Aidan shed his clothes as he approached, cursing the lack of elastic and the need for laces. Brighid's tail lashed with every step he took, teasing him with glimpses of her nether lips and wafting the scent of her arousal towards him. Aidan might be tired, but he couldn't deny her. He stepped up behind her and grabbed her haunches in both hands, pressing himself against Brighid's rump. She let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan, and her tail flipped up onto her back. "You do not need to be cleansed." Aidan rubbed his length against her thick outer lips, coating himself in her slippery juices. "You did nothing wrong," he continued, lining himself up with her entrance. "You are not soiled." He pressed forward, sliding into her molten embrace an inch at a time. "You are not, have never been, and will never be unworthy of my love," Aidan grunted out as he bottomed out inside her.

He paused there a moment, reveling in the feel of her inner muscles rippling around him. Brighid was still watching him over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He stroked his hands up and down her flanks and told her, "I love you, Brighid Fireheart. That is all that matters between us. Let go of your guilt. Give it to me; I absolve you."

Brighid's eyes widened, then squeezed shut, sending twin trickles down her cheeks. Aidan wished her could hold her in his arms, but simple geometry made that impossible. Or, wait, no, it doesn't! He opened up his Talent interface, purchased the second and third ranks of Extra Magical, and then activated Magic Hands and That Loving Feeling twice to create a pair of ephemeral arms, which he wrapped around Brighid from the front. She stiffened, her eyes flying open. "What in the—?" She gasped.

"A little trick I picked up. I wanted to be able to hold you while we make love; now I can. I can also do this..." He concentrated again, forming a mouth that he used to rain kisses across Brighid's shoulders, neck, and upper chest.

"Mmm." Brighid relaxed into his embrace and bared her neck to his lips. Her hips rolled back toward him, encouraging him to start moving. "I would not trade what we have for anything, but I must admit that Ysbail had a point."

Aidan slid in and out of her with long, slow strokes. "I promise not to tell Ysbail about this particular talent if you'll let me know why you were so jealous of her."

Brighid ducked her head. Aidan could see her blush reddening her ears, though. "It bothers me to think of you riding another centaur. Especially a woman. I know it is not rational, but it is how I feel. I am sorry."

Aidan gave her a swift swat on the rump. "No apologies! To be honest, I'm relieved," he chuckled. "Your utter lack of possessiveness was freaking me out a bit; now that I see a chink in your armor, I feel a lot better about it." He swiveled the phantom arms around to embrace Brighid from behind and attempted to make a pair of hands for them. When only one formed, he grumbled to himself, Why is it called Magic Hands if I can only make one hand without another Talent? Bah! He purchased the next rank of Extra Magical, added the second hand, then started rubbing Brighid's waist and abdomen.

It took an immense amount of focus to coordinate everything. The arms and hands were the worst of it; they were separate instances of the Ability and weren't linked in any way, so he had to spend extra mental effort to maintain the illusion. He decided that the effort wasn't worth it and turned the arms into another pair of hands. These he sent straight to Brighid's breasts, trailing the fingertips across her skin in a feather-light caress. She shivered and moaned at the contact. "A girl could grow addicted to this kind of treatment."

With six hands available to him, there was nowhere on Brighid's body that was out of Aidan's reach. He took ruthless advantage, exploring every inch of her for sensitive spots and erogenous zones. When he found such a place—the nape of her neck, the crook in her spine where her humanoid torso met her equine lower body, the upper ridge of her ears—Aidan moved his phantasmal mouth to the area. He nibbled, bit, sucked, and licked her, cataloging every reaction she made. All the while, he kept up a steady, slow rhythm behind her. Brighid pushed back against him with increasing urgency, but he refused to be hurried.

Once Aidan was satisfied with his exploration of his love's body, he switched things up. Two hands returned to Brighid's bosom, cupping from beneath and sinking the fingers into her yielding flesh. Aidan used the magical mouth to kiss his way up from his partner's abdomen, between her heaving breasts, across her throat, and onto her lips. She opened her mouth to his, moaning into the following kiss. Because Magic Hands had no physical substance, her panting and moaning went unmuffled. The remaining two instances of the Ability, formerly arms and then hands, Aidan changed again, this time into additional mouths. These he experimented with, latching them onto Brighid's nipples through his phantom hands.

