There's no underage (under 18 years old) sexual relationship in my story.

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The young man Flavius resisted the two female centaur women who dragged him away forcibly, his arms and legs beating against their bodies. His chest was bare and fairly pretty, he'd been a fool and deceived by their claiming about a danger to their village.

He'd been returning home after war, and he couldn't ignored centaurs when they pleaded with him. He was a hero after all. With a tiny effort they took his axe; the horse halfed women were powerful and mighty like supernatural beings.

No longer strong and demanding, his voice became hoarse from steadfast yells and screams for help. Calls for anyone, any God or Deus, help, but there's no savior for him. His heart raced, sending blood and epinephrine forth though his exhausted body, pushing him into a total body convulsion.

They entered a centaur village deep within the woods. A great gathering of centaur men and women, as well as humans, watched his abduction with interest. He called out for them to help him but they looked to each other and laughed, or talked together with waving hands and eager nods. All of them seemed pleased. The fillies dragged him into a large wooden building near the east end of the village, and with little effort, they stripped him of his clothes.

His pants slipped off his legs while one woman held his arms and the other worked on the clothing. He said "Why are you doing this?" They didn't say anything to him, but talked with each other in the centaur language which seemed like Greek mixed with whinnies, neighs, and snorts. His focus on its nuances died when they tore off his under-wears.

Soon, he stood stark naked, trying in vain to cover up his body while the centaur women stood back and admired him and his naked beauty and his huge uncircumcised cock. He felt hot and cold in the same time. One of the female centaurs licked her lips and smirked. They weren't even the same species! The two centaur women, joined in by a third, began rubbing him down by a rough soap bar and the soap smelled of leather and wild herbs. They giggled as they ran their hands all over every inch of him, leaving nothing of him untouched.

Flavius's face prickled while they washed his huge beautiful uncut cock and boyish ass. He almost stopped resisting and struggling, so exhausted, and so afraid. "You are very lucky to be chosen," said the prettiest centaur women in thick English. "You are sexually pure, don't you, virgin?" . "Of course not. I'm very experienced." he lied. Then, without warning and for the first time in his life, a soft hand wrapped around his fore-skinned cock.

"Ohhhhh!" He squirmed away from the teasing. The women centaurs giggled again, smiling and nodding like they'd just learned their first jumping trick. "Oh yes!" said another woman centaur. "Very pure and virgin. This is our lucky day." Flavius tried to struggle again, but his muscles had became numb. A heaviness streamed through all over his body. His head turned to the side. The newest centaur held him upright as the others began to give him his first handjob and first gang handjob in his life.

"Stop!" Did he even speak? The word bounced around in his head. His leg twitched, his heart pounded violently against his cock. Soon, they lost interest in completing the handjob and they carried him to a bed of straw covered by a linen sheet and set his unresponsive body onto it. Without another care, the women returned to the washing area and began to clean up.

He could run, maybe dart out the door and hide under the building, crawl into some small place the centaurs couldn't get to. Or climb a tree? Maybe find some horses and ride one out of there? Everyone would see him, though, naked and trussed up like a sperm cow.

"We must go now. You can walk?" the pretty centaur asked, blinking her slanted eyes at him. With blossoming hatred, he glared at her. She smiled warmly, and the original two descended upon him, wrapped him up in a thin robe, and dragged him outside into the bright light of day.

A parade seemed to be in progress as a long, double line of centaurs in all colors and sizes: sorrel, chestnut, or bay, sprinkled with gray or white, appaloosas, huge Percheron, wearing various ornaments such as necklaces or headdresses, though most were as bare as the women centaurs who held him roughly. His escorts, one on either side, led him up onto a stage where he shifted on his bare feet.

The village of kidnappers all looked up at him. He had no idea why they'd taken him, no hope for an ally. The lines of the parade split; one went right and the other went left around his stage, circling him. At the rear of the progression a centaur woman trotted through the crowd, and the mass of humans and centaurs raised their voices in a welcoming cheer.

