Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

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  By the time Eireen had finished her narrative, the pot over the fire bubbled ready with rabbit & stag stew. Bowls and spoons were given to all, and all were silent. It was Orin who finally spoke.

  “There was a time I would lead my army into these lands, to rid them from orc,” he looked into Eireen's eyes as he spoke. “But our numbers are now spread thin across this land.”

  He said no more, and Eireen could see on his face that the story of why was more painful than he was willing to share.

  Eireen looked down into her bowl, where she saw it empty. She was embarrassed by how quickly she had consumed this most delicious concoction. When she looked up the centaurs laughed again. With a nod from Orin, her bowl was filled once more.

  “It must have been a very long time since you had true food,” he remarked. Eireen smiled her beautiful smile and replied.

  “It has been many years since I was able to have such a good meal, Orin,” she told him.

  “And you shall have many more, should you choose to stay with us,” he replied.

  “I thank you, but I cannot,” Eireen began. “I must return to my village. I have much to do there and many loved ones,” she continued. “But I know not, how to reach home,” tears fell from her eyes.

  “We know of the village you speak of,” Orin described it perfectly, even the great, stone home of her father, the blacksmith. Eireen could not contain her excitement.

  “Can you show me?” she asked. “Would you take me there? You would be well rewarded!” she continued. “I beg of you to help me,” her tears fell in a steady stream.

  “If you stay with us until winter, we will guide you home,” Orin told her. He saw the disappointment on her deflated face.

  “I cannot,” she told him. “I need to return now.”

  “Very well. We could prepare you a map, instead,” Orin told her, watching the life come back to her eyes.

  “Yes, please! I would be so ever grateful, and you and your people would be treated as honored guests, should you ever wish to take leave there,” Eireen spoke rapidly, the excitement of going home filled her entire body.

  “There would be a price,” Orin told her, ominously. Fear crept into Eireen's heart.

  “And what would this price be?” she asked him tentatively.

  “You must lay with me,” Orin told her, factually. “Otherwise, there can be no map.”

  Eireen thought of what the coupling would be. Her imagination went wild.

  “You would not be hurt, this I swear,” the centaur continued. “It has been many years since any of us lay with a woman,” with this, he became silent.

  “I will do as you ask,” Eireen told him, her mind filled with trepidation.

  “Then it is done,” Orin told her. “Tonight, under the full moon, here in this sylvan grove, we shall lay together.”

  He turned his head to one of his warriors and spoke a single word: “Prepare.”

  And with that, the centaurs went to their individual stalls. They would spend the remainder of the daylight building the things Orin would need. Orin closed himself in his stable, closing the doors tight. He dropped to his horse knees, both front and back. Here, he would rest until night fell upon the camp.

  Eireen sat on the soft grass in front of the fire, preparing herself. She drank wine, having taken the flagon from the centaur who had been serving her. She sat alone, all else were busy in the preparations for tonight. Orin slept. Eireen paced her drinking. She could not be drunk, that would be a great offense to any she might lay with, but she could allow the wine to numb her senses.

  Night soon fell.

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  A centaur came to Eireen. In his hands he held wildflower vines.

  “Disrobe and put up your hair,” he told her. She did so. Her clean, pale body shimmered in the moonlight. She wove the vines through her hair until all of it was held well up from her shoulders.

  “Come,” the centaur extended a hand, and Eireen took it. He led her to a place near the fire. What she saw next confused her.

  A wide bench had been constructed. Padded leather covered the bench top, as well as the space between the front two legs, from the bench top to the ground. Thick blankets covered the ground, showing the bench had been fashioned for her to lay on, as well as provide a backrest when she sat on the great pile of blankets.

  “Sit,” the centaur motioned to the blankets. Eireen laid her naked body on the soft fabrics. The centaurs sat in two lines, one on each side of her. They waited for Orin, as did she.

  Orin soon appeared. He no longer wore his leather armor and blade. He wore nothing. He said nothing. His long hair, previously tightly wound up, had been let loose and combed into fine ripples.