The redhead jerked and arched her back at the unexpected sensation, letting out a loud moan that spoke to her appreciation. Aidan could feel the rubbery protrusions in his mouths and the palms of his hands, so he imagined that she could feel both as well. Seeking to experiment further, he shifted his hands so that he could squeeze Brighid's nipples between his fingers while simultaneously sucking them into his mouths and lashing them with his tongues.

"Please, love!" Brighid cried out, "Please, harder! I am so close!" Her words were distorted by the formless mouth and tongue pressed to hers, but Aidan could make out her meaning.

"Do what harder?" He teased. "This?" He grazed his ephemeral teeth across her areolas. "Or maybe this?" His fingers twisted and tugged at her nipples. "Or maybe you meant both at once?" Actions followed words, causing Brighid to grab onto the bedsheets, wrapping them around her hands. "That's right, love. Give in to the pleasure and release your worries. I have you, my heart. Let yourself go."

Brighid let out a shuddering half-scream half-moan and lunged back at him. Aidan groaned as her dextrous inner muscles clamped down around the base of his shaft while fluttering and pulsing around his tip. He gritted his teeth, fighting against the pleasure, and continued his steadfast pace. He wanted to leave no room for doubt in Brighid's mind that he loved her and desired her. It wasn't about ownership, despite their shared kinks, but rather the depths of his feelings for her. His goal was to shatter any doubt she could hold in the deep, dark recesses of her mind, and to that end, he pulled out all the stops.

Aidan disengaged from the magical kiss, then brought that mouth around between her legs. Brighid was still shuddering through her first orgasm when his lips closed around the thick nub of her clit. "Fuck!" Was her eloquent response. "Oh, fuck! Aidan!" She bucked again and would have unseated Aidan if it was not for his grip on her haunches and how tightly her depths clung to him.

That Loving Feeling only transmitted touch, not taste, so Aidan couldn't savor Brighid's flavor, but he could feel her thick juices flowing past his lips. He also couldn't interact with himself with Magic Hands, a fact that he took full advantage of by sending the phantasmal tongue plunging inside Brighid alongside his manhood. He lengthened the imaginary organ, sending it writhing into her depths even as he pulled back for the next thrust. At the same time, Aidan intensified the actions of his hands and mouths on Brighid's breasts. He hefted them in his hands, followed their contours with his tongues, and used everything available to him to stimulate her peaks.

Aidan briefly considered taking yet another rank in Extra Magical, but instead decided to experiment further. He could create exact copies of his mouth, hands, and arms; could he create other appendages that he didn't have? Aidan focused on the mouth affixed to Brighid's plump nether lips. He first removed the teeth and then turned the lips into another tongue. It was harder to control, but Aidan was able to send the second organ snaking down to wrap around Brighid's pleasure button.

"Ah! Oh! Unnnnnh!" Brighid lost the capacity for words as Aidan worked her over. Her head whipped back and forth, sending her hair spraying like streamers of lava erupting from a volcano, and her hips rolled and pressed backward against him with urgent, desperate purpose. Aidan could feel every ridge of her inner walls as they conformed to his probing appendages, clinging to him as he withdrew and parting eagerly at his return. She writhed all around him, his relentless motion and magical manhandling driving her into one orgasm after another.

When he felt Brighid's motions weakening and his own climax approaching, Aidan decided it was time for the finishing blow. He removed the mouths from her breasts, then shaped them into copies of his dick. Moving them into their positions, he told Brighid, "That's right, let it all out. Give everything to me, as I give everything to you." He pulled out of her spasming pussy, then pressed the three throbbing tips to Brighid's mouth, pussy, and ass. She stiffened, then, with a wordless cry, thrust herself backward and tilted her head forward, impaling herself triply upon Aidan. He cried out himself as he felt her surround him in her tight heat three times over.

The human mind wasn't built for that sort of stimulation, and it only took a few seconds of bliss for Aidan's pace to turn from slow and steady to uneven and frantic. He didn't so much approach the cliff as fling himself off of it, shouting, clutching, ramming himself home into his Soulmate. All thought poured from his mind and shot forth into Brighid's willing depths as she joined him in ecstasy. He shuddered and jerked through the pleasure until all strength fled his body and he collapsed against Brighid. The last thing he remembered for a time was a brief flash of satisfaction as Brighidslumped down into unconsciousness with him.