by Edward Lang
Time to not fight fair.
I reached out and slowly traced the edge of edge of her ear, just barely caressing her.
Seera stared at me defiantly.
I stared right back at her, but with a welcoming smile.
I continued along the soft skin of her cheek… down her graceful neck… and slowly traced along the hollow of her cheekbone.
She swallowed. Hard.
I continued with the tip of my finger down her chest, between her breasts… over her sternum… just barely touching her. Tickling her skin, mostly.
Then I traced my fingertip across her ribcage… and touched the underside of her breast.
It was firm and round… just beautiful.
I began to trace along the outside of her breast, close to her chest… and then slowly spiraled inwards, going maybe half an inch a second.
It took me almost a full minute circling inwards until the soft touch of my fingertip grazed her areola.
I began to circle it, softly caressing her.
And her nipple began to get hard.
The entire time I did it, I stared into her eyes with a smile.
Seera frowned at me – but she was blinking more than usual. Like she was struggling to maintain eye contact.
And she was breathing harder. Her chest was visibly expanding more.
She was getting turned on.
I softly brushed my fingertip over the soft point of her nipple –
And an involuntary shiver ran across her body.
Gooseflesh prickled across both her breasts, and her other nipple – which I hadn’t even come close to yet – began to get erect all on its own.
Seera’s face blushed pink. In anger or embarrassment, I couldn’t say. Probably a bit of both.
But I kept going.
I slowly circled her nipple, caressing it on every side.
It became hard and firm… so I gently squeezed it between my forefinger and thumb.
Seera gasped involuntarily, then blushed even harder.
Still staring into her eyes, I took my palm and cupped her tit in it, feeling the heavy weight of her firm breast.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Seera’s eyes closed for a second… sort of like an exhausted person drifting off to sleep… and then she jerked them wide open again.
She was getting turned on, and she was fighting against it… but she was losing.
Time to up the ante.
I switched to her other breast. Rather than do the whole circling thing, I just lightly caressed her, brushing my entire left hand softly over her tit.
She made a little throaty grunt as she struggled to keep her eyes from closing.
With my free right hand, I reached up to her face and began to caress her cheek… then moved down to her lips. They were plump and pink… very kissable, though I didn’t make that mistake again. Instead I touched them… and traced my fingertip across her lips.
They parted, and she opened her mouth.
Her eyes had a dazed look to them.
Time to bring out the big guns.
I leaned over and put my mouth right next to her ear.
I’d found out with my first girlfriend that you should never, ever do a full-on loud kiss on a girl’s ear. You’re too close, and the sound can be painful.
But light breathing in her ear can be very erotic… like you desire her, and you’re trying to hold yourself back. Plus the heat of your breath can be very sensual.
I actually learned that because my girlfriend did it to me. She very lightly kissed my ear… breathed like she wanted me so badly… and softly brushed her lips against my earlobe.
Which I now did to Seera.
“Unhhhh,” she moaned as I sighed quietly into her ear.
I was pretty sure her eyes were closed now, but I didn’t dare look.
Instead, I began kissing her – first along her cheek, then down her neck. Little tiny caresses. Occasionally I trailed my tongue across her skin – not wetly, just for a little extra friction.
And I gradually worked my way down to the thing I wanted most:
Her breast.
I kissed its outer edge, feeling the firmness of her skin against my lips…
Then I kissed her underboob, feeling the weight of her on my face.
Then I gently put my lips around her nipple…
And softly sucked.
“Ohhhhh,” she groaned.
I licked and sucked and nibbled for a good 30 seconds, feeling the wonderful firmness of her nipple hard on my tongue. Then I switched to her other nipple and licked and sucked it, too.
She was moaning pretty much continuously as I did it.
I reached back behind her and stroked her back, my fingertips barely touching her skin.
I felt her shiver beneath my touch.
I backed away from her breasts so I could look at her face.
Her cheeks were rosy and flushed, and no longer from anger or embarrassment.
Her eyes were half-closed and heavily lidded, like she was drunk on desire.
Maybe now was the time to take this to third base. Possibly even home.
I got down off the hides, dropping in height.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise.
I thought I detected a hint of disappointment there.
However, I was needed in the aft of the ship, if you get my drift.
But I got an idea.
“Chieftess – I had help during the first trial,” I said. “Can I have help during this one?”
The Chieftess stared at me with wide eyes. “I… suppose that there is nothing that forbids it…”
“What?!” Seera cried out.
“Do you object?” the Chieftess asked her.
She scowled…
Until I circled her breast and nipple again with my forefinger.
“…not on principle,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
Seera might not have objected, but my girlfriends certainly did.
“REALLY?!” Alia yelled indignantly.
