by Lexi Lane
Therran reached out, running his hand over her dress, down to her breasts, slowly squeezing and rubbing them, pinching the nipples through the fabric. She felt her nipples grow hard at his touch and she shivered again, not from cold this time, but from excitement. He ran his hand down her flat stomach, pausing, he head cocked, as if listening for something.
And then he ran his hand further, to the tops of her thighs, gently sliding his fingers between her legs. Anna flinched, clamping her legs tightly together.
Casually, Therran reached up, running his finger inside the collar of her dress. Suddenly he grabbed the edge, ripping it away from her body. Anna cried out, trying to grab the garment as it fell, but the edges fluttered from her fingers, the torn dress falling to the ground. She cried out again, trying to cover her breasts with her hands.
She heard an excited murmur from the other Centaurs. Looking up, she saw they were staring at her, their eyes crawling over her naked body. She watched as their cocks twitched, as they grew even longer, harder. They were moving closer, restlessly shifting back and forth, watching her, watching Therran. It was as if they were waiting for him to send a signal of some kind.
“You are quite beautiful, Anna. It’s going to be a pleasure to breed with you.” Therran waved his arm around the circle. “A pleasure for all of us.”
“No!” Anna cried out. She scrambled off the boulder, running past Therran, who merely turned to watch her passing. She ran toward the edge of the circle, crying and stumbling, trying to reach the forest beyond.
As she passed between two stones, a Centaur reached out, easily grabbing her around the waist. He carried her back to the center of the circle, setting her on the ground. She collapsed in a heap, looking up at Therran, breathing hard, tears streaming down her face.
“The edge of the circle has a powerful energy field. You would have died if you tried to cross it.” He walked closer to her, his hooves making soft thuds in the fallen leaves.
“The more you fight, the harder this will be. It is inevitable that we will mate with you.” He reached out, running his finger down her cheek. He reached behind her, pulling the scrap of fabric from her hair. He worked his fingers through the braid, unwinding the strands, freeing her hair into a long shiny wave of blonde cascading down her back.
“It may even by pleasurable for you, if you let it.” He moved his finger down her neck, to the firm mound of her breast. Anna watched his finger circling her nipple, as her nipples puckered and grew hard, shuddered in horror as her body reacted to his touch. A throbbing started deep in her belly; she fought against it, knew what it was—and what happened to her next—from being with Jon. She knew it meant she was excited by the touch of this Centaur on some primal level. That scared her, almost more than the Centaurs with their huge hard cocks.
The strength of her desires had scared Jon; he’d told her it wasn’t natural that a woman should take so much pleasure from being with a man. He’d watched in disbelief as she’d twisted and moaned beneath him during her first orgasm, pulling away as she tried to pull him closer. He’d been horrified when she’d tried to ride him, pushing him down in the hayloft and straddling his hips with her legs, holding his cock in her hand, ready to take him into her body. He’d said it went against nature, what she was trying to do. In the end, she’d rolled over, letting him take control, taking what little pleasure she could from his cock.
Therran’s sudden movement startled her. He scooped her up from the forest floor, holding her easily against his chest. She felt the smooth skin, hot against her breasts, felt the power in his arms as he wrapped them around her.
He gazed into her eyes and she was again mesmerized by his eyes, the intense dark brown shot through with tiny flecks of amber that caught the light. She felt her body go limp in his grasp, as his hands moved over her skin, one strong hand sliding down to cup her ass, the cradling the back of her head, his fingers tangling into her long hair.
And then he was kissing her, his chiseled lips surprisingly soft against hers. She felt his tongue brushing against her mouth and even though her mind told her to resist, she tipped her head back, opening her mouth to him, his tongue exploring every soft recess.
Anna heard herself moan, heard the noises she was making against Therran’s mouth, and she was horrified, her body betraying her with this creature. Struggling weakly, she tried pushing herself away from Therran. I sound like a wanton whore, held in the arms of a stranger. And not even the arms of a man; I’m in the arms of a beast.
