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She was staring up at the upside-down face of her occasional teacher, Saldrin. She quickly rolled to her feet, straining her sore body. She blushed, as she was covered in gallons of semen from her recent ordeal, but Saldrin merely looked extremely concerned. He said, "Sairai, what are you doing out here? Are you all right?"

She replied softly, "I was...I'm okay. I was protecting our elk from gryphons, and I escaped to...to this cave." She found talking difficult. It seemed as though it had been an eternity since she had held a two-sided conversation.

He looked her over, causing her to blush again, and said, "Good gods, girl...I cannot imagine what you've been through. Let's get you out of here."

He turned, walking down the winding cave tunnel, ignoring the still burning fires, evidence of his rather spectacular rescue. Sairai had known he was a shaman, but she had not realized how powerful he was. Saldrin taught her mostly history, and other obscure topics, like lineages, and how to breed good stock. He was a rough looking centaur, about her father's age. Early on, Saldrin had split from the other centaurs, focusing not on herding, but on magic, to follow in his father's footsteps as the shaman of the tribe. Often times it proved useful to have a magician on your side, and Saldrin had taken to his lessons well.

Despite his age, he still looked quite handsome, a strong jaw and dark brown hair framing his head. The fillies in the tribe always talked about him behind their backs, and many had had crushes on him when they had been taking remedial lessons from him. Sairai was one of those giggling schoolgirls. But this was completely different. He had saved her life, but he knew the extent to which such an ordeal would tax a young girl mentally. He had no idea, however, just how much she had gone through in the past few days.

Sairai felt extremely guilty, and she wasn't sure why. She knew none of what had happened was truly her fault, and she knew that her teacher knew only of the minotaurs. He couldn't possibly know how much she had enjoyed it, especially her time with the two bucks who had taken her virginity back home. She followed him obediently, nervous, wondering if there would be any consequences.

They soon reached a bubbling stream, and she heard Saldrin stop, and say quietly, "This is the same river that runs near your farm. You can clean up in here..." He wasn't looking at her, and this frightened the young girl. She quickly submerged herself in the water, cleaning herself off, finally, quite relieved to be done with that ordeal, and alive to boot. As gentle as some of the minotaurs had been, they would have killed her eventually, if only from the exhaustion. She had served to pleasure at least twenty of the bull-like creatures, several more than once.

He placed his staff in the ground, and spoke softly, still not looking at her as she washed. He said, "Sairai...I am sorry for what you experienced - I wish only that I could have arrived sooner. But even as distressed as you must be, I must speak with you. You are aware of...the history of minotaurs?"

She nodded, but when she realized he wasn't watching her bathe, she quickly replied, "Yes."

He continued, "Then you realize that minotaurs are only male, and can only propagate by mating the females of other species." He glanced at her briefly, before continuing gravely, "It is entirely possible that you are now pregnant - with a minotaur."

Sairai had suspected this, but hearing it from her learned teacher brought it home. She hadn't expected to survive the gang-rape, and hadn't let that thought cross her mind. She said, "I...I know," quietly.

Saldrin said, "I admire your strength, in hearing that. I know nothing that can help you avoid that fate - we can merely hope that you were not ready, that you were too young. Time will tell, child, and if the gods are merciful you will be spared that fate. No minotaur child can be tamed, and would soon need to be exiled or slain."

Sairai was quiet, finishing washing up. It was a nice to remove the sticky fluid from her coat and skin, though she knew that her womb was filled with seed, most of it belonging to those twenty minotaurs. She could do nothing about that now, just as she could have done nothing when the beasts had taken her, again and again. She told Saldrin when she was done. He was looking away, but said, "Very well, girl. I know you must tend your animals at home, but you have much to think about, and must be weary. My farmstead is near, and it would honor me if you would stay for a day or two before heading back."

Sairai was relieved, unsure she could make the distance home on her tired legs. She said, graciously, "I would be honored, teacher." She smiled up at him, for he was almost a foot taller than she was. He minced his feet slightly, appearing unsure, before looking at the darkening sky.

He seemed to come to a decision, and said, "It is growing dark already, and we cannot make it all the way home. I had not planned on hearing such a commotion in that cave. We would do best to remain near the stream for the night. You should rest, I will prepare the camp." Sairai was not going to argue with her teacher. She had always valued his wisdom, as did all the members of their tribe.

She lay peacefully on her belly next to the stream, while she watched Saldrin make a collection of firewood from the nearby forest and started a magical fire to warm her. She was grateful. When he was done he said, "I will return with food - you need your strength. If anything dangerous happens, call for help. I will hear you."

She agreed, and he left, but it was not long before he returned with a dead mountain boar, which he began cooking over the fire. It smelled delicious, and when it was finally done, she began to eat. Saldrin was lying down, watching her eat, and she said, "Aren't you going to have some?"

He seemed startled, and blushed slightly in a way that confused her. He said, "Ah, I am a mess - please, eat your fill. I will return when I wash off the blood, and eat whatever is left."

