But how? She didn't really have a way to do anything right now.
Traipsing through the woods, oblivious to danger, she stumbled between low-hanging branches and along some semblance of a forest trail. Really, people should clear these things away and make a proper road here. Keep a few trees, yes, but have a pathway in the forest for people to travel along. That's what they needed to do, and that's what she thought they ought to do.
This, in her mind, was just another reason why Miri was going to be a terrible Queen. If her father, the King, never taught her how to handle a simple forest roadway, what else hadn't he taught her? He obviously hadn't taught her not to fuck trolls, so that was another thing against him. The funniest part, in Fleur's mind, was how Miri acted like she loved Thump. That, Fleur thought, was more than hilarious.
Plunging through bushes, forcing her way inwards and to somewhere closer to home, Fleur trudged on. That was the plan, anyways, except it didn't quite work as expected. Putting her entire body into pushing through the bush in front of her, she fell flat on the ground when she found out there weren't more bushes on the other side.
Or trees for that matter. Or... anything? A odd-shaped boulder lay in the middle of a circle clearing in the woods, with the sparkling afternoon sun shining on it. Fleur grumbled and lifted herself up and off the ground, then stomped over to the rock.
It was large and flat at the edges, as if someone might use it for a bench or a bed. Further inwards, rising up, was a spire of sorts. It lifted into the air as high as a tree, then tapered off into a pointed end, almost like a sundial. Fleur stared at it, curious. Why did this exist? Was it here for a purpose, or did it just happen to end up like that?
It didn't really matter, she supposed. Sitting on the edge of the rock, she leaned back and looked up. The bright blue sky with nary a cloud in sight looked so lovely. She should be out riding, she thought. She loved riding her horses. Or on a picnic with a hunky man. A bit of dallying to it, or some such. Yes, let's eat this roast, and then you can show me a meat of a different kind.
Fleur laughed and lay back, basking in the heat of the rock and the warm sun's rays. If only that happened in real life, she'd love it. Men fawning over her, delivering her gifts, taking her out on seemingly innocuous courting trips and then surprising her with a raunchy good time.
Delightful!
She yawned and closed her eyes for a moment, dreaming of what could be. Once she returned to her family's keep and explained the situation to her father, maybe it would happen? If he rebelled against the kingdom and formed a country of his own, perhaps Fleur could be a princess, too. Princess Fleur Millicent. It had a nice ring to it, didn't it? And it shouldn't prove too difficult to sway some of the surrounding areas to their side, either. Once people learned of Miri's troll fuckery, they'd likely take any excuse to sever their ties with the current King.
And then, oh yes, everyone would fawn over her. Fleur imagined men from every conceivable place coming to give her gifts and tell her how beautiful she was. They would favor and flatter her and...
...
When had she fallen asleep? Dammit! She shouldn't have closed her eyes, nor should she have laid down on this cursed, comfortable rock. Comfortable meaning warm, though after having slept on it she changed her mind about its comfort rather quickly. Her muscles felt sore and her back felt stiff. Shoving off the remnants of sleep, Fleur stood and stretched.
It was nighttime, unfortunately. What a terrible time to wake up. She couldn't very well walk home in the dark, now could she? The moon shone high above, bright and full, illuminating the rock and the small clearing she stood in. Her stomach growled something fierce, demanding she feed herself, but she had no food. She had nothing and she wasn't idiot enough to go foraging in the woods. Who knew what kinds of beasts lurked around in the night? And even if she found something, she didn't know if she could eat it. That's what other people were for; trackers and woodsman and the like. Fleur had no real knowledge of the outdoors and so she thought it best to leave it to the professionals.
This didn't stop her hunger, though. She frowned and sat on the edge of the rock, more than annoyed.
Maybe she should go back. Surely the castlefolk were out looking for her, attempting to trap her and return her to the castle. Those idiot guards who'd tried to escort her to prison believed the dumb story about man-eating plants in the castle gardens and refused to chase her through them, but someone should've told them the truth by now.