Her features were typical for a centaur, slightly elongated nose and chin, pointed ears. She had full, brown hair that trailed down her human back to the shoulders of her horse body. Her breasts were huge, gorgeous, firm and modest, and a circle of hedera rested on her head. Her almond shaped eyes were the most brilliant blue he'd ever seen. And they looked right at Flavius. She pawed the earth with her hoof and addressed the waiting crowd, who'd quieted with the simple lifting of her hand.

"Welcome, my people." She spoke in thick English. "I am pleased you have come out to witness the claiming of my chosen lover. As you know, it's been many years since the star-watchers had discovered ..." Flavius suddenly had a very bad feeling about this. The speech ended and the important woman centaur turned towards Flavius and casually walked over to him on the low stage.

"You are Flavius of Rome?"

Flavius felt himself nod. Happiness etched itself across her features; her blue eyes crinkled at the edges. "I have waited for you." . "Please, just let me go," he said, hopeful. She laughed, a deep noise that rumbled through both of her pretty boobs. "Oh no. Now that I've found you, I will never let you go." Flavius gulped. "But, you are free to roam the village and its outskirts." Flavius's heart sank. They'd taken his clothing and he had no idea where he was.

"What do you want with me?" The woman smiled again. Her lips were berry red. "Well, my lover, I will bear your child, the heir to the Centaur nation. Now my people will take you to your hut to rest."

After some days...

A knock on the wooden plank door of the hut woke him from a half-doze. "Mr Flavius. It is time for the refitting. The princess wishes to refit you herself." Flavius opened the door and saw the same centaur woman who'd chained him a few days ago. He followed the woman to another hut near the large building where he'd been taken, stripped and washed his first day here. She held the door opened for him, did a kind of curtsy with her forelegs, and waited.

Flavius tentatively stepped inside. The door closed behind him. Casting shallow shadows, a lamp burned warm within the small space, illuminating a waist high table and the horse-halfed centaur princess with blue eyes lying in some straw. When she saw him a smile blossomed on her face.

"My Flavius, you have come." She held her arms out as if Flavius would run across the room and throw himself into them. He didn't. Her face fell a little and she dropped her arms to her sides. "I am pleased you are here," she said in a more subdued voice.

"Princess," Flavius began, unable to keep the desperation from his voice, "I know that you seem to think I'm some fated mate that will reproduce with you, but you see, that really makes so little sense. Maybe, you should find a centaur to mate with, and just... let me go." Through his entreaty, the princess' face fell little by little.

"Please, call me Jessica," she began, her voice soft. She flicked her tail up along her rump and breathed a deep sigh. "Come closer. I promise, I will not nip." Flavius stepped closer, clutching his robes in his fists as a shield, the look of longing in Jessica's eyes.

"I've always been separate, waiting for the one the stars had chosen for me. That is you, Flavius. It is you, and only you, and the minute I saw you, you owned my heart and I fell deep in love with you, honey." she said.

Flavius shouted. "I'm man, and you are half mare and half woman with a mare's cunt and we're not even the same species! That's zoophilia or bestiality." Didn't she understand natural processes? But reality fed his panic, because Flavius understood a little of magic.

Then she laughed, a relieved exhalation. "Oh, is that your worry?" He stared at her. How could she treat this like a minor hurdle in the grand scheme of things? "You are my chosen one. And it has been done this way for centuries. I will not hurt you." She hefted up her weight and climbed to her four legs. "I would do anything to alleviate your fears."

"Then, let me go." Flavius took a step back as the princess walked towards him.

She stopped, not letting her eyes drop from his. The violet almost swam in the flickering light. "That is one thing I cannot do. I love you and my people need an heir, and I am incomplete without you." Within her voice, the timbre of longing and need practically knocked him to the floor.

"I can't..." His breath came in shallow hiccups, fear bubbled in his chest. "That's just... not right." How could they expect him to fuck a female centaur or "mare woman" in her equine pussy with his human mega-sized cock and get her knocked up with a centaur baby?

