Husbands of the Centaur Mares

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Trilogy

Books 1 to 3

This story contains consensual erotica between centaur women, a non-anthro Dire wolf, a minotaur and a non-anthro stallion.

All characters are sentient and enthusiastically and verbally consenting to sex in this story. All content in this story is fictional and fantasy, and also intended to be taken as such.

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Content

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1. Book One

2. Book Two

3. Book Three

4. Other stories by this author

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Husbands of the Centaur Mares

"The time has come."

Brushing her hair back from her shoulders, loose for once even though Nikano usually wore it tied, the centaur woman grinned and set her shoulders back, muscled and tattooed, her skin depicting battle scars in ink and the marks of battles that she'd won yet taken marks from over the course of the years. Her dark bay coat gleamed in the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the pine trees but there was more yet to come as her companions, Alcaris and Calelle stood beside her, the centaur women anticipating the fate of their night, although it was all something that they had, very eagerly, been awaiting.

The forest twittered soothingly in the encroach of darkness, night stealing upon them, yet none of the trio could be afraid - not even the higher class Alcaris with her pale gold coat of a palomino equine, her hair falling in a straight waterfall of blonde down to her slender shoulders. Her body was a curious mixture of thick yet slender, giving the impression of slimness despite the meat to her hind end, resting a back leg as her tail swished, a pure white gleaming in the last rays of the day. She stood out in stark contrast to the more openly and tantalisingly curvaceous Calelle, though she had barely quelled her rambunctious nature in the gesture of something new, her white hide spotted with black in the typical markings of a feral appaloosa equine - if one had been so crass to call her such, of course. Her wispy tail flicked, struck through with black, grey and white, and she brushed her short-cropped hair back with the flat of one hand, a smirk on her lips as her eyes danced. She was the one of them that, perhaps, expected the most in the dawning of their lives, even if they would not all be played out together.

Stomping and flicking their tails, the tension drew taut within them, a cord waiting to be released. Yet for what?

"Are you ready?"

Of course, it would be Nikano to lead the way, digging a black hoof into the loam and kicking up dirt in her excitement. All the warrior-centaur knew was battle and leading the way and yet there was something more to her that even she was yet to discover. That would all come in due course, however, as she laughed recklessly and reared, flinging out her arms as if in raw

"You warrior types are all the same," Alcaris snorted as she shuffled by, picking up her hooves daintily, her nose always seeming upturned, a line of tension running down her haunches. "You want to barge in, take it all, you know nothing of style and finesse!"

Maybe Alcaris had a point there, being the only one of the trio to be wearing clothing in a dress that draped over her hindquarters and hid her intimate parts from view, although the others were not so shy about it. Calelle rolled her eyes and shook her backside where Alcaris could not see her, letting her flesh jiggle and her udders swing, heavy and dropping with the need to breed: an inherently centaur infliction that she was not at all concerned about. On the other hand...it made her want to find her mate and fuck him all the more to know that her body was so primed and ready for him, ready to go, ready to breed until she could walk no more.

"They're waiting for us," Calelle said, interjecting through the tension with a fidgety anxiety that betrayed her keen anticipation, her tail shivering as if it could not quite bear to pin itself down into its usual place over her equine teardrop of a sex. "Come on... There'll be other times for your squabbles now!"

Yes, Calelle may have been more moderate than the extremes of the other two but her demeanour of being a little rough around the edges, her tail and coat sticking up a little more raggedly than that of the others, would serve her well. The centaurs were as alike as they were different but that would all come to pass as they broke into a light trot as if following some hidden signal, heading for the meeting stones. For it was there that they would find the ones that they had been waiting for through their maturity and experimentation, the ones that they would spend the rest of their lives with.

The thing was, with centaurs, that their mates were not actually centaurs...

Squealing, Calelle kicked up her heels and whooped, the wind wisping through her hair as the others gave chase. But there was nothing like the plunge of hooves through the undergrowth, carving her own path between the trees, her sex pulsing and twitching. Oh, she could feel it all and, oh, how she wanted it! She'd had so many males in the tribe and beyond already but none had come close to what she needed, that driving length pounding her, filling her, over and over again. Her marehood winked in raw need and her stride quickening into a ragged canter, thrusting her onwards to her destiny.

