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In the distant countryside, surrounded by lush expanses of grasses and plateaus, there lied a settlement that belonged to a powerful figure, Lord Brerth. He owned a large plot of land that stretched out in all directions and led something akin to a miniature kingdom.

He did not seek power or influence, at least, not any more than he already had. The man was content with those under his command, many more than he could count at this point. They had quarters within his lands and he sent them out to do good around the neighboring lands.

And within that settlement were many kinds of creatures, both human and not. Beasts, Taurs, Drows, and even Elves. They all worked in harmony and were all given good lives under the reach of their good lord.

Many of them took up jobs to have themselves money and to fulfill their own lives. Such doings were encouraged to influence trades with other traders, lords, and even kingdoms. And there was much offered now these days, from crafting, carpentering, and even smaller operations such as gardening and creating melodies.

Most were rather happy with their jobs, but one of the happiest was a drow by the name of Parfanhel or Pan as he was affectionately called. His daily happenings were a bit more unique than most, but it was a service that did much good for all around.

Pan was known as the "Stable Boy" to a certain group. It was just vague enough to seem ordinary, but it was anything but.

With his platinum blonde hair tied back, the drow was up early, preparing the stables for the return of the mercenaries and soldiers that were sent out to restore order and do general good to those in need.

As per the land they lived in, the lord had called upon many of the beasts that roamed the lands. He gave them a place, a purpose, and even status as exalted warriors and soldiers in the name of Brerth.

Pan was looking forward to their return so he could tend to them. They all knew him and very much agreed with the way that he had done things. It was hardly a secret and he did well to not only refresh them after a long journey back, but it was a great boost to morale as well.

And the drow took great pride in what he did, even if many would consider it something to be ashamed of...

The heavy thumps of hooves sounded and came the deep voices of those returning to the stables. It wasn't like the normal stables made for feral horses. It was just an outward appearance and name. The interior was set up more like a cross between quarters and a tavern.

They had tables and drinks stored so they could drink and retell their epic quests as they waited their turn, and the other half of the stables was dedicated to the servicing of the beasts called to the back. All of them wanted their turn, and it was well worth the wait, talking and jesting amongst themselves made the wait easier...

Pan could already hear their voices and his heart was pounding in his chest. It had been some time since they had been deployed and now so many of them had returned at once. He certainly had his work cut out for him this time.

The first thing he did was strip his slightly dirty clothes, showing off his navy blue skin. With the way that he tended to them, there was no point in keeping them on. The moment he shed them, he could already feel himself getting hard and excited. Hardly able to contain himself any longer, he called two of them in to start. And before anyone else could, two large horses rose from their seats and rushed to the back of the stables, into the secluded space.

"Welcome back," Pan said, showing off his body.

"A very welcome sight indeed," the first of the horses said. He was completely white with a black mane. He stood tall with muscles that could be easily seen, even under his clothes.

Next to him was a caramel colored horse that was a bit shorter and toned instead of bulky. His mane was long and a shade of dark brown. His shirt was open, showing off the fur of his chest, and his pants were a bit torn, showing signs of a bit of trouble. It was clear enough to see that the two of them had been looking forward to this, if their rushing to the private part of the stables was not enough of a given.

"Well, we can't keep the others waiting. Come on. Out of them," Pan said with a playful chuckle. The horses smiled as well and did as they were told, shedding their clothes, starting with their shirts and quickly taking off their pants as well.

They dropped to the floor and the equines were left in nothing more than their undergarments. They both were sporting bulges that only grew bigger and bigger as their cocks were starting to harden. Having been out on quests and making their way back, their bodies were rather sweaty and that applied to their clothes as well.

And once they were close enough, the smell of their musks were filling the air and making the drow's mouth water.

He got close to them this time, close enough to touch them both, brushing both hands over each of their chests, gliding his fingers over the soft fur and even feeling the muscles rippling underneath them. A bit of dampness met his fingers, the touch stimulating the sweat that lay underneath the surface.

The three of them shuddered from the touches, the feeling of bodies making contact; strong smells and the anticipation of what was to come. Growing larger and longer were the equine's lengths, stretching out the damp fabric and making them tent , leaving nothing to the imagination. Their cocks were pulsing hard and the smells were even stronger as the underwear opened and the musk wafted out into the stable's private area.

Pan's hands moved low down their bodies and reached unto both of their undergarments, taking hold of the sweaty lengths. The white horse was bigger and thicker but he loved the cocks that all of them sported and was determined to treat them all with care.

