The Centaurs and the False Maiden (Monster MMMF Menage) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 4)

by Roxie Noir

  “He was old,” she said. That, at least, was the truth. “He was ugly. He had a belly.”

  Chiron slipped his hands between her knees again, and Arctos’ mouth was hot on her neck. From his cushion, Pholus just watched, sipping at his wine, blond hair and dappled fur gleaming in the firelight. Klea looked him in the eye and bit her lip, breathing faster. He didn’t react, just lowered his eyes to where Chiron’s hand was moving slowly up under her tunic, stroking over the crease where her thigh met her hip, moving the fabric up with his hand.

  “Oh,” she said, in the breathiest voice she could manage.

  “Will you have to marry him when you go back?” asked Arctos, his lips barely moving from her skin. His hand had moved to her side, stroking her from hip to ribs, just barely stroking the underside of her breast through the rough cloth. Chiron was slowly hiking up the bottom of her tunic, almost to the top of her thighs. With one hand, she grabbed it and pulled it down, over his hand lodged between her legs.

  “I don’t think so,” she said. “He took another bride.”

  “As lovely as you?” asked Chiron. He took her hand off of the bottom of her tunic and held it to his lips, moved to her forearm, the inside of her elbow. The wine and the firelight made every feeling seem amplified, even the tickle of his mouth against the inside of her arm, and she sighed. Lightly, she touched his shoulder. The muscles were rock hard and smooth, and she ran her hand down them as he went back to the hem of her tunic.

  Klea didn’t know how to answer that question. Was that the kind of question you were supposed to even answer? Chiron’s hand was back between her legs, centimeters from her throbbing cunt, and that was all she could think about.

  Arctos had slid his hand to the front of her body, delicately tracing the outline of one nipple through the cloth of her tunic. Klea’s eyes closed, and almost involuntarily, she lifted her hips from the cushion. In one smooth motion, suddenly her tunic was around her waist and Chiron had one knee in each powerful hand, turning her body toward him, teasing her legs open. She looked at Arctos, upside down, his curls falling in front of his face.

  “She can’t be this lovely,” he said to Chiron, and slid his hands up her torso. He pinched her nipples, gently squeezed her breasts. Chiron was sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, gently pressing them apart. Klea wanted to grab his beautiful head, beg him to lick her pussy, but despite the wine, she didn’t.

  “I shouldn’t,” was what she said, in what she hoped was an innocent, virginal voice.

  “Why not?” asked Chiron. He brushed the very outer edge of her labia with the backs of his fingers, hands still stroking her thighs. “You want to, don’t you?”

  Klea knew she was wetter than the beach after the rain, and she was sure the blue-eyed centaur could tell. Was there any point in lying further?

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “We’ll never tell,” he said, and put one thumb on her clit, massaging it. She arched her back, thrusting her hips up toward him, the movement completely out of her control. Chiron laughed. He just kept his thumb moving, slowly and firmly, the other hand stroking her thigh just like before. Klea felt the orgasm begin to build, the pressure that she knew would release. It must be the wine, she never came this fast, just a few moments of someone rubbing her clit. It was almost embarrassing, was what it was, and she tried to stop it, until Arctos bent his head over her to swirl his tongue around her nipples.

  Klea grabbed the side of his torso and squeezed, hoping that the noises she made sounded sweet and innocent, yelping out her orgasm as she panted. Chiron’s finger stopped, and Arctos lifted her tunic the rest of the way off of her body, tossing it into a corner. He cupped her breasts again.

  Pholus, the blond centaur, still hadn’t moved from his cushion where he sat watching. The other two centaurs were ignoring him, but he was still over there, drinking and watching, face unreadable.

  “It’s your turn to go first,” Chiron said.

  Arctos just smiled, then grabbed a corner of the cushion Klea was lying on and spun it around so her legs faced him.

  “Oh!” she squealed. The centaurs both laughed. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but the wine made her dizzy. She looked up at Chiron, upside-down.

  “My god, she’s ripe,” said Arctos. He ran both his hands down her inner thighs, back and forth. Klea shifted on her cushion and whimpered.

