Lands of Barinel
"One more," he muttered and, as if on cue, a raptor emerged from around a great, rocky foot of the mountain, slowly stalking toward the hidden human. Jared relaxed slowly, keeping a firm grip on the branch under his feet. The foliage should have hidden him from a glance, but the slightest movement could make all the difference. This would go much more smoothly if he could lure the raptor close beforehand.
A great, leathery-skinned beast, the raptor stood a bit taller than Jared himself would, and he was of no small stature. Wicked claws tipped its upper and lower limbs, and it bore great rows of teeth perpetually bared in a seemingly ironic grin. Its hide was a tanned orange, well suited to fade against the warm-colored rocks and sands of the mountains and plains it hunted. Reptile eyes darted about, and the creature's nostrils flared-- and it paused, sniffing again.
It had picked up on his scent. Jared smiled slowly, and watched on. The beast looked around, hissing softly as it followed the peculiar mix of scents Jared no doubt bore by now to the trunk of a large, twisted tree nestled against the sloped wall of a mountain. The human held his breath as the beast drew closer and closer-- and dropped down behind it with a soft grunt.
The beast whirled, snarling, no doubt ready to rend his life from his body in a smooth bite and tear of those vicious teeth, but Jared's hand flew up, hovering over the creature's snout as it aimed its strike. The creature paused. A curious churr rose from the beast, and it sniffed at the human's hand. A long, thin tongue slid from its maw to lick the sticky juices off his palm. Jared smiled again, letting a slow breath go. "Yeah, that's it..." he murmured, "you like those girl juices, huh?"
He unslung his pack and dropped it on the ground. It jostled and sloshed slightly, rolling to settle against his bare foot. Though he wore no shoes, supple leather armor encased his calves, topped with a sturdy kneepads. Above those, he was bare to the waist, where a belt with a few pouches made up the bottom of a leather harness wrapped about his torso. Leather bracers matching his shinguards completed his peculiar, rather exposing suit of armor. He didn't seem remotely concerned to have his unmentionables hanging against his thigh in the warm, lazy breeze in front of this flesh-eater.
His free hand slipped back, behind his back, and down. His fingers retreated between the cheeks of his rear, and he drew a slow breath before tightening his jaw. The raptor churrled softly, nuzzling his palm and shifting about slowly, the first hints of a growl sparking in its belly. A thick, lightly studded, black dildo slid out of the man's ass under his fingers, his breath uneven as he dragged and dragged until the toy finally popped out, easily a foot long. It dropped into the dust beside his bag, flopping slightly. Jared let a long breath go.
Those sparks had grown into full, burning growls of hunger now, and the raptor was growing anxious, shifting its feet and snorting. Jared turned his back on the creature and stooped, planting one elbow on the ground as he reached back, quickly now. A little filmy disk from one of the pouches on his belt went between his cheeks, pushed to his now-emptied pucker. He gasped softly as the specialized little trinket stretched in the middle and slid up inside him, a soft, cool sensation dragging over his insides before seeming to disappear. The material melded with his skin, and was gone, leaving Jared bent over on knees and an elbow, his ass high before the raptor. "Come on, then," he smirked.
He peeked over his shoulder at the beast. He thought he might have needed to use a little more cunt juice, but a glance told him this time, it wouldn't be necessary. A long, heavily tapered, pink length of hardening cock was hanging from the raptor's sheath by now, though Jared only caught a glimpse of it before the beast was atop him, deep, growling breaths looming over his head.
Hot flesh slapped his ass, and shoved against him. His hand slipped back between his legs again as the raptor bucked a few times, stabbing at the human's cheeks in impatience before those careful fingers slipped around the raptor's meat, guiding it down and between his cheeks. His breath was shallow now, his cheeks flushed slightly as he guided this monster to his asshole. He flinched slightly at the first touch of that hot, slick meat against his pucker, only barely closed now, and he pulled slightly. That was all the invitation the beast needed.
One thrust, and Jared cried out wordlessly, eyes wide, trembling as his asshole was stretched wide all over again, little more than half the raptor's cock buried inside him. And it was only going to get thicker from there. He dropped his head, bracing on knees and forearms, his armor showing its use in guarding his flesh against the rough sand and stone underneath him. A shrill hiss sounded over him as the raptor drew slowly, apparently liking its new fuckhole so far, and it drove in again, boring deep into the man as he cried out again before clenching his teeth shut. Pre dripped on the sand between his legs.