He gave them both a slow stroke before giving a heave and unleashing the both into view. The caramel equine made a small whinny as it floppy free and throbbed under the touch of the drow. And the white one next to him just chuckled and wrapped a large arm around his brethren.

"Relax. You'll like it. He's new around here and I told you all about him, Pan."

Nodding and smirking, the drow now understood and gave the caramel equine a wink and another slow tug to his cock was given, making his cropped tail flick.

"He's not much of a talker, but he's a hard worker and he deserves a reward for it," the white horse continued.

"Well, lucky you then. You two are the first and it's been a while so I need a bit of...practice. Now, let's get you guys serviced."

The large one nodded and stood tall as his dick was grabbed again. The drow got to his knees and gave them both a cute smile as he pumped his arms up and down, jerking them both slowly. His pointed ears were filled with deep moans and grunts, along with the light sound of his smooth hands gliding over the slightly wet cock, up and down, reaching all the way up to the thick head before gliding back down.

For the smaller one, Pan drifted his hand even lower and got a feel for the rather low hanging and plump balls. They were even bigger than the white horses, balancing it out between them.

"You must be really proud of these," Pan complimented, rubbing them with his palm. "But you must get pent up often, huh?"

In response, there was another soft whinny and a thump of his hoof against the wood floor. Certainly the new recruit was enjoying this treatment, perhaps it was the first time that he had experienced something like this? If that was the case, then Pan felt an urge to make the first time quite the experience.

He opened his mouth wide and made sure that his tongue was in view. A pleading look was given to the newcomer, who looked a bit wary to go that far.

"Go ahead, Reimeir. He won't bite," the white horse chuckled, patting his friend on the back.

"O-okay, Salei..."

Reirmeir was given a bit more attention with his cock being held and pointed towards his open mouth. At the side stood the other equine, content to give small humps to the loose hold on his dick. He was more interested in watching the newbie be serviced for the first time, very well remembering his own first time and how his mind was blown, as well as the biggest load he had ever produced.

A small thrust was given and the large tip touched Pan's lips. He smiled against it and planted soft kisses along the surface, watching it flex and produce a bead of precum. Slowly, it was lapped up and the taste was heavy on his tongue, earthy and strong.

Humming in pleasure, Pan gave another slow lick to the tip, but it was followed by him starting to sink it inside of his mouth. From taking the well endowed creatures, the drow had gotten used to taking large lengths and Reimeir's was no exception.

A deep sigh came from the light brown horse as his tip was engulfed in heat. A soft tongue was dancing around it and steadily, his pulsating inches were sinking inside of the drow's mouth. It was both exciting and incredible to watch the lithe being taking such a hefty thing with relative ease. Another light whinny came as his cock was suddenly taken deep inside, pushed past the soft tongue and down the soft hold of the drow's throat.

Salei chuckled as the other equine was grunting and huffing already, making slight rocks of his hips. Hard throbs went through his length, pulsing against the soft flesh of Pan's throat. It was hot and it pulled softly at his shaft as the smaller creature swallowed his dick down.

And in an instant, Pan got to work. His head was expertly bobbing back and forth, taking the entire thing with licks and squeezes of his esophagus. And at the same time, both of his hands were rubbing up and down Salei's length, giving rubs on each side, pumping up and down in time with the movements of his head, making sure both the equines were getting pleasure.

Reimeir was grunting heavily from the slicks on his length, pulling up and pushing back down on it. Softness and heat surrounded his girth and that made his body shiver. It was so intense and he could feel himself getting close rather quickly.

It took hardly anything for Pan to get into a zone. From the taste and the scent of horse musk that filled his nose. He let his body do what it already desired and he made sure that the first time for Reimeir was something special. As his head rocked back and forth, his throat and tongue were slathered in a thick coating of precum that continuously filled the space, leaving the drow to swallow it down.

The both of them were getting close to their limits, raising their voices and making small humps against the respective holds on their lengths. Intense throbs went through their shafts and it was clear enough to feel that they were both at their limits.

Chuckling, Pan pulled back and pulled the entire length from his throat and mouth. But he pressed the tips of both Reimeir and Salei to his mouth, jerking and squeezing them both with his hands, faster than ever, doing all he could to milk their loads...

From the actions performed on them, the two equines got close and raised their voices as they finally reached their limits. Pan's tongue swirled between the two of the tips and with another jerk and lick, the two of them came at the same time, standing tall and letting out long winded and loud whinnies.

