Husbands of the Centaur Mares

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Book Two

This story contains consensual erotica between centaur women, a non-anthro Dire wolf, a minotaur and a non-anthro stallion.

All characters are sentient and enthusiastically and verbally consenting to sex in this story. All content in this story is fictional and fantasy, and also intended to be taken as such.

The centaur women got to know their feral, beastly partners over the course of time together, teaching them just how they liked to be groped and squeezed, the attention that these creatures, as wonderful as they were, needed to pay their hind ends. None of them had ever been with a centaur before and they all had to be taught what they adored, although Parsag the minotaur was the best at getting his lover, Nikano, to squirt, his fingers crammed into her pussy and her marehood pulsating desperately around him as she soaked his fingers and arm with her lust. Others, such as the dog and the equine, had to be a little more creative in their administrations of pleasure, not quite being able to grope and squeeze and slap as their wives to be wanted them to.

Lunos was creative, however, and turned his tail to the centaur mare, Calelle, striking her with it in lieu of a male using his hands. It did not quite make her flesh jiggle and vibrate as she wanted it to, but the sting made her quiver and quake oh so very lustfully, shivering for his passion, begging for more, always more. All she wanted, over and over, was his fuck-meat slamming into her, but he could use his teeth too instead of hands, nipping and adoring her heaving, rolling hindquarters with bites that made her scream for him until he sent her into squirting orgasm with a double-thrust with his twin lengths.

The dog, the beastly Jom, had more going for him, finesse in the sweeps of his tongue as he hungrily ate out Alcaris' pussy, sweeping his tongue into her thick folds and up along her vent, clit pulsing out. She moaned for him to give her more and he could shove his nose right up into her thick hind end, massaging with his paws, treating her to a truly delectable sensation as he pushed all the right buttons for her too. Of course, there was only one end to their hasty liaisons, taken repeatedly when one would no longer be enough for the two of them, and his cock jamming crudely into her mare-snatch would swiftly bring her to a wet, messy orgasm where her juices squirting, soaking his belly, soon enough. There was so much that Alcaris, screaming and grinding on him, could take and so much time left for them together in their lives to take, passion throbbing up headily.

Of course, there was still the wedding to be had before they would all truly be husband and wife and that was the kinkiest affair of all. A public event, the centaur ladies did not wear a scrap of clothing - not even Alcaris! - but were draped in the finest jewels and gems from the deepest, most dangerous of mines in the mountains and quarries, the belly of the earth spilling its guts just so that they could have their fineries. Rubies draped between their breasts, highlighting the sway and heft of them, and even Calelle was well-groomed and put together as she stood before the forest altar with the entire tribe to bear witness and her lover, Lunos, there beside her.

The centaurs oohed and ahhed at all the right moments but, truly, it was all such a blur that they could barely wait to hurl themselves into the aftermath. Nikano shifted her weight constantly from one hoof to the other, tail whisking and flicking, waiting for the vows to be done, blurting out her own. The minotaur knew fair well what was going on with her though, standing set back with his hand on her buttocks, groping and squeezing and massaging her hind end, stoking her need where she did not feel that she had the power to do anything about it.

But that was okay, all okay, she thought hazily, his fingers dipping into her sex as she climaxed on the spot, squirting and coating his fingers in her slick juices. She needed him, Parsag, and the minotaur would take her again soon, look after her, sate her need. She needed a husband and she had found a dominant that could protect her, a warrior, and keep her safe from all harm. The fact that it came with taking his fat length into her mouth, letting him paint her face and fuck her cunt, was a delightful bonus that dominated her days and nights, leaving her sore and wanting for him all the more.

"And we now, by the power invested in us," the centaur elders intoned gravely, although it was their smiles that lightened the situation at hand, "announce you husbands and wives! Congratulations!"

There could have been kisses. There could have been sweetness. What Alcaris did know was that there was a pounding force in the small of her back and a dog dick in her pussy as she was knocked forward, her tail flagging instinctively, although he would have pushed through the fine strands anyway. His cock found its target regardless and pounded her full as their audience cheered, the clamour of celebration cumulating in flowers raining down, the forest magic thrumming through, a force stringent beneath the surface of everything they did, day in and day out.

"Oh, you brute!"

