The Centaur and the Mare

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His First Time: Her Experience

This story contains erotica with a non-anthro equine mare, who is verbally consenting to sexual acts and written clearly as sapient and intelligent, like the centaur.

"Heh... Well, I didn't think you'd want... Wow, you're..."

Rion stumbled over his words, the adult centaur in his early twenties, though he was, perhaps to say the least, not as experienced as the rest of the centaurs in his tribe. His broad chest gleamed with droplets of water, strong and muscular from all the time he spent out hunting and training, loving the world that he had been born into, his dark brown hair damp where it fell, neatly trimmed below his shoulders.

Yet his world there was better still for the mare that had come into it. She was not a centaur, a taboo at best, but Moonlight's eyes gleamed with a mare's wickedness as she approached him through the chest-deep (to the curve of her chest) water where they had been bathing and playing, relaxing together at the eve of the day. With a glowing, palomino coat that gave the appearance of the mare being spun in gold and a white mane and tail glittering with a shine that could not be compared, he'd fallen for her instantly.

Things had developed between them, building a relationship, Rion ignoring the teasing that he got from other centaurs, both the stallions and mares of his tribe. But it was not as if Moonlight could not make herself perfectly well heard.

"I thought you'd want to play," she teased, glancing at the trees, though her pricked ears did not pick up the sound of anyone intruding on their time together. "Isn't it better here than in some stuffy old tent, Rion?"

The centaur swallowed hard and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, though that didn't make it any easier for him, not with how his heart pounded, Moonlight nickering and stretching out her neck for him. She was so free, doing as she pleased in the thick forest at the foothills of the mountains, and yet she had never appeared as beautiful and strong as she did the centaur in that moment. The softening glow of the sunset glanced off her golden coat, but she backed up towards him with cheeky need, her tail hiked high to show off the flex and pulse of her winking marehood.

"We don't have to do anything," she said softly, even though Rion already could not tear his eyes away from her. "But I wanted you to know... I want to do it too. You don't have to go without your needs being met, darling. I want you. I love you."

Rion took a shuddering breath, hands resting on her backside, stepped in close, though Moonlight's nicker gave him a little more confidence, wanting her, rubbing the strong muscle of her body, from her rump to her loins, up the line of her back on either side of her spine. His body had already responded and he was sure that she knew, even if he didn't say anything. For the centaur stallion's sheath had already plumped out with a hard length of cock, the head protruding. It was not as if he ever wore any kind of clothing on his horse half, after all, that could have hidden it...

He wanted her, but...it was his first time. Of course, she knew it, though Moonlight was more experienced than he, a couple of years older, stronger, more daring in the ways of the world. Rion ached to be like her, but perhaps there would not have been as much love between them as there was if that was the case, one needing the other, inexplicably and irreversibly so.

"I'm..." Rion swallowed hard, his tail flicking, not clamped down but anxiously swinging back and forth as if the nervous coiling in his stomach could not be relieved through any other means. "I'm nervous... You know... Yeah... It's... I really like you, Moonlight, I don't want to screw it up..."

"You won't, darling," she murmured softly, her nose dipping. "We don't have to do anything that you don't want to. But what do you want to do?"

That had Rion thinking, offering the mare to him in a new light, his cheeks red with a blush, despite his already tanned, darker skin. If he could do what he wanted to her... Well, some things were less daunting than full sex, at the very least, his hands roaming her without thinking about it, kneading and massaging and digging very lightly into her muscle. Moonlight stretched out her neck and nickered her appreciation.

"Mmm... Oh, that's nice..."

For it was not all about sex, even if there could be more to warm up to it, the two of them out in the open, his cock still out and slapping up against his underbelly. The centaur stallion tried not to think about it, not even as the slap of it up against his stomach, the round of muscle there, sent a light spray of splattered pre-cum into the water below. It would dissipate, but it was hard to think of anything other than the beautiful mare before him.

He didn't think, instinct, very gently, giving him a push along. Even though he was a centaur and not a full horse, not like Moonlight, there was still a stallion's desire in there, what made him want to curl his lip and sift through the scents. With a man's face and not that of a horse, he could not perform the action, yet the twisting push in his stomach yearned for it anyway. He dropped slowly, knees buckling, using his hands to brace against her for support, though his body knew what it was doing.

Moonlight's tail flicked, ears twitching as her head turned for something of a better view.

"What are you... Ohhh..."

But what he was doing was made clear as his fingers slipped against her sex, sliding and teasing, seeking out the softness within. Her body was more pliable and yielding than Rion had expected, though he didn't know what he had been expecting, his breath coming in shorter and sharper pants. He tried to breathe more slowly and evenly, to concentrate on every breath and getting as much air into his lungs as possible, but that was much easier said than done as his flanks shuddered, fingers pressing into her.

Moonlight nickered her encouragement, bobbing her head, more engaged, though even she had to focus on the moment, to hold herself firm and steady for her centaur stallion, enjoying this new part of their relationship. As the mare had said, there was not to be any kind of rush between them, even though she wanted to see more, experience more, to show Rion just how much she loved him in every way.

She moaned deeply, tail twitching against his arm, as Rion's fingers slid deeper, trying to marvel at her heat, how wet she was already, though only able to grunt and rock his hips, as if he was already trying to thrust and penetrate her. Instinct was a powerful thing, after all, and he could not hold off, even down on his knees, his hind end still shoved up in the air out of the cool of the water so that he could still lurch back up to all four hooves if needed.

Yet it was the scent of the mare, her sweetness tangled in the air, her season ripe upon her and her winking, pulsing marehood, that wrapped around him and lured him on, fingering her deeply while he spread her cunny with his fingers. Rion's lips pressed in closer, wondering if he dared, yet pleasing her was so much less of a daunting progress than mounting her and trying to slip inside that he couldn't help himself.

It was not an avoidance of what they truly wanted with one another, but just something a little different, something to bring them together in a different way, moans rising, flowing into one another in the air itself. Moonlight snorted and rocked her hips back at him, the centaur's tongue swirling around her clit, the nub of flesh at the bottom of her marehood, showing whenever the skin pulled back enough with every wink. He could reveal it, however, with a tug in the right place, taking his time in learning her body, as if he knew already that he was going to spend the rest of his days pleasuring Moonlight and making her feel better than ever before.

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