Trapped. Trapped in a nightmare, he couldn't see the way out.

She reached out and took his hand, pulling him toward her. Gently, she pressed him to her body, his head rested at breast level, her skin soft to his cheek. "I won't hurt you. You must understand, I love you."

His throat clogged. Breath fought to escape from his chest.

Slowly, she pushed him away, and then trailed her fingers along his collar bones, slipping off his robe. He stood naked before her, as naked as she was, but he couldn't help but feel self-conscious. She looked him up and down. "You are a beautiful human." He could tell her eyes lingered on his huge uncut cock. "Your penis is so huge and so beautiful, honey." A noise rumbled in her horse chest, almost like a purr. "I think I shall like it very much." A speckle of pink spread across her cheeks, and Flavius felt a little less doomed.

"Please, Flavius." She led him. He too desired her and loved her but he was a virgin and part of his mind rejected this forbidden unnatural love and relationship. But he couldn't resist her beauty anymore and he let his instincts led him. Flavius quickly moved to the female centaur. The pretty horse-woman helped him up onto her back. She kissed his lips and let him be dressed in his clothes and pants.

"First I'll get you a joyful ride with my people. Let's get started again. I'm called Jessica," she told him as he held onto her hips and pressed against her back. She had long light brown hair that hung right down her back and felt incredibly soft against Flavius's face. "Flavius's the name," he replied.

Flavius was once again unable to stop his busy hands. With a little moan the young man lifted his hands to Jessica's huge tits, cupping his palms over the very firm mounds of flesh and giving the tender orbs a strong squeeze. The centaur woman snorted slightly at his groping hands, but did not stop or remove his hands so Flavius continued to squeeze her breasts.

He kneaded the round mounds, feeling her hard nipples jut against the center of his palms. Her breasts were no doubt overly large they would bounce wildly as she galloped. As it was he could feel the full jugs jiggling in his hands. Flavius scooted a little closer to Jessica's back, pressing the bulge in his pants against the small of her back as he fondled her tits. The young man pinched and tugged at Jessica's nipples, feeling the hard little nubs grow ever stiffer. His hands then once again closed completely over her breasts and he massaged the lovely mounds lustfully.

They rode the centaurs through the forest for two hours, Flavius spent the first half hour constantly playing with Jessica's perky boobs. After that he seemed to tire of the lovely melons, but did give them the occasional squeeze as they made their way through the deepest parts of the forest. The centaurs took Flavius beyond the edge of the forest, and almost to the gates of Jessica's mansion.

They bid their centaur friends goodbye outside the gates, Flavius giving Jessica one last squeeze before he dismounted. Jessica led Flavius into her straw "horse bedroom", she laid on her side and signed for him with her beautiful nail-painted finger. He joined her.

Flavius leaned forward and they kissed, softly at first, but then with more urgency. Their lips were smacking, and their tongues explored each other's mouth. She sighed into his mouth, and her own hand fell on his lap, caressing the huge bulge that had formed there. He felt his zipper slide down as he sent his tongue into her mouth. She undid his button and she began to rub him over his underwear, and she reached into his underwear and pulled out his manhood. Her small hand stroked his 7 inch uncut member as they kissed passionately.

He kissed her more urgently, penis growing to full hardness and total hugeness in her expert hand. Jessica broke the kiss, and slowly bent her head towards his lap. Holding his dick in the air, her tongue licked at his mushroom head lightly, causing Flavius to squirm. She opened her mouth and slipped his cock inside. He moaned as he felt her warm mouth engulf his pole. She began to slide his organ in and out of her mouth, giving spirited head. He loved watching the back of her head bob up and down on his lap. 'slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp' her blowjob was noisy. She sucked hard on Flavius's cock.

He put his hand on her head, helping her suck him off. She pulled his penis out of her mouth with a slurp. She leaned forward and kissed his balls bag erotically, He ran his hands through her hair as she sucked a testicle in her mouth. She held his cock straight up in the air as she slowly kissed up his shaft.