“…do we have to?” Spirella asked.
Dyra was fuming. She walked over and hissed in my ear, “You want us to help you fuck a CENTAUR?!”
I glared at her. “I want you to help me get Zala back safely.”
Dyra hung her head, chastened. “Oh. Right.”
“Well?”
“Alright… for YOU. And Zala.”
“Thank you. Alia, Spirella – come on.”
My lamia and arachne came over – Alia grudgingly, Spirella shyly.
“They must disrobe,” the Chieftess announced.
“You heard the lady,” I said. “Drop ‘em.”
Alia and Dyra scowled at me, and Spirella blushed – but they all complied.
Alia unhooked her chainmail bra, which clinked to the ground.
Dyra separated the vines across her chest, and pulled her leafy thong to the ground.
And Spirella undid the strings keeping her corset together.
It was like a beautiful symphony – except tits instead of musical notes.
Alia’s double E’s wobbled on her chest.
Dyra’s dark green nipples perked up in the cool air.
And Spirella’s gigantic boobs stole the show.
All the female centaurs were standing there gawking.
Even Seera wasn’t able to keep her composure. She looked back and forth from one rack to the next, her eyes getting bigger as the titties did, too.
“Alia and Dyra, would you caress and suck her nipples?” I asked, then turned to the Chieftess. “Can we get some more hides? I wanted Spirella to be able to put her breasts in Seera’s face – ”
“We don’t need any more,” Seera announced quickly as she knelt down on the ground, bringing her upper torso down in height several feet.
I doubt she would have done it for me if I’d asked, but I didn’t care. Her current height made things a lot easier for what came next.
And as long as she was an enthusiastic p
articipant in the Isle of Lesbos activities, that was good enough.
Actually, all the girls got into the Isle of Lesbos activities.
Made it more of a festival, actually.
Despite their initial reluctance, Alia and Dyra crouched down in front of Seera and each took a breast. Within seconds they were sucking and licking and caressing, and running their hands all over her belly and back.
Spirella got in front of Seera. Looking up from under her eyelids shyly, even blushing a little beneath her blue cheeks, she cupped her small hands beneath her humongous boobs and offered them up, pressing them together.
Seera didn’t need to be persuaded.
She basically dove right in, putting her face in Spirella’s cleavage.
If motorboating didn’t already exist on this planet, Seera pretty much invented it right then and there.
When she came up for air, she latched on to one of Spirella’s dark blue nipples and sucked, moaning as she did it. “Mmmmm…”
Spirella moaned along with her. “Ohhhh…”
Alia and Dyra joined in as they continued to suck Seera’s breasts, their eyes closed in bliss.
“Unhhhh…”
“Ooooooh…”
The female centaurs were now moving around, jockeying for position so they could get a better view. Their eyes were wide, their jaws were slack… and quite a few of them pawed the ground with nervous energy.
Even the Chieftess craned her head to get a better view.
Seems like the titty-centric fun was a hit.
It had certainly made me hard as a rock.
Now it was time for the Main Event.
I walked around Seera’s horse body, letting my hand brush softly along her back. I could feel the muscles jumping and twitching beneath her skin, almost overcharged with sexual excitement.
I used to read The Stranger, an online newspaper out of Seattle. It ran a sex-advice column by Dan Savage, aptly titled ‘Savage Love.’ He dispensed all sorts of advice – both physical and emotional – on sex.
One letter had stuck with me. This guy and his new girlfriend were deeply in love, but… well, to put it delicately, he had more of a ‘compact car,’ and she was more accustomed to SUVs. In fact, the dildo she used when she masturbated was more like a Mack truck.
The girl had been super sweet and supportive, but the guy was feeling awful. He wrote Dan Savage asking what the hell he could do besides use sex toys.
Were he and his girlfriend destined to break up? Or was she going to be left unsatisfied, and was he doomed to feel inadequate?
Dan Savage was characteristically blunt:
How big’s your forearm?
I may not have been hung like a horse…
But I figured my forearm could give Mr. Ed a run for his money.
I was right.
And a good time was had by all.
Especially the half-horse lady.
13
After it was all over and Seera had stopped shaking from her massive orgasm, the Chieftess came over to us.
Since she was topless – as were all the female centaurs, after they’d stripped down in their ever-escalating arousal – it was quite a sight. Her bountiful MILF tits swayed with every clop of her hooves.
I noticed her nipples were pretty damn hard after watching the show, too.
Plus she had to slap away other female centaurs who were so horny they kept trying to fondle her.
“Seera, do you swear that you achieved ultimate bliss before Scott?” the Chieftess asked.
“…yes,” Seera said grumpily.