But Therran only clutched her tighter, his lust evident in his burning kiss. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and her hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against his skin, making the throbbing in her belly intensify.
Therran was clutching her ass, his fingers sliding into the cleft, squeezing her flesh. She felt his fingers moving deeper between her legs and then he was sliding them into her, probing her body—her cunt—with his fingers. I’m becoming Therran’s whore.
She felt her hips begin to move, slowly and seductively twisting against his hand, seeking more contact. When his fingers brushed against Anna’s clit, she whimpered against his mouth. He pushed his fingers deeper into her, his thumb pressed against her clit. Probing and pushing, he curled his fingers, rapidly thrusting them into her. Anna broke away from his mouth, crying out, her body jerking at his touch, her hips rocking forward.
Therran made a noise deep in his throat, not quite a moan, something more animalistic. He claimed her mouth again as he continued the magic he was working with his fingers. Anna could feel him moving, his body restlessly shifting, the sound of his hooves stamping the ground growing louder as he grew more excited. She was suddenly aware of how large his body was. The man holding her was certainly powerful; the body of the horse behind him had the power to crush her if he chose. The reality that she was not in the arms of just a man, but an animal—a Centaur—hit her, sending a fresh wave of terror through her heart. She stiffened, the pleasure she felt ebbing away, replaced by fear.
Sensing the change in Anna, Therran broke their kiss. His eyes were dark with passion, heavy lidded as he met hers. He cocked an eyebrow, a half smile playing over his lips.
“I sense there’s a great fire inside you, Anna, if you would only give up your fear. Let it burn, Anna. Let it burn.” His voice was teasing, with an edge to it she could not identify.
Anna watched as he bent his head to kiss her neck, his dark eyes looking up at her for a moment longer before he closed them. He ran his tongue slowly over her skin, kissing her neck, moving up to nuzzle her ear. He moved over her body, kissing and licking her body, his tongue hot and wet, leaving trails like flame across her skin.
He began kissing the skin of her breast, licking each one, finally pulling one into his mouth, slowly sucking, flicking his tongue over the hard nipple.
Despite herself, Anna cried out in pleasure. The sensations Therran’s mouth were sending through her body were far more powerful than anything Jon had ever done to her. She looked down at Therran’s head at her breast, his dark hair flowing around his shoulders. The fear began to recede slowly, replaced by something else, as she looked down at this beautiful creature sucking at her pale skin.
Anna reached out tentatively, touching Therran’s dark hair, winding her fingers through the strands. She was surprised at how soft it was, how the silky hair slid through her fingers. Entranced, she wound her fingers through his hair, holding him as he greedily pulled more of her breast into his mouth, sucking hard now. Anna tipped her head back, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her lips.
Therran slowly lowered her to the top of the boulder, reluctantly breaking away from her breast. She felt the hard surface beneath her bare back, oddly smooth against her skin. Therran looked down at her, his eyes heavy lidded, his mouth curved in a sensuous smile. His voice was a low musical whisper.
“It is time, Anna. It is time for you to mate with me, with us.” Therran looked up, signally to two Centaurs. They stood on either side
of the boulder, each taking one of her legs, gently holding them apart. She was helpless, naked, on her back, with her legs spread and a Centaur with a huge hard cock ready to mate with her. The terror returned, spreading like fire through her body, making her tremble.
Looking down her body, she could see Therran’s cock between his legs, no longer hanging, but rigid, hard, pointed toward her. The length and girth of it was immense. She remembered being with Jon, how excited she became when they’d been together, how the sight of his cock growing hard would make her hot and wet. And how he’d cringed away the one time she’d asked to watch him stroke his cock to hardness. She’d felt confused. He’d made her feel dirty; somehow ashamed for wanting to watch, to take pleasure in his arousal.