Jessica slowly licked around his engorged head, tongue teasing the little hole. She opened her mouth and slowly slid his large dick inside. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his penis, 5 inches of it inside her mouth. She began to slowly bob her head expertly up and down, sucking hard.

Flavius loved watching Jessica's lips glide up and down his organ, and listening to the slurping noises. 'slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp' went her mouth as she eagerly gave him head. From behind, one could see her horse half, her tail, her hinder legs, while she was laying on her side like a dog or a cat, her horse half resting on her bed under her. He moaned deeply, caressing her face and shoulders, and said, "I won't be able to take much more of that until I come in your mouth."

She sucked deeply from the root of his penis, pulling upward until her lips popped over his head, making him jerk and gasp. "You already are," she said, opening her mouth upward to let him see the white cream she'd gleaned from his well-worked penis. She had been at this for more than a half hour, and could suck on him anytime she wanted and get a good bit of his sweet, salty cum. She lowered her mouth to his balls again, and worked slowly, steadily, upward, making him burn in the anticipation of her tongue reaching that place again.

Oh, she's coming up, oh almost there, oh, oh, oooohhhhh...! She took him into her mouth deeply again, as if to sooth his overstimulated penis, then tricked him by shifting her tongue quickly to the back of his head and flicking her tongue quick and hard, lifting his whole body into a jerking, quaking, bucking spasm while she somehow rode it out with her tongue maintaining its torturing spot on his head. She relented, and took his penis deep into her still mouth, and he moaned at the pleasurable cessation of excruciating pleasure, and the incredible feel of her mouth, just simply tight and still around him.

After a few seconds, she increased the suction, and started sliding her mouth off his penis. He tensed in anticipation of the abrupt break from his head, then jerked and gasped as her lips popped off him.

He rocked in rhythm with the movements of her mouth, and his penis started to swell even more than its already erect state, jerking of its own volition every few seconds, clear honey almost flowing from the tip of his head. His movements grew more emphatic as his penis jerked more often, and continued to swell.

Finally, she felt his whole body go rigid underneath her, his penis swelled to steely hardness in her mouth, and he started moaning a low, continuous moan even as she slowed her tongue and mouth to prolong that wonderful crest of sensation, the edge of orgasm. His dick pulsed once and his body broke, then his penis pulsed again and shot thick, sweet, salty cream hard into the back of her mouth.

She swallowed all she could in preparation for the next shots, which came so big, full and regular that she totally lost track of swallowing, sucking, rubbing, and simply existed in a world full of his semen, his moaning, and his writhing body. It filled her mouth, spilled onto her face, shot onto her neck...his penis started to wilt just a bit as the pulsing slowed, and only small drops of cum came out.

She sucked eagerly at it, wanting to get the last drops of that sweet nectar straight from the source. After his dick was dry, she lapped at his belly, licking up all the cum that had spilled there, tasting that sweet saltiness for as long as possible. Her eyes widened at the amount of cum in her mouth. She moved her tongue through it, pulling it back and forth in her mouth, wanting to savor it fully before she swallowed it and searched for more.

He kissed her mouth and tongue and lips, broke the kiss, kissing down her neck, kissed down her chest, and down the swell of her breast, caressed up her belly to her tit. He licked at the hard nub of her nipple, sucking it into his mouth as she sighed above him. He licked around her nipple as his hands moved on her tits, kneading them.

"That's it, girl," crooned Flavius. His forefinger diddled his mare centaur lover's clit. She appreciated it mightily. "I want you wet for me." Jessica, his chestnut mare centaur woman, was a glorious, beautiful creature, with muscles so sleek they seemed as if they had been coaxed out of supple wood.