She raised an eyebrow as he left camp, heading downstream to wash up. She watched until he disappeared out of sight. He left with a strange gait, and she worried that perhaps the pig had injured him. She knew not what sort of pig could harm her teacher, who could frighten away minotaurs. She ate, worried, for a minute, before deciding that she'd better check on him. She finished what she had in her hands, and put the rest of the boar aside so that it would not be burned, and then struggled to stand, heading quickly downstream.

Around the bend, however, she did not find him, the stream empty. This only amplified her worries, but she had been well trained by her father as a tracker, and she followed the shamans footsteps into the forest. Where had he gone? It was only a few hundred feet before she found him, peering through the bushes he had passed through not long ago. He lay in the clearing beyond, oblivious to her or to anything, and her jaw dropped when her eyes took him in.

Saldrin was lying on his side, bent over tightly, but not in pain. He was stretching, reaching as far beneath himself as he could. He could just barely reach the tip of his gorgeous erection, and he was rubbing himself furiously, his chest heaving with deep breaths. She stopped in her tracks, still obscured by the bush. Centaur were notoriously bad at masturbating, and many were not even as flexible as Saldrin appeared to be. She could hardly believe what she was watching, and it soon brought to mind her fantasies about the handsome centaur when she was younger.

Centaur modesty was such that she had certainly seen his penis many times before, but never erect. This was certainly a rare sight, and she stayed put, listening and watching. She was curious to know what he was thinking about, until she heard him mutter her name under his breath. She blushed, wondering if he was imagining her with all those minotaur pounding her senseless. She continued to watch, and her hands reflexively went to her breasts, rubbing them.

It soon became clear that the effort Saldrin was displaying was not entirely successful. He could reach his tip, but not without contorting himself painfully, and he would have to stop every once in a while to regain his breath. He could run his wooden staff against his organic one, though this seemed to be minimally effective. He was clearly frustrated. Sairai was very much turned on, imagining her muscular teacher holding her after class one day and taking her from behind. Soon rubbing her breasts was no longer enough, and she had no way at all to reach her own genitals. And there were no fellow fillies to help her out this time either.

She swishes her tail absentmindedly, and the situation suddenly changed. Her tail brushed up against the bush, causing a rather loud rustling sound, and Saldrin quickly rolled to his front, brandishing his staff, looking straight toward her. In order to avoid a fireball to the face, she decided to enter the clearly, looking sheepish, her hands still on her breasts. She was blushing, and Saldrin could tell immediately that she had been watching. He gasped, exclaiming "Sairai!"

She said, "I am sorry teacher, I did not mean to pry - I was worried you were injured."

He was beet red from blushing, and hiding his still throbbing erection beneath his body. He said, "Please, Sairai, return to the camp." He paused, thinking, and said lamely, "I will be back shortly."

Sairai had other things in mind, still approaching her teacher. "Teacher, let me help you," she suggested boldly. His eyes widened.

"You can't mean..." he fumbled, feeling rather put upon. He had been taking by surprise in an inappropriate position. He said, "Sairai, I am your teacher. I could not. And I am happily mated. I could not betray her."

Sairai was feeling very randy, and she was not going to relieve that feeling herself. She argued, "You saved my life, teacher, I would merely repay you. You need the help, and I could provide that. It is not like I haven't done this before. Your wife would not need to know."

Saldrin was seriously considering it, his mind clouded by lust. He had in fact been thinking of Sairai, though it made him feel guilty, especially his visions of her being raped mercilessly by minotaurs. He could hardly believe such a thing could arouse him, but it did, and now that arousal was impairing his judgment. He rolled onto his back, trying not to think about what he was doing.

Sairai approached quickly, before he could change his mind. She knelt beside the horny old centaur, and placed her soft hands on his firm shaft. He moaned, incredulous, in disbelief. She did for him what he could not do himself, running her hands along his entire shaft, teasing his tip and clutching his hefty balls, while he flicked his tail in ecstasy. She could hardly believe she was doing this for her teacher, and she wondered if the other girls would be envious.

His body tensed when he felt her tongue gently on his tip, before she pressed him partially into her mouth and began sucking. He moaned, unable to resist her attentions, and thrusting weakly against her lips. He was quite good friends with Sairai's father, but he knew that her father would be furious with him if he saw this. Saldrin didn't care. Not right now.

When she tasted his precum, she decided to step up her efforts. She released him entirely, leaving him humping the air. She said, huskily, "I need you, Saldrin. I need you in me." She was worried that if she took him past the brink with her hands, that he would come to his senses and refuse to return the favor, and she desperately in need at this point. But Saldrin was not completely gone, yet.

He said, "No, girl. My wife...your honor. What if I made in you a foal?"

She waited a moment, watching him struggle weakly between his desire for release and his desire to uphold his own principles. She said, "My honor left with those minotaurs, teacher. And I would be grateful if somehow I took your foal, instead of a minotaur's calf. Please, it may be my only hope."

