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“In the fields? Finding warmth is difficult," Anicetus says, turning around as Godara walks toward his haunches.

“Could always resort to close contact to get it done," she says, placing a hand upon his rear.

Narrowing his eyes, the young scout snorts, and now it is his turn to trot around her. “You are a forward woman," he says, his tail swishing.

“You'd rather I play hard-to-get with ya?" Out in the wilderness, whoever you meet could be your death, or they could be a friend, or they could be the key to a wild time."

“All very true," he says, folding his arms over his chest. “But you have me at a disadvantage," he says, clopping his back leg.

Squatting down, Godara snickers. “By the gods, you're right. You centaur types don't cover anything, and he's a beaut," she licks her right tusk. “Well then, you wish to use this thing on me?"

“Our kind uses harnesses when we couple with bipeds."

“Is that so?" says Godara, scootching closer to him and getting between his front legs. “Such a shame you don't have one of those harnesses. Guess that means we'll have to go pounding the way nature intended."

“I do not believe that is wise."

“Is anything a horny orc does wise?"

He snorts.

She scoots further down between his legs, sitting where she can see his cock, already aroused, twitching in the biting cold. “Gotta imagine how big this bad boy is when it's warm."

“Warm?" asks Anicetus, but he doesn't have much chance to ask more as he feels the hand pressed to the bottom of his head, rubbing at that flared thing.

He breathes more heavily, stumbling forward but keeping himself standing up. “We… 're going to have to… find some place… to mount you," he says, grabbing his shoulders, “if that is… really what you desire."

“Orcs desire much!" she responds, speeding up her pumping motion. “A scout desires the most. We seek new lands and opportunities, taking them as they come."

“Certainly they shall come- ah!?"

Godara cups the massive balls, rolling them in both hands as she lines herself, pressing her mouth to his head, giving him a great big sloppy smooch of a kiss against his tremendous fleshy head. She then opens her mouth wide enough for a great warcry, swallowing the thick cock, her tongue tapping up and down along its length as her lips strain against the girth. She growls, grabbing onto the centaur's thighs, her cheeks puffing, and her jaw working hard, getting sore.

Anicetus clops his foot against the ground. Finding no place to put his hands, he grabs onto his sides. “Nnngh… we… we really should… find a rock… or a hill or something!"

Godara chuckles through the cock in her mouth, bobbing along the length of that thing, her tongue teasing along the u nderside, its base rubbing and undulating over the head.

Already just from the eagerness of the biped, Anicetus finds his pre pearling. He steps back, his leg bumping into her, and he pauses, stuck by her fellatio-laden trap.

“Y… you did this on purpose." He says. “How did you… if you never, ah, met a centaur before."

Godara pulls back, slurping as she does, leaving his cock a slick, spit-coated mess. She rocks her jaw back and forth a moment before she gives the head another kiss and says. “Oh, it's easy. I read a lot of books, you know. A scout has to do something when not actively scouting." She speaks these words as she wraps a hand around the shaft. “What do you do when you're not on the job?"

Anicetus's eyes hood as she strokes along the member, and he growls out his response. “I fuck the mares."

Godara's tusked smile spreads even wider at Anicetus's proclamation. The orc chuckles, pulling herself away from him. This leaves the centaur's cock quivering and leaking pre, his face red, and his chests rising and falling as he breathes heavily.

“Why do you stop?" he gasps, stepping around to keep his balance. “We are… I am not finished yet."

“Of course you're not," says the orc, licking her tusks. She rolls out from under him, lying face down on the cold, brittle grass.

Curiously, Anicetus turns to her, his heart and his manhood swelling as this strong biped female beneath him strips herself of her armor and clothing one piece at a time until he can see every curve, muscle, and scar that makes up the tapestry that is Godara's body.

And then she gets on all fours.

“How's this for a biped?" the orc woman teases, her hips high up in the air, her well-toned ass teasing him, enticing him.

“It seems we have quite the attempt at diplomacy," he adds, stepping up behind her. “It's most effective."

“Shall we complete this scouting meeting so I can report on how well our cultures come together?" says Godara, reaching behind herself. She squeezes her buttcheek, spreading it apart, showing off both of her inticing holes, her pussy glistening with all of her want and desire.

“Yes, I believe we shall," says the equine, stepping up behind her. “But you are indeed made of tougher stuff than most bipeds?"

“Don't worry about me, “Godara whines. “I like it rough."

“There are none rougher than a centaur when it comes to bipeds," he boasts, thumping his humanoid chest.

“Then, I'm ready for you," she says, waving her hips back and forth. “Give me that amazing monster between your legs, horsey boy!"

“Horsey…" he repeats, grumbling, but he lifts his front legs. Soon, they fall upon Godara's shoulders, gripping her, his hooves pressing against her body. It doesn't take much for him to lower himself enough to push the massive head against her not-as-massive womanhood.