Maybe she should apologize to Miri. Maybe Miri was right and maybe people had a point when they said they liked her. Maybe... maybe it was her who was wrong? Fleur disliked that possibility, but she decided to weigh the idea in her mind. Hm.
But, no, it was impossible. Miri was a bitch and a troll whore and maybe people liked that, but Fleur knew it was stupid. People liked a lot of dumb things and that didn't mean they should.
And, with that settled, she decided to move onwards. She couldn't stay in this forest for longer and she needed to go, to move, and work out the soreness in her back. The moon was bright enough to let her see a little bit, and if she walked slowly she could make a small amount of progress at the very least.
Just when she was about to go, a man stepped into the clearing. He wore no shirt and his perfect, strong chest glimmered in the moonlight. His wavy dark hair hung loose by his shoulders, handsome and careless. Fleur stared at him, completely attentive. The man walked further into the clearing, making a bee line for her. He grinned and waved. His muscled arms flexed so delightfully when he greeted her.
Then she saw the rest of him. Yes, he had the upper body of a man—and quite a delicious man at that—but the rest of him was a horse. His manliness ended somewhere around the v-curve of his lower stomach, transforming into a horse's front legs and then moving back to the back legs, flank, and tail. Swinging his tail to and fro, sashaying as he cantered towards her, he clopped up in front of her and then stopped.
"Fleur Millicent?" he asked.
"Are you one of Miri's beasts, come to capture me?" Fleur asked. "I didn't know she had centaurs at her command, but it makes sense. The castle's going to be overrun with monsters soon, no doubt. More's the pity, really."
The centaur man snorted out a laugh and stomped his front legs as if this were some great joke. "Hardly. If you'd like me to return you to the human princess, I'll gladly do so, but I pictured a more advantageous situation for the both of us. Will you hear me out?"
Fleur regarded him coolly, contemplating it. He talked normally, which was a plus. And, for a monstrous being, he looked pleasant in the front. Trolls were terribly ugly and rude and dumb, so they had nothing going for them, but this centaur seemed alright for now. At the very least she could ogle his tight, muscular torso for a little while while he talked.
"Go ahead," she said, making it no secret where her eyes lay. His pecs flexed and bounced, putting on a show for her.
"The centaurs are seeking a Queen. This seems an easy task, as we've no lack of woman, but after the most recent congress of our wisest elders, we've decided to take a more headstrong approach to succession. This, especially, after hearing rumors—and the recent confirmation of them—regarding the future human queen. The trolls are our enemies, you see, and so it behooves us to not only distance ourselves from their friends, but to gain some friends of our own."
"You're pleasant to look at," Fleur said, "but I don't have all day. Get on with your point."
The centaur laughed. "As you wish. We want a human as our next Queen. Preferably one who despises the trolls and humans who ally with them. Which is where you come in. Will you accept?"
His words took a moment to seep into her brain since she was too distracted staring at his lower abs and the beautiful "V" they formed just before he became a horse. When she fully understood him, she snapped her head up and stared him head on, though. Eyes sparkling in the moonlight, devious, she laughed.
"A Queen? Me?" Perfect! Wonderful! That dirty tramp, Miri, wou
ld never expect this. "And what exactly do I get out of it?"
"I'll carry you home on my back, of course," the centaur said. "And you'll have the backing of the centaurs as a collective people. Needless to say you'll lack for naught in regards to an army and defenses."
"Alright. I accept."
"Of course, as I'm the one to make this deal with you, and I have royal blood in my veins, I'll be your King. You're expected to bare a halfling heir as soon as possible. We can remedy that before we ride. I'm looking forward to it, actually."
Fleur stared at him, eyes going from a bright sparkle to a dull shine. "Excuse me, what?"
"We'll need to mate," he said. "You know, breed?" She stared at him, blinking. "Fuck? Couple? Copulate? Have sex?"
"Let me get this straight. You'll help me out and I'll be some centaur Queen, and then you want me to fuck a horse?"
"Not a horse," he said. "I'm a centaur."
"I don't even know who you are." Did it even matter, though? Centaur, horse, whatever, his front looked pleasing enough, but the back part bothered her.
