Hermione's Forbidden Love
I found this one in my archives from 2008 and decided it might be fun to chuck it on Sofurry. I know it's short, and definitely not up to my current standard, but it's there for anyone who really cares.
"Good evening, Miss Granger."
"Uh, hello Professor," Hermione replied awkwardly, looking up at his large form.
"Call me Firenze," the large centaur told her, nodding his head towards the ground. The young witch nodded and look at the ground, nervous of how to phrase her question.
"You wished to ask me of something," Firenze inquired, "it is certainly odd for a student to request a private meeting outside of school grounds."
"Well," Hermione informed him nervously, "This isn't a request I would ask in public. That's why we're in the forest."
Waiting for her to continue, Firenze shook his blonde hair softly.
"I've been doing Care of Magical Creatures classes with Hagrid and I've been studying centaurs."
"Indeed," Firenze state, interested.
"While I was doing my research, I realised no books had anything on, well..."
"Go on," the centaur encouraged, seeing her hesitation.
"Well," she said, then very quietly, "centaur mating."
Firenze was taken aback, not sure how to respond to the question. He was surprised she would ask, but he did suppose they had to study mating patterns and rituals, and he was a centaur. She'd have to find out from some source.
"What exactly would you like to know, Miss Granger?"
"I'm, uh, not sure exactly. I haven't done this kind of project before, this is my first time.
"First time," Firenze muttered, "Well, I suppose I could help you out a little."
"Thankyou," she said, glad that he hadn't found it too awkward like she had. She supposed maybe their species didn't clam up about that subject.
"Well, where do I begin?" Firenze asked himself. "Male and female centaurs can mate whenever they want to. However, they have the ability to control whether or not they can get pregnant. Many centaurs find that their sexual activity is guided by the stars and planets, however, others do not."
Hermione nodded; taking in the information she was given. He looked at her and she restrained herself from blushing; it was a tricky subject. Firenze continued on, looking out into the distance, "When the female is receptive, the male centaur will usually instigate intercourse."
Hermione definitely blushed this time, glad the centaur was looking in the opposite direction.
"The male centaur will then mount the female and mate with her. It is common for such matings to last a long time, and both parties enjoy it immensely. The male will eventually ejaculate inside the female and impregnate her with his se..."
"Sorry," Hermione said, quite embarrassed and red in the face, "I have to go back to the school now."
"I see," Firenze said, turning back to her. She avoided eye contact, and swiftly made her way back into the castle. The young centaur watched her go and sniffed, noticing the faint scent of her body in the air.
"Also, Miss Granger," he muttered to himself, "centaurs will mate with any species. You'll be back, and I'll be waiting.
***
In her dormitory, Hermione lay in bed, unable to forget what she had heard. The other girls were fast asleep, yet she felt hot and flushed. She closed her eyes and an image of Firenze's powerful equine-human body stood out in her thoughts. Her thoughts wandered to his words, and slowly, Firenze was on top of her, her thoughts turning to dreams as she imagined him...
***
"Hermione, wake up! Wake up, classes begin in ten minutes."
"What!" Hermione sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. She remembered her dreams and immediately blushed. What had she been thinking, it was so wrong. She had to apologise to Firenze for walking out the other day.
"Hermione, are you alright?" She turned her head and finally noticed Ginny trying to shake her back into it.
"Yeah," Hermione replied, "I just had a late night." She got out of bed and hurriedly got dressed, rushing off to her classes. She didn't want to be late, Potions was first and Snape was ruthless.
***
She waved goodbye to Harry and Ron, who headed up to their dormitory to get some sleep. She waited until they were out of sight before turning around and rushing out of the school grounds. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she wanted him. Firenze. His sleek body had filled her head all day and she knew she would regret it if she didn't try. She was horny, hormones filling her body. She hoped he would understand.
Her judgment clouded, she ran down to the Forbidden Forest and walked a little ways into it, wand at the ready. Other things than centaurs resided in the dangerous forest. Suddenly, a noise behind her made her cry out in alarm. She spun around, only to see Firenze, his equine shape standing out in the moonlight. Hermione lowered her wand and approached him awkwardly.
"Good evening, Miss Granger," he said quietly, "I expected you would return." She looked at him, surprised, how could he possibly know that?
"How did you know I would come back," she asked politely, restraining herself. Just seeing him now was making her anxiously needy.
"You forget, Centaurs have much stronger smell senses than humans. I could detect your hormones emitting your mating scent." This time, Hermione blushed profusely, looking at the ground, trying to find the words.
"Do not worry, I know why you are here," Firenze reassured her. She looked at him, confused.
"But, aren't you, you know?" she stammered.
"You want intercourse, I want a mate, we can help each other," the centaur replied.