In many ways her form reminded Flavius of a teenage girl. Hearing her lover's voice, Jessica swished her tail, twice, flashing a vagina bedewed with the droplets of her lust. "Come on, honey, Flavius, don't tease me, don't keep me waiting." Flavius was a tall man, but he wasn't tall enough to easily mate with the nickering beauty his fingers so expertly teased. His shirt lay open, its shoulders stretched broadly due to the heavily musculature of his upper body. But his jeans remained shut, though the fly strained mightily to contain the immense meat inside.

Jessica always got really excited when Flavius came around. She dreamed of him, sometimes. Sometimes in the night you could hear her moaning, as if she pleaded with Flavius. The young man slipped her a finger. Not a significant intrusion for her - Jessica liked her stallions well-hung - but she liked to be teased. And Flavius, very much indeed, liked to tease his mare centaur woman.

Hell, he envied stallions and male centaurs, free to snort and paw the earth and spout a hardon and drip precum, just because they'd laid eyes on flesh they wanted to fuck. Flavius slipped a second finger, a third, a forth, into Jessica's velvet canal. Then his hand. It entered easy until her hymen barrier. Jessica was not shy like a virgin, although she was really a virgin. Her slit winked, constricting on Flavius's wrist. He twisted his hand.
His bicep bulged as his hand began to slip deeper into the centaur woman. The soft moist slurp of her centaur equine flesh yielding to his advanced triggered a hot eruption of precum against his denim. Strumming her clit with his thumb, Flavius watched Jessica's ass quiver. Her tail draped over his arm like a chaste silk kiss.

"Yeah, you're hot, aren't you?" His voice was throaty. Needful. Hearing him, she whickered, thrashed her head in agreement, "Yeah... ohhhhhhh, honey finger my pussy harder", and slowly began to move her vagina on Flavius's invading hand. She didn't need to know the words; she felt his bestial thoughts through the deep gurgling lust boiling through their flesh, and they made her hot.

"You liked my uncut dick, didn't you?" Flavius laughed softly. "He got you all horny, didn't he, yeah? He's got nice balls, doesn't he, don't you think so, girl?" He moved her tail out of the way, so he could see her cuntlips, stretched over his wrist, winking. "You want his wang?" He whispered the words, to make them dirty. "You want me to breed him to you, don't you, girl?" Her pussy sucked madly on Flavius's hand. Her breathing had shortened into brisk, anticipatory puffs.

Flavius was good at undoing his fly single-handedly. The buttonholes yawned hugely, worn and frayed from frequent use. He shimmied his jeans down his thighs. Flavius's enormous balls, low-hangers like a sweaty bull's, swayed between his thighs. Long, wiry black hair thickly crusted them. His true shelf, the mighty shaft of his erection, thrust spear-like at his centaur woman.

It was as long as Flavius's own forearm, thick as his clenched bicep. His fist-sized cockhead lay nested in the velveteen folds of his foreskin. Steam reeking of cheese rose from it. Gigantic cocks were the Flavius heritage. Flavius recalled seeing his father's gigantic cock.

Jessica's head turned, her nostrils flared. She drank the odors steaming from his funky crotch with obvious relish. Flavius himself found the stench from his armpits incredible, a mere whiff causing his cock to throb and twitch, spitting precum onto Jessica's shivering flesh. Intermingled was the wet-earth scent of the gorgeous centaur woman's horse-cunt.

Panting, heart racing, Flavius watched his centaur woman lower her head slowly, her long maple-brown hair cascading forward over her ears and neck. Her foot clopped onto the floor as she spread her hind legs.

"You're ready girl," he laughed, "ready and hot!" . "Yeah, Flavius honey, fuck me now, deflower me, baby" Jessica grunted. He tugged the silky strands of Jessica's tail out out of his way. He pressed his hot cock-head against the warm syrup leaking from the centaur woman's cunt. She winked again, convulsively. Wantonly. Her eyes were slitted, her breathing labored and powerful.

