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Bernard voiced a frustrated groan from his leathery seat on top of the young stallion whose fur, mane, and tail all shared the same dark shade of charcoal. The young knight whose face was decorated by a formidable start of a mighty beard pulled back his shoulders and turned his torso from side to side as he wobbled up and down in the crude saddle on the onyx equine’s back, trying his best to ease the dull aching in his lower back which was the result of almost six hours of constant riding. He cursed quietly under his breath as one of his stretching maneuvers resulted in some joint or muscle near his spine spasming uncomfortably, further adding to the agony of his lower back.

Having gotten himself too comfortable traversing on foot during the long four months he had spent in the centaur village, Bernard’s body did not at all agree with his – and partially Fuchs’ – decision about him returning to civilization on horseback. Although it was ultimately less draining and considerably faster than walking, Bernard was not particularly fond of its effects on his physique, mainly the discomfort of his back and buttocks which had started growing numb after a mere two hours of the wobbly ride. The fact that he was once again donning his full plate armor – which had been safely stashed away in Fuchs’ saddlebags for most of their visit – did not do him, or his back any favors. It would still be a long while before he would be fully used to the weight of tampered steel on his shoulders again, not to mention riding in it.

The single bearable detail of his current situation was the fact that the narrow forest path he was riding along was in the shade and that there was a nice breeze soughing its way through the trees. At the very least he wasn’t boiling in his armor, unlike if he had been riding on a sunny meadow.

The onyx stallion snorted as Bernard cursed yet again, this time noticeably louder; loud enough to draw the attention of his trusted centaur companion.

“You alright?” Fuchs asked, gently cantering his way next to Bernard from behind, where he had spent the last mile or so of the journey, talking to the other centaur stallion of their small entourage.

“No, I’m bloody not!” Bernard snapped at the red-headed man with the lower half of a Hanoverian horse. Although his words were harsh, they carried no actual malice for the armored stallion, whose trusty sword steadily clanked against the back of his decorated chestplate.

“My back is killing me!”

“Hmmm… Can’t relate.” Fuchs said with a smirk, proudly prancing the next dozen steps on the path to show off the benefits of his half-equine physique. His cocky stunt elicited a few hearty snickers from the three other travelers who also enjoyed the benefits of having four sturdy legs to tread the ground with.

“Oh piss off all of you!” Bernard hissed and swatted his hand at the two mares and a stallion who walked a few feet behind the two knights.

“...I just had to let you convince me to return on horseback. You might as well have tied me to a torture rack and pulled my torso off my hips… And that wouldn’t have even taken six miserable hours.”

“Oh, spare me your grand embellishments!” Fuchs retorted with a slight falsetto. “You would have passed out from exhaustion during our first day if we didn’t have your maned friend carrying you around. And by the way, he hasn’t complained once, even though he has to carry you and all of your equipment. You’re a knight! Suck it up!”

Bernard scoffed, eliciting more amusement from the four centaurs in his vicinity.

It had been a few days since Bernard and Fuchs had decided to depart from the centaur village. Their visit to the secluded tribe of half-horses in the verdant, peaceful valley of Greenglow, initially born out of Fuchs’ desire to discover his centaurian inheritance, had been a long and interesting one. Being a centaur raised by humans and having lived his life up to his early adulthood abiding by the norms of human society, Fuchs had had much to learn about his brethren and himself. After some minor and major cultural shocks in the first few weeks of their stay, the red-haired, chestnut-furred half-Hanoverian had been able to embrace the steady life of a centaur stallion and all its perks and ultimately assimilated quite well with the local population. Bernard, who was Fuchs’ long-time best friend and a fellow knight, had mostly been there as Fuchs’ escort but had nevertheless enjoyed himself amongst the lively horse-people, having been able to observe the calm and sometimes quite lewd life of the centaurs from the side. It had been a fascinating experience, even if Fuchs had been the one who had gotten the most enjoyment out of it.

After spending a good four months with the nomadic equine folk, Fuchs had deemed himself to be familiar enough with his own coat, tail, and to a lesser extent, his horse genitals, to make the decision to return to his life as a knight along with Bernard. Although the centaurs of the village had grown fond of their new, exotic stallion from the outside world, they had been very understanding of the two men’s decision to leave and seen them off with a boisterous farewell feast, one just as cheerful and lively as the feast they had received upon their arrival. And naturally, Bernard and Fuchs had been told they would be welcomed back with open arms in case they ever wanted to visit the herd again.

But what had come as a surprise for the pair of knights on the eventual morning of their departure, was the fact that they had gotten themselves three new travel companions. One of the village's few draft stallions called Niclas and two mares by the names of Armena and Josefine had wished to join the two on their way back to the nearest human settlement. The twelve-hooved trio, whose hefty saddlebags were all sagging with goods produced by the herd, were seeking to trade their stock for some tools, medical supplies, and a few other things the villagers had a harder time making themselves in their secluded valley. Such trading trips were usually conducted only once or twice a year, and although the path to the nearest city wasn’t too treacherous, it made sense for the centaur tribe to make use of the opportunity of having two genuine knights as a protective escort.

Although the addition of three more heads to their party of two had sprung up on them rather suddenly, neither Fuchs nor Bernard had anything against having the two mares and a stallion tag along. It was only logical that since all five were essentially going the same way, they would, and should, travel together. The only minor drawback of the arrangement was the fact that since Fuchs – in all his knightly generosity – had offered to also carry some of the goods in his saddlebags, the pair of best friends had been forced to equip their armor to make room for the merchandise. On a longer tangent, this had also led to them having to acquire a mount for Bernard, as having him march the whole way fully suited up for combat would have slowed the group down considerably. Luckily there had been multiple herds of wild horses grazing in the fields surrounding the village, and since the untamed equines were extra mellow in the presence of centaurs, capturing and saddling one hadn’t been much of an issue at all.

Both Bernard and Fuchs had been most surprised to find the young, onyx stallion – that the knight riding it had named Resy – to be extremely obedient. Not once had he tried to rear in a fit of rage from being restrained, or tossed its dark head and whinnied with frustration underneath the weight of Bernard and his equipment. Being around centaurs appeared to really soothe its nerves and unlike most stallions his age, he was astoundingly calm.

Today was the group’s third day of travel; a day which had begun with an early rise almost as soon as the sun had peeked out from behind the horizon, followed by a few hours of walking and the occasional, gentle trotting here and there. Around midday, the group had stopped to have lunch and feed Resy, having spent around an hour resting their feet and hooves on the bank of a moderately wide forest stream before continuing onwards. They had been moving ever since. Now, as the four centaurs and a man walked along the thin forest trail, the sun was already on its way down from the crest of the blue sky, its golden rays slowly but surely taking on a more orange hue as they pierced the lush roof of leaves above the traveler’s heads. Overall, the day had been very peaceful and the journey had been pleasant. Aside from the continued agony of Bernard’s aching back, of course.

The narrow forest path, closely hugged by tall trees from both sides and snaking onwards beneath the five sets of hooves treading it, eventually opened up into a wide, lush glen that was approximately the size of two jousting fields. The bright clearing growing wild forest grass and some untamed bushes was a welcome variation to the scenery, which had mostly been monotonous, never-ending forest for the past eight miles or so.

“Finally…” Bernard groaned, riding out into the evening sun alongside Fuchs, both men promptly shielding their eyes from the brightness that suddenly enveloped them. The sole human of the group rubbed his eyes and stretched himself in the saddle before exchanging glances with his half-hanoverian best friend. The red-headed centaur ended up nodding his head to Bernard’s wordless request, most likely having thought the same thing as he had.

“Let’s camp out here for tonight!” Fuchs raised his voice, turning his torso towards the three other centaurs as much as his armor permitted him. “We’ve already made more than enough progress for today so let’s get some well-deserved rest before tomorrow.”

Dismounting Resy with a deep sigh of relief, Bernard stretched out his body some more, glancing at the blonde stallion and two brunette mares who emerged from the forest behind them. Although they enjoyed the enhanced strength and stamina from their half-equine bodies and hadn’t verbally expressed any discomfort like Bernard, the human knight could see visible elation on all their faces as they stepped out into the sun and each shook their legs after the long walk. Four hooves or not, one was bound to get exhausted from carrying around multiple bags’ worth of merchandise on their back for almost the entire day. Niclas, Josefine, and Armena might have needed the rest even more than the human knight.

Once the group had come to a complete stop, everyone began unloading their collective cargo. Having the best range of mobility with his human physique, Bernard helped Fuchs take off his saddlebags, going around unclasping all the straps that held the hefty satchels tied to the stallion’s waists that would have been hard to reach for the centaur himself. He did the same for the other three taurs who had already begun helping each other take off their leather harnesses but nonetheless struggled slightly with the nitty-gritty work due to their clumsy lower halves. Bernard received a pleased ‘thank you’ from each of them as he walked around their furry flanks, occasionally ducking himself under their horse bellies to loosen the straps.

After a good dozen saddlebags had found their way to the grass next to everyone’s hooves, the human knight promptly returned next to Resy and began taking off his armor, Fuchs having already started with the arduous process familiar to all knights. The cacophonous clanking of armored steel echoed around the grassy glen as the two men hurried to rid themselves of the uncomfortable weight and warmth of their protective equipment, both going against their training by allowing the pieces of their equipment to drop to the ground haphazardly.

Fuchs, who wore his custom-made battle garments fitted for a centaur, had to wait for Bernard to finish removing his platelegs as it was near impossible for him to remove the equine armor strapped to his lower body by himself.

“Phew!” Bernard huffed, flapping his palm before his grimacing face as he detached one of the shiny steel plates attached to Fuchs’ croup. “You thought I would have gotten used to the stench of a sweaty stallion during all those hot days at the camp, but… Phew!”

“And one might also think I would have gotten used to your ungodly odor after knowing you for almost five years.” Fuchs fired back, pinching his nose with an exaggerated expression of disgust contorting his face.

The two men chuckled and Bernard continued divesting his stallion brother-in-arms, making short work of Fuchs’ horse armor as the process was already more than familiar to him. After a few more protective plates and some shiny curtains of chainmail had fallen to the ground, the chestnut centaur was finally free from the burden of his knighthood.

“The feeling of taking off your armor after a long day never gets old…” Fuchs groaned, stretching his sinewy horse legs before cantering around the glen for a while to revitalize his physique.

“No, it does not.” Bernard nodded his head, stashing some of the more easy-to-lose parts of both his and Fuchs’ equipment into the saddlebags of his mount which had already begun eating the grass underneath its muzzle.

Bringing his hooves to a stop next to the grazing onyx stallion and his friend, Fuchs scanned the environment with his eyes, glancing at the other three horse folk who also stretched out their tired limbs now that their bodies had been freed from all the extra weight of their cargo. The stallion knight seemed to contemplate something for a short while before eventually clapping his hands together in order to capture everyone’s attention.