Hermione was stunned; he was offering himself on a platter. Damn centaur must have wanted her all along, and his plan had worked. She shook her head, knowing that she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Two conditions," Firenze said, waving his finger in the air. Hermione looked at him, expecting something bad.
"One, nobody but us will ever know." Hermione nodded profusely.
"Two, there will be no awkwardness between us. I talk openly about these things, I expect you to be mature enough to do the same." Hermione nodded again, glad that Firenze told it like it was.
"So, um, how should we proceed," Hermione asked, rather awkwardly again.
"As I said, don't be nervous and you'll enjoy it more," Firenze stated.
"Right," Hermione agreed, steeling herself, "What should we do first?"
"Well, maybe the removal of clothes for you is a good start. One can not expect to mate through fabric." Hermione agreed and slowly removed her robe, still reeling from what she was about to do. She had made up her mind now, however, there was no going back. She wanted him, badly, and was prepared to do anything to get what she wanted.
Firenze watched intently as her clothes fell to the ground, exposing her young, virgin body. His cock slowly began to slide from his sheath, inches of thick centaur meat dropping into full view. Hermione gasped, it was huge; she had no idea how she was going to fit him inside of her. She blushed heavily at that thought.
"It may require some lubrication," Firenze stated, his thick shaft swinging sexily underneath him. Hermione nodded, feeling herself getting wet just from looking at his stallion-like appendage. She walked closed and kneeled down, taking a good look at his hefty erection. Feeling brave, she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a squeeze.
"Ooh," Firenze moaned, squirting a glob of pre-cum onto her right thigh. Hermione was thoroughly impressed by his size, wiping the pre off of her leg and licking it without Firenze seeing.
"Mmm," Hermione said quietly, enjoying the thick, forbidden taste of what she was doing.
Not wanting to waste any more time, she leant forward and began to suckle on his shaft; her mouth being filled with his flavor. Firenze closed his eyes and stood in place while the human serviced his erection. She was highly inexperienced, but made up for it with a refreshing vigor that turned the centaur on even more.
She ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the engorged phallus, turning it around and putting the whole head in her mouth. It was all that could fit, but Firenze didn't care. It was enough. She reached out and slowly fondled his oversized sack, feeling his large testicles under her fingers. She wondered just how much he could put out.
Not wanting to wait any longer she removed him from her mouth and lay back against the wooden stump a few meters away. Firenze took the hint instantly and lined himself up to mount her; hefty cock swinging in the night air. His hooves landed either side of her and she reached down, grabbing his thick maleness and rubbing it against her clitoris. Whipping out her wand she muttered a spell to stretch her a bit more.
Satisfied that she could now handle him without any danger, slowly, but carefully, the centaur slid into her. Hermione cried out in pleasure and Firenze sank over half of his thick shaft into her needy sex, filling her to the brim. She could feel everything now; the pulse of his heartbeat was very apparent through his throbbing length.
Not content to stop there, Hermione tapped his underbelly as a sign to continue. Firenze did just that, sliding back out with a messy train of pre-cum before thrusting back into her tight confines. The centaur picked up a steady rhythm, the pair of them moaning in primal delight as they rutted in the forest environment.
Time and time again Hermione felt the huge cock impale her, spreading her open in a way that Harry or Ron could never do. She wondered what they would say, seeing her get taken by such a juicy, powerful centaur penis.
"Oh, Miss Granger!" Firenze gasped, almost unable to contain his joy.
They mated like this for half an hour, Firenze's cock relentlessly ploughing into her teenage snatch. Suddenly, he looked down at her and grunted as he thrust in as deep as he could, lodging his thick shaft into her as far as was possible. Hermione gasped in surprise but was even more shocked when his orgasm hit without warning.
Thick, creamy centaur cum blasted into her womb, filling her to the brim and causing her stomach to swell. His cockhead had flared out considerably, making it very hard for any of his fertile seed to escape.
"Oh, Firenze, it feels so good," the human female moaned as streams of his white cream ran out of her abused pussy.
The orgasm went for a good minute; litres of his spooge coating every inch of her insides. When the mighty orgasm tapered down and he was able to pull out, the centaur saw that her hole was massively stretched. Without pause, Hermione sat up weakly and grasped his soaked shaft, licking it as clean as she possibly could.
Firenze didn't complain, watching as she drank as much of his cum as was humanly possibly. When she was done she sighed and stood back up, feeling more of his fluids pour down her legs. Now she stood there, a little awkward and very messy.
"So... what now," she asked, a little unsure.
"Well, maybe you should return to the castle," Firenze said, but noticed the teen was looking at his still-erect centaurhood.
"Or..." he began, "if you prefer..."
It didn't take long for the sounds of mating to echo through the forest once more.