He had convinced himself that perhaps it would lower her chances of suffering one of those monster's babies if he could compete against them, and this was enough to finally make his decision for him. He stood, with a purpose, looking at Sairai. She smiled at him and turned, spreading her legs and holding her tail aside, in a gesture that had become very familiar to her in the past couple of days. She had thought she might never want sex again after the twenty-three minotaurs had filled her womb forty-four times, but she wanted Saldrin inside of her like she had never wanted anything else.

He moved up behind her, placing his hands on his pupil's rump, hardly believing what he was about to do to her. He was happily mated, but his wife was the furthest thing from his mind as he stood behind one of his most attractive students. This was not the first time he had thought of Sairai, though he had dwelled on each of the fillies in his class at one time or another. He looked down at her moist entrance and her willing pose, begging him to enter her. He could take it no longer.

She felt him mount her suddenly, his weight rivaling that of the stallions that had taken her days before. His body felt so warm against her back and rump, his fur nestled gently against hers as she felt his strong forelegs gripping her on either side of her barrel. She looked back over her shoulder, watching him as he pulled himself forward until he adjusted his feet, finally in position to service the young filly. She knew that finally there would be no cause to pretend that the creature pounding her rump was a handsome centaur lover, because that was now true. She spread her legs and moaned in anticipation.

He could hold himself back no longer after hearing her lustful cry. He pushed his eager cock up against her wet, well-used opening. He thought about how often the minotaurs must have filled her up, raping her mercilessly, and though he knew academically how horrible that was, in his current state it turned him on more than anything had in many years. With a mighty thrust, he pushed himself deeply into her. He was surprised to find that she was fairly tight despite having surely accommodated much larger erections only hours before.

Sairai whinnied in ecstasy as she was finally taken by another of her own kind. She felt him pulsing deep within her, rapidly thrusting against her smaller frame. She had no trouble holding her ground against him though - he was more gentle than any of the beasts who had taken her before. And his firm shaft seemed to be just the right size, fitting snugly within her. It was hard for her to believe that she was taking her former teacher. She had dreamt of him so many times, but the real thing was quite a bit more fulfilling. Then she felt him place his hands on her human abdomen, steadying himself.

The two moaned and whinnied loudly, but only the forest animals could hear their pleased grunts, or the wet sound of each powerful thrust, or the slapping of the elder centaur's balls against his mare's teats. Saldrin slid his hands up her body, resting them on her breasts. Sairai was overwhelmed. Often before she had caressed her own breasts as she was violated, but the feeling of another doing it was phenomenal. He was so gentle and warm and loving. She pushed herself backward against him with lustful force, placing her own hands on his to rub her breasts harder.

But both horny centaurs were already well stimulated, and it was only moments before the amazing feelings they were sharing caused young Sairai to explode within, her orgasm wracking her body. She called his name repeatedly, her internal fluids gushing around her teacher's throbbing cock, as she enjoyed her first completely consensual sexual experience. Saldrin could resist no more, and he whinnied loudly in triumph as he penetrated her as completely as he could, ejaculating deep within her. He hoped that perhaps his seed would beat the minotaurs'. He prayed that he would make his young student heavy with foal. He quivered in ecstasy with each thrust, filling his filly with more and more of his hopefully life-giving semen.

In the midst of their powerful orgasms, Sairai turned back over her should, watching her teacher as pleasure shown across his face in waves as he filled her up. She reached back to him, pulling him to her, and she kissed him deeply, passionately, as she had always wanted to. He did not hesitate, and they continued to kiss, their tongues entwined. She only wished that this had been her first kiss, not the many minotaurs who had forced their tongues as well as their cocks into her. Even as their orgasms died, the two centaur continued to kiss, taking gasps of breath quickly between kisses.

When they were done, there was little talk between them. The two merely smiled at each other, giddy like teenagers. Sairai fit the bill, being only fourteen, but Saldrin must have been at least thirty-five. The returned to camp and finished their meal. Saldrin minimized his guilt at having cheated on his wife by convincing himself that he was doing this for Sairai, to somehow spare her her fate. He ignored the nagging doubts in his mind that his small contribution could not compete with the gallons of fluids he had seen on the floor of the cave, much less the amount that had remained within her womb. He ignored the doubts that he felt, knowing that he had often fantasized about taking his female students, and that he had often imagined his own wife were one of them. He did not indulge his doubts when Sairai spoke up again.

She said, "Teacher...perhaps another time would help me take your foal."

He needed very little convincing before he found himself mounting the young girl again, even though he knew his wife and her father would kill him if they knew. She was so young, and beautiful, and innocent, and she needed his seed within her. He would provide. She felt so good around him, and she wanted him so much - he could not deny her. Twice more that night she asked for his aid, and he gave it to her, pushing himself between her young folds and adding a small contribution to the pool of semen within her. He knew it wouldn't make a difference. He knew that she was almost surely pregnant with a minotaur. He knew that he didn't care if his efforts were futile when they felt this good. After their fourth time together, the exhausted pair of centaurs slept.