“Alright! Let’s get started setting up the camp. Are the three of you okay with setting up the tents while Bernard and I go get us some firewood for the night?” The red-headed stallion elevated a questioning eyebrow towards Josefine, Armena, and Niclas.

“More than okay! I’d be glad to!” Josefine sighed, stretching her slender arms above her head in a way that stuck out her bust. “Mmhhh~! I don’t think I can walk another step!”

“Speak for yourself! My hooves could take another mile or so!” Armena said, scraping her hooves on the grass. “But even so, I won't say no to a proper break.”

Bernard watched as the two mares exchanged smirks, their tails lazily flicking from side to side behind their wide rumps as they began searching for the tents from among the mountain of saddlebags between them. When put side by side, Josefine and Armena looked eerily similar to one another. Had the day been a bit hotter and his mind less focused, Bernard could have easily thought what he was seeing was a mirage; a trick played on his eyesight by exhaustion.

The two mares appeared almost identical at a glance, both sharing the same smooth hue of caramel on the fur of their equine halves, their dark tails being just as long and luscious as the one on the other mare. Their hair – just about extending down to tickle their delicate shoulders – also shared a slightly darker shade of syrup and was even tied similarly, Josefine having a pair of short braids on either side of her head, while Armena had three on both sides. Both of them were blessed with an ample bust and a thin waist, both these features of their human anatomy well-accentuated by the sturdy leather corsets they each wore over simple, long-sleeved, white blouses, perfectly matching as one might have already expected.

Although he had never gotten around to asking the pair, Bernard was convinced that the two mares were sisters. If not, they were at least as close as real siblings.

The only distinguishable differences between the two mares were on their faces, neither of which paled in beauty compared to the other. Josefine’s eyes were a pale shade of blue, her face more gently shaped than that of Armena’s, giving her a more relaxed complexion. She also got dimples when she smiled, a feature that the other mare didn’t possess. Armena on the other hand had deep, hickory eyes and the features of her face were noticeably sharper, making her a bit more intimidating to look at than the other, blue-eyed mare. Nevertheless, she was still just as sweet and gentle as her sister.

They were both very attractive, even if their lower halves didn’t exactly meet Bernard’s preference when it came to women. Had they been human women, or if he had been a strapping stallion, the knight could definitely have seen himself romancing either one of them.

The other stallion of the group aside from Fuchs was Niclas. A robust draft stallion with blonde hair and brown eyes, the lower half of his anatomy was creamy in color except for his tail, which was a striking shade of silver. He was a gentle giant, opting to listen instead of talking in a conversation. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t just as capable of a conversationalist as every other stallion, or that he didn’t possess the same foolish confidence Bernard had gotten so used to witnessing in male centaurs; he simply carried himself in a more aloof way which was hard for anyone to truly dislike.

Currently, the draft stud that reminded Bernard of one of the strapping brewery horses he had often seen in his hometown was unpacking one of the tents.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Fuchs said, picking up one of the emptier saddlebags from the ground and lazily slinging it across his back.

Leaving most of his belongings aside from his sword on the grass next to Reys, Bernard hurried after his friend, who had already begun strutting towards the treeline.

The distressed screeching of fieldfares and magpies echoed in the treetops as Fuchs and Bernard collected themselves some firewood, loudly rustling through the branches and bushes that stood on their way on the forest floor. At first, they were able to fill Fuchs’ saddlebags with only small branches that they either found loose on the ground or snapped off some of the less-healthy trees they came across, but after treading a bit deeper into the forest, the pair came across a nice, old tree trunk that was perfect for their needs. Bernard stepped back and allowed his half-horse comrade to stomp the dry wood into more manageable pieces with his sturdy hooves, helping Fuchs collect the thick splinters once the stallion was finished.

Soon enough, both of the leather satchels hanging on Fuchs’ flanks were bustling with firewood and the two men began heading back, walking slowly as neither was in any particular rush to return to the campsite.

During the entire detour for firewood, neither of them had barely spoken a word, which Bernard found strange on the Hanoverian centaur’s part, as Fuchs was usually the one to start a conversation. The perceptive knight had already thought that his four-legged companion had been acting strange almost ever since they had left the village. Despite looking and acting calm, he somehow seemed to be on edge almost constantly. The red-haired stallion's current silence only reinforced Bernard’s suspicion that something was wrong with his friend.

“Is something wrong, big guy?” Bernard asked, leaping over a fallen tree, over which Fuchs stepped with ease thanks to his long equine legs. “Splinter in your hoof? A knot on your tail? Or are you already feeling homesick to the camp?”

“Mrrhhh~” Fuchs groaned dismissively and shrugged as the two of them kept on walking.

“Come on now horse boy! I’ve known you for years at this point and I know something is weighing on you.” Bernard continued pressing his friend, stopping and folding his arms. “I don’t know if I can help with whatever issue you’re having, but I’d be glad to listen to your worries if you have any. So tell me what’s the matter? Do you miss someone from the herd? Your troop of stallions? Any particular mare?”

Fuchs’ gaze kept searching for something on the ground as he stood before Bernard, avoiding looking at his friend in the face. After a few nervous glances at the human knight’s boots and some restless scraping of the leaves beneath him, the stallion eventually sighed.

“Yeah… I suppose you could say that I miss the herd.” He muttered, finally meeting Bernard’s sincere eyes. “I really enjoyed staying there. All of the people were so nice… Some of them even more than just nice…” He chuckled, gazing out into nothingness with a dreamy grin on his face.

“Also, I’m just really fucking horny.” The stallion added soon after.

Bernard blinked as if he had just been smacked across the head with a log. Had he heard Fuchs right?

“...You’re horny?” Bernard asked, his brow furrowed with confusion. “Horny as in you want to plough a mare, or do you intend to start a life as a unicorn?”

“The former. And incredibly so.” Fuchs replied, promptly turning sideways to his friend to show off his equine genitals. Even as a human, Bernard could tell his friend’s nuts were visibly swollen and hanging a bit lower than when he’d occasionally caught the accidental glance at Fuchs’ stallion package before. A good five inches of the imposing equine dick was hanging out from the dark sheath, a few more inches dropping out as Fuchs displayed his junk at Bernard.

Although he had seen his fair share of mare cunts and floppy stallion cocks in the camp during the past few months, Bernard could not bring himself to say anything as he stared at Fuchs’ groin.

“Do you remember when I studied about centaurs before we embarked on this trip?” Fuchs asked, sounding oddly agitated as he seemed to be trying to forget his stallion bits.

“Yeah…” Bernard muttered.

“Do you remember the rumors that I told you, that centaurs were… Concupiscent? Lusty?”

Thinking back, Bernard could in fact remember Fuchs having told him something like that at the start of their journey to find the centaurs. The confused knight slowly nodded his head.

“Well let me tell you, that those weren’t just rumors,” Fuchs spoke in a hushed tone, another few inches of his equine crotch-column getting pushed out from his sheath. “As it turns out, centaurs – me included – are not just a bit more prone to sexual urges than you humans. Our sex drive… Well… The human libido doesn’t even come close in comparison.” The restless stallion explained.

“So when we got to the village, let’s say I… Overindulged myself in the centaur ways of… Relieving those particular urges. Hell, there hasn’t been almost a single day in the past three moons that I haven’t stuck my dick inside a mare’s cunt at least once. And now I just can’t stop thinking about it…”

Bernard’s wide eyes followed as more and more of Fuchs’ girthy cock slithered out of its sheath, a good half of the three-foot-long phallic beast hanging out beneath the chestnut centaur’s belly.

“Fuck do my balls feel heavy…” Fuchs muttered under his breath. “And also… Did you really not notice anything in the village? The people having sex, I mean?”

“Well, I mean I did a few times.” Bernard defended his ignorance. “But you know, the times I’ve seen a drunken guardsman and a strumpet going at it in broad daylight at the back alleys of a city center aren’t exactly that few, so I just didn’t think much of it.”

“...Then I suppose they were being considerate of you. They must have held themselves back whenever you were around. Because let me tell you, they were constantly mounting one another whenever it was just me going through the village… And you even hung out with the stallion bachelors with me multiple times. Those guys had nothing but mares on their minds and they weren’t too shy to show it either! Did you really not pick up on how horny everyone was?”

“Hehehey~ In my defense human bachelors are just the same if you leave them alone with one another. The time I spent training as a knight under Duke Vchellecs… You should have heard the things some of the other trainees, as well as the instructors, said in the city’s bathhouse after training. Admittedly no one ever started jerking off… Or maybe once someone did… But it was not that different from you and your goons back at the village.” Bernard defended himself once again, unsure of whether he should be looking at the full mare-stuffing mast that now hung out half erect between his friend’s hind legs.

“Yeah, you’re probably right… Sorry…” The red-headed centaur shook his head. “I just really need to get my mind off this…” Fuchs sighed, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths as some of his centaurian semi-chub carefully retracted into its leathery hiding place; most likely as a result of some ironclad mental effort by the stallion.

“What you need is to get mount yourself a mare.” Bernard chuckled.

“Exactly my plan!” Fuchs replied without hesitation. “Come! I’ll quickly mount Armena or Josefine once we return to the campsite. I’ll try to explain more afterward.” The chestnut Hanoverian promptly launched into a hurried trot, leaving his confused best friend dozens of feet behind before Bernard knew to start jogging after him.

Bernard remained thoroughly puzzled the entire way back to the clearing, having yet to fully process the strange conversation he had just had with his friend. He was also incredibly taken aback by Fuchs’ apparent certainty that one of the two mares of their group would let him mount one of them just like that. Neither Josefine nor Armena had struck him as a particularly unchaste girl and it was strange to think that either of the two would agree to having sex without a second thought. Ultimately, the human knight had to just accept his ignorance regarding the habits of the centaurs and decide to see things for himself.

About halfway into the two friends’ trot through the forest, Fuchs’ equine dick slipped out of its sheath again, conspicuously dancing beneath the chestnut stallion’s belly as it gradually grew more and more erect, eventually tautening into a firm pole of stallion sex that was sure to please any mare lucky enough to receive it. Bernard did his best not to look at it, as hard as that was.

Emerging from amidst the birches and alders onto the expanse where they had set up their campsite, Fuchs and Bernard ran into Armena almost immediately, the brunette mare having seemingly come out to meet them. She looked surprised but offered the two knights a calm smile, curiously observing the pair of panting men, especially Fuchs whose stallionhood was in full battle mode and incredibly hard to miss. Niclas and Josefine seemed to be missing from the clearing, the dark silhouette of Bernard’s mount Reys standing alone next to four large tents in the middle of the sunny glen.

“Back already?” Armena asked, elevating her eyebrows.

“Yes… Could I mount you really quickly? I’m having a small… Well, big predicament of sorts here.” Fuchs asked, being shockingly direct about his intentions, at least for Bernard’s ears. The hot and bothered stallion turned his body a little bit, showing off his gargantuan cock to the female centaur with a stern but pleading look on his face.