And following suit were the strong pulses and powerful jets of the equine seed that rushed into the drow's open mouth, filling it with the thick and flavorful substance. A loud moan came from him as he started to drink the stuff down, letting the huge loud flow down his gullet, heating his body and leaving him feeling comforted and satisfied.

And he was not the only one; the two equines had spilled their seed, letting out all of their stresses that came from the mission and journey. It continued until they had nothing left to give and when they came, a final gulp was given and Pan smiled, released his hold on their softening lengths.

"See?" Salei asked, patting the other equine on the back as he sighed and stretched. "Best you've ever had, huh?"

He led the newcomer to the public bath that lay just a bit further, a large and warm pool for them to soak and clean themselves, leaving Pan free to tend to even more.

***

Two more replaced the ones that left, joining and standing tall over Pan. Another tall equine with coal black fur and a short silver mane. Shallow scars decorated his exposed shoulders and arms and attached to his ears were golden earrings, stacked close against each other. His arms were crossed into a cocky grin and his tail, fully wild and long flared and brushed against the wooden floor.

Next to him was not another equine, but a minotaur. His body was large all over, with muscles like stone. He stood even taller than the horse and puffs of hot vapor rushed from his nostrils as he snorted. Like most, the half-man/half-bovine was covered in dark brown fur that was coarse around his neck, shoulders, and lower half. There was a silver ring studded in his flaring nostrils and unlike the horses, he wore much less; nothing more than thick metal bracelets on his arms and a crude loincloth for cover. Their hides provided ample defense from most tools and weapons, and it showed by the shallow and deep scars that covered him all over, marks that the creature wore with pride.

Pan had cleaned himself up a bit, but still wore a few streaks of seed on his face. He smiled up at the two of them as they shed their clothes. These two were "regulars," visiting anytime they could. The horse was named Lern and the minotaur called himself Roth. Before him, they undressed and showed themselves off.

The both of them sported large, thick lengths with large flares and meaty rings at the base. They were eager and ready to get a feel for the Stable Boy. And Pan was rather inviting with his motions, rather than getting on his knees, he instead made a display of himself, climbing on the elevated table, getting on his hands and knees, giving them the view of his lithe body, reaching back to touch his own ass, squeezing a bit and pulling the cheeks apart to expose his awaiting hole.

Lern and Roth were already hard and eager to use the drow presenting himself to them. The minotaur moved first, stomping his way up to Pan. He smirked and chuckled as his large hands took hold of the smooth backside. They were rough as they rubbed over the smaller body and Pan made soft, enticing noises.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long..." Roth held tighter and lifted it up until Pan was all but lifted off of the table. He was just as eager as the drow himself and saw no point in wasting anymore time.

His thumbs spread the cheeks to the side, once more exposing the hole underneath. A lager tongue flicked across his own lips before stretching forward and licking directly over the tight pucker. He could feel shivering from Pan and another slightly pitched moan, but the minotaur was just getting started. Another lick was given and another before that large, girthy tongue was pushed against the rim with more and more force until it slipped itself inside.

Lern got close, stroking himself as he watched his friend stretch the drow out with his massive tongue. Roth was making deep noises as he licked deeper and deeper, enjoying the tight hold on and the flavors that met his taste buds. His movements were swift and surprisingly complex, doing just enough to slick the walls up and stretch it enough to take his even bigger cock.

A thick layer of spit oozed onto Pan's ass and down his legs, making him feel wet and sticky. His legs trembled hard as every lick felt like he was being stretched, but he also knew that this was nothing compared to what was to come...

With thick lines of spit covering his backside and a deep sound filling his ears, the tongue was yanked back from Pan's ass and he was put back down on the table, with his ass still slightly propped into the air.

On the other side, Lern took position, grinding his already leaking cock against Pan's lips, smearing his thick and musky precum over the surface. It was licked up before he opened his mouth and allowed the large tip and shaft to push inside.

At about the same time, those large and rough hands were on his ass again. Another snort was hard before there was a prodding at his ass. They stuck between his cheeks and reached his hole with forceful thrusts until it's mark was met. And when it did, Pan cried out around the cock slipping down his throat. But Roth kept pushing, grunting as his dick finally sunk past the rim and slipped further and further into the spit-lubed ass.

Together the large creatures were snorting and pounding into their respective holes, filling them as the pushed in and pulled back, grinding the thickness of their tips and shaft against the soft walls of flesh, both lubed by saliva, and both squeezing down on the particular length moving back and forth within it.