"Right. Sorry. I'm Prince Ardein. I must say, I might be getting a little ahead of myself. I've been waiting in the forest for you to wake while admiring your body. I'm a bit... worked up, if you will."
"What," she said, staring at him, unblinking.
"You humans really are clueless, aren't you?" Ardein sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "It's alright, Fleur. I can school you in the ways of love. You see, I find you attractive. I was watching you, thinking about all the wicked things I want to do to you, which of course got me aroused. I held off pleasing myself so I'd have plenty of seed to breed you with, so I'm really looking forward to our first mating session."
To emphasize this—though Fleur really could have done without—Ardein kicked his front legs off the ground and exposed his equine stomach and cock. Wobbling back and forth, his shaft bounced in front of her. His horse-sheath only partially covered the flat head of his cock. Glistening with precum, drops of it falling to the ground by his hind legs, he looked ready to go at any second. Gravity took its toll and his short lift became a quick fall. His front legs crashed against the ground, sending up tufts of dirt and grass.
Fleur sat there, completely caught off guard. This horse wanted to fuck her. Not only did he want to fuck her, but he wanted to force her to breed with him and carry his dirty half-children. Half what, though? He was half man and half horse, but she was full human, so how did that work? Would her child be mostly human?
Did that even matter? No! What the hell was she thinking!
Ardein smiled at her softly while she thought about the best way to tell him off. Should she get straight to the point and just say no? Was it best to insult him and call him a dirty animal? Maybe lead him on so he'd bring her back home first, and then let him know exactly what she thought of him?
Decisions, decisions, and no time to make them. Ardein leaned forward and snatched her off the rock, holding her in the air by her waist as if she was nothing more than a doll.
"Excuse you?" Fleur said. "What are you—?"
He stood her on the flat of the rock for a moment. Good, she thought. He understood now, realized what he needed to realize and Fleur could carry on with thinking of ways to berate him. Except, apparently it didn't quite work that way.
Ardein spun her around, unbuttoned her dress, slipped the shoulders off, and pulled the thing all the way down her body before she could do so much as think about protesting. Fleur stood half-naked in her white lacy bra and panties, with matching stockings and garterbelts, raven-black hair shining in the moonlight and her soft, supple curves accentuated by the shadows of night.
"What the hell?" she said.
"Shh, my love. I understand now. You're naive to the ways of love and marriage. It's understandable for you to be shy, but I'll teach you. I've been waiting for this for hours, but I'll try to go slow at first. Don't worry."
Oh gods. Fleur panicked, urging the words to tell him off to come to the fore of her mind so she could speak them, but it didn't work. She had no idea what to say or do, no idea how he'd misunderstood so thoroughly. Anxious and confused, she let him ease her onto the rock. Laying on her back, watching as this monster horse hopped up and scooted into place above her, she belatedly realized she had no real way out of this.
His throbbing, wobbling horse cock bounced towards her. Was this it, then? Unsure why, dumbstruck, she eased her thighs apart and opened herself to him. His cock smacked against the top of one of her legs, then hit the other one near the center, up and onwards. He clopped further onwards across the odd-shaped boulder, heading to the spire in the center of the rock. The sound of his hooves beating against the rock sounded remarkably similar to the sound of his cock clapping against her stomach.
Her stomach? Uh.
"Take me in your hands, Fleur. Pull my sheath back and reveal my glorious cock. You may admire it with your mouth while stroking me. Your hands are tiny, but don't worry. It will still feel marvelous."
No way! She did take his horse-cock in her hands, but she wasn't going to do what he said. Or she intended on not doing as he said, but when she wrapped her fingers around his sheathed cock, meaning to push it aside, he bucked his hips and thrust forward. She gasped aloud, not expecting this, which was probably one of the worst things she could've done.
As soon as she'd touched his shaft, it thickened and grew, stretching to what seemed like some impossible size. Sheath pulled down, glistening with precum, the head of his cock pressed into her open mouth. The filthy thing slipped between her lips and danced along her tongue, coating the inside of her mouth with his sticky precum.