Bernard flinched and nearly took a step back out of caution as Fuchs’ colt cannon flared and slapped against his equine abdomen twice in quick succession, indicating a dire need from the red-haired knight.

“I thought you’d never ask…” Armena smiled, blushing gently as she looked at Fuchs’ arousal. “Although…” She muttered, carefully glancing at Bernard. “Are you sure you want to do it in front of Bernard? Wasn’t he a bit…”

“He’ll manage.” Fuchs groaned. “I don’t… Unless I can mount you right fucking now.”

“No need to tell me twice then, Mr. Knight!” Armena giggled with a nod of her head, deftly turning around on the grass and presenting her caramel rump at the two friends.

Bernard could feel his heart skipping a beat as Armena promptly flicked her tail to the side, revealing her horse pussy at him and Fuchs, the puffy lips of her marehood winking desirously towards the excited stallion. One could both see and hear that the mare was already wet, the gentle squishing sound of her contracting cunt unmistakably erotic.

Not fully knowing if he should be feeling embarrassed, awkward, or aroused, Bernard flinched again as Fuchs abruptly reared right next to him, his cock swinging up like a big, fleshy battering ram as he walked two steps with his hind legs, jumping onto Armena’s lower back without hesitation as the saddlebags slipped off his back. The stallion did not say a word as he hastily positioned himself on top of his partner, locking her between his forelegs as he began to palpate her rump with the flared tip of his horsecock, prompting the brunette mare’s sex to wink twice as furiously as it had before. Fuchs adjusted his position once or twice, performing a few thrusts with his powerful horse hips, just barely slipping past the dark she-horse gates that desperately desired his touch on his first few attempts. After a few more frustrating misses, the chestnut centaur was however able to hit his mark, successfully plunging the tip of his stallionhood into the sodden caress of Armena’s femininity. And as soon as he was in, Fuchs impatiently jumped forward, slamming the remainder of his three-foot cunt-baster inside his mare.

“Mmhhh~ Somebody’s in a hurry!” Armena giggled as her lower half shook with satisfaction. “I thought you wanted to give your friend a proper show?”

The mare’s amused words completely slipped past Bernard, who was intensely staring at the two half-horses who were currently joined at the hip with his mouth half open and eyes big as a pair of goose eggs.

“No…I just need to blow off some steam.” Fuchs muttered, his eyes nearly rolling up into his head as the robust musculature of his lower half twitched fervently. “We’ll save the real fun for later…”

And with those words, Fuchs began hammering himself against Armena’s rump, completely oblivious to anything and everything around him as fucked the brunette mare at a pace that seemed almost impossible to reach with a body as big as his. The huffing stallion knight was pushing himself forward with his hind legs, moving the entire upper half of his body as he pounded Armena from behind at full rut speed, his huge stallion testes pummeling a lewd rhythm onto the female centaur’s caramel backside. Being in too much of a rush to breed the brunette filly, Fuchs didn’t even bother to grab his partner’s shoulders for balance, and instead hovered his human half high in the air, towering over both Bernard and Armena with his height.

The sex was wild and intense. ‘Animalistic‘ was perhaps the adjective that popped into Bernard’s head first as he followed the speedy romp from the side, silently watching how Armena’s pussy squirted out equine love nectar each time Fuchs pumped his hips. The mare did not seem to mind Fuchs being rough with her and was enjoying herself very much, evidenced by her left hind hoof occasionally leaving the grass as she desirously leaned back against Fuchs’ wildly bucking hips, her delicate face slowly lighting up with ecstasy.

As heated as the equine humping was, the mounting in its entirety was rather short-lived. Just as Bernard thought that Fuchs was starting to pick up his speed even further, the red-haired stallion groaned and brought his hips to a halt, Armena subsequently muffling a moan behind her palm. The dumbfounded human watched as his best friend’s hefty colt containers rose up against his sheath, the thick equine shaft pulsating as it expeditiously pumped their contents inside the she-centaur’s greedy womb tunnel.

It was all over in a blink of an eye, and suddenly Fuchs was already dismounting Armena, carefully sliding himself off her back, retracting his filly-filler from his panting partner. The tip of the gargantuan horse love tool was fully flared as it exited Armena’s lower lips, allowing Fuchs’ thick stallion seed to start gushing out from inside her.

“Thanks! You had no idea how much I needed that. Sorry that it was so quick. I’ll mount you again later… That, or you can ask Niclas to mount you as well.” Fuchs huffed, suddenly seeming much more calm and relaxed than Bernard had seen him for days. Armena smiled and blew the stallion a kiss, carefully lowering her rump to the ground while Fuchs’ stallion goo continued to leak out of her pussy.

Fuchs turned around to face Bernard, whose eyes were firmly locked on the swollen horsecock beneath his friend’s waist. The equine mating instrument began to slowly lose its stiffness and react back into its leathery home cave above Fuchs’ balls as both men waited for the other to start talking.

“What… Did you just do?” Bernard asked after a long silence, as the raunchy odor of centaur cum finally reached his nose

“I mounted her,” Fuchs replied nonchalantly with a shrug. “What did it look like?”

“Couldn’t you at least have given me a heads-up before you started humping her… Or better yet, why didn’t you go twenty feet behind the bushes to do your business?”

“Like I told you, I can’t really help it. Stallions get urges and if ignored they eventually take control. I was at my limit just for three days without mounting anyone. That’s how insane of a sex drive we centaurs have.” Fuchs explained. “And I’m probably not even done for today. I feel like I could go at least a dozen more times. I will probably have to mount Josefine once she returns; by the way, where is she, and where’s Niclas?”

“They went to get water from a nearby stream,” Armena replied, carefully fixing her hair which had become a bit disheveled from the fierce pounding she had taken on.

“Right… But so, if you’ve been wondering what has been wrong with me lately, it has been this.” Fuchs sighed.

“...So you centaurs just fuck all the time? All of you?” Bernard asked, still in a bit of shock from what he had just witnessed.

“We’re kind of forced to. The urge to mount or get mounted is almost like the need to eat, drink, or sleep for us. What you saw just now, was the bare minimum, fastest way to satiate that urge. Most stallions do something like that multiple times a day… I’ll usually go for around twice or thrice a day, perhaps a few times more if I’m a bit pent up.” Fuchs explained further, being unable to fully mask the hint of pride in his voice as he bragged about his tally.

“Now it makes even less sense why I didn’t see any of this back at the village.” Bernard groaned, shaking his head.

“As I said, I think they were being considerate of you. And they were probably right to be since I can see that this has been a bit of a shock to you.” Fuch said, folding his arms. “Anyhow, seeing how you’re now aware of what is going on, I suggest you get used to me and Niclas occasionally mounting the girls for the duration of this trip. You wouldn’t want to travel with four short-tempered centaurs, would you?”

“I don’t suppose I have much of a choice, do I?”

“...Not really, no,” Fuchs said as bluntly as ever.

“Fine… It’ll take some getting used to but I won’t forbid you from shagging if you need it to stay sane.” Bernard said with a sigh, scratching his bearded chin.

“I’m glad you understand. I should have probably brought this up earlier so I wouldn’t have to be so in-your-face about it just now… But you know…” Suddenly there was a playful twinkle in the red-haired stallion’s eyes.

“You’re more than welcome to join in if you’re feeling left out. Even if you’re not as endowed as me or Niclas, you probably have a lot more stamina thanks to your human physique. You could probably last a lot longer than a stallion. I’m sure the mares would like that too.”

“Definitely!” Armena chimed in, giving Bernard a sly wink, leading the flummoxed human to blush ever so slightly.

“Lucky for me, my urges are not as rowdy as yours and I don’t need to get my rocks off thrice a day,” Bernard replied sarcastically but with a smile, picking up the saddlebags full of firewood that had slipped down from Fuchs’ back when he had mounted Armena.

“Let’s get back to the camp superstud!”

Fuchs promptly helped Armena up from the ground and the three of them began walking towards the middle of the green glen, Bernard marching in front with the satchels of wood slung over his right shoulder as the two centaurs held up the rear. None of them spoke during the short walk, an awkward tension filling the air between the brunette man and the chestnut stallion, Fuchs seemingly also realizing he might have gone a bit overboard mounting a mare in front of his friend like that. Being the perceptive girl that she was, Armena sensed the tension between the two friends and also held her tongue, walking calmly next to Fuchs, matching her hoof steps with his.

Returning over to the patch of tamped-down grass where the four tents stood, the group of three was surprised to find Niclas and Josefine already there. The two of them had lit up a small campfire that spit out grey smoke which was then subsequently swept away by the breeze as it rose towards the sky. The blonde stallion and blue-eyed mare could instantly sense something was wrong as the rest of their party returned to the camp in complete silence.

“Something wrong?” Niclas asked in his deep baritone voice.

“...Not really,” Fuchs replied, scratching the back of his head. “Bernard just found out how often centaurs need to quench their sexual needs. He’s probably a bit shocked that he will see us mount the girls from here out… And perhaps my demonstration regarding the matter wasn’t the most tactful.”

The chestnut stallion cleared his throat while Bernard threw down the saddlebags, confirming Fuchs’ story with a nod.

“Actually, could you also try explaining it to him, Niclas? You’ve dealt with this a lot longer than I have since I didn’t have these urges before I came to the village. Perhaps you could try to enlighten Bernard a little bit.”

Niclas chuckled and kicked the grass with his forehooves.

“What’s there to explain?” He said, flashing a smirk that was very uncharacteristic of him. “The body wants what it wants. Centaurs have been like this long before humans even arrived on these lands. If they want to feel ashamed and repress their natural urges that is their business, but one cannot stop centaurs from fucking any more than they could stop us from breathing I can tell you that much. Every stallion can. That’s not too hard to understand is it?”

Bernard didn’t have anything to say against the blonde stallion’s argument.

“You hear that? It’s really not that complicated. Ever since the first few days in the village, I’ve had those same urges bothering me every single day to a varying extent. And the only way to get rid of them is to either masturbate or find a willing mare and mount her.”

“Luckily, most stallions have a wide selection when it comes to the latter.” Josefined butted in. “Us mares are just as guilty of these desires as the men of our kind. If we don’t have something to fill our cunts every now and then we’ll grow just as restless as the stallions.”

Armena nodded her head to the other mare’s statement.

“And I know that full balls might sound like a minor inconvenience in theory, but having your mind constantly burdened with sex can be really exhausting. Just like it has been for the past few days.” Fuchs continued. “Hell, back when we were riding earlier, even Reys’ black rump started to look dangerously enticing to me. I was getting that desperate to mount something.”

Bernard still didn’t say a word.

“...But, since you now know that’s how things are with us, we will stop holding ourselves back. Speaking of, all this talk about mounting and urges has gotten me really riled up once again…” Fuchs said, casually dropping almost all three feet of hardening horsecock from his sheath in one go. “Do you think I could mount you again, Armena? I know I was kind of impatient with you before so I was hoping we could take things a bit slower this time around.”