Hunching down a bit, the raptor drew and shoved in again, and again, steadily working in more and more of its monstrously thick cock as the human strained to take it, trembling and gasping and occasionally giving a soft groan. Two clawed, primitive hands landed on his back, slowly wrapping over his shoulders as the raptor pumped in, snarling as it struggled to squeeze in the very last thick inch of its cock. Claws dug into the well-placed, firm leather armor on either side of Jared's neck as he panted and whimpered softly, focusing on relaxing and opening to the beast. He drew a deep breath, and let it go, imagining the tension flowing out of him, as he was trained. And suddenly, the raptor was hilted, roaring out triumphantly. Jared shared in that feeling of triumph, though he barely dared move, he felt so stretched and full.
Now the raptor could begin to mate him in proper. It drew, a long, torturous drag, and slammed in to the hilt once more, and drew again, giving a thick, smug hiss each time. It seemed to love the feel of the little human stretching so snug around its full length, and it barreled home hungrily to grind against his ass over and over, steadily picking up speed. Its lavish stroking grew into a voracious fucking, its great tail lashing slowly from side to side as it snarled and clawed at the armor under its fingers, pumping into its newly discovered bitch greedily. Jared breathed in time with the raptor's rutting, inhaling as it drew before its cock could shove the air out of him again. Best as he could, Jared kept himself alive under the raptor.
His body heaved forward under every blow, and he shoved himself back again to meet the next. But the raptor was rutting him faster and faster, and soon it was the best he could do to simply hold himself high and back constantly, letting his muscles absorb what they could of each blow. The snarls and cries rose, and he could feel the mass shoving through his insides throbbing. He struggled for a deep breath before the beast drove its final stroke home, claws sinking into the leather, and hot seed blasted his insides as the raptor snarled, baring its teeth, whipping its head this way and that to look for challengers as it claimed its bitch.
Letting his breath go, Jared trembled slightly as he reached for his belt again. A little slip of paper bearing a rune slipped out of his pouch, and he pressed it flat against the raptor's belly as it snarled and ground in against his ass. A moment, and it relaxed. The paper was gone. Jared sighed, finally relaxing himself, and took a moment to simply enjoy the warmth spreading in his middle. The throbbing had finally stopped, leaving him quite full and rather sore. The beast's eyes were hooding, and it slowly shifted, pulling out of its bitch.
A heavy sigh escaped the human as the tip finally dragged free of his ass. The beast murred and turned, barely making it to the tree's trunk before collapsing and curling up for a nap. Jared managed another slow smirk. "Night night. Good job." He reached back past his own spent cock to feel carefully at his asshole.
A thin ring just barely extended from his gaping hole-- the opening. He pinched it shut, and carefully began to pull. Biting his lip and grunting, he relaxed and steadily slid out a thin, see-through material. A creamy brew was spread thin in the tight-stretched bag, but as he pulled, more and more spilled out into the exposed material, and he steadily slid the entire, very full pouch out of his ass. Groaning softly, he hefted himself up on his knees to inspect his spoils-- a transparent balloon plump with raptor cum. He carefully tied off the end and grabbed his bag, plopping it inside with another slosh.
"And that makes ten," he breathed with a weary, satisfied smile.
The dildo was wiped clean and slipped back up his ass before he took a break to have a quick snack and regain his stamina. He inspected the final destination of his little quest-- a dark cave hidden in the side of the mountain just beyond the tree the raptor slumbered under. He could only barely tell that light rose from somewhere within. Brushing the last few crumbs of bread and cheese off his armor, Jared rose with a sigh. "Good as new," he told himself, and stretched a bit before strolling into the cave.
The transition from bright, unforgiving sun to the darkness of the cave jarred him a moment, and he stood in the entryway for a moment to let his eyes adjust. Something rustled deeper in. He had probably been heard... but it didn't matter. His feet scraped softly on stone as he drew deeper into the cave, letting shadow fall behind him, to be replaced by the soft, flickering light of fire. A turn in the passage, and he stood in the opening to a modest home.