  “I barely had to touch her,” said Chiron. Lightly, he flicked a nipple. “She’s wound as a bowstring.”

  “Thank god we got here before some fat king,” said Arctos, and with that, he slid one finger into Klea’s wet cunt. She breathed out with a little moan, and Chiron’s other hand found her other nipple, circling them both in time, and then she felt Arctos’ tongue on her clit. Where Chiron had been slow and firm, Arctos was light and fast with his tongue, flicking back and forth. Klea moaned and grabbed the cushion with both hands, arching her back and raising her hips into the centaur’s face. As he licked he put another finger in her pussy, drawing them slowly back and forth, adding a third finger. Before she came, Klea’s hips began to jerk involuntarily, and Arctos had to grab her with his other hand, holding her still as his tongue and hand worked together.

  Even though she’d already come once, it didn’t take long for the glow to build, spreading outward from her cunt, Chiron’s hands on her nipples feeding it, until she was coming again, this time moaning into the cushion, head turned to the side. Arctos stopped moving as her body jolted. He removed his fingers, and after collecting herself for a moment, Klea looked down to see him grinning at her.

  “How would you like to be properly fucked?” he asked.

  Breathless and drunk, the best Klea could do was nod. She would like that very much, in fact.

  “Well, flip over, princess,” he said, and stood up to his full height. Sitting down, he’d been hiding the huge cock that hung from his belly, long and fat and rigid. He walked over to the cushion, straddling her, as Klea just stared. She’d put a lot of cocks in her pussy, cocks of all sorts of shapes and sizes, and she was absolutely positive that this one just wasn’t going to fit. What if it did, though? She imagined it filling her pussy, hitting her pleasure buttons again and again. And there it was, right in front of her, just waiting. With one hand, she reached out and grabbed it. She heard Arctos inhale sharply.

  “You look worried,” said Chiron, right next to her. She hadn’t even noticed him coming around to the side and sitting by her.

  “I can’t,” she said. Wide-eyed panic at the prospect of that monster wasn’t too hard to fake.

  “Never say never,” he coaxed. “Come on. Turn over, it’s easier.”

  Looking at the cock one last time, Klea did as she was told, clumsily lying back on her stomach.

  “Get up on your knees a little,” Chiron said, and she lifted her hips. She felt the tip of Arctos’ cock nudge at one buttock, then the other, then looked back over her shoulder. Chiron had taken Arctos’ cock firmly in one hand, stroking it, guiding it toward her. She leaned backward the tiniest bit, and there it was, the tip pressing against the folds of her lips.

  Klea was oddly nervous, worried in a way she hadn’t been in years. Was it the role-playing as a virginal princess? Was it that size of the dick about to enter her? Was it the strange, sure way the centaurs had with her, including the blond one who hadn’t done or said a thing?

  She looked over. He was in exactly the same spot, still watching, and then Arctos nudged the head of his cock just inside her and she closed her eyes and made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan, tried to push back into him. Above her, Arctos moaned, the noise long and loud, echoing through the cave. He pulled back, then pushed in, a little deeper than before.

  Then, Chiron’s hand on her clit, rubbing in the same slow circles as before, his face not far from hers. Klea exhaled, clenched her hands in the cushion under her again. It felt even better than she’d hoped, her cunt fuller than she’d ever felt, every thrust going
a little deeper in. She rocked forward and then back onto it, pushing it in further yet, wanting to take the whole thing inside, hungry for the feeling of it.

  “Good girl,” whispered Chiron.

  Klea moaned.

  “God, she’s tight,” said Arctos. Klea couldn’t see how far he’d got in, but she felt so completely filled it was hard to imagine more. He was still going slow, thrusting back and forth deliberately, groaning with every stroke.

  Klea opened her eyes and made eye contact with Chiron. “Harder,” she whispered.

  Above his blue eyes, Chiron lifted his eyebrows. His thumb plodded on, rubbing slow and steady.

  “Her pussy feels so good,” said Arctos. “If I go harder I’ll come.”

  “I think she can take it,” said Chiron. “Can’t you, sweetheart?”