Bernard was served yet another culture shock as he watched how Armena began casually undressing herself without even verbally agreeing to the stallion’s proposal. Reaching behind her back, she unfastened the leather corset hugging her waist and abdomen while the stallion next to her hastily divested himself of his shirt, Fuchs revealing his toned upper body which seemed to have gained even more muscle from when Bernard had last gotten a proper look at it. In no time at all, Armena had gotten rid of her white blouse and simple undergarments, her shapely breasts happily busting out from underneath the white fabric, the mare seemingly enjoying the attention they garnered from both the two stallions as well as Bernard.

“You know… Having so much sex does have its perks.“ Fuchs said patting the well-defined abdominal muscles of his human half, prying Bernard’s attention away from Armena’s bare chest. “I don’t remember being this fit in years even with all the training I do. Who knew regular mare mounting was so good at building up muscle and endurance… And that goes for both this… “The stallion smirked, flexing his upper body. “As well as this,” He winked and slapped his cock against his belly.

“Why are you showing off to your friend, when you should be showing off to me?” Armena giggled, mimicking a tone of jealousy. “Aren’t you supposed to be my stallion?”

The brunette mare callously stepped in front of Fuchs, bending down her torso so that she was able to plant a kiss on the firm abs the stallion was showing off, subsequently running her tongue all the way up to his neck in what was the first instance of centaur foreplay Bernard witnessed for himself. Fuchs’ body reacted immediately, his taut member flaring as it slapped against his belly three times in quick succession, leaking a hefty amount of stallion pre in the process. Armena finished by giving Fuchs a gentle kiss on the lips before teasingly running her hand along his furry flanks as she carefully circled him, eventually parking herself in the perfect mounting position about two feet away from Fuchs’ forehooves.

Bernard felt a strange, sensual shiver dancing up and down his spine as his ears recognized the lewd sound of Armena’s marehood winking at the eager male behind it, his eyes being drawn to the moist equine sex almost against his will. The drenched horse pussy winked a few more times, a small river of Armena’s mare nectar glimmering on the fur of her left thigh as her body invited Fuchs in.

“In case you were wondering…”

Bernard nearly jumped out of his boots as he suddenly felt Josefine’s warm breath brushing against his ear, the blue-eyed mare having sneaked her way next to him and bent herself down to whisper to the knight.

“This is usually how centaur courtship goes. The stallion asks permission to mount the mare by slapping his rod against his belly. Then the mare indicates her willingness by sticking out her rump and winking her cunt at the stallion. Naturally, it can go the other way around as well.” She explained, giving lewd commentary on what Bernard had just witnessed a few seconds ago.

“Haha~! What a cunning move from Armena!” Niclas chuckled, suddenly rising to his hooves. “Just look at Fuchs! The poor colt can barely see straight from how much he wants to mount her.”

The blonde stallion pointed at the flared tip of Fuchs’ equine endowment which throbbed impatiently, spewing out impressive volumes of translucent pre-ejaculate.

“I better give him a hand. I doubt he’ll be able to get it in without help.”

Bernard could do nothing but watch with wide eyes as Niclas promptly walked his way over to the about-to-mount couple, Fuchs already jumping onto Armena’s back, his muscular chest heaving along his heavy breath, his eyes gleaming with lust. The chestnut centaur attempted to once again find his target with a couple of blind jabs at Armena’s ample backside, his success being just as poor as the last time he had tried, all six of his thrusts missing the wet valley of centaur sex. His would-be seventh attempt was abruptly cut short as Niclas leaned forward without hesitation and quite brutishly grabbed the other stallion slightly below his flare, guiding the throbbing tip of Fuchs’ colt cannon to Armena’s quivering cunt like it was something he did every day.

As soon as Niclas let go of Fuchs’ member, the stallion knight pushed forward, moaning with pleasure as the length of his stallionhood sunk deep inside the moist walls of Armena’s sex. Unlike before, Fuchs didn’t immediately launch a barrage of impatient thrusts on his mare’s curvaceous rump right after the initial penetration, instead relaxing himself on the female centaur’s back, snuggling against her. He kissed her neck before playfully biting down on the side of her nape whilst wrapping his strong arms around her bare torso. The stallion’s strong hands quickly found their way onto Armena’s alluring tits, and the naked mare moaned with joy as Fuchs greedily sunk his fingers into their supple mass. Only after that, did the chestnut centaur start moving his hips.

This time around, the sex between the two was a lot more sensual, a lot more erotic. Although the movement of Fuchs’ hips was slow, each small jab, gentle gyration, and the occasional aggressive thrust were filled with passion and both parties engaged in the public fluid exchange seemed to enjoy themselves even more than before. Bernard was almost shocked at how different it all was compared to the intense, fast fuck he had witnessed at the edge of the clearing.

Fuchs embraced Armena from behind, keeping up a lazy, but steady pace for moving his horse haunches. Bernard could see his friend’s thick instrument of equine love periodically emerging from between the dark lips of Armena’s pussy, the erect stallion shaft slathered with more and more mare juices each time. On the receiving end of the stallion knights’ tender lovemaking, Armena moaned with all the erotic notes a mare’s vocal cords were able to produce, subtly leaning herself against her stallion’s movements, her whole frame fluttering in delight whenever Fuchs flared his cock near her womb. A wild but beautiful smile of satisfaction adorned the sharp features of her face.

“Aight, that should do it!” Niclas said as he stepped away from the couple. It was only when the blonde stallion spoke again, that Bernard noticed the absolute trunk of a horsecock hanging half-erect beneath the strapping draft male’s belly. It was even longer than Fuchs’, its circumference also easily beating the copper-haired stallion’s endowment. Niclas had been carrying a real battering ram inside his sheath. A big cock for a big stallion.

It didn’t take long before the big draft stallion cock already slapped against the cold-blooded centaur’s muscular belly as Niclas – understandably riled up from watching the other two – sought to mount the other available mare. Josefine smiled and stepped away from Bernard, giving the dazed human a parting wink. “And yes, it can be just this spontaneous.”

Presenting her caramel haunches at the bigger stallion, Josefine tossed her tail above her back and winked her pussy at Niclas who promptly mounted her. Blessed with a bit more patience than Bernard’s friend, the blonde stallion was able to find his way inside Josefine’s marehood all by himself, albeit not without a few failed attempts as seemed to be the norm for stallions. Josefine moaned and arched her back as the draft stallion’s immense girth sunk into her, gasping for air as her body became electrified with pleasure.

The two of them stopped for a while, Niclas pulling off his simple cotton shirt before helping Josefine get rid of her corset and blouse, another pair of beautifully shaped, perky she-taur breasts soon bouncing their way into Bernard’s view. Those breasts subsequently began jumping up and down as the second pair of lovers began their own gentle-paced romp, the movement of their bodies just as erotic and passionate as that of Fuchs and Armena’s. Niclas' heavy-duty horse haunches bumped against Josefine’s lankier female figure at a relaxed pace, the big stallion using his size to his advantage in making every impact between his loins and the mare’s rump as pleasurable as possible. Josefine’s face slowly took on the same expression of lust and satisfaction worn by her sister as the robust draft male carefully nudged her towards a climax with his breeding pillar, her eager cunt doing its best to milk the male centaur for a hefty load of colts.

Bernard was suddenly trapped bouncing his eyes between two pairs of mating centaurs, his ears reacting to every sultry moan leaving the mares’ delicate lips as well as the deeper, satisfied grunts released by the two stallions mounting them. It was impossible for him not to also pay attention to the wet sounds of equine lewdness as the pair of horsecocks steadily plunged in and out of the two incredibly moist centaur cunts, as those alone were enough to paint a perfectly vivid picture of what was going on between Armena and Josefine’s hind legs. Bernard had to admit that watching the two couples was incredibly arousing, especially if he focused on the sensually heaving upper bodies of the two mares who looked incredibly rousing as they got their cunts filled with throbbing stallioncock.

Josefine’s bright voice echoed around the glen as she suddenly moaned underneath Niclas, her blushing face contorting into a grin best described as slutty as the second couple finished slightly before Fuchs and Armena. Bernard saw how Niclas’ mighty draft nuts pulsed and rose up into his groin, being more than capable of imagining what took place within the walls of Josefine’s love tunnel. The thought about the proportions of Niclas’ fully flared mare fucker made the knight shudder just a bit while the stallion in question released his colts into Josefine’s womb.

And as Niclas was busy pumping his seed inside Josefine’s greedy mare hole, Fuchs and Armena promptly froze where they stood, their ecstatic expressions telling everyone everything necessary about why they had stopped moving so suddenly. Armena muffled a moan into the back of her palm as a torrent of thick stallion seed rushed into her cunt from Fuchs' flared impregnation pole, her whole body shuddering as she was once again filled to the brim with the copper-haired knight’s liquid offspring. Fuchs’ haunches twitched around two dozen times as he ejaculated inside his lover in short, intense bursts, cumming continuously for nearly twenty seconds as he was still quite pent up from his three days of abstinence on the road.

Both couples remained still for a few moments after the two stallions had finished their dirty work, Fuchs and Niclas eventually climbing down from the rumps of their respective mares, their receding flares giving way to a pair of centaur cum waterfalls from Josefine and Armena’s cunts.

“Phew… Man, did I need that!” Fuchs yawned and stretched his upper body while his cock slowly retreated back into its leathery home between his thighs. “I think that’s about enough for today… I wouldn’t want Bernard to see too much centaur sex before he has the time to process everything that he has already seen tonight.”

“How gallant of you…” Bernard muttered sarcastically.

“Anyway, I heard that the two of you went out to get water earlier. Is there a stream nearby? I’d love to wash myself after sweating all day inside my armor.” Fuchs asked from Niclas and Josefine, the somewhat shaky mare promptly nodding her head.

“Yes, there’s a stream not far from here. Come along and I’ll show you. I just thought of taking a bath myself.” Josefine said, turning around on her hooves. “Do you want to come too, Armena?”

“Sure! A quick dip in a forest stream should be refreshing.”

“How about you, Niclas?”

The blonde stallion scratched his head and eventually shrugged after contemplating for a while.

“Whyever not.”

“Then how about…”

All four centaurs simultaneously turned their attention towards Bernard, who was quick to shake his head.

“You can go ahead and take your bath. I suppose you all need it more than me anyway… And besides I better get dinner started, or otherwise I’ll have to attempt cooking in the dark.” Bernard said, managing to come up with a reasonable excuse on the spot. “I’ll go wash up after you’ve returned…”

Fuchs looked at his human friend, wearing the expression of wanting to say something but being unsure of what that something exactly was. The chestnut stallion ultimately stayed silent and began walking off with the others towards the stream, leaving Bernard alone in the camp with Reys.