A torch was hung on the wall to either side, dimly illuminating a small, simple, vaguely circular room. To one side, a pile of rags sat in a corner and a primitive basin sat next to it, half-full of water. On the other, a bed seemed to have been fashioned out of grass and layered leaves. It was here that she rested: "Negotiator Issanix." Jared smiled slowly.
While Issanix's form was humanoid, her hide was a smoother incarnation of that of her mother's reptilian kind. She also bore their claws, and the teeth hidden behind those pouting lips were nearly as sharp. Her eyes were the golden, slitted, predator's eyes of her savage ancestry, though she did have robust, light brown hair similar to her father's kind. And the full, plump bosom she barely managed to hide behind one of those rags, carefully placed, was certainly something she'd gotten from her father's kind. She was a fairly typical hybrid-- besides her complete unwillingness to cooperate.
"I am no Negotiator," she snarled in the pigeon language many reptilian hybrids used for dealing with humans. "Have you come on business, Sower of Seeds, or simply to gawk at your predecessor's handiwork?" She folded her arms, doing what little she could to obscure her breasts, though this only left the wide spread of her hips and thighs and the little rag suspended over her sex by strings open to his eyes.
His smile never slipped as he stepped into the room. "I wouldn't have forged a path through that impressive throng of suitors you've gathered for anything but the most important of reasons, Negotiator. We've determined that it is time that you bear a child, for the good of both our peoples." He took another step into the room, slow and certain. He dropped his pack on the stone.
She swallowed, leaning back a hint, and she spared a clawed hand to cover the space between her legs. Her concern wasn't unwarranted-- his eyes had been crawling over her curvaceous, smooth, firm body since they'd first found her. The effect she was having on him was obvious by the heavily swollen shaft hanging between his legs, but he knew that it was having an effect on her as well-- or rather, everything about him was. The way he looked at her as though she was already his, the surety of his stride, the bare meat slowly rising before her, and above all, the scent of him and his arousal. He had let it fill the room slowly through his mere presence, just the trace of his smell. She couldn't escape it, now, and she was fidgeting and alternately glaring at him and looking away with consternation. "You have no right to treat me like this. I am no... breeding stock for your empire."
His hand cupped her chin, pulling her gaze up to his when she looked away again. Something burned in her eyes, and it was not hate. "Issanix... Issa. This is for the sake of your people. This is the purpose for which you were born. Your own body knows what you need, do not deny it any longer..." Another hand glided up her side, and he was kneeling over her, his face close to hers. "If you want me to leave, then say so..." He smiled a hint.
Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks flushed. Issa stared up into those dark brown eyes, searching for the will to fight them. "I..." she breathed barely that much. He took her mouth in a kiss, and his body pressed to meet hers. Her arms slid open, and fell around him as the bed met her back. Fingers crept over her breast and squeezed, kneading at her flesh until the rag she'd used for a top tore under his fingers, her breasts spreading against his chest. His other hand seized at her meager loincloth and tore it off her broad hips. She whimpered softly against his lips, and her legs spread as he shifted in between them.
Breaking the kiss, Jared gasped softly as his fingers made their way down her middle to find her sex. Slick skin slid under his fingers, and he rubbed slowly and firmly over her entrance as she quivered and drew deep breaths. His fingers dipped slowly inside, finding her plenty ready for him-- except there was something unexpected in the way. He blinked, and his eyes fell to the hybrid's, hers half-hooded and trying to sneak away in embarrassment. "Issa... you haven't--? All those raptors out there...!"
"They're too big." She tried to keep the impatience out of her voice, to sound casual, but only betrayed a huffy air of embarrassment. "You humans are built too small for..."
Jared couldn't help but grin. Ironic, he supposed. That also explained how productive they all seemed to be... He drew a deep breath, and leaned in to growl in her ear, "then I'll just have to stretch you out, my dear..." He chuckled as he felt her tighten around his fingers. A shift of his hips pushed his shaft, quite ready for duty, up her thigh. He wasn't as big as any of the raptors, certainly, but his special breeding, training and treatment had left him quite impressively endowed. His fingers slid out of her slowly, withdrawing to spread her lips as he leaned in over her, smoothly pressing his lightly twitching tip to her sex.