The muscled young man barreled into his centaur woman in one swift stroke. His balls stung as they slapped against her furred rump. He grunted; Jessica rumbled and grunted as her hymen gave way and a few blood drops oozed. Flavius savored Jessica's delicious heat. He exhaled in deep satisfaction; the pleasure of being sheathed to the hilt in divine centaur woman horseflesh was transcendent. Jessica shoved her butt backwards, skewered her hips. Yes, she liked to be teased, and Flavius had done it well. But when teasing was over, she wanted to be fucked. This was an arena Flavius specialized in.

"Oh yeah, we both need it," he growled. Twisting his hips gently, rotating his throbbing shaft in her cunt, his foreskin opened, and his naked cock-head coated her cooze with cheese. He leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back. Her bristly equine and his glossy, fine monkey fur crushed together between their grinding bodies.

Flavius smack her smartly on the ass, bit her, just to the left of her spine, holding the furry mound of flesh clenched in his teeth, until the urge to rut burned like a crimson nova in his brain. She purred her approval. "Oh yeah, Flavius baby, more, smack my ass harder." When fucked, she liked it rough. Especially from Flavius.

The young man ripped his cock back till his cockhead emerged between the folds of her vagina, awash in her juices and bejeweled by his smegma. He stared at the forbidden juncture, that transgression, the union in lust between man and centaur. She winked.

Her clit looked like a huge fleshy pearl being devoured by a carnivorous oyster. His cock, the alien intruder in her forbidden flesh, was rigid as a steel bar, and quivered in harmony with some forbidden frequency. He roared, and plunged back inside.

He reached around, gripped her by the ridge of her hip - she'd tolerate him there - and rammed her. Again and again. Harder. Faster. The young man's heavy, sweaty balls slammed hard into her ass-crack. "You like me being your stallion?" he growled.

There was no noise, unless the wet sound of flesh fucking flesh counted as a response. Jessica held her head still, absorbing Flavius's strokes, lost in her pleasure. His flat belly pummeled her rump. From his clenched fist streamed her tail. "Yeah. Let me be your stallion. Yeah, Jessica. Let Daddy be your stallion. Yeah. Daddy's wanting to be your breeder, girl, yeah. Yeah, you want it, yeah."

Flavius fucked Jessica at an incredible pace. His shapely buttocks, perfectly scalloped, and his bull-like thighs, drove his plunging cock through the woman centaur's slurping cunt. Hard and fast. Harder, faster. Seeking, questing for that life-giving explosion that shattered one's soul. Harder and harder the young man rammed the woman centaur.

She grunted softly in time with his strokes. Her forehoof raked a sharp line in the hay and the muck on the floor. Jessica's head arched upward, her lids heavy, slavering, the flesh of her body quivering as the human young man fucked her with supernatural skill.

Reading her as if she were a sleazy novel, Flavius pinched her clit hard. It seemed as if he were suddenly fucking an exploding volcano. Jessica whinnied - shrieked, more like it - and bucked up against him.

A hot gush of liquid surged around Flavius's cock. Draining out like thin oil through her engorged cunt lips, the liquid soaked Flavius's pubic bush. The woman centaur staggered to the left, scrambled to keep her footing. She snorted like a steam locomotive.

"Oh, yeah," he bellowed, knowing his woman centaur was coming. "Who's your Daddy? Yeah? Who, girl? You like Daddy's big cock? Yeah, girl? Cum, girl, cum for Daddy." He hammered away at her spasming cunt, drawing her orgasm out from seconds into minutes. Finally, the woman centaur's ecstasy died away in a little flurry of fleshquakes and soft nickers.

"You like that?" he whispered. He slowed his strokes, fucking her slowly and deliberately, as if she were a wine to be savored. He slid easily in the syrup of her lust. She still yearned for him, and moved her hips slowly for him, coaxing him.

He resisted the burning urge in his nutsack, kept the slow motion stroking from dissolving back into rapid hammering. Flavius felt her heart throbbing, the blood gushing in the walls of her cunt. His own heart he heard hammering, like running steps.

Flavius froze, his cock embedded halfway into Jessica's cunt. His balls rocked between his thighs, conserving the fuck-momentum that he'd built up. He felt sweat and woman-centaur-juice drip, drip, drip from them.