  He stood on all fours in front of Eireen. His face blank. He used his front legs and jumped to place them on the bench top. His back legs remained on the ground. Eireen now knew what she must do next.

  The massive horse cock of the centaur was close in front of her face. She could almost count the hairs on its long sheath.

  She knew of horses. She knew that the centaur's member lay hidden inside this sheath. Taking the soft hair of the centaurs cock sheath in both hands, she began to stroke it, like a man pulling on a rope, hand over hand. She heard Orin's back hooves patter as soon as her hands had made contact with his cock glove. His multi-colored member began to peek out from the sheath, the glove that covered it.

  Eireen continued with her hands as more and more of the centaur's member slid from its sheath until all was exposed. It was enormous in both length and girth. A small, well shaped head tipped its length. Pulling both sheath and member upward, she placed her lips over the head, tongue fluttering over the bulb. She heard Orin moan, and his back hooves stamp.

  Eireen began to slide her lips down the length of the horse cock, holding the sheath in both hands. Up and down went her wet lips over the centaur's exposed flesh club, letting more and more of it fill her warm, moist mouth and throat. Orin's haunches began to move back and forth in the manner that horses fucked.

  Eireen's head was soon pinned against the leather padding of her back rest, her arms now extended, attempting to slow the massive muscles of the centaur, but to no effect. The long, wide and slick horse cock pistoned in and out of her mouth.

  Eireen used all her talents to keep from gagging on the mass of the centaur's member as it passed between her lips, into her mouth, and down her throat. This cock was longer than any she had ever seen or taken in her mouth. Each thrust of Orin's haunches sent his long horse flesh deep down her throat. She could feel the pressure of its mass pushing out from her throat to her rib cage. She could only breath through her nose, and then, only during the times this tremendous horse cock withdrew.

  Saliva spilled from the corners of Eireen's mouth, pushed out by the horse cock fucking her mouth and throat. Eireen's hands were flat on the blankets, her head immobile. Orin's horse member continued to be pushed far down the maiden's throat, then pulled out until its head sat on her tongue. With eyes wide as saucers, she struggled to take all of this horse cock into her mouth and throat.

  Orin's thrusts grew hard and rapid. Eireen began to choke on the flesh being forced down her throat. The saliva at the sides of her mouth frothed as she gagged over and over, struggling for breath. The horse cock speared her mouth and throat faster and faster. Eireen was gagging wildly, hands clawing at the centaur's cock sheath, attempting to push his wide shaft from her throat. With a yell and a trampling of hooves, the centaur burst his warm, thick seed into Eireen.

  Eireen felt the full force of the centaur's release, shooting itself down the remainder of her throat, directly into her stomach. She was drowning, she thought. With a massive effort she forced the centaur's back legs away from her. The stream of horse cum was constant, with no interruption, like an untended hose. She had managed to push the pulsating cock meat from deep in her throat to her mouth, which filled with thick horse seed almost immediately. With both
hands she held a stranglehold on the centaur's cock sheath, allowing her to work the huge volume of warm, thick batter in her mouth, down her throat, swallowing all she was able.

  Eireen felt rivers of centaur seed and saliva flowing from the edges of her mouth, down her cheeks to fall on her ample tits, nipples hard. She swallowed down great gulps of thick, sticky horse cum, thinking the centaur's discharge would never end, but soon, it did just that. With a final, long moan and stamping of hooves, Orin stepped back with his back legs until his front legs fell from the bench top to the ground on either side of Eireen.

  Swallowing the last of the centaur's creamy horse cum, she started to gasp for breath. She sat dazed against the leather back rest.

  Two of the centaurs helped Eireen on to her feet, leading her away, back to the bench where she had sat. Fresh wine was brought to her. She filled her cup and drank it down. As the wine passed her palette, she could feel globs of congealed horse cum travel with it. She was exhausted from her ordeal, but knew it was not over yet. She drank more of the wine, then laid herself on the soft grass, resting.