Looking at the two Centaurs holding her legs, at their massive cocks flashing into view as they stamped and shifted next to her, she felt a hard jolt deep inside, something primal and urgent, something forbidden but so very exciting.
She suddenly realized they were displaying themselves for her, proud of their size, of the length and girth of their cocks. She was watching them, and they wanted her to watch. They’d pranced and turned for her, her gaze fueling their arousal.
She felt her terror being replaced by something else, something deep and dark, a desire to go further, to find out what these Centaurs could do to her. To find out what it would feel like to be fucked by a cock that big. And I want to be fucked, hard, I want this—these—cock inside me.
Therran was stamping his hooves, moving restlessly between her legs, his hindquarters twitching in evident anticipation, making his hard cock dance and sway beneath his belly. She looked up at him, mouth open, suddenly ready for him, feeling her hips rising from the stone.
Watching her, Therran smiled that slow sensual smile, lifting one eyebrow as he looked down at her.
“You have changed your mind? You no longer wish to run?” He bent down, his face close to hers, his hands planted on the stone beside her shoulders. His voice dropped to a whisper.
“You have decided that mating with us may not be as bad as you thought? Curiosity has overcome your fear?”
Anna nodded. “Yes.” She was breathless with anticipation now, her body singing with heat, read to experience whatever they had planned for her. The two Centaurs on either side relaxed their hold on her legs and she spread them as far as she could.
She held his gaze, not flinching. “I’m yours. Take me.”
Therran kissed her then with such passion it took her breath away. With grace and finesse, he moved forward, planting one foreleg on either side of the narrow boulder, positioning his body over hers. She looked up at the sleek black coat of his belly above her. And then she looked down, between her legs.
She watched with open-mouthed amazement as he guided his cock to her body, gently touching her, rubbing the head of his cock against her. At the first touch of his cock against her body, an involuntary shudder ran through her body, a small cry escaping her lips. Oh, god, I’m practically coming and he’s not even inside me.
And then he was inside her, sliding his hard cock into her body, slowly, exhaling a long sigh as he entered her. Anna cried out, the sheer size of him stretching her in ways she’d never imagined.
Therran began moving inside her, pulling back slowly, thrusting into her, a little further with each thrust. She thought there was no end to the length of him. She turned her head to the side, watching the other Centaurs as they looked on, their cocks hard, their hindquarters twitching, tails switching back and forth, as they watched Therran mating with Anna, as they watched his cock sliding in and out of her body.
She imagined Therran’s cock would be so very wet now, covered with her juices. She’d seen Jon’s cock once, in the dim light, glistening and wet, sliding in and out of her body. She thought of how small his cock seemed in comparison to Therran’s, to the other Centaurs. Jon’s was nothing compared to what was inside her body now.
Anna was writhing on the boulder, her hips rising and falling in time with Therran’s thrusts. She raised her arms, running her hands over the smooth hair on his belly, feeling the hard muscles beneath the smooth coat.
Therran was grunting with each thrust now; Anna felt he was almost ready to come. For a moment, she panicked, wondering how she would manage to hold what she thought must be gallons of his seed.
But then it was too late, he was calling out in a strange language, like a song, the most beautiful song Anna had ever heard. He was thrusting into her frantically, pawing the ground with his front legs; she sensed the power of his body, the hindquarters thrusting his cock forward but with enough restraint to not kill her. And she felt, if he wanted to, he could easily crush her small body beneath his massive form.
She could feel his cock pulsing and twitching and then he was reaching his peak. His whole body began to shudder. She looked down, saw his withers twitching as he drove himself hard inside her once, twice, before she felt him come inside her, before she was flooded with the most delicious sensation of heat. It started as a small trickle and quickly became a flood, warmth and wetness filling her completely.
She could hear the other Centaurs, watching from the standing stones, their own strange words blending with Therran’s, each stamping the ground, pawing the earth as they watched him reach his peak with Anna. And they watched him breed with her.