Her juices smeared over him as he gave a tender, testing push, and she squeaked softly. Her hips bucked up after a breath, and he grinned and pushed in. A high moan broke from the hybrid, and he could feel the tightness on his back armor of claws dragging over it. Another push, and she abruptly cried out, trembling and wincing. He kissed her jawbone, holding still a moment, until her trembling stopped. She barely started to push her hips up again before he shoved deeper, earning a heavy gasp from the newly deflowered hybrid. The breath rolled from her in a groan as he bored deeper and deeper, the way smoothed by her bottomless liquid arousal. He growled in her ear, and she tightened around him as he shoved in to finally hilt her, heavy balls pressing to the broad curves of her ass.
"Ahh... it's not fair..." She breathed softly, clawing slowly at his back as he ground around her insides, testing her limits a moment. "That you humans can do this... it's..." Her eyes watered as her hips pushed up to meet his.
He pulled, and slammed to the hilt again, knocking a soft cry from her and snapping her eyes open. He smiled and kissed her cheek. "What's wrong with having a good time? Just enjoy, Issa..."
"You kn-know what I mean!" She protested, though it was hard to say anything as her body bounced under the slow, powerful thrusts he was shoving to her hips. "It's not that--"
His lips plastered to hers, and he took a deep, forceful kiss from her, growling into her muzzle as his arms flexed to pull her body tight against his. She melted slowly, falling limp a hint more with each blow of their hips, her deepest limit stretching to accommodate him. Her arms drew tighter around him, plastering her heavy bust between the two as their bodies rocked together. He'd been gaining speed rapidly, but as her body spoke of its utter submission to desire, he shifted gears-- into a full rut.
Powerful blows plowed into her hips, grinding each stroke home and rocking her body up before he withdrew to slam in once again. He gave in to the power of his instincts and pounded and pounded her, his hips soon breaking into an erratic, powerful beat of their own, giving up rhythm for pure, hungry, constant thrusting without expecting any more of the mounted than to lie back and take it, as was her place.
Issanix's mouth broke from the kiss to gasp noisily, and high groans rang through the cave as she was claimed. He panted as well, head hanging over her shoulder, cheek sometimes rubbing to hers. He growled and huffed and snarled as he'd heard the beasts do when they'd ridden him, and she only grew tighter and tighter around him. And the tighter she grew, the harder his hips pounded in, and the tighter his sack drew in preparation, his every muscle tightening.
She moaned and hissed and growled back as he brutally claimed her, her own body beginning to tense under his as she neared her own climax. His grasp on her shifted, and he leaned down, hot breath rolling over her collarbone and her breast. Her eyes followed him curiously, her breath a great mess of whimpers and groans, soon rising much into the latter as his mouth closed on her breast. He suckled roughly at her nipple, a dark, hard nub on the tip of that heavy mound, and she quivered violently, his rutting hitting her at an ever-so-subtly new angle. His mouth opened, and he bit down on her breast, capturing a good stretch of flesh along with her hard tip.
A high moan, and her body opened up to him-- her legs spread as wide as they could go, her head threw back, and her arms clutched him tight to her, claws dragging over his armor and spilling blood in his hair as great claw marks opened on his scalp. Her sex was a melting pot of her juices, flooding to drip off his balls as they quivered and finally seized exultantly. His hips ground murderously to hers with the final thrust, and his cream burst inside her, flooding her newly christened womanhood as the two shivered and clung to each other jealously.
The seed was sown, and Jared's quest was completed. Amidst heavy breaths in the suddenly sweltering cavern, another runed paper allowed him a graceful exit while the hybrid slept. Soon, Jared made his way quietly through a field full of sleeping creatures, a bit weary but showing no signs of slowing. It was finally time to head back to town.
"Hail, Jared. I trust you were successful?" Thalin smiled, raising a hand in greeting from under the shade of his little open hut. The horse hybrids were among the first to ally with the humans, and there had been strong ties between their races since ages past. Jared was more than welcome in the equine outpost, and Thalin had been more than happy to make his personal acquaintance.
"You place your trust well, as usual." Jared smirked, and unshouldered his bag with another telltale slosh.