Alcaris, of course, was next behind, letting Nikano tail the rear, watching them carefully and protecting them as a warrior was apt to do. With her golden hair streaming behind, Alcaris carried herself with such a sense of pride and nobility that it was a wonder indeed to find her out in the wilds, although some knew, those close to her, just how badly her need clawed at her soul - like a wildcat intent only on ripping into her hide. It snarled and tore into her in the dark of the night and, well, it was only in the pursuit of kink that her sex lust was satisfied, her brutally kinky mind demanding more and more, obsessed with the nuances of being freaky, pushing the limits and going further with each and every liaison. She'd scared off most of the stallion centaurs in the tribe too but her time could not have come too soon or too late, just exactly when she needed it to, breasts heaving as she flowed forward beautifully, seeking out her passion.

They did not have far to go and the beasts that awaited them at the meeting stones, rising tall in a clearing tipped with edges of crimson from the setting sun, knew that they were coming. The inherent magic strumming through the forest would not have allowed them to pass by and Calelle gasped, hands flying to her mouth even as she skidded to a halt, sinking back on her haunches as her skinny tail dragged through the dirt and her sex winked all the way up into kinky overdrive.

Barely able to control her body, the spotted centaur whinnied and rocked her hindquarters back and forth, her massive hind end vibrating with raw need, for the creatures that stood before them were so very glorious, even if only one could be hers. Oh, would the others share? Would they let them all stuff their cocks into her so she could have lots and lots of foals? A quick glance at Nikano and Alcaris told her that their mates, at least for the time being, where off limits but the breathy moan from Alcaris' lips, eyes shimmering, could have left no doubt whatsoever in anyone's mind as to what she wanted from everything.

"Oh, my!"

They knew who was theirs. Their eyes locked and all Alcaris could see before her was a massive dog with a great, shaggy, black coat. He stood as tall as her withers but that was, perhaps, only because her slender legs pushed her up taller than most centaurs. Despite him being slightly smaller than her, his haggard, muscular stature radiated easy power and her legs quivered, tail flicking up instantly for him as her sex shamefully pulsed, only just about covered by the fall of her dress still.

Calelle's partner nickered and stretched out his neck to her, the equine's eyes glittering in the first light of the night time stars. A dappled grey stallion that was very much not of the centaur persuasion, he arched his neck beautifully, showing off his crest, but his shaft was already out in the typical equine fashion, showing off that he had not one but two dicks, both ready and waiting for her pleasure.

And the last - oh, that beast was for Nikano and the warrior centaur could not have found a more perfect partner in the minotaur as he stood taller than her stocky and strong frame, seeming to dwarf her by means of his presence alone. Of course, the minotaur did not say or do anything but the mere fact the he was as nude as Nikano was with a massive cock dangling, soft, between his thighs was enough for her to tip forward lustfully, lips parting in a moan that she'd never even known she had in her.

"Ohhh..."

There was something about him but, ah, that would have to come out in the heat of it all, her tail flicking, wafting her sweetly equine, reminiscent of musk and earth and lust, to him, the minotaur's bull nostrils twitching, a smirk on his lips. The strong and silent type she could deal with but little did Nikano know that there was already far more to the minotaur than she could ever have imagined was possible for her to find in the world and then some.

They split off as the sun dipped behind the trees, leaving only the faintest memory of crimson to spill onto the very tips of the pines as they moved together, all knowing who was to be their mate, their partner for life. Twilight wrapped around them in the in-between, closing in and draping, though its cooling touch would be much appreciated still as more heated up between them than ever before.

"Hi there, my darling pup," Alcaris murmured, walking around the dog in a slow circle, although he was more than big enough to be far, far from a pup in any meaning of the name. "And what do they call you? We're going to be_very_ well acquainted..."

Shaking himself off, fur drifting away as he moulted, the dog barked and growled, eyes glowing a pale blue, though Alcaris did not yet know how that played into his need. Like so many things about her life partner, that was something that she would, delightfully, come to discover in time.

"Jom," the dog growled, advancing on her as if he intended to pin her back against the trees, ensure that there was no escape. "And I thought there was no mate left for me to sink my teeth into..."

It was a joke and yet a kinky one that had the mare moaning, stock still and quivering as he lunged for her, his canine dick slipping from a sheath tucked up close between his hind legs. The knot was, of course, not formed as yet but it would strain her tight marehood to its limit. If there was one thing that Alcaris could say, regardless of her prickly demeanour, it was that her pussy always seemed to tighten up time after time again, making her sex as tight as that of a virgin each and every time for her partners in lust and in crime. But the canine wouldn't have cared still if she was sloppy and loose, as long as her thick rump and hindquarters were there for his pleasure and his alone, the two of them bound in the light of the rising moon as she turned her rump to him and neighed shrilly.

"Ohhh... Take me, you brute!"