Bernard sighed and shook his head, trying to get all the images of equine lewdness out of his head to no avail. Looking in the direction of his charcoal mount, the knight noticed that the young stallion was also erect, most likely having gotten excited whilst the four centaurs had mounted each other.

“Not you too…” Bernard groaned, turning away and walking over to the saddlebags, from where he promptly began looking for cooking utensils.

…

Bernard sat alone near his tent, focusing his eyes on the blade of his sword which reflected the beautifully dancing flames of the campfire. The buoyant conversation between the four centaurs sitting closer to the campfire was blocked out every few seconds by the high-pitched sound of a whetstone the dark-haired knight dragged along the edge of his weapon. Although the sword hadn’t seen much use in the past few days, Bernard was always very conscientious when it came to maintaining his weapon and felt it had been too long since he last sharpened it. In addition, the act which required both skill and concentration was the perfect distraction from earlier events of the evening, which still very much haunted the young man’s thoughts.

The sun had already set an hour earlier, its warm glow now replaced by the pale silvery moonlight which tried its best to fight back against the darkness attempting to wrap the world in its murky mantle. The forest was peaceful and silent. The moonlit glen carried a somewhat mystical atmosphere that was abruptly broken in the very middle by the happily blazing campfire and its light.

Putting down the whetstone from his hand, Bernard bit down on a thick shred of dried rabbit meat, starting to chew down on the salty piece of preserved food as he switched the sharpening tool to a cotton rag he had dipped in some oil, conducting the finishing touches of proper sword maintenance on his blade. The reflections that danced on the surface of the shiny steel weapon grew brighter with the addition of the highly reflective oil, the light bouncing directly into Bernard’s eyes, prompting him to grimace and cast his gaze away as the sudden stimulation cost him some of his natural night vision.

Being busy rubbing his eyes into his left forearm, Bernard almost didn’t notice the careful hoof steps approaching him from the direction of the campfire.

“Hey there…”

Bernard blinked his eyes a few times before lifting his gaze at the copper-haired stallion who had come out to greet him. The expression on Fuchs’ face was simultaneously apologetic and also a hint awkward which instantly gave away what he had come to discuss with the other knight.

“Is your back any better?” Fuchs asked, trying his best to act casual around his friend.

“Yeah… Moderately.” Bernard chuckled dryly, wiping the excess oil off his blade before carefully sheathing it.

“Are your desires less of a distraction now that you’ve mounted Armena a few times?”

“Yeah… Moderately.” Fuchs replied with a grin which was promptly mimicked by Bernard.

As it felt like the air between the two had been cleared to some extent, Fuchs carefully seated himself next to Bernard, who promptly offered the awkwardly sitting half-horse a shred of his dried rabbit snack. After a minute or so of the two silently munching on the salty meat, Fuchs eventually spoke up.

“I’m sorry if I was a bit… Untactful before. It must have been quite the shock to see one’s friend bumping hips with a mare out of nowhere. I would have probably been the same way had I seen something like that for the first time. And I actually kinda was when I saw some of the villagers doing it more or less in public when we first arrived. Of course, by then I was also starting to have the same desires myself so it probably wouldn’t compare to how you felt today.”

“Yeah… I suppose it was all just the perfect storm of confusion. A real hard slap across the face from multiple directions. Being unsure if you’re watching horses or humans humping, having one of the parties involved being someone you have known for years; someone who you thought you knew… Finding out that centaurs have different standards for shame and so on…” Bernard replied, gazing up at the stars.

“It might take me some getting used to in regards to you and Niclas mounting Josefine and Armena from here on… But I suppose adapting to new things is what we humans are good at. Besides, I don’t consider myself to be as prudish as most of us are. I wouldn’t want you, or the others for that matter, to strain yourselves in order to appease me. Especially if you centaurs really can’t help it.”

“Thanks… I suppose I should have brought this up earlier so it wouldn’t have had to shove it all in your face like this during one evening.”

“What’s done is done. The body wants what it wants, wasn’t that what Niclas said?” Bernard chuckled, leaning back against his arms and stretching out his legs.

“...So you centaurs are just constantly horny, huh?”

“One could say that, yeah…” Fuchs grinned. “My urges have calmed down somewhat ever since we left the village; I suppose the range of available mares has something to do with it. That was partly why I was able to abstain for so long. Usually going even one day without proper release is a long time for a stallion.”

“Yeah. It can see how it would be hard for anyone to resist the temptation if you have a whole village shagging it out between themselves day in and day out… And the mares of the herd were all pretty beautiful.”

“If you’d only seen just a few of them naked…” Fuchs huffed with amusement, receiving a brotherly bump from Bernard’s fist to his withers.

A relaxed silence fell between the pair of friends as the two successfully reconciled. For a brief while both of them just stared at the campfire and ate some more rabbit meat.

“Actually… Could I… Tell you something. Regarding all this. How centaurs don’t think much of casual sex.” Fuchs spoke in a tone that was both serious and riddled with anxiety.

“...Sure. I’m not sure if can fully relate but I’ll try to.” Bernard replied.

“Well, you see… Ever since I started obeying my newly-discovered urges all the… Stuff that previously made, sex… Exciting. Special. I feel like I’ve been slowly starting to lose that,” Fuchs explained. “Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy mounting and have fun doing it, but lately it has just started to feel a bit… Mundane I suppose.”

Bernard tilted his head as Fuchs searched for his words for a while.

“I mean, you saw it yourself. Sex between centaurs can be really quick and… Transactional. Just hop on, pump your hips for a few seconds, and ejaculate inside the mare. There’s barely any actual courting involved. I can just step up to a mare that I fancy, slap my dick on my belly, and mount her just like that. Having that kind of sex doesn’t feel special. It is just me satisfying an urge, like eating a meal or taking a piss in the woods. Do you get what I am saying?”

“Hmmm… So what you’re saying is that you miss the romance surrounding sex?” Bernard asked, elevating his dark eyebrows.

“Yes! The kind which bards write songs about. Passion powerful enough to make me weak in the knees or something like that.”

“I suppose frequent humping might have that effect, yes…” Bernard chuckled “...Have you tried applying your knight’s charm on any of the mares you’ve met?”

“I suppose the first few until I found out that was mostly unnecessary. What has that got to do with this?”

“Well you see, I think what you’ve just said is the issue. ‘Until I found out that was mostly unnecessary’. Both you and most mares I assume, have grown too accustomed to romanceless sex. But if you were to treat each time as a bit more than just draining your balls, you could get a lot more out of it. Your partner as well.” Bernard explained.

“I mean, the sex will be as romantic as you make it. A quick shag between a drunkard and a strumpet probably doesn’t differ much from what you’ve described happens between centaurs on a daily basis. But, let’s say you take your lovely mare for a nice, long walk through a forest, find a calm, recluse clearing away from prying eyes, start honeying her up with compliments, touch her, kiss her, disrobe her, and do a little foreplay before actually mounting her. Wouldn’t you think that might elevate the experience? And I am not saying you should do just that all the time for extra romance, just to come up with something a bit different for each time you want it to feel special. I don’t exactly know how flexible the centaur body is, but you could always try different positions as well.”

Fuchs thought about what his friend had said, silently staring into the dancing flames of the campfire for some time.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He said after a while. “I should start changing the way I treat relieving my own desires… I had no idea you were such a romantic.”

“Hahaha~ One tends to pick up a thing or two if they attend as many inns and taverns as I have. You’d be surprised how many fat merchants and middle-aged nobles suffer from the same issue as you. I’ve also read my fair share of that bard poetry you talked about. And who understands the female mind better than they do? Judging by the number of songs there are about a bard escaping a furious husband once he finds them in bed with his wife, they should have heard plenty of things from dissatisfied women.”

“I suppose so…” Fuchs chuckled, soon getting back up onto his hooves.

“Thanks. I knew you’d have something worthwhile to say to my problem. And oh, just a heads-up but I’ll probably mount Josefine first thing tomorrow morning. You know, just to get myself started for the day.”

“Thanks for refreshing my memory about that… It’s not like I was going to dream exclusively about humping centaurs tonight, but now I’m pretty much forced to!” Bernard replied sarcastically.

“Haha! Better you get used to it now than spend a whole week mulling over it.” Fuchs waved his hand at Bernard, slowly walking his way back to the other centaurs.

…

The ferns rustled in Bernard’s boots as the dark-haired knight made his way through the moonlit forest. The night was calm and the wilderness was quiet. The eerie territorial call of a male eagle owl echoed somewhere towards the east, the rodent-dieted predator bird’s taunts being responded to by another male of the same feather, this one much closer to Bernard. Even though he could see relatively well in the starlit night of late summer, the man clad in only his shirt, trousers, and boots, held his right hand close to the hilt of his sword as a good knight should.

Bernard had been unable to sleep with the vivid imagery of mounting centaurs still persistently haunting his thoughts long after sunset. Having tossed and turned in his tent for a few hours, he had ultimately decided to go for a walk, not only to clear his mind of all the centaur sex he witnessed but also to stretch his back which was still aching a bit. His four half-human half-horse comrades had all been asleep in their tents when the knight had eventually snuck out of the camp.

Being blessed with an exceptionally good sense of direction, Bernard had taken to simply wandering around the forest with no particular aim or direction, mentally keeping track of various landmarks he could use to find his way back if necessary. Making a list of all the peculiar rocks, broken branches, old tree stumps, and anthills was just the perfect exercise to get his mind off the events of the evening, allowing the man to zone out and keep walking wherever his feet took him. Bernard wasn’t even quite sure how long he had been walking, because of how deeply he concentrated on his self-imposed task of surveying the silent forest scenery expanding into every direction around him.

Passing a lonely oak in the birch-dominated depths of the uninhabited verdure, Bernard happened upon a narrow, overgrown path that weaved its way through the ferns, and nettles covering the forest floor. There was a patch of mud right next to the path, and on the mud was the distinct imprint of a deer hoof; most likely that of an adult male judging by the depth and area of the imprint. The small trace of wildlife captured the knight’s attention and he promptly crouched down to inspect the muddly animal track. And that was when he heard it.

A sudden, gentle breeze passing between the aging tree trunks carried a buoyant giggle – a woman’s – into Bernard’s ears, prompting him to perk up his head and inspect the surrounding environment. There was nothing to be seen. And as the breeze died, so did the bright expression of elation floating on its curls; both just as quickly as they had appeared.

Bernard stood up slowly and listened. Gripping the hilt of his weapon a little bit tighter he stood perfectly still for almost two minutes, trying to catch the mysterious woman’s voice again. However, there was nothing to be heard. Even the hooting of the eagle owl had suddenly grown silent.

Just as the knight was ready to brush off what he heard as a delusion spawned by his tired mind and return to moving his feet, he heard a different female voice in the form of a scream. It wasn’t a scream of terror or fright but instead of excitement and joy. Nevertheless, it prompted a shiver of unease to dance down Bernard’s spine.