  But she did not rest long.

  A centaur returned to her. Offering his hand, he helped her rise, then led her back to the bench.

  “Lay on your belly and knees,” she was told. The centaur assisted her onto the padding of the bench. Her head rested against the leather, as did her knees. Her ass high above the bench's surface.

  First, a centaur bound her hands together, then to the bench. Straps were secured on her calves, where her legs bent. Bound and naked on the bench, under the moonlight, she awaited Orin.

  He soon appeared.

  He took up a position behind her. With a spring of his strong front legs, he put himself almost standing erect, front hooves placed in two large holes in the rock wall near Eireen's head. His horse body hovered just over Eireen's, secured by dirt and rock.

  Eireen felt silken soft hair rubbing gently against her cunt lips and anus. She knew this was the centaur's soft cock sheath. The smooth, soft hair felt good against her. She started to become aroused. Her breathing began to deepen as she started to moan softly. She could feel her cunt getting moist. She moved her hips to rub against the soft hair between her legs as it stroked her. What had started slowly, began to gain speed. Soon the two were rubbing against each other rapidly. Eireen could feel her cunt juices flowing onto the soft hair. The playful rubbing turned into Eireen grinding her cunt against the centaur's body. Several minutes later she climaxed with a huge discharge of sweet honey dew onto the soft hair. Her moans were loud and repetitive.

  The soft hair of Orin's cock sheath had been removed from between her legs. Eireen let out a small whimper of disappointment. With no warning, she felt the flesh of the centaur's horse cock push past her wet cunt lips and bury itself deep inside her wet cunt. She tilted her head out and moaned with delight. The long, wide flesh of the centaur's member filled her entirely, its sides, rubbing the walls of her cunt's interior.

  Orin withdrew his flesh sword from her as slowly as he could, then entered her again, just as slowly.

  Eireen shivered as she came again, harder than the last. Volumes of her honey dew slipped over the horse cock inside her and burst the seal of her cunt lips, flowing in rivers down her inner thighs.

  The centaur withdrew and entered her, harder this time, with more force. The force of the flesh staff and tip, entering her soaking wet cunt, brought a small yelp of pain from Eireen, but this was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt, with a horse's cock filling her.

  The centaur's horse member slid smoothly in and out of her, faster and harder with each stroke. More and more of her honey dew spilled down her inner thighs. She was so wet. The force of the centaur's entry pushed her entire body forward with each thrust. She could hear Orin's hard breathing high above her. He continued to pummel her sopping wet cunt, with his gigantic horse cock again and again.

  Eireen's moans came in short stutters now. She felt, and saw, the centaur's entire body move for his last plunge into her. The head of his enormous horse member slammed into her, crashing against bone. Eireen moaned and yelped in unison as the centaur's flesh lance pushed against the deepest portion of her warm, wet chamber. With a long grunt, the centaur came again.

  The force of the centaur's discharge pushed his hot, thick horse cum deep into Eireen's womb. Its pressure caused a spray of hot cum and slick honey dew to spew from around her cunt lips, onto the centaur's balls, then flow slowly down her legs. As the centaur pushed his hard horse club inside her, Eireen pushed back as hard as she could with her hips, grinding them against his horse balls until cum and honey dew dripped from them.

  Eireen was a mess, her lower body almost drenched in thick, horse cum and her own silky, slick honey dew. So thick was she covered, that this coating had not yet begun to dry.

  With a roar Orin withdrew his diminished member from her warm, wet cunt entirely, landing back on all four hooves. Eireen wanted to fall to her face, but her bindings prevented this. These were soon released and Eireen was escorted away from the bench, dripping from her cunt with every step.

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  After a short rest and some wine, Eireen returned to the falls to clean herself. Under the starry night sky, she used lavender flowers in the cold water to scrub herself clean. She pulled the vine from her hair and washed it in the cold water. She then dried, dressed and returned to camp.

