out of the bathroom. I hadn't gotten much of a look at the bedroom—we'd been kissing enthusiastically most of the way through the house when we'd arrived—and all I was getting a look at now was the fascinatingly beautiful connection of Lukas’s muscular human back into the elegant slope of fur and wide ribs.
"Do you have two hearts?" I asked, just as Lukas hauled me up off his shoulder and tossed me down into an exceptionally soft pile of bedding. "Oof!"
"I do, actually," he answered as I blinked up at the vaulted beams of the ceiling. He rounded to the side of the bed to stare down at me. "Fuck, you're pretty, Frannie. Is Frannie short for?—"
"Francesca," I answered, craning my neck to look around the room.
It was rustic and kitschy like my own, but with much higher ceilings. I looked over the edge of the narrow bed—just wide enough for Lukas to stand over it and relax—and my eyes widened. I would need stairs to get up and down from this thing. There was a shelf above me with more pillows and blankets draped over, and I realized it must've been for Lukas to lean his upper body against when he was sleeping. There was another nest of bedding arranged carefully in the corner. I'd already learned that centaurs slept lying down for brief periods, but mainly preferred standing to keep the weight off their legs.
"Mm. You look like a Francesca," he murmured, stroking his hands down my sides.
I snorted. "I donot."
He paused, holding my hips, staring down at me with that hard study that made me squirm. "Why'd you say that?"
"Umm."Damn you, Frannie, and your blurting mouth."Francescas are just…you know, elegant," I said, frowning and shrugging. "Fancy. When they wear high heels, they can actually walk, and?—"
"High heels are bad for your body," Lukas said, stepping back once more, but only to catch my left leg by the back of my knee, lifting it off the tall bed and stretching it toward himself. It left my pussy wildly exposed, but he was running his hand up and down the inside of my thigh and holding my gaze.
"They're sexy, though," I murmured.
"Hmm, not as sexy as this pretty shape of your legs," he said, trailing his finger from the crux of my thigh down the inside and over my curved calf. "And there ain't nothing more elegant I've seen than this ankle," he added, bending to kiss I, his fingers stroking over the delicate bones. "Except maybe your shoulders."
"My shoulders aren't elegant," I said, a little breathless and all too aware of the way my sex was literally gasping for air too. Lukas also seemed aware of that fact, his glance catching there, blue giving way to aroused black.
"They are when they're nice and relaxed after I make you cream all over my mouth and fingers, honey." He paused and tilted his head. "No, that's not fair. They were elegant before that too; I'm just talkin' dirty. I'msupposedto be getting you fed?—"
"Lukas," I whined. He was still rubbing those big hands of his up and down my leg and I was honest to godthrobbingfor him.
He kissed my ankle again, sucking on the tender junction until I cried out, "I ate a big breakfast!"
His laugh huffed against my skin, his grin bright, and he set my ankle down gently, back on the bed. I pouted as he stepped away, but he was only backing up to the end of the bed, placing his hooves on either side and walking forward over me. Oh! Good. I wiggled down, ready to meet his cock with my eager cunt, but he leaned down, stopping me by grabbing my hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he purred.
"To fuck, Lukas," I quipped, waggling my eyebrows. "You've been using the suction machine too much. Real fillies like to hopon."
His belly laugh was beautiful, a sound of absolute joy and abandon, and it made me soft as his arms circled me, head bowing to my breasts. He rested his cheek there, nuzzling a prickly shadow of a beard over my nipple, and I arched into the touch.
"You're gonna be mine, Frannie, yeah?" he asked, voice rough.
"Yeah," I answered quickly.
He hummed and turned his head, chin resting on my breastbone, finding and holding my gaze. "I mean it. I don't mind you testing the waters, but I…I found you. And Iwantyou. For keeps, Francesca."