Bernard’s feet moved before his mind had decided whether it should be wary or curious about the presence of the female voices in the midnight forest. Moving as silently as an assassin amongst the undergrowth, he began sneaking past the birches and alders, pouring all his concentration onto listening to the distant female voices emerging from the depths of the forest.

Following the faint sounds of jubilation as if he was in a trance, Bernard began to eventually make out more voices than the first two, his keen ears picking up at least four more female voices, all of which were distractingly similar but still had a distinct melodious ring which separated from each other. The voices grew louder the closer the curious knight got to their hosts, and soon enough Bernard began to hear speech and words, most of which were all masked behind playful giggles and bright laughter. He did not understand the language, but still felt as if the voices were whispering for him to come closer.

Carefully sliding through the dark shadows cast by the verdure around him, Bernard eventually found his way next to a small clearing, carefully crouching behind the trunk of an old willow as his eyes saw movement on the moonlit expanse. Pushing some of the younger, flexible willow saplings away from his line of sight, the knight immediately froze as he was allowed an unobstructed view of whose laughter had lured him here.

The green glade with a small, clear pond decorating its center was populated by around a dozen naked women. A few of them lay down on the grass, their pale skin and feminine silhouette standing out against the murky background as they gazed up at the night sky, occasionally pointing at the stars whilst giggling amongst themselves. A few others were enjoying themselves in the pond – the water of which Bernard couldn’t imagine being anything other than dangerously chilly – casually lounging either in, or next to the small body of water, talking and laughing just like the girls Bernard had seen in his hometown. At least two pairs of the bare-bodied, long-haired women were actively braiding or combing each others’ hair, sitting down on a bed of moss with each of their faces drawn into a smile. The women were all slender and had long arms and legs, each of their heads decorated by luscious threads of hair that reached down almost to their waists, colors ranging from pale blonde to the dark shade of syrup.

All of it was like something out of a ballad or a painting: a view equally bizarre and beautiful which anyone lucky enough to lay their eyes upon could not help but admire. But as beautiful as the view of the young women playfully frolicking on the open glen was to his eyes, Bernard was able to see it for what it actually was.

The women were Dryads. Sirens of the earth as some adventurers called them. They were magical beings that were said to be extremely elusive and that only dwelled in the most remote forests of uninhabited lands. Despite their alluring and fragile appearance, they were known to possess powerful magical abilities and were said to be able to command fully grown trees to move as they wished. Although they were usually not considered to be hostile towards any kind of life, it was said that they only voluntarily interacted with Satyrs, shying away from the presence of other intelligent life. Thus was why seeing a Dryad with one’s own eyes was considered to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience and an omen of good luck.

Up until now, Bernard had thought of Dryads as well as the rumor that they were attracted by secluded forest springs as nothing more than hearsay and adventurer gossip. But a mere glance at each of the unnaturally pulchritudinous women had the knight fully convinced that whom he was looking at were in fact Dryads.

Completely awestruck by the view of the dozen Dryads, Bernard quickly became conflicted about what he should do. His reason told him to quietly sneak away and return to the camp, but some deeper part of him, quite possibly his libido, wanted him to stay and watch. Watching the bare bodies of nature’s mistresses was something Bernard had a feeling he shouldn’t do, but that feeling simultaneously made him want to see the Dryads even more. The sweet allure of doing something one was not supposed to.

Thus, even though it was far from the noble, knightly thing to do, Bernard continued to crouch behind the old willow, silently absorbing all the feminine beauty that was splayed out on the moonlit glen in front of him.

Suddenly one of the Dryads – the one with straight, copper hair, perky breasts, and freckles – cast her radiant green eyes directly at Bernard, her stare piercing all the shadows that veiled the knight’s location. She was looking directly into his eyes. Even though the beautiful Dryad didn’t speak a word, the others soon turned to look at Bernard as well, all of them cautiously retracting closer to the pond, some covering their bodies with their slender hands. Their previously smiling faces had now taken on a more shocked, wary expression.

In utter disbelief at the fact that he had been discovered, the slightly panicking knight hesitated for just a split second before deciding to dash away, and that split second wound up being very costly. As he stood up to make his leave, Bernard could suddenly feel the thick roots of the old willow moving beneath his boots, prompting him to lose his balance. And as he did, an unnaturally strong gust of wind soughed through the trees, pushing him towards the glen and the Dryads.

Bernard fell, stumbling three steps forward through the young saplings before being forced to leave his feet and perform a clumsy roll to avoid planting his face in the overgrown grass surrounding the pond. The group of Dryads followed his short journey stumbling out from the bushes and ending up on his back on the grassy clearing with great interest, some of them snickering amongst themselves as the knight eventually landed in front of them.

Being equal parts panicked and embarrassed, Bernard got back onto his feet, his right hand finding its way to the hilt of his sword by reflex. All of the dryads except for the freckled, redhead retreated further, their faces plastered with worry, some of their eyes taking on a hostile glare.

Evaluating the situation for a couple of heartbeats’ worth, Bernar eventually allowed his hand to slip away from his sword. Keeping his eyes on the group of Dryads, he carefully unbuckled his belt and tossed it away along with his sword in an attempt to convince the women that he wasn’t a threat. The knight’s peaceful gesture spawned some confusion amongst the Dryads who now looked at Bernard with budding curiosity.

“I would like to apologize for peeping on you, I assure you it was not my intention.” Bernard said not completely sure if the Dryads could even understand him, doing his best impression of a formal bow. “I was merely taking a stroll through the woods and happened upon your rendezvous on accident. I am sorry if my sudden appearance in your forest prompted any feelings of alarm or distress. I wish you no harm.”

Bernard kept his head lowered until the copper-haired dryad spoke up.

“You are a long way from home human…” She said, speaking with a noticeable accent. “You carry the scent of centaurs with you… Why is that?”

“I am currently traveling with a party of centaurs, one of whom is a dear friend of mine.”

“He smells lewd~! The stallions he’s traveling with are exceptionally virile!” Giggled one of the Dryads whose golden hair descended along her slender frame in messy curls.

The freckled Dryad hissed something at her sister in the language Bernard didn’t understand. The blonde Dryad quickly quieted down but kept her excitedly gleaming eyes on Bernard.

“What is your name?”

“Bernard… I am a knight from Vennsdale.”

“He’s a knight! A genuine knight! No wonder he knows his way around words!” Yet another Dryad raised her voice.

“Or he could be a conman and a liar… Humans are known to be deceptive and mean-spirited.” Said another.

The Dryads then switched back to their own language, muttering and whispering to each other while their eyes twinkled with curiosity. Some of them remained wary of Bernard, actively avoiding the man’s gaze and hiding behind their sisters.

“I can leave if my presence is unwelcome to you.” Bernard said, deciding it would be best if he left the mysterious female beings alone. “I wouldn’t wish to bother you fine ladies at this late hour.”

“Not so fast!” Spoke the freckled dryad, the surrounding forest seemingly resonating with her words. “For us, being seen is considered a great shame… Especially if we do not show ourselves voluntarily. Even if you seem oddly respectful for a human, I am afraid you will have to be punished for sullying our bodies with your gaze…”

Bernard glanced at his sword on the grass, assessing if he could reach it before any of the women could stop him.

“What kind of punishment are you talking about? I hope you’re not planning on gouging my eyes out.” Bernard chuckled, attempting to hide his anxiety behind some panache.

“Oh no… We wouldn’t resort to anything as brutal as physically harming another Daew’er… No… I have much more delectable punishment in mind.” The freckled Dryad said with a sly smile on her lips, carefully walking closer to Bernard who had now grown curious about what the redheaded beauty had in mind. The young man could hardly keep himself from staring at the naked woman’s beautiful form, especially her shapely breasts that bounced ever so slightly as she approached him on the grass.

Bernard’s heart skipped a beat as the smiling forest maiden abruptly pressed herself against him, bringing her face just a few inches away from his.

“I wish to apologize as well, for the next part might be a slight cause of discomfort for you.”

As soon as she had whispered those words, the red-haired Dryad pressed her warm lips onto Bernard’s. The kiss didn't last longer than a few seconds, after which the smirking woman quickly danced back a couple of steps, playfully waving her hand at the confused knight. And that was when it hit Bernard.

He felt a powerful throb deep in his very core, a throb which was followed by an immense surge of warmth all across his body. Before the knight even realized it, his body was hit by powerful tremors which brought him to his knees and prompted him to start gasping for air. His vision blurred and his stomach turned. The Dryads’ voices echoed as if they were suddenly somewhere far away. It felt like he was in the grips of a deadly fever, experiencing a delusion full of discomfort, anguish, and uncertainty.

As he rolled over onto his back, the heat throbbing inside his body concentrated into his head and into his legs, prompting Bernard to groan as the moon and stars in the night sky swirled and swerved in his view. For a brief, excruciating moment it felt like something was boring into his skull from both sides of his head, his legs experiencing a split second of similar pain as he kicked helplessly on the forest grass, doing his best to remain conscious throughout it all.

And then, just like that, it all stopped. The image of the starry sky gradually cleared in his eyes as he breathed in the cool forest air, wondering if the experience he had gone through had just been a dream. He wasn’t in any pain, but quickly found himself to be hot, sweating like a bull, and unbelievably thirsty.

Taking deep, heavy breaths, Bernard slowly dragged himself over to the pond, the Dryads courteously giving him way as eventually plunged his head into the cold water and drank like he had never drunk before. He could hear the excited giggles of the forest maidens in his ears as he drank until he ran out of breath.

Pulling his head out of the pond with a gasp, Bernard stared at the clear water as it slowly smoothed out into a perfect mirror, revealing the cause of the infernal headache he had experienced mere moments earlier. Staring at his reflection on the surface of the pond, Bernard saw a pair of horns curving up from his temples.

“What the…” He muttered, attempting to stand up, nearly falling into the pond as his legs and feet suddenly felt clumsy and unfamiliar. Glancing down towards his lower half, the brunette knight was in for another shock, noticing his familiar human feet replaced by robust hooves and his legs, thighs, and waist all covered in dark fur.

“...What did you do to me?” Bernard asked, glancing up at the smirking, freckled culprit he guessed was responsible for his transformation.

“I do not know if your kind is aware or not, but us Dryads only show ourselves to Satyrs…” The smiling redhead explained as Bernard slowly got onto his feet – or hooves – having some difficulties finding his balance on his new goat legs. “Since you had already seen us I thought I could lessen our shame by making you into one… Now you can gaze at us as much as your heart desires.”

Bernard felt up his new horns with his hands, palpating the area where they merged with his head in disbelief. Wobbling about on his hooves, he also twisted his torso to get a glance at his refurbished lower half, including the stubby ovine tail that decorated his lower back. His pants and boots had been ripped to shreds during the transformation, their leathery remainders laying on the grass where the freckled Dryad had kissed him.