Lern took a slow approach, making small humps against the tongue and walls of the tight throat. He mostly enjoyed the feeling of Pan's tongue licking up and down, teasing up and down, flicking against his medial ring. He liked to be teased, building up the pleasure before he really went in.

On the other side was Roth, who was perfectly content to start out hard and continued to hump hard, shoving his cock in deep and snorting and as he pounded the hole hard, pushing his body in so close and hard that slaps and squelches sounded when he pushed himself fully inside, plunging his length deep into the drow's guts. It had been a while since he got to pound such a cute, tight hole. The embrace of his fellow soldiers kept him held over, but there was nothing quite like spilling his seed inside of Pan...

The drow had his work cut out of him. The hard pounds and deep touches of Roth's cock threatened to make him lose his senses, but he knew what Lern liked and he worked hard to make it happen, working his tongue anywhere he could, taking the horses moans and soft chuffs. In his throat were more throbs and dribbles of hot precum that gently trickled down.

He moaned around the large dick, and Lern gave a few small humps, reaching that point and now wanting more pleasure to get him there. Together, the equine and taur were pounding into the holes, filling the drow's ass and throat, letting off deep noises as their cocks throbbed hard and leaked even harder.

Lern was the first to lose himself, gritting his flat teeth and flailing his tail as he came hard, pouring his seed directly down the soft and warm throat, making a few more humps to milk every last drop. The pleasure was intense and his hands gripped the table as he swallowed and further teased his flaring tip.

And behind, Roth gave a few more hard humps before he roared and pressed his body close to Pan's. He kept himself planted in deep as hard pulses and a hard spray of seed rushed into the other creature's guts. It came one after another, heavy doses of bull milk that pooled into his stomach, making it balloon just a bit with the addition of Lern's cum as well...

Lern had soon left to join the others in a good soak. But Roth stayed inside of the drow, wanting to fulfill himself before he left. And with privacy, the pree-shy minotaur was able to focus and put pressure on his bladder.

A heavy sigh and snort came as more fluids rushed from the slightly deflated tip. It was hot and left with such power, spraying all over Pan's sensitive insides. He could feel it heating him up and making his belly just a bit heavier.

"I held out the whole way back, now you get to have it all..." the minotaur chuckled and gave another grunt as he pushed again, putting even more force on the stream. He moaned out as the pleasure of pissing washed over him, made even better by the soft flesh that still clung to his cock. There was so much of it that it came back to his length and rushed out of the small gaps, leaking out and down on the floor. Luckily there was a drain for such an occasion and the minotaur drained himself completely before suddenly pulling out, watching with satisfaction as a mix of spunk and piss rushed out of the moaning drow's used hole. He gave a smack to the plump behind before going to join the others.

***

The next to set foot in the back rooms was a unique duo. They were also equines, but rather than standing on two legs, they stood on four. Centaurs that were still full horses. One was a chestnut brown with white accents and the second was a light gray with black splotches decorating their body all over. The couple of Zarz and Knox.

Not only were they unique in them being the only centaurs in the ranks, but they also had a particular way that they liked to be serviced. A certain way that required more than just simple touching. There were certain things that were needed and Pan, recovering quickly, was soon getting them all ready...

The pair were already breathing heavily as the drow got himself ready for them. On the table he was draped in a medical gown, his mouth was already bound with a gag and before them both were tools for them to use.

The gray, spotted taur, Knox acted first, taking hold of one of his favorite tools, the speculum. There was a bottle of lube and it was used to make sure everything went well. Shuddering in excitement, he put on a pair of medical gloves and took hold of the tool.

Around the gag, Pan moaned and shuddered as it was slowly put inside. But that was only the first part. This speculum was larger than the average ones made, intended to really stretch him open. And that's exactly what happened. Slowly, his hole was pushed open and his rim was made thinner and thinner, gaping his ass wider and wider. It was a strange sort of pleasure, to be pried open by the tool and Pan could only do his best to hold still while he moaned into the gag.

"Just a bit more," Knox said, slowly reaching the desired point before he stopped and locked the tool into place, holding the hole wider than it usually was.

"Now it's time for the fun part," Zarz added. His mate nodded and while Knox was going to the next step, the other centaur got into position as well.

Knox was all too eager to fulfill his kink. He was happy to have someone besides his own mate that indulged in them.

Next to him, Zarz had gotten prepared as well. But this was a bit different. Over his top half, a gown was worn and a gag of his own was applied, but he needed help doing the rest. Knox held him, wrapping his held behind hands in surgical tape, binding them. And just as he did with Pan, a speculum was applied to the chestnut furred taur, pushing into and dilating his whole even wider than Pan's. He moaned through the gag as well and thick cock flexed and bumped against his horse body.