  In response Klea thrust herself back onto Arctos’ cock as hard as she could, moaning as she did, the pleasure of being filled combining with the almost-pain of being stretched so far, and then she thrust again and again, moving the cock in and out herself, and the wave of the orgasm hit her, spreading from the cock in her cunt and the thumb on her clit until she was screaming into the cushion, wringing it with both hands.

  When she caught her breath she felt Arctos begin to go soft inside her. She took a deep breath as he pulled out, followed by a gush of semen spilling from her pussy. Chiron stood to her right, something she was dimly aware of through the post-orgasm haze.

  “You did very well,” he said. He reached down and spun the cushion a quarter-turn so she was facing him, still ass-up and facedown, and when she looked up in mild surprise she saw his cock, also hanging from the underside of his body, just as big and erect as Arctos’

  Was she supposed to thank him? Did he sound suspicious that she’d done well? Her pussy still tingled, the muscles inside still spasming lightly from the hard orgasm, and between that and the wine she couldn’t think of a proper response, so she said nothing.

  Chiron knelt down and lifted her chin. His face was inches away, jawline as hard as if it were cut from marble.

  “Let’s give your pussy a rest for a moment,” he said. “I’d very much like you to suck my cock.”

  Klea looked at it, and felt her cunt twitch in anticipation.

  “I hope that’s not all you want,” she said.

  Both centaurs laughed, and then Chiron stood and walked over her, the massive cock jutting right into her face. She propped herself up on her left elbow, took it in her right hand and gently licked the tip, salty with a few drips of pre-cum. Trying to relax, she pushed her lips around the head, trying to make room in her mouth for it. Already, her jaw ached, and she pumped her hand up and down the shaft in time with her mouth, moving her head back and forth, running her tongue around the ridge.

  Chiron began to make noises without words, just mmmm and ahhhh. Getting the hang of sucking a centaur’s cock, she looked over again at the third centaur, and their eyes locked. Something about him made her nervous. Why wasn’t he over here, participating? Did he not want to fuck her?

  Still looking at Pholus from across the room she tried to deep-throat Chiron’s cock and take the whole thing into her mouth, she couldn’t. It was too big, and she had to settle for stroking her hand down it and back up, swirling her tongue around the tip. She didn’t know anymore whether the puddle between her legs, take the whole thing into her mouth, but it was too big, no matter how hard she tried. Above, Chiron began to moan, breathing faster. Klea took him out of her mouth and he made a disappointed noise, but she didn’t want him to come, not yet.

  She turned around on the cushion and assumed the same position as before, on her hands and knees, ass high in the air. Before she could grab his cock again, Arctos was there, guiding it toward her with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other. Klea moved her hips so the tip slid up and down her wet slit.

  “Are you ready?” she breathed.

  Chiron moaned in response, and she slid herself onto his cock in one smooth motion, her cunt stretching all the way to let him in. Now she was relaxed and even wetter with the other centaur’s seed and Chiron pumped in and out easily, filling her with every stroke, feeling as though he pressed on every nerve with each thrust. Klea closed her eyes and ground her face into the cushion, willing herself not to come just yet, trying to just enjoy the sensation of being filled with what was probably the biggest cock she’d ever see.

  Then, she felt a hand on her ass and Arctos’ tongue probing her clit, flicking back and forth with measured, practiced strokes. They do this all the time, she realized, and the thought of another girl, another princess, being fucked by one centaur while the other two looked on, turned her on even more.

  “I love fucking your tight cunt,” Chiron said, breathing heavily.

  “Don’t come,” she said. “Don’t you dare stop.”

  Chiron growled above her and thrust so hard Klea saw stars. “Yes,” she gasped. Arctos’ hand on her ass squeezed harder, and despite the cock a centimeter from his face, didn’t speed up or slow down as Chiron pounded in and out of her.

  Despite herself, Klea felt her cunt clench together, felt the white-hot pleasure build with every stroke. She tried to relax and unclench, but Arctos’ tongue was relentless, and Chiron’s cock filled her so completely that it was impossible for her not to come again, moaning a low, guttural growl into the cushion as Chiron fucked her even harder, gasping and moaning out his own orgasm until she could feel his semen pumping into her before she collapsed, still face-down, onto the cushion. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get up again, and let herself sink into the warm fabric, feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks.