Although it felt strange to suddenly possess the defining features of a Satyr, Bernard didn’t outright dislike his new body. Aside from the awkward feeling of having a heavier head and clumsier feet, the knight felt surprisingly strong, and he didn’t dislike the sensation one bit. His legs had naturally gained some extra strength from the transformation, but even his upper body felt a lot more durable and definitely a bit bulkier than it had been before the Dryad’s kiss.

“Much more handsome, don’t you think?”

“Hmmm… The horns might be a bit much… And the hooves are…” Bernard muttered, carefully lifting his legs as he gradually found his balance. “I mean… One can only improve so much from perfection.”

Some of the Dryads giggled at the knight’s cocky remark.

“I am really liking these legs though…” Bernard continued, attempting a careful kick with one of his newly acquired furry appendages. “I feel like I could dent someone’s chestplate with these.”

“I must admit you’re taking this better than most… Are you not at all shocked to have your human inheritance stripped away from you?” Asked the leading Dryad.

“As far as punishments go, this is one of the best I’ve ever received.” Bernard replied. “What I’ve learned from traveling with my centaur friend is that humans are ultimately quite weak when it comes to our physical abilities. Endurance and strength are essential for a knight and I feel a whole lot stronger with this new pair of legs you’ve graciously given me. So although this still feels a bit strange, I’m sure I can benefit from having a body like this in the future.”

The ginger-haired Dryad appeared surprised by Bernard’s response, elevating her delicate eyebrows before putting on a gentle smile.

“...Since you’re clearly more rational an open-minded than most… How about you stay with us for a while? To enjoy the full moon.”

Bernard flinched, suddenly feeling like his body garnered a lot more attention than it previously had from the group of nude women surrounding him. He also couldn’t help hearing the blatant, seductive ring in the assumed chief-dryad’s softly spoken words.

“It has been decades since any of us have enjoyed the company of a male Satyr, after all. It would be a shame to let one slip through our fingers now… Especially a handsome specimen such as you.”

The other women on the glen seemed to agree, all casting pleading, seductive looks at Bernard, none of them no longer covering their nakedness to any extent. All of a sudden Bernard felt like he was a lonely sheep being eyed up by a pack of hungry wolves.

“Well… It wouldn't be very noble of me to decline to invitation of a lady… Never mind one from a dozen of you.” Bernard chuckled with a cautious smirk. “Besides, I have a creeping suspicion that you wouldn’t let me go regardless of what I answer.”

“Naturally…” The ginger Dryad giggled menacingly. “You are an exceptional individual indeed.”

All the Dryads exchanged excited looks with one another, a few of them starting to sneak their way toward the dark-furred Satyr who stood before them.

“Let us have some fun.”

The freckled Dryad deftly slipped her way in front of Bernard, leaning her delicate body against the transformed knight’s more robust frame as she indulged herself in another kiss, this one lacking any magical side effects. She ran her hands down Bernard’s toned chest, slipping her mischievous fingers past his chiseled abdomen, greedily sinking them in the dark fur of his thighs before eventually grasping what her heart truly desired. Bernard gasped and felt a strong sensation of delight rippling through his lower half as the lusty Dryad gently caressed his ample Satyr nuts.

“Did you expect them to be this big? Satyrs are generally much better endowed than your average human man…” The woman smirked, carefully kneeling before Bernard, planting a few gentle kisses onto his abdomen on her way down to his furry crotch and the dark orbs of ovine virility she was caressing.

Having all but forgotten about what had happened to his genitals during the transformation, Bernard glanced down at his groin, being moderately shocked to find his familiar lance of desire disappeared, a stout furry sheath emerging from between his legs in its place. And although he had never felt any particular way about the size of his manhood, he was mostly pleased to find a pair of fat ovine testes attached to his new sheath, their size nearly rivaling that of most stallions the knight had seen back in the centaur village.

“Fufufu~ Feeling shy…?”

Bernard gasped and shivered all over as the kneeling female curled the fingers of her left hand around his sheath, starting to jerk off the surprisingly sensitive cavern of black fur while planting a few more, passionate kisses onto his impressive Satyr gonads. Being unfamiliar with having a retractable penis, Bernard didn’t quite know how to actually drop his shaft like he had seen Fuchs do a couple of times earlier that day. The throbbing, primal desire to push out the physical manifestation of his arousal was very well represented in the lower half of his body, but the knight had yet to fully wrap himself around his new anatomy and thus struggled with the task of unleashing his erection from his fuzzy cock cave. For the time being, he was simply forced to endure the sensation of arousal pulsing through his testes and sheath.

Trying desperately to get in touch with his new Satyr self, Bernard didn’t notice a mahogany-haired Dryad sneaking her way to his left, only becoming aware of her presence as she leaned her soft body against him and kissed him on the cheek. Bernard shivered and diverted his attention from his groin, staring into the brunette beauty’s strikingly onyx eyes, completely unsure what kind of expression he had on his face. The Dryad smiled as she slowly grabbed the knight’s left hand and brought it up to her breasts, tempting the knight to squeeze them. The Dryad in question was one of the bustier women amongst the group of slender forest maidens and as her bounteous teat filled up Bernard’s palm, he performed a subtle groping motion with his fingers almost instinctually.

The busty Dryad smiled and reached out her hand to feel up the sturdy musculature of Bernard’s upper body.

“There we go…”

Bernard flinched and looked down at his crotch, witnessing about one-third of his new manhood poking out from the confines of his sheath. The tip of his cock had become a bit more pointed compared to what it had been before, and the shaft itself seemed to have gained an extra inch or two in girth. Other than that it resembled his human endowment quite well. The knight, however, paid relatively little attention to the altered appearance of his bedroom jousting tool, focusing much more on the vivid sensations that ran through it, now that it had begun emerging from his crotch.

The cool forest felt pleasant against the warm flesh of his member, but not nearly as pleasant as the leading Dryad’s soft fingers tirelessly working to extract the rest of his shaft from its dark hiding place.

The aroused Satyr’s attention was once again taken away from his crotch by another Dryad, this one approaching him from his right. She was blonde and had fewer curves to her body compared to her sister whose ample chest Bernard was busy groping. She was, nevertheless, very beautiful and had the most bewitching pair of eyes, the outer rim of her irises nearly glowing with a silver hue, while the surroundings of her pupils were deeply amber. She smiled as she took Bernard’s other hand into her own, wasting no time in bringing the stunned Satyr’s big fingers between her legs, gasping with delight as Bernard’s digits made contact with her sex. The look she subsequently gave the knight was all Bernard needed to start caressing the smooth skin of her womanhood, his fingers getting splashed with something wet almost as soon as he pushed one of them into the narrow crease between the Dryad’s lower lips.

Bernard suddenly felt a powerful throb somewhere inside his loins. The throb was followed by an intense sensation of satisfaction and a split second later a delighted gasp from the freckled Dryad kneeling in front of him. The knight didn’t even need to look down to know his cock was now fully out of its sheath.

“Splendid…” Purred the Dryad closest to Bernard’s groin, running her fingers up and down the shivering Satyr’s length before giving the twitching shaft a pair of hot kisses. Bernard had a hard time containing a particularly enthusiastic moan within his throat as he was surprised by the strong reaction his lower body had to the small bit of stimulation. He didn’t remember the last time his manhood had been this sensitive.

With his thick Satyr sex fully extended, Bernard seemed to attract even the more hesitant Dryads. The dazed knight soon twitched in surprise as two other women put their hands on his furry thighs, kneeling on both sides of his body, eyeing his cock like it was an exotic delicacy. The two new dryads, who had similarly braided, cinnamon-hued hair were quick to start groping Bernard’s lower half, impatiently creeping their hands onto his sack and sheath as their bare chests heaved with excitement.

“Easy there ladies… I’m sure there’s enough of me for everyone to enjoy…“ Bernard cleared his throat, not fully used to being at the center of this much female attention as much as he enjoyed it.

“Oh, we know…” Replied the freckled forest maiden. “...You should just relax. Worshipping a Satyr is what we’re good at. Besides… I reckon you must be feeling quite overwhelmed by your desires. Satyrs usually possess a stronger libido compared to humans… And since you’ve just transformed I suggest you don’t try to contain it.”

She was right. Bernard was quickly developing the kind of arousal that would have driven a normal man insane. His mind was bombarded with pleasure like never before as the three Dryads kneeling before him simultaneously latched their mouths onto his junk. Bernard huffed through grit teeth, momentarily resembling a rutting ram while a primal reflex of thrusting his hips nearly sneaked past his consciousness, manifesting only as a small twitch as the knight was able to stop himself in time. The two cinnamon-haired Dryads and their freckled forest sister were worshipping his cock with more passion than a starving strumpet, each of them voicing small moans and gasps of delight as they indulged themselves in Bernard’s enhanced lust lance.

The red-haired woman who had initiated the intimacy worked diligently on Bernard’s shaft, sensually running her delicate tongue along its length, her eyes glowing with a lusty gleam as she licked the throbbing pole of Satyr sex with surprising grace. Each time she returned to the tip of the big Satyr cock, she gave it a playful kiss before continuing her quest to slather er slippery Dryad saliva all over Bernard’s enhanced member. Her movements were carefully premeditated and skilfully executed which only acted to ramp up the pleasure violently stirring the contents of the brunette knight’s new gonads. She was clearly familiar with pleasuring a male Satyr, although a human man would have been equally enthralled by her performance.

The two other Dryads worshipping him mostly focused their worshipping efforts on Bernard’s noble testes which had not only gained an increase in their size but also become more sensitive from the transformation. Leaning themselves against his thighs, the pair of young women ran their tongues all over Bernard’s sheath, kissing and nibbling the dark fur wherever they desired, sighing with satisfaction as the grass beneath their nethers slowly began to glisten with Dryad dew. Their delicate anatomy prevented them from taking the hefty, furry virility orbs in fully inside their mouths, but that didn’t really stop either of the two from trying. Bernard’s loins were rocked by multiple intense spasms of ecstasy as the pair of passionate women eagerly sucked on his nuts, rousing his manhood even further.

Before long, the daughter of the woods responsible for Bernard’s transformation took the knight’s member in her mouth, undulating her head with the same diligence and grace as before, swallowing close to half of Bernard’s member with each repetition. Her soft lips and curious tongue were pure venom to the man’s sexual endurance, and Bernard could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm with each passing second, his new body begging for a messy release as it was being so effectively teased by five beautiful Dryad’s at the same time.

Being worshipped with such passion was something even a disciplined knight couldn’t take for too long. Once again confused by his new body, Bernard didn’t exactly know how to ejaculate which helped him hang on to his reason for a few seconds longer than he normally would have, but ultimately the orgasm forced its way through his loins and nature spectacularly took its course.