In the silence he heard each drop hit the platform he stood upon. He couldn't help it. His cock twitched. The movement was obvious. Part of the shaft slipped from the cunt. Jessica's nickers pleaded for a restoration of the status quo, at the very least.

A slimy mess like egg whites oozed down the shaft from the female centaur's cunt, drizzled off Flavius's soaked ballsack, pooled between his boots. Jessica's cunt, impaled on the mighty shaft, winked furiously. A rich, deep slurping sound accompanied her contractions. With a contented sigh Flavius buried his cock into Jessica. In appreciation, she squeezed her cunt on him.

He was indeed in flagrante delicto with Jessica. Jessica's flesh deliquesced on his mighty dong. It felt as if a huge block of warm butter enfolded his cock. He wanted to thrust hard, pound her, explode into her.

He didn't want to be wanton, but it felt too good. Jessica's cunt squeezed at his cock, begging his shaft to plunder her more. Flavius's balls strained at the seams, needing to burst, to seed that dark, mysterious tunnel Jessica carried. Flavius couldn't resist. He pulled her tail wide, as if opening a curtain. He slid out, revealing all of his shaft except his cock-head. His sweat and her cunt-juice steamed in his pubic hair. His folded foreskin dueled with Jessica's clasping cunt-lips.

He thrust sharply in. Jessica gasped. He threw another stroke at Jessica. A shower of thick cunt-juice sprayed from Flavius's nut-sack between Jessica's furry ass-cheeks. This was the moment.

Casually, Flavius peeled his shirt off. Jessica's cunt was liquid pleasure, a dream swimming in hemp smoke. He stirred his hips inside her, hearing her flesh slurp as his blazing cock-head swirled inside her cunt. Sweat soaked his chest, rivulets converged on his swampy groin. Muscles corded on either side of his spine as he began thrusting. His butt pumped.

Flavius pounded away. Jessica moved her ass against him as eagerly as he thrust into her. In seconds he was hammering the female centaur furiously, driving for a release that must happen soon. Sensing orgasm in the imminent future, the cells in his body strive as one for this stroke of divine lightning. Pain bloomed in his wildly flailing balls.

The female centaur chuckled softly to herself, pleased at last, not teased. They worked each other, harder and harder, man and female centaur, fucker and fucked, cock and cunt, sensing a celestial imminence.

Flavius seized her clit, twisted it as if it were a key. And that did it. Jessica arched her back again in her orgasm, like a great stormy swells rolling across a sea of flesh. Her tail flailed like cat-o'-nine-tails rending flesh. To Flavius it felt as if he'd jabbed his cock in the breech of a cannon; her contractions were sharp, powerful, like gunpowder exploding.

She shrieked to rattle the rafters. Hay dust rained down like golden snow, danced fairy-like in the streaming light. That was enough. Flavius's eyes rolled up, and he howled. He came. He came. And he came. Puffs of air, sharply inhaled, then exhaled into inarticulate, ecstatic syllables.

And he came. Flavius gushed Noah's Flood, an eruption of boiling, steaming potent froth gushing into a hollow, needing void. He felt foot-long dollops of thick semen catapult through his pulsing urethra, reviled in the feel of his hot ejaculate coating and slicking the surface of his thrusting cock, plastering her vagina. His ululation subsided into rasping puffs of air.

He felt a myriad tiny tails fluttering between his shaft and her cunt as his seed began to seek her womb, her ovaries. Exhausted, he collapsed onto her back. His heart thudded. Flavius looked up to see Jessica peering back over her shoulder at him. For a few moments he dwelt in her eyes. Then he began to laugh.

"Give me a few minutes, girl," he panted. He glanced at her vulva. A thin trickle of his semen ran down his tumescent but not - quite - rigid cock. "I'm gonna have to breed you real soon, aren't I? Really breed you."

The She Centaur became pregnant with Flavius' child in her horse's womb and belly.