Husbands of the Centaur Mares

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Book Three

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.

It did not take long for the centaurs to swell massively with foal. Only so much, after all, could be put down to the outpouring of seed that their partners filled them up with each and every day but, well, it was all as they wanted it to be. They had been pregnant at the ceremony but not showing so much - yet that was all about to change as the months passed. Their bellies rolled out great and round and there was little anyone could have said otherwise for the matter of course was all perfectly clear. And no one was happier about it than the centaur ladies as they languished in the lap of luxury, stretched out on plush cushions beside the vineyard, lazily watching the workers at their tasks of the day while they were treated as nothing less than royalty.

Well, Nikano was certainly getting the royal treatment indeed as she lay with her legs tucked under and to the side of her equine body, hands reverently cradling her stud's massive cock and balls. They weighed so heavily on her hands, dappled in the shade of a latticed canopy, that she could barely hold them up on her own and Parsag rumbled a chuckle as his cock slapped her cheek, teasing and leaving a dirty smear of pre-cum behind.

"Oh, you look good down there..."

Truth be told, he was not the most well-spoken or talkative of minotaurs but Parsag knew how to make himself heard too and Nikano was more than attentive to his every need. The warrior bowed her head respectfully to him but he was quick enough to hook his fingers into the corner of her mouth, forcing her head up and lips open for the delectable treat of his meat.

"Wider!"

And she did, just for him, serving his every need as he crammed his dick into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing lightly as she immediately set to suckling him desperately up into the back of her throat. A gag reflex did not matter, as long as she had him right where she wanted him, her pregnant belly swaying, her hips and hind end larger and rounder than ever. Her time with Parsag and her pregnancy had rendered her a little fleshier and softer than usual but that was not a bad thing as she relished the changes in her body. The time to be a warrior again would come, of course, but, for now, she was set to enjoy motherhood and nursing her foal, a little centaur that she could teach the ways of the world to.

Or maybe twins... Her eyes wandered, or at least tried to wader, to Alcaris, whose stomach swayed so heavily that she could only possibly be carrying twins. The scryers in the tribes had volunteered and asked her if they wanted her to tell her the sex of the foal to come but, truly, she'd known from the start that she wanted it to be a surprise. They'd said that she had to be sensible, that she had to accept that she, at least, needed to be a little bit more prepared, but there was hardly anything that was going to dissuade Alcaris once she had set her mind to something and, if not, Jom's teeth did the trick.

As Nikano sucked down her minotaur's cock, tongue swirling around the head whenever she drew back for a teasing snatch of breath, Calelle nuzzled at her stallion's shafts, seeming to not quite know how to split her attention between them. Her hands swept the full length of the meaty spires and she pressed her lips softly to the tips, kissing each of them in turn - and yet there was still so very much to caress that she had to keep moving, had to keep adoring them, had to show her stud and her liege just how much she lusted for him!

"Easy there, filly," Lunos nickered, the pale stallion also sprawled out on his side, head raised in a draping fall of sensual forelock. "There's plenty to go around..."

He was teasing and he was kind and the equine was many things that Calelle was still yet to discover. She could have learned more about him if her ears were not only open to his grunts and groans but it was hard for such a sex-starved centaur such as her to leave him alone when it felt as if she'd only just found the one that made her heart pound so delightfully. She couldn't stop adoring him, not even if she tried, but the centaur's hands swept up and up his cock, pumping the full length with such ardent lust that her moans rang out continuously, a soft ambience to the lustful sensuality of the vineyard.

And it was not as if Lunos was going to stop her, the stallion whuffing gently and laying his head back down to better enjoy the attention, tail flicking. Even with her heavily pregnant, swollen stomach, she needed his attention, whimpering and kissing the head of his cock over and over again, caressing his shaft. His mighty rod begged attention too, twitching and pulsing with tiny spurts of pre-cum - well, they were tiny for a horse - that slipped slickly over her fingers and between them, easily lubricating the path of her hands if she had needed that to begin with.

Even with him, she was rougher and more ragged still than the other centaur women, her coat scruffed up, although that was more in places where she'd been going down on her knees and the like to please him than all over, as it had been before. At the very least, Lunos spent time grooming her with his lips and teeth, softly cleaning and sharing time with her, their bond stronger when it was unspoken. Though they were two that, truly, did better at communicating when no words were involved.

"That's right..."

Lunos groaned and Calelle took his cock into her mouth, the angle harsh but not something that would dissuade her still. She had to take him, had to suck down his entire length just to feel him pushing into the back of her throat. Her lips would strain so, so very wide and yet it was right where his meat belonged, a fat girth pressing out against her lips. She whimpered around him, although the sound was too muffled to mean anything, and grasped behind his medial ring, feeding his cock into her throat as it bulged out wantonly. Lunos smirked as well as a horse could smirk, tail flicking lazily, enjoying her oral attention with every last fibre of his being.

"My wife..."

Yet he could not find the words himself as his sides heaved, eyes roaming his pregnant wife's stomach, how it pushed out in a heavy swell and drew even more attention to her hips and hind end. Her backside seemed even larger than before but no one had yet determined whether that was because their proportions had changed or because they were actually putting on baby weight: frankly, no one cared either. All that mattered was how sexy they felt, Calelle wriggling her hips and lifting her tail, drawing his eye down and down to her voluptuous curves, lined with spots and her glowing, gleaming coat.

Alcaris found it the most difficult to move out of all of them, her stomach so distended with the roundness of carrying her foals that getting up and down was surely proving to be the most challenging thing about pregnancy. Luckily, she had a partner too that could give her all the attention she needed and Jom proved himself time after time again as she lay there, his nose shoved up under her tail to lap at her pussy and give her the orgasms that her pregnant state required.

"Oh, yesss..."

Alcaris hissed. No one had told her that being pregnant would make her so horny, so needy all the time. It was hard to be so wanton when she could simply bow down on her forelegs and beg Jom to give her what she wanted. Hell, the tease of a dog had taken to legging it away from her from time to time, but that was all part of a canine game! It wasn't one that she, when so heavily pregnant, was able to play, however, and he had had to temper that playful streak (that part of it, at least) so as not to incur the wrath of a needy, desperate centaur wife.

Yet it was a good deal too to eat her out, tongue digging into her pussy over and over again as he scooped up her juices with a canine groan of relish, swallowing down her essence as if it was composed of the finest honey, the nectar of the gods. She was as much an aphrodisiac to him as he was to her and swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit with surprising dexterity; then again, he had had rather a lot of practice in pleasing her since they had become married especially. There were many things to be shared between husband and wife, after all, but slurping up her juices was swiftly becoming one of Jom's all-time favourites.

Alcaris moaned, tipping forward, her forelegs cast out as the cushions shifted beneath her, her huge stomach pushing them out of the way as she squirmed. Yet there were no words that could so easily leap to her lips as she tried to rock back onto his nose, the coldness of it pressed up under her tail, caressing the velvety dock and even the doughnut of her tail hole. That pucker was not forbidden and she ached for that illicit pleasure even as he swept his tongue up, obligingly, over and around her sensitive rim, teasing and seducing her in the most carnal fashion possible. And yet she still would not have wanted the roses and sweetness otherwise when the dog knew her inside out, sating her kinkiest needs as he treated her, even out in public, like his personal sex toy.

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