  Behind her, she heard hooves. One of the centaurs, standing and walking away, she thought, and let her eyes drift closed, then felt something nudge her cushion. She opened her eyes and turned to look, and there was the third centaur, the blond one. He stood tall over her, upright, thick cock hanging down under his belly. He still didn’t say anything, just looked at her, lying prone. Chiron and Arctos looked up at him as well, as though they’d been expecting this. Klea pushed herself up from the cushion to get a better look, and as she watched, he knelt down. In one hand was a small carafe, full of a shiny liquid.

  “My turn,” he said softly, and poured the viscous liquid onto her lower back so that it pooled there, then ran off to the sides and slid down her ass crack. She flinched when the cool liquid hit her swollen cunt, though it felt good as it ran between the folds there.

  Olive oil, she thought, and then suddenly realized what this centaur wanted. He dipped two fingers into it and slid them down her crack until he reached the sensitive bud of her asshole. His fingers circled it.

  For the first time that day, Klea was truly nervous. There was just no way she could fit a centaur’s cock in her ass, but despite herself, she pushed back at his fingers, just a little. She remembered how good it had felt a week ago, int he cabin in the woods, when that mystery man had fucked her with a buttplug.

  “Come on,” Pholus said, his voice low and smooth. “Be a good girl.” Klea shifted her hips upward the tiniest bit. Even if the cock wouldn’t work, she thought, she wouldn’t say to him fingering her asshole. One hand moved to her clit, slippery with the oil, her juices and the semen that had spilled out of her pussy, and then one finger slowly pushed its way into her asshole.

  Klea bit her lip. No matter what, it was always a little weird, just for a few moments, the first time it happened but soon she relaxed into the feeling, arching her back and offering up her asshole for another finger. Pholus obliged, and then, still slowly, still moving around her clit with his other hand, added a third. All three moved in and out, stretching and exploring, the oil making everything frictionless.

  “That feels nice,” Klea said, eyes closed, head turned to the side.

  “I think she’s ready,” said Chiron.

  Klea’s eyes flew open and she felt her asshole clench down on Pholus’ fingers. He chuckled slightly but didn
’t stop, his slow, gentle fingers pushing their way back inside.

  Arctos, spent, was tracing patterns in the oil on her back, the light touch making the skin there shiver. “Just relax,” he said. “We promise it won’t hurt.”

  Pholus leaned down. “I’ll be gentle,” he said. “Promise. Just let me try.” He moved his fingers further into her ass, the pressure delicious. Her nerves began to fade. This felt so good, after all, and so far they’d all been gentle and careful as could be.

  “All right,” she said, and the fingers slid out of her ass as Pholus moved his body over her. Pushing herself up on her elbows she saw Chiron reach out for Pholus’ cock, smearing it with oil, then pouring more onto her ass crack, letting it run down.

  Klea took a deep breath and arched her back, offering her hole up to waiting cock. Slick fingers probed her cunt, then settled onto her clit. She didn’t know whose they were and didn’t look, focused entirely on relaxing the muscles around her asshole so she could let the monster in. Guided by Chiron’s hand, it pressed on the hole, and Klea exhaled, biting her lip and pushing back, just a little. She felt herself open under the pressure, felt her sphincter muscle clench and made herself relax it. She thought of how good it would feel once he was inside.

  Pholus nudged forward, the oil making everything slippery, and then the head of his cock was inside, Klea’s asshole stretched wide. She took a moment to adjust, to lift herself onto her hands, eyes still closed, and then she began to lean into the cock, taking it further into her asshole, little by little. She felt lost in the sensation, feeling places she didn’t know existed in her body touched, lit up with pleasure. Above her, Pholus was whispering things she couldn’t quite hear, things that didn’t sound like words but noises.

  A hand began pinching her nipples; another hand kept pouring more oil onto her wide asshole, and suddenly she found she couldn’t move back anymore. She could barely move at all, in fact, pinioned on the centaur’s huge member.