"Excellent. The raptor seed will find no end of uses with our breeders, and perhaps this will take the edge off the raptors' recent aggression. The attacks on the other species nearby had been getting out of hand." The horse hybrid grinned and counted the great, jiggling bags of raptor jism as he plopped them into a sack of his own. "And you've put a seed in that troublesome negotiator as well?"
"She's as foul-tempered as always, but I did."
"I'm sure she'll bear a much more helpful child soon enough. Your virility is beyond question." The hybrid chuckled as he stooped to pick up another bag.
"You should know, old man." Jared jabbed at the hybrid, though Thalin was hardly even middle-aged.
The horse laughed. "If you could get men pregnant, I'm sure I'd have plenty of evidence for you. But perhaps one of these will do for a better trophy of your accomplishment?" A box of fine, dark wood emerged from the bag and opened, revealing a fine, scarlet padding lined with treasures. The traditional offering of thanks. On the pad lay a wicked-looking blue-and-black dildo, an earring, and a simple metal band a couple inches in diameter.
"What's this, Thalin?" Jared frowned slightly, fingering the metal band.
Smiling, the horse plucked up the band. "This is an enchanted cockring, of course. Secure it around your cock and balls, and you will gain a fair amount of length and girth, and your stamina will increase dramatically. Just don't use it too often-- it can put quite the strain on your body over the long term."
Jared whistled softly. "I'll take it!" He snatched up the ring and admired it a moment. "Thanks, Thalin. I'll see you--"
"Ah, wait, young Sower! Come closer." The horse beckoned him.
The human obliged with a curious frown. "This is hardly the time for another ride, Thalin..."
"Not that." Thalin glanced around for anyone nearby, and cast an arm around the human's shoulders, pulling him into the hut before speaking in a low voice. "I have another quest for you, Sower of Seeds. We are putting out this call to only those the tribe trusts most, as this is a very delicate matter." He frowned and considered a moment before continuing. "As you know, breeding horses and humans is quite common these days. Part of the agreement between the hybrid and human factions, yes? Well, what you might not know is that every once in a while, something in the breeding goes... wrong. Sometimes, a hybrid is created that is not human of shape and pleasing to the eye as we consider it. It is still half horse and half human, but... different." A hard gaze turned to meet Jared's. "Have you heard of... centaurs?"
The human stared a moment. "You mean... centaurs are--?"
"An accident. A most unfortunate accident. We've been at a loss as to what to do with them since their first discovery-- but we know only that they are... extremely embarrassing. Their tempers, their primitive ways, their hostility against all other races... had we known at first what menaces they would become, we might never have allowed them out into the wild. But I do not know if that would be within our rights." Thalin sighed. "But that is beside the point. We have quietly established a small, secured reserve of centaurs not too far from here. We need seed samples from those centaurs, Jared. If we can study their seed, we might be able to figure out why they came to be-- and how to prevent any more from being made by accident."
Jared nodded slowly. "Alright, Thalin. I'll get--"
"~You~ will not rush into this alone if you value your life, young Sower. You have much potential, but if you try to harvest a centaur on your own, it will destroy you. Find others that have been charged with this task, and together, you should be able to overcome the rage of the centaur. Be careful, Jared. And, if you succeed..." He hefted a larger wooden case and opened it to give the man a peek.
Jared whistled softly.
A few minutes later, Jared was waving down one of his guildmates at the road just outside of the village. His guild was undoubtedly on the large side, and he'd been able to contact a few others that could help him quite quickly. The first to arrive was Seirenel, a human woman with a certain intensity in her eyes. Almost enough to draw his gaze away from the way her pert bosom jiggled under the two simple straps of her harness. Almost. The jiggling was thanks to the way her mount bobbed up and down as it ran-- a raptor, not that different from those he'd grown so familiar with of late. He cleared his throat, eyeing the beast a moment before finally thanking her for coming.
Seirenel had already retrieved the centaur's seed for the village earlier-- it seemed they always needed more. She was kind enough to help him out, even so. "Could always use the experience," she'd explain with a hint of a smile.
The third and final member of their little group took a fair deal longer to arrive. "Sorry," she blurted when she arrived, "had to take care of a few things at the auction house first."