With both of his "patients" in place, Knox went on to apply lube to the long reaching gloves themselves. He made sure they were both slathered in them before he went on.

"Ready?" he asked, receiving nods and muffled noises in response.

With both gloves lubed, Knox went ahead to ease each of his hands past the tools and into the stretched holes of the both, reaching in deep thanks to the tool and the lube. Already, the muffled moans of them both filled the private area. A large hand was pushing down their asses, touching all of their sensitive spots. Once he was past the wrists, he balled both hands into fists and pushed even deeper listening to the sounds of pleasure along with the sloppy sounds of the lubed gloves slicking against inner walls and flesh.

The whole thing was extremely hot for the gray and black equine, making him shudder and breathe heavily. Though untouched, his cock was flexing and leaking continuously.

Pan groaned and gripped the table as the large fist rocked inside of him, pounding against his prostate a bit before pushing even deeper.

Zarz was in a similar state, moaning and even starting to drool around the gag as his ass was pounded by a strong fist that dipped down deep, pulling up and rocking within with hardly any relent. His cock was throbbing harder and spilling squirts of precum that raced through his shaft when the right spot within him was touched. His tail flared and one of his back hooves stomped against the ground.

Knox looked back and forth, from one hole and to the other. Both his hands were down each hole, pushing and pulling against the puffy walls. Milking more moans and grunts from the two of them. It excited him heavily to feel their insides twitching and pulsing against his hands.

His right hand suddenly pushed further down and Pan arched his back, raising his voice and gripping the edge of the table even more. His insides were gripping Knox's fist even harder and another raise of his voice was heard. The gag was keeping his voice down, but it was clear enough to hear all the same.

Hard pants came and the drow's body shook hard as he started to cum. The thick fist pressed hard against his prostate and made small rubs against the stop, milking intense pleasure and thick spurts of seed from his own cock. Pan could feel the powerful spurts rushing through his shaft before it sprayed from his tip, creating a small puddle that dripped off the edge of the table.

With a grin on his face, Knox slowly pulled his fist from the squeezing hole. As he did so, Pan wailed out again and shivered as the fist and fingers brushed and traced over his walls. It came free with another sloppy sound and strings of the lube still connected the slathered glove.

The centaur's attention was soon on his own mate. While one of his hands was still reaching down, his other was now free and that gave him an idea.

Zarz was still moaning and grunting as he was fisted. The gloved hand was reaching deeper than it did with Pan, sinking past the wrists and up the arm. He was already being pleasured by the movements, groans leaving his covered mouth and a look of pleasure stuck on his face. Underneath him was his own cock, pulsating hard and leaking steadily. There was a small puddle that had already formed, a show of his arousal and the hefty amount of seed that his large, heavy balls could produce.

With his other hand free, the other centaur got an idea and acted upon it. He pressed his other hand just past the tool and into the already filled hole, having just enough room to push his other fist deep inside, letting it slide down against arm and the quavering anal walls until they both met in the same position. A loud moan could be heard, even through the gag and another hard pulse of Zarz's cock came, shooting another thick wad of precum onto the now sticky floorboards underneath him.

Both his fists pushed back and forth, moved by his strong arms with the goal of milking more and more pleasure out of his mate, listening to him moan and watching him squirm. As he did so, Knox himself could feel his own length throbbing and pulsing hard. Just as his mate's did, precum continued to squirt from his tip, harder and more intense as he drank in the moans and sounds.

A few more pumps against the other centaur's prostate and he was all but yelling against the gag covering his mouth, stomping his hooves and shuddering as the tip of his cock flared wide. It bumped against his body before finally squirting thick ropes of his cum. They jetted out with quite some distance and splattered onto the smooth floor.

Just seeing and hearing his mate in such pleasure and bliss was enough to send Knox over the edge as well. Without even being touched himself, the spotted centaur reached his peak too. The pleasure struck him hard, making him seize and chuff hard rushes of his cum raced through his shaft and onto the floor, joining the puddle of his partner's seed. They both made deep noises of pleasure as their climaxes continued until it slowly tapered out.

***

Both thoroughly satisfied, Knox and Zerz left Pan after carefully removing the tool and gag from him, putting the surgical gear away. As they left, the two of them were talking back and forth, in much better spirits as they went to take their place in the large outdoor pool.