  All the centaurs were sitting on their haunches, around a small fire. Eireen joined them.

  “The map,” she asked. The centaurs laughed.

  “Strong girl,” Orin told her.

  At his side was a rolled parchment. He handed this to Eireen.

  “Here, as promised,” he told her, handing her the map.

  “Thank you,” Eireen smiled as she unrolled the heavy parchment. On it, sketched and written in charcoal was a detailed map to her village. She scanned it and saw she was familiar with the landmarks drawn on it. This was all she would need to make her way home.

  “Perhaps three days hard walk,” Orin added. “We will give you food and blankets for your journey.”

  “Thank you,” Eireen told him. “I'm grateful.”

  Yes, she thought, and I had shown just how grateful.

  “Stay the night, and leave in the morning. It will be a safer journey by day,” Orin told her.

  “Thank you for your hospitality,” Eireen replied. ”I believe I will do just that.”

  The group ate, drank, then went to sleep. Eireen didn't drink much, she wanted to retain her wits. She slept on the soft grass, bundled in blankets. The centaurs had prepared a pack for her. Food, blankets and some more wraps. This will do, she thought. She found it hard to sleep, so she remained awake under the blankets.

  Orin and two other centaurs remained near the fire, drinking wine and speaking softly. Eireen feigned sleep, trying to catch any word that was being spoken by the three centaurs. Though she could not make out any words, an ominous feeling enveloped her. What did she know about centaur honor, she thought. She decided she could not take any chances.

  Eireen slipped slowly out of her blankets. She was fully dressed. She puffed up the blankets, making it appear she was under them, fast asleep. Taking up the pack, she placed her precious map inside it. Moving in the dark, outside the light of the fire, she left the centaur's camp.

  Eireen walked quickly, yet silently for perhaps an hour. Hearing that no alarm had been raised, she broke into a run. She would put as many miles as she could between her and the centaur's gladed hamlet. With luck, they would not know she was gone until the morning.

  By then, she would be far, far away from this accursed land.

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  “Oh God, baby, yes,” Ariana whimpered. “Please,” she gasped. “Please, I want you inside of me.” Reaching down, she grasped his rigid dick again, guiding it towards her pussy. “I want you, now!”

  Ariana is a brat with a bulging baby belly and bulky breasts brimming with sugar-sweet titty nectar! The sexy slut works with the man of the house, Stefan, who owns a small cafe. Suddenly--oh no--the cafe runs out of precious milk for their customers' drinks!

  Ariana comes up with a naughty idea: convince (and seduce) her man into rubbing his little angel's VOLUPTUOUS body and squeeze her taut tits for delicious baby batter to feed their customers!

  Soon business is BOOMING around the block and everyone wants a taste of this new, delicious flavor in their coffee. Ariana and her muscular man find themselves busy--in more ways than one!

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  Ariana stared at her reflection in the cracked, full-length mirror in her tiny bedroom. The glass was spotted with age, the frame peeling. It had been her maternal grandmother’s, and was one of the few things she had left of her biological family. Large, brown eyes stared back at her. Her facial features resembled those of her late mother – a prominent yet womanly Greek nose, high cheekbones, and a cupid’s bow mouth. Her hair was from her late father’s side of the family – thick, wild curls, as black as a moonless night.

  Her gaze traveled downwards and she smiled wryly. Her usually slender figure with its pert breasts and washboard abs was distorted, swollen by the changes that her seventh month of pregnancy had wrought. Looking at her engorged breasts and her protruding belly in the mirror, she wasn’t sure she looked like either of her parents. For a moment, she was grateful that they weren’t alive to see how she had brought shame to the family name.

  Ariana’s father had left them when she was a young child, and she had few memories of him. He had returned to Greece, after moving to the US with his family only a few years earlier. He was unable to cope with the drastic changes that life abroad had brought about, and decided to return to his place of birth. A few years later, Ariana’s mother received word that he had died of a heart attack. Ariana had always fancied that he had died of a broken heart.