But she loved it and would not make any ploy otherwise as Jom crammed her pussy fully, his dog dick reaching places inside her that made her want him more and more, even with their audience, poised on the stage right there for all to see. He snarled and let his tongue hang out as her kinks and fetishes were put on show for all to see, although he was not the only one to be quick to take his new centaur bride in the best way a lover possibly could. No, Parsag was swift too to thrust into his warrior centaur, Nikano moaning out his name over and over again as his meaty length burrowed in deep, seeking out her most intimate of depths.

"Yesss..." He hissed, tipping his head, horns glinting in the low light, the shadows beneath the trees casting him into cooling shade. "Take it all... You are mine now - forever!"

She knew more about him than they let on in the public eye but there was only so much that they could do and say out there, the depth and intricacy of their relationship in power play changing day by day. He was her dominant and she lusted for him but their sex was anything but soft and gently even as he lay her down, legs tucked to the side and twitching, pulsing marehood on show. Her tail flipped out of the way and his cock drove home, although there was already a load of cum inside her that bloated out her stomach, overfilling her as it slopped out, wanting to spill out more and more. Nikano's body, as stout as it was, could only hold so much and the crowd of centaurs cheered for them as he pounded into her over and over again, tipping over her back as his fingers twisted lustfully into her hair.

And Calelle, oh, she was the one who had the biggest and most powerful stud of all - both his cock ramming themselves at once into her pussy. Her cunny tried to squeeze down around him but her fat arse could not wiggle back onto him more than it was already, his weight pinning her in place, forcing her hips to rock and roll just where he wanted them to be. The centaur mare was beautiful, so beautiful, and her groomed coat was soon to be roughed up again as she bellowed out her passion for him, begging for foals, wanting babies, only wanting to be fucked over and over again until she was thick and heavy with foal.

Of course, she was the only one, by that point, that did not yet realise that they were pregnant. Centaurs were hardly subject to the same nuances of pregnancy as human women were but the other two, Alcaris and Nikano, were already swelling in pregnancy. Not all of the bloat, of course, was due to the cum flooding them, pushing out and drooling, forever marking them with the scent of their partners, but the stirring of new life inside them. Equine flanks would soon round out and swell, showing through with true evidence of pregnancy, but they did not yet wish to show their audience what wonderful news they had in store. After all - they were there to enjoy their wedding!

Lunos grunted and nickered as he pounded Calelle for all he was worth, his cock stretching and straining at her sore and abused pussy, although he broke her in with the best fuck he could ever give. Her inner walls, so soft and yielding, clutched and pulled at his shafts with every stroke, yet her orgasm rolled on and on, pussy squirting madly and even managing to flutter and pulse around his girth right at the entrance, her clit squeezed up against his lower shaft and driving him on and on.

"Ohhh..." She moaned, oblivious to her predicament, legs spread, wanting it all, his meaty length ploughing deep. "Fill me... Make me huge! Make me swell with your seed!"

And Lunos had just the intention to do that as he slammed in with a grunt, the stallion boasting balls to match his colossal cocks. In but a moment orgasm was his to claim as he groaned and poured every last drop of essence he had to give her into her needy pussy, cum spilling forth in an unstoppable deluge. Yet it was every last drop of that that she wanted so badly, screaming and whimpering for it, begging even as orgasm rippled through her, pulsating and carrying her up to a world of pleasure and ecstasy unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. And she was fortunate too that the equine had a lifetime of euphoria to deliver to her...over and over again.

Yet her body had to contain his cum, strained around the massive stretch of him, pussy locked full to bursting point. His seed had to go somewhere and the hot load sloshed into her womb, swelling her stomach, pushing her sides out and out as he filled her. Calelle's pussy tried to clench and squirt but there was no longer any way to tell what fluids were hers and which were his, everything coming together in such heated debate that only passion could be discerned through the lust of it all.

The others fared little better - that is, in the best of ways. Alcaris screamed lusciously as Jom knotted her pussy again, his shaft rammed deep, right up where it belonged. It was hard for the slutty centaur to want anything else but that delectable pressure inside her pussy as he stretched her to what her kinky mind thought was her breaking point, shattering limits and making his own rules for what he wanted from her. The canine slavered over her, paws gripping her hips, and the crowd went wild for them, leaning and peering and giggling for the best view of how her marehood bulged out around the sweet treat of his fat knot. Her sisters around her, on either side, cried out in mutual passion and the palomino centaur's coat struck through with sweat, heaving lines denoting the strain of the liaison.

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