Pan was left panting for a bit and took another moment to collect himself. He was aware that there were others waiting for him and he did not intend to keep them waiting for much longer. After some cleaning, he invited more of them in, completely ready for what they had in store for him...

The lithe drow was moaning and letting his pleasure be known. Around him were many equines and taurs that were all waiting for their turn. As much as he could, Pan serviced, using all of his body to dole out pleasure and relief to the returning warriors, knights, and soldiers.

Yet again, his ass was spread around a thick equine shaft. And the horse using him was already gripping his body, pushing in close and driving his cock deep into his guts, showing just how much he needed release.

Lust was heavy in the stables, transferring throughout the entire building. Those who stood on the sidelines were getting too excited to just wait any longer, pairing up with the other males that they found favorable, reaching down to trace their fingers and hooves over loincloths and tented pants.

Those who came close to watch Pan being pounded were given soft touches and traces as well. A soft, blue hand reached under their clothes and pulled down their pants just enough to expose more of their hefty cock, making them bounce free, flinging thick ropes of precum that fell onto his exposed stomach and chest. They were gripped and stroked slowly, bringing even more drips of the thick fluid.

More and more joined in, some pinning their fellow equines to the wall as they drove themselves inside of the hot flesh, their moans joined Pan's, along with them any low grunts, huffs, and the clack of hooves. Their sweaty bodies and musky cocks filled the room with a hazy scent that only intensified the arousal of all who were involved.

Pan moaned and jerked the cocks harder and faster, listening to the dirty words and moans all around him. It made his heart race and his chest pound. They were all around him and just when the drow was sure that he was taking on as much as he could, the thick head of another cock brushed against his cheek and rubbed over his lips.

Acting quickly Pan planted some soft kisses on the tip before opening his mouth, allowing it to fill it. Another moan sounded around as he was pressed from within. The thick shaft that barreled into his ass, rocking hard and dribbling pre that made the hole even sloppier than it already was before.

The cocks in his hands were pulsing harder and leaking more onto his body, adding the fluids that already coated his skin in a layer of slick, clear precum. The smell of musk was all around him, making his own cock throb hard just from the intense scent. His mouth watered against the shaft pistoning into his mouth and down his throat, getting his attention again, producing more precum for him to swallow down.

Even though his vision was taken up by the body of the horse using his mouth, Pan continued to work his body on the others, twisting his hands, using the pre as a lube to slick back and forth. He was going faster and squeezing harder along the shafts, teasing the tip and running his fingers over the meaty rings along the center of the heavy inches.

And inside of him, the horse was humping harder, huffing through his nose as he was getting close. Grunting and braying, he came and pulled his cock free, taking hold and stroking it. His flare expanded and his shaft pulsated hard as strings of cum came down on the drow's body, making it hot and sloppy. But Pan loved it and made another muffled moan as it poured onto him.

He pumped faster and suckled harder, bringing the other equines to raise their voices as well. The two he was stroking were the next to reach their peak, crying out next and bucking their hips into Pan's hands as they released their seed, letting it coat the stable boy's body even further, painting his skin in thick streaks of musky horse cum. The two of them sighed and started to soften as small ropes still dribbled from their tips.

And finally, the equine using the drow's mouth thrust harder into the hot, wet space. He groaned as soft lips wrapped around his shaft and a flexible tongue was lapping over his tip and along the underside, feeling it get harder and stronger with it's throbs. The flare down his throat was starting to expand and flare. He was close and Pan went even further, pushing his own head forwards against the incoming bucks.

Just a bit more was needed before heavy snorts and pants came. And following it was a groan as seed cascaded down the swallowing throat and the action of drinking it down further milked the stallion, making him clutch the table and strain in complete and total bliss...

Pan could feel his stomach getting warmer and slightly expanding just a bit more, heavy with the fluids that came from the larger males, hot and settling inside of him, they made him feel comfort and deep satisfaction. The throbbing stopped, the flare deflated and the horse sighed. The drow could feel the length pulling back, but it suddenly stopped and a strong hand took hold of the back of his head, keeping him in place.

Another pleasured noise came as the stallion drained his bladder, letting his piss rush into Pan's mouth and down his gullet. On the receiving end, he mumbled in pleasure at the heat and strong taste of wild grasses and alcohol. It was gulped down eagerly and added to the already expansion in his belly and the heat that warmed his body all over again...

Once finished, the horse pulled free and rather than going to the pool, he sought out another male to have some more fun with. And with Pan free, another hoard of them rushed to his sides and the stable boy was more than happy to get back to work...

***