Breeding Centaurs Day 14 - Teaser
#4 of Teasers
This is a teaser for day 14 of the "Breeding Centaurs" Story and part 5 of it. It is currently being posted in a weekly rhythm on my patreon in full length.
This chapter is ~4200 words long and describes Lokis revenge plans after he had been raped by Thor in the last chapter.
Harvesting the seed of the God of Thunder did not go quite as well as planned so far, but here is another chance to do it.
Thor has stepped onto the breeding farm of his own accord and practically hands Loki the chance for revenge on a silver platter. Of course, being Loki, he is going to make it even more interesting than just raping Thor back, no. His revenge involves his eldest son, the Fenriswulf, Gleipnir, the rope that cannot be broken and a few gnomes for aid.
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Breeding Centaurs
Day 14:
Bloody, fucking Thor!
When I finally woke up in the cabin, it was because someone else was probing my body, searching for something to fuck and prodding my still bloody ass. Annoyed, I kicked his balls hard enough to make him drop onto his knees, squeal and slip into unconsciousness before he even hit the ground.
When I was sure that he would not rise again, I cringed, wrapping my arms around my belly and groaning in pain. Damn Thor to the bottom of the lowest chunk of ice in Jotunheim. I wished him to freeze solid for the next ten or twenty thousand years so I could have a breather.
But no, he was probably running around Asgard, celebrating his victory. Moaning with pain, I ran my fingers over my face before gracefully throwing up in a corner in a very godly fashion.
I had planned to get Thor to have rough sex with me, not bloody rape me. But I guess I should have expected that, knowing precisely that "rough sex" is different from "rape". Sometimes even gods of Mischief are bloody stupid!
When I finally had returned to my breeding camp, I was feeling a lot better. Movement helped as well as the fact that I had quite a bit of seed to breed a mare. My mood dropped however, when I saw Thor waiting for me in _my_chair, drinking _my_best wine and getting a blowjob from _my_Satyr.
By Hel, if I knew it could be this easy to harvest him, I should not even have bothered with the war.
"Loki!" The booming voice made me cringe. "Good of you to finally come here too. Where have you been?"
I pointedly looked at the mess around his, no _my_comfortable chair. About seven bottles of my best wine were broken, toppled over or had spilled their contents. Every single of them was empty as well.
Thor smiled as he noticed my stare. "So good of you to welcome me with your best wine from the cellar." He stopped slapping the Satyr's hindquarters heartily. "Suck harder you nitwit."
The Satyr bleated and hollowed his cheeks over Thor's large prick, his head bobbing up and down and producing loud squelching noises.
"Why are you here? And why have you left that thing out of its cage?" I sounded just as tired as I felt.
"Why I have had a change of heart of course. Yesterday evening I visited Midgard to take place in a small war. Nothing major of course" he mumbled, waving his hand dismissively. "As usual, I was very careful not to reveal my true nature. Pretty sneaky I was in fact."
I closed my eyes and suffered through the hearty laugh and my flashback of our little encounter. Not quite managing to blend out the quick sucking noises of the goat man.
"Not even you could have done it better." He took a deep swig and my mind went blank. Was he really drinking my best wine out of a tankard? With disdain I watched the small waterfalls of red cascade down his enormous beard and drip on the floor into the swamp that the earth had transformed into.
"Anyway. I had a few rather nice fucks and I remembered that you asked me for help. So here I am, at your disposal."
My gaze dashed to his face. Did I just hear right? Thor was at my disposal? Carefully hiding the dazzling, mischievous smile that threatened to blossom on my face, I bowed before him. "You honor me with that thought, dear Thor." My ass almost felt well again at the thought of having control over him. "To help me and get a few decent pleasures, I have to request you to stop _that thing_from sucking you off. I will need that precious load of yours after all."
Thor thumped the tankard onto a nearby table hard enough to make the surface vibrate. "'Course", he mumbled gruffly and slapped the Satyr off his cock. The bastard offspring of goat and man bleated once more and staggered off, holding his head.
"Just a moment, I need to fetch something. Have some more of my wine." I was positively purring as Thor sank back into the chair to have more wine. "It won't take long."
As fast as I could, I traveled upstream the massive river of "Expectation" that was cascading into the nine realms. It lead me to a desolate place, barren of everything besides a slow, deep rumble that was shaking the very ground like an earthquake. The ground was muddy from the water of "Expectation" and slogging through the squelching earth was difficult. But eventually I found the source of the river between stark white stalagmites that jutted out of the ground. A gleaming sword almost as tall as me was clamped behind the stalagmites and a set of matching stalactites that hung from the ceiling. Warmth radiated from behind the formation and a steady drip-drip-drip drenched the ground.
"Fenrir my boy. You have grown." A low, rumbling sound reverberated around me and hot air blew my hair out of my face. The noise was so deep and so mangled that I almost didn't recognize what it said: Father.
I reached behind the sword that was coated with moisture, grabbed the hilt and shoved it inward. The rumbling noise around me grew louder, more excited and moisture was blowing like sea spray against my face. "Silence, Fenrir. Let me work." I shoved and punched the blade but it stuck too deep in the mouth of my son, keeping the monstrous jaws open.
Pondering for a moment, I paused before transforming into a mare once more, rearing and kicking the blade's hilt into Fenrir's open maw. He yelped and twitched as gigantic drops of blood spattered out of his mouth, turning the water of the river from clear into deep red. I kicked once more and the blade came loose. Quickly I shifted back and hauled the man sized blade out of Fenrir's open mouth. A tongue nearly as tall as me gently licked the scrapes that I had caused in his mouth, coating them with saliva and stopping the bleeding.
The earth shook as Fenrir started to move. For the first time in over a thousand years, he who was destined to herald the start of Ragnarök, shut his monstrous jaws. The river of "Expectation" stopped flowing as he licked his muzzle. A pair of enormous emerald eyes looked down at me.
"The green suits you." I grinned as I extended my hand to stroke him. He was large enough that my arm vanished to the elbow in his thick shaggy fur before my hand touched his skin.
"Will you free me?" His voice boomed in my ears and rang over the desolate area.
"Yes. But not to start Ragnarök. Today I have a different task for you. Shift, son of mine."