Jeez, give the girl an earth-shattering orgasm, and she still had a stick up her ass.
Although I had put something considerably larger than a stick up there, if you know what I’m sayin’.
“Then I declare you are the winner of the three trials, Scott,” the Chieftess announced.
“YES!” I yelled, pumping my fist in the air.
“WOO-HOO!” Alia cried out.
“WONDERFUL!” Dyra shouted.
“YAAAY!” Spirella squealed.
And then an old friend showed up out of nowhere.
Congratulations!
You have now bonded with the centaur Seera!
“Parch!” I yelled happily. “Long time no see!”
Yes, well, there were things I didn’t WANT
to see over the last 30 minutes.
“Ahhh, you know you enjoyed it, you little parchment pervert.”
I am NOT a parchment pervert!
In addition, because you involved
Alia, Dyra, and Spirella,
Jealousy has been eliminated
between them and Seera.
“Well, that’s good news.”
The Chieftess frowned and turned to Alia. “Who is he talking to?”
“He’s a Returned, remember,” my lamia said proudly. “He’s speaking with his Messenger of the Gods.”
“Ohhhhhh,” the Chieftess said, and went respectfully quiet.
“Aaaah, he’s not a Messenger of the Gods,” I said reassuringly to the Chieftess, with a dismissive wave of my hand.
Stop curtailing my glory, Scott.
As a result of bonding with Seera –
“It doesn’t seem like she’s bonded to me,” I said, miffed.
Remember that she just lost three trials
in front of her centaur sisters.
She WAS the greatest warrior of her tribe –
and now she has lost. Publicly.
She feels humiliated.
“…oh,” I said, suddenly feeling a little more kindly disposed towards her. “Will she get over it?”
In time.
Now – may I go on?
“Yes.”
Thank you.
As a result of bonding with Seera,
you may call on other centaurs for aid,
with a 50% probability of them helping you.
“Awesome!” I said happily. “That’s great!”
50% of the tribe was 15 female centaurs. Nothing to sneeze at.
With a little sexy times, I might even be able to up that number to 20 or 25.
I waited for the next part of the announcement…
But it never came.
“Is that it?” I asked.
Um…
no…
Parch’s reticence was a little odd.
“Do I get a special centaur ability?” I asked.
…yes.
Long pause.
“Well?” I asked expectantly. “What is it?”
The answer appeared on the parchment in a font size so small I couldn’t even read it.
…………
“What?” I asked, trying to get closer – but Parch just kept backing up.
I said, You have received the ability of
Horse ………
Again, the text was too small to read.
“What the hell, Parch – I can’t see!” I said, irritated. “What is it?!”
He might as well have screamed the next few lines.
HORSE COCK!
It’s ‘Horse Cock’!
There – are you happy?!
I stood there and stared at the words.
It took me a while before I could speak.
“…Horse…?”
YES.
“Are you sure?”
Am I sure –
YES, I’M SURE.
I frowned. “What… what the hell does that even mean?”
It means what it says it means!
“What, that I’m going to get an actual horse’s dong?!”
That provoked a reaction.
Every single woman around me – centaur, arachne, lamia, dryad – all looked at me in shock and asked in unison:
“WHAT?!”
“Hold on,” I said, gesturing at them to simmer down, then turned back to Parch. “Explain.”
You have received Horse Cock!
That is your special centaur ability!
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Horse Cock!
Horse Cock!
Horse Cock!
THERE –
are you SATISFIED NOW?!
Damn, Parch.
Chill.
“I’m asking you what it means, though. Do I temporarily get a…?”
When you activate the spell,
your genitals will magically swell
to the size of a horse’s.
As Neo would say:
Whoa.
“Um… for how long?”
Until you release the spell.
I winced. “Does it… look like a horse’s dong?”
I hadn’t seen anything in the vein of Tijuana Donkey Shows, but I’d seen a good bit of hentai on Sex.com, and they often depicted magical creatures with decidedly non-human looking dicks.
And I did NOT particularly want one of those.
I DON’T KNOW.
“Jesus…”
Who’s he?
“Never mind,” I snapped. “What’s the cooldown?”
There is no cooldown.
You can activate the spell at will.
“If I activate it, I can deactivate it immediately, too?”
Yes.
I looked down in concern at my junk, now flaccid after busting a nut inside Seera.
What the hell was it going to look like if I cast the spell?
“Is it dangerous in any way?” I asked.
I could almost hear Parch snort.
Not to YOU.
Although I would advise against
activating it in the middle of sex.
Well, DUH.
“Should I… try it out?” I asked hesitantly.
Either that, or never USE it.
“How do I activate it?”
I don’t KNOW!
How do you activate Venom Blast?
Or Dryad’s Gift?