Bernard arched his back and groaned with satisfaction as a wave of pure lust washed over his transformed frame, concentrating inside his loins which he reflexively bucked forward as his instincts told him to. The red-headed Dryad was able to withdraw her lips from the dark-furred satyr’s furiously throbbing member before it erupted and began explosively expelling satyr seed. Even as he was drowning in ecstasy, Bernard could hear excited gasps from observing Dryad’s as his cum flew across the air in a majestic arc, multiple viscous snakes of the foggy liquid landing on the lush grass of the glen as he ejaculated with all his might.

Bernad had never experienced anything quite so rapturous in his life. The sensation of his first proper satyr orgasm was so fierce it left him trembling once his desires eventually decided to calm down.

Slowly coming back to his senses, Bernard was greeted by an odd view of the female onlookers of his majestic satyr ejaculation all bouncing their eyes between the thick strands of cum on the ground, as well as the fleshy tool which had expelled all of it. Their pale, slender bodies catching the moonlight at a favorable angle, Bernard could see a trickle of wetness on nearly all of their inner thighs.

“Admittedly a shameful waste of seed…” Muttered the freckled woman, prompting Bernard to shiver as she licked the last few drops off of his tip. “...But I’m sure you have at least a few more of those in you.”

Before Bernard could really reply, he found himself being dragged onto the ground by the four women occupying each of his limbs, his body being too weak in the aftershock of the intense climax for him to fight back in any capacity. The back of his horned head didn’t even touch the forest grass beneath it before the ginger Dryad – whose eyes were burning with desire – was already straddling his furry crotch. Bernard’s heart skipped a beat as he got a proper glimpse at the red-haired woman’s femininity, the surroundings of which were decorated with a few playfully curling threads that matched the color of her hair. His heart skipped another beat as the Dryad in question carefully lowered herself over his cock, nearly bringing her lower lips into a kiss with the tips of his manhood; which the knight found to be surprisingly firm even after the momentous ejaculation only a second earlier.

“Apologies… The scent of a virile satyr has a bit of an effect on us Dryads you see…” The freckled woman giggled, teasingly gyrating her hips just out of the reach of Bernard’s raging erection, some of her wetness splashing down onto the confused satyr’s groin. “You could say it drives us wild!”

Nearly screaming the last word, the smirking Dryad promptly dropped herself onto Bernard’s lap, devouring the young knight's impressive member down to its very last inch in a matter of seconds, gasping and shivering as the pleasure coursed through her. The carnal twitching and pleasured spasms ravaging her feminine figure in the moonlight – from her perky breasts all the way down to her plump thighs – was incredibly erotic and a pleasure to witness; although not nearly as big of a pleasure as Bernard experienced from having his cock enveloped in the soft and slippery insides of a genuine Dryad cunt.

“Haahh~! It really has been too long hasn’t it…” The Dryad purred, gently grinding herself against Benrad’s lap, squeezing down on his member with the ferocity of a starving wolf. “Now… Let us enjoy ourselves properly…”

Bernard gasped as the nameless beauty began riding his cock, planting her delicate hands onto his chiseled abdomen to more effectively move her hips. His balls clenched and his shaft throbbed in the velvety embrace of the ginger woman’s cunt each time she brought her backside down onto his lap, the previously subdued sexual pleasure within his furry loins quickly flaring up and surging through his body again. He didn’t know if it was his new physique or the outright divine folds of the sodden Dryad pussy devouring his sex, but the knight found himself just as susceptible to arousal as he had before blowing his first load. His genitals were responding to the stimulation with equal, if not even greater enthusiasm as before, having recovered astoundingly fast from the knight’s first climax.

The freckle-faced dryad gasped and moaned as she bounced on Benrard’s Satyr dick, each pump of her hips rallying her to move even faster so that her sex could devour even more of him. Her face was drawn into a lusty, slightly menacing smile as she rode her satyr, her previously well-combed, copper-hued hair becoming more and more messy the further lust grabbed a hold of her. There was something wild, animalistic in the way she moved her body, each slam of her hips, each bounce of her breast, each arching of her back and neck deliciously exaggerated in a way a human woman with rational inhibitions could have never expressed herself. It was equally bewitching as it was arousing.

The other Dryads were gradually getting restless as their sister’s ecstatic vocalizations echoed around the pond's surroundings non-stop, accompanied by the carnal tempo her behind beat against Bernard’s lap. As much as his gaze was captured by the Dryad currently milking his manhood at the pace of a lovesick werewolf, Bernard wasn’t able to keep his eyes off the other women who surrounded him, especially as things started getting more heated. Soon, enough, the transformed knight was able to see a few of the forest maidens starting to kiss and touch one other as they impatiently waited for their turn, seeking relief for their rampant desires from each others’ bodies. Watching multiple beautiful women surrendering themselves to debauchery so willingly and publicly made Benrad’s cock throb close to twice as hard in the hot curves of the chief Dryad’s greedy womb tunnel.

Completely enthralled by the view of two Dryads kissing as their fingers delved deep into each other’s crotches, Bernard was totally oblivious to the intentions of the petite blonde Dryad who still held onto his right arm, noticing her movement only when it was already too late. The agile female deftly mounted his face before he could even gasp, pressing her thoroughly drenched Dryad pussy against his lips as her hands took a firm hold of Bernard’s new horns. He heard her moaning something, but the content of her words eluded his ears. However, given how desperately she seemed to grind her womanhood against his face, the knight could somewhat guess what had been asked of him.

Staying true to his way of not rejecting a maiden’s invitation, Bernard soon stuck out his tongue and burrowed it into the blonde Dryad’s slit, feeling how the delicate woman trembled on top of him. The nectar from her sex was both sweet and sour, its taste resembling some kind of exotic fruit, or so Bernard thought as he drank it up directly from the source, feeling how the Dryad’s grip on his horns tightened with each lick.

Meanwhile, his third horn was being brought closer and closer to its second climax by the red-headed Dryad’s shapely hips that kept tirelessly pounding against the knight’s furry loins. Although it probably hadn’t been a complete two minutes of her riding him, Bernard could already feel his ovine gonads cooking up another messy ejaculation at very short notice.

And his body wasn’t the only one close to orgasm.

Even with his head getting squeezed by a delightfully soft pair of Dryad thighs, Bernard could still hear the freckled woman’s melodious scream as she brought her rump down against him with some extra zest, her entire love tunnel clamping up on his dick like a vice. At the same time, several intense convulsions ravaged both the inside and outside of her pussy. Being subjected to such a sudden assault from his partner’s cunt, Bernard didn’t have much choice but to let go and unleash a hot torrent of his Satyr seed right where the lusty Dryad wanted it.

Bernard dug his fingers into the grass as the powerful orgasm ravaged his body, injecting ecstasy into every one of his limbs while his loins reflexively bucked upwards in response to the storm of bodily pleasure. He moaned against the blonde Dryad’s lower lips as the tunnel of flesh wrapped around his cock milked him dry of ejaculate, lovingly caressing his shaft until every single drop of his second load had been pumped into the hungry folds of the freckled Dryad’s cunt.

As the throbbing of his ovine balls and girthy satyr shaft began to decelerate, Bernard couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed by his own endurance, especially since this was his second orgasm in only the span of five or so minutes. He could at least find some level of comfort in the fact that he’d still lasted almost four times what Fuchs had when he had mounted Armena back at the camp.

His face still buried under the blonde woman’s crotch, Bernard could soon feel how the freckled forest maiden’s womanhood was slowly, almost wistfully dragged up the length of his cock as the first Dryad left his lap, vacating it for her sisters. To Bernard’s surprise, the forest air wasn’t able to cool off his member for more than just a few short seconds before another Dryad already mounted him, wrapping her dripping wet pussy around his shaft with astounding haste. The second Dryad began undulating and gyrating her hips as soon as she had taken Bernard to the hilt, subjecting the confused knight to yet another intense session of satyr semen extraction. Not that Bernad himself minded it too much since his loins still seemed to be full of energy.

Returning to performing some intense oral exploration of the blonde Dryad’s womanhood, Bernard was eventually able to make her cum on top of his face, his nose, mouth, and bearded chin receiving an extra splash of her female juices as she trembled violently for a couple of seconds before collapsing to the left of him, where her limp body was caught by the first female Bernard had satisfied. The freckled dryad smiled as she laid her sister down on the grass, eventually leaning in to give Bernard a sultry kiss, pressing her naked form against him as she did.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asked as the two eventually parted lips.

“Most certainly m’lady!” Bernard replied with a grin before glancing at the hazel-haired Dryad who was riding him in reverse cowgirl, her ample buttocks bouncing enticingly on his furry lap.

“It’s quite magnificent isn’t it?”

“What is?” Bernard asked, elevating his dark eyebrows.

“The stamina of a Satyr. Or do you think your human self would have been capable of this kind of performance?” The red-haired dryad giggled.

“...I thought I felt unusually energetic down there.” The knight chuckled.

“The reason why we adore satyrs so much is because they will not grow tired. They are known for being capable of satisfying multiple lovers in a night without their arousal fading… And now that applies to you too.“

“Really? Well, that’s definitely something I’m going to brag about to a certain centaur friend.” Bernard smirked, starting to carefully rock his hips underneath the hazel-haired beauty currently mounting him.

“...Naturally each of us expects to have themselves pleased by you, so I am afraid your night is far from over just yet.”

“I’ll do my very best! You have my word as a gentleman and as a knight!”

…

The Moon continued its slow arch across the starry firmament as Bernard made sure to satisfy each of the dozen Dryads seeking his affection. Some of the women were dominant and preferred riding him like his first three partners, while others were more shy and submissive and wished for the knight to take charge. The onyx-furred satyr wound up using most of his bedroom playbook on the group of Dryads, fucking the sexy forest beauties from the front, back, and side, choosing each position purely based on his gut feeling. A few Dryads liked it from behind down on all fours, some sought the more intimate embrace of missionary sex, while others got truly creative with their desired fucking position. One of the Dryads desired her cunt to be filled while Bernard held her on his lap while standing up while she held her legs wrapped around his waist.

No Dryad on the glen was left unsatisfied and by the time Bernard eventually pulled out of the last one, all their cunts were dripping his cum. Even though his lower half had endured the trial of lust formidably, the rest of Bernard’s physique was dead-tired and he promptly laid down on the grass, his toned chest heaving up and down as he gazed at the stars above his head. Two of the more lucid Dryads – one of whom was the satyr’s first partner – quickly snuggled up against him, gently stroking his body while his cock slowly retracted into its dark sheath, leaving behind the lingering scent of satyr ejaculate.

“Fuchs is not going to believe me tomorrow morning…” Bernard sighed with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You might want to be careful if you plan on traversing through these forests with your friend. Now that you’re a Satyr you will be attracting a lot more attention from my sisters, who are plenty within these parts.” Murmured the freckled Dryad, gently brushing her fingers through Bernard’s hair.

“I’ll keep that in mind… At least I should have an experienced backup if there are more than a dozen of you…”

“I’m sure my sisters will be glad to hear that…”