Everything was hot and wet then, and Anna cried out as her own orgasm broke, her feet on the boulder, pushing her hips up against Therran, seeking to pull as much of his cock into her body as possible, her body contracting around his cock, pulling him in, pulling his seed further into her body.
She was crying out, singing her own song, the voices of Therran and the other Centaurs filling her ears. The world was condensed down to only Therran’s connection to her, to his cock pulsing inside her, to her body holding him there.
Therran gave a loud cry and pulled away from her, backing away from the boulder. She looked down, watching his massive cock swinging between his legs, starting to soften, not as hard as it had been. She looked up at him, his hair damp with sweat, his face flushed.
Anna crawled to her knees, balancing on the edge of the stone. Therran walked back, his hooves shuffling through the leaves, standing in front of her.
“You did well, Anna. You’ve tasted the magic; it’s not as terrifying as you thought, was it?” Therran reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Anna reached up, pulling him to her, his face in her hands. She rose up on her knees until she was almost eye level with him, looking into those deep brown eyes with the amber flecks, again mesmerized by his gaze, but no longer afraid. Leaning forward, she kissed him, running her tongue over his lips, feeling him open to her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest. She could feel his heart beating against her skin, still pounding hard, his breathing still heavy.
Pulling away, Anna looked up at Therran. “What happens after we breed, after I carry your seed in me?”
“We care for you, we keep you here with us, we keep you safe. You are a precious thing to us then.”
“And after?”
“After the birth, you have a choice. You can remain here, breeding again, or you can return to your own people.” Therran’s face carried a faint scowl.
“You’ve only bred once, Anna. It may take more—many more—times for you to take.” He looked over her shoulder at the other Centaurs, stamping their hooves, restless behind her. She followed his gaze.
He looked back down at her, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. She nodded, and he laid her back onto the stone.
One by one the other Centaurs took their turn with Anna. She welcomed each one, spreading her legs, letting them straddle the boulder with their forelegs, their giant cocks thrusting into her, hard, over and over, filling her with their seed. As each finished, they bowed to her and left the circle. Only Therran had remained in the circle after he’d taken her.
She’d gotten up on her hand
s and knees for a shining white Centaur. He planted is forelegs on the stone, straddling her body, his cock finding and taking her from behind. She cried out at this new sensation, this new stretching and filling of her body. As the white Centaur pounded into her, she reached between her legs, finding her clit, rubbing it frantically. She arched her back, crying out as a sudden and violent orgasm ripped through her body. She fell forward on the stone, her ass in the air, the white Centaur thrusting into her rapidly. And then he was filling her with his seed, like the rest had. Anna felt it flooding into her and then the force of the Centaur’s cock pushed her forward. She collapsed face down on the stone as he pulled out of her, and he climbed back off the boulder.
Anna lay gasping on the stone, her fingers clutching at the smooth rock. It suddenly occurred to her this stone must have been used by centuries of Centaurs, just for this, just to mate with human woman. No wonder it’s as smooth as silk; it’s been worn down by countless women, on their backs, taking one Centaur cock after another. And now I’m here, smoothing it down even more.
Anna rolled on to her back. The sun was fading from the sky; blue twilight filtered through the trees. Therran was standing next to the boulder now, watching the last Centaur as he prepared to mount Anna. She’d seen Therran there, all day, watching each Centaur take her, seeing every reaction from Anna: every cry she made reaching his ears, every move she made watched by those magic eyes.
She reached out now, stroking Therran’s coat, running her fingers over his flank. She felt him shudder at her touch. He looked down at her, a smile on his lips. She ran her hand further back, under his belly, toward his back leg. He shuffled sideways, his body pressed against the stone.
Anna twisted her head back, watching as Therran’s cock as grew longer, extending from its sheath, as he watched the last Centaur move over Anna. As she spread her legs for this chestnut Centaur, she reached out, running her hand over Therran’s cock, feeling him twitch at her touch, and hearing him groan softly.