It could have been considered cliché but all the palomino centaur could think was of how badly she needed him, every nerve-ending in her body trembling with nervous energy. Her sex twitched and pulsed, messily and dirtily pushing out thick globules of juice, evidencing her arousal, rivulets streaking her legs, all the way down to her hocks. Hungrily, Jom shoved his dog nose into that waiting cunny, pointed ears pricked forward, and licked nastily, slurping deep into her without so much as a 'getting to know you' few moments. That wasn't the way of the mating ceremony, the ritual that centaur females went through as soon as their time to mate had come, and he knew that too, even if he was lucky that one of his kind (not to speak of him too) had been chosen to breed one of the most stunning, glorious creatures in the forest that he shared his passions and life with.

She hunched, splaying her back legs, but there were still the other centaurs to consider as the minotaur stood over Nikano, the rough and tumble mare barely feeling that she could stand up to him in a moment that rendered her, all of a sudden, as shaky as a foal standing up for the first time. What was happening? Why was she so weak before him? She shuddered and tipped her chin down but his hand lashed out, snatching up her chin and forcing her to look up at him. The warrior gasped, his brown muzzled rough and grizzled, although he seemed to be in the prime of his life, rippling with muscle, his legs thick like tree trunks and his cock, oh... Oh, that was something else in a league of its own too!

"I am Parsag," he rumbled. "You... You are mine."

And she needed to be his, even though she'd never considered that before. She'd never thought that she'd ever really need to growl and lunge for a beast's cock before, taking him deep, licking and kissing and fiercely suckling at his shaft even though she couldn't get the entirety of it into her mouth. That he was soft still only made matters both more and less difficult for her as he pushed her down and she dug her fingers ferocious into his thighs. Now... Now, he was a male that she could really unleash her true strength on! She could push and shove and growl and he would force her, drive her...

Blinking, Nikano moaned, head spinning, knees buckling, toppling the front half of her equine body down to the ground. What the hell was she doing? What did he want from her? And just how did she give it to him, the lustful minotaur with rough hands that dug into her hair, sought out the strands and dragged her to him as if she was nothing more than a body a hole to be fucked? Was that what she'd needed all along?

No! She struggled and nickered, the sound burbling up indignantly from her throat as if it had been called forth without her consent - yet that was all implied in her moans, tongue slipping over the head of his cock even as she noted, as she was want to do, Calelle turning her buttocks rampantly on the equine, winking flirtatiously. Such a slut, she was... She always needed it, needed a dick in her. She was rough and tumble and, still, she got every male that she craved and asked for, everyone jamming their cock into her at some point. It was a bit of a far stretch, however, for Nikano to consider Calelle a slut when she was the one bowing down before a minotaur whose control she had not before known could be so delectable, slurping on his rapidly hardening dick as if it was the finest thing in the world for her.

Blinking, she wiggled her hindquarters, massive glutes thrust up for Parsag the minotaur's attention. So much cock... So thick... Her eyes misted over, pre-cum splattering her face crudely, pearly strands clinging to her lips and dripping down to her chin. He was so fat that she could barely get her lips around the very tip of his rounded, humanoid dick but, oh, that would not matter when it had slammed into her.

"Breed meeeee!"

That was Calelle and, to be fair, the centaur mare had held off for as long as she'd thought she possibly could, tail flagged for the stallion's attention. His massive poles of horse-meat bobbed and swayed as he ground for her, seeking out her marehood, slamming forward as his front end slipped over her back. In some circles, it was considered taboo for a centaur to offer themselves up to a stallion of the solely four-legged (that was, no human torso for a head) variety, but that suited Calelle perfectly. It was all she needed, that sordid depravity as his weight bore her down and the moans of her 'sisters' rose to fill the air, the dog snarling and humping as Alcaris sank down a little more for him to finally slam his tapered canine dick deep into her hungry marehood.

And the view... Oh, she was one to watch even if she wanted to be the one who was bred first and foremost, over and over again! Yet she needed the stallion - he'd told her his name was Lunos, Lunos of the Stars - and she knew she'd need to be told it all over again after he'd covered her, cock driving in and spreading her open as if it was meant to fit her pussy oh so very perfectly. Her massive hindquarters clenched and squeezed, her thick arse begging attention, but he didn't have the hands to squeeze and grope them with, using his hind end to thrust desperately to fill her.

"Ohhh!" She cried out, not caring who heard - wanting them all to know how good he was, Lunos her stallion. "Fill me! Fuck me! Make me heavy with your foooaaalllsss!"

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