He tasted like nectar. Fleur blinked, distracted. The centaurs did mostly live in the forest, and they must eat a lot of plants. Flowers, perhaps. Personally, Fleur enjoyed a good dandelion green garden salad on occasion, so she could hardly begrudge them that. And, gods, his slick precum tasted just like honeysuckle to her. Her tongue flicked around the head of his cock, gathering the sweet tasting liquid in her mouth and slurping it up.
What the fuck was she doing? There was a horse with a cock in her mouth and she was willingly giving him a blowjob? No, no, no, no, no.
She pushed against him, grabbing his cock firmly in her hands. She tried to pull him back, pull him away from her mouth, but it didn't work. Ardein grinded his hips forward pushing farther into her mouth. To hold him back for a slight moment, Fleur slid her hands up his shaft to get him to calm down, and then she pushed back down to try to move him away from her again. Ardein, oblivious, happily bucked his stallion hips back and forth in quick, jerky motions.
Only after a good minute of this did Fleur realize her folly. Essentially, unaware, she was doing exactly as he asked. Sliding her hands up and down his shaft, jerking him off, taking him in her mouth, her tongue slathering across his dick and delighting in his candy-flavored cockhead. She probably should have stopped licking him, but she almost didn't have much choice now. Tricky and manipulative, Ardein had shifted himself forward enough that the head of his cock pressed slightly against the back of her throat, making her have to lick and swallow or else drool all over herself.
And, really, Fleur wasn't some mindless idiot willing to drool all over herself. Yes, this horse-man was forcing her to jerk him off and lick his cock, but she still had a certain sense of dignity.
"Mmyes," Ardein grunted. "For an innocent, unknowing human girl, you're good at this."
With a mouth full of cock, she couldn't quite tell him she'd sucked off men before. Roy, for one, but that hadn't really been satisfying. She practiced with a few of the older guards at her father's keep sometimes, too. They were better, grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face into their crotch while she nearly choked on their cocks, but they never lasted long.
In fact, now that she thought about it...
Not only was Ardein's cock satisfying in multiple ways, he was rough with her and lasted quite awhile. And, she decided, if she m
ade him cum in her mouth or on her chest, he should be finished after that. He'd mentioned he was excited by watching her(which, to be honest, was kind of creepy) and she could use this to her advantage. If he didn't cum inside her, she didn't have to worry about this ridiculous breeding idea he had in his head, and she could get him to bring her home, then tell him off there.
Devious, wanting to grin wickedly but unable to because of the horse-cock in her mouth, Fleur enacted her plan. Going full force, gladly stroking his shaft in her hands now, she lavished him with her tongue while praising him with her hands. His sweet precum gushed out in force now, no longer a mere trickle of nectar. Swallowing as fast as she could, licking around his cock faster, she tried to keep up with his quickened pace.
It wasn't enough. Unable to contain his arousal in her mouth, the sticky goo dribbled out of her lips and onto her chin and neck and cheeks. She gasped for breath and squeezed his cock tight in her hands to try to get him to realize she couldn't breathe, but he ignored her.
He ignored her because about three seconds later, he came. His cock surged in her hands like some giant snake. He tensed and flexed against her frantic grip. Wide-eyed, she watched his giant horse testicles contracting close to his body, ready to deliver his rich seed.
His climax overtook him. Heavy cream spurted into her mouth, choking her, and she sputtered for air. His seed filled her mouth so much that her cheeks puffed up to bursting. With nowhere else to go, overflowing, she slavered on his cock while his cum gushed out of her mouth. Thick, viscous, and honey-sweet, he covered her in the aftermath from his orgasm. Cum drenched her mouth and cheeks and neck and slithered onto her bra and breasts and down her stomach to the hem of her panties.
Too much, so much, oh gods. Frantic, Fleur struggled to remove herself from this awkward predicament. Rolling to the side when he eased away from her, she crawled to the edge of the rock and spit out the cum she still had in her mouth. Then she looked at herself.
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