Dorien was a bit of an unusual one among the Sowers and Harvesters of the preserves. For one thing, she wasn't pure human-- she was a fox-human hybrid. Fox hybrids were among the few races close enough to humans to still exhibit some small degree of the humans' notorious effects, but it was a large disadvantage. Her other little quirk --or rather, her other big quirk, as she had many other little ones-- might have helped counter this to some small degree: she bore both sexes.
None could have questioned the sexuality of the vixen-- her bust's striking size would have been visible when she'd first appeared over the curve of a distant hill even if she didn't wear a sheer, bright pink cloth wrapping strained around her breasts. By the time she'd finally reined in her curious, rhino-like riding creature, the rest of her endowments were in plain sight. A broad sheath hid her pride and joy, her monstrous fox cock. Two fat orbs straddled the curve of her saddle, the bottoms slightly darker with moisture-- juices ran down her saddle on either side, moistening the insides of her thighs. It looked like it had been a bumpy ride. "So," she continued, "where we going again?" She laughed out loud.
Jared and Seirenel mounted up --Jared had been assured his horse was not related to anyone he knew, though Thalin had worn a peculiar smile at the time-- and made their way to the valley Thalin had told him of. Two well-armed horse hybrids stood guard at the only entrance to the valley, and nodded them in with only a moment's explanation.
Despite the dryness of the surrounding land, the valley was surprisingly green and lush. They dismounted and trekked deeper quietly, slipping around full, almost tropical trees and taking care not to walk through too much underbrush. Finally, the reason for the fertile land opened up before them: an oasis at the bottom of the valley. A soft murmur of admiration passed between them-- but it was cut short when they noticed they had company across the waters. Not just a centaur, but three. Enough to rape all of them to pieces before they could even put on condoms. They backed away slowly.
"Those guys are huge!" Dorien might have been whispering, but she was still plenty noisy. "We're gonna harvest the seed from one of those?"
Jared frowned a moment in confusion. "Haven't you already completed this quest, Dorien? I thought you were just about done in Four Winds."
"Oh, heehee, I kinda put off a couple quests. Like, you need a group for this one, so I figured..." She shrugged and turned away to take a look around.
Still frowning a hint, Jared turned to his remaining companion. "Seiren... you managed it before, didn't you? We should be able to find one centaur on his own, right?"
"I think that near the outskirts, they tend to patrol on their own. We should be able to find one of the guards and--"
"Jared! Sei-face!" That overly loud whisper rose from nearby, beyond a tree and a bit of brush, and with a glance exchanged, the two followed after their wayward companion.
Crouching behind a bush, Dorien pointed excitedly as soon as they came within sight. Sure enough, a centaur stood not too far away, apparently taking a break to munch messily at a piece of fruit from another tree. He was faced away from them, as luck would have it, but Dorien's noisy whispers might have alerted the beast at any moment: "look at him! His balls are bigger than ~mine!~"
Indeed, the great, pendulous orbs hanging between those stout horse legs were massive enough to put even the ridiculously well-hung vixen to shame. For perspective, however, the creature was himself quite large-- the body of a horse made up his lower half, no smaller in build than a stallion in his prime. Where the body would have shrank into a neck, however, the torso of a man rose-- or rather, a broad, muscular and thick-skinned man. His hair was a rough mane tied back in a rough, bushy braid, and his face was hard, teeth tearing into the fruit as though he wished it were something that could cry for mercy. From what they'd heard, this was a typical centaur.
Shuffling his feet a moment, Jared looked to Seiren, but even she seemed shaken a moment. She caught his eyes on him, however, and stamped out whatever uncertainty might have taken her in the moment it took to shoot him a hard look. "They're vicious if you don't handle them right, but we know what we're doing. We'll be fine if we handle it correctly." Jared nodded, and the two of them looked to Dorien.
She blinked, and looked back quizzically.
"You're a seducer, aren't you?" Seiren hissed. "You get his attention, and we'll follow from there."
The vixen's eyes widened, and she glanced back at the centaur. "I, uh... I've never really seduced for a group before." Jared hung his head a moment.
"Well, now's the time to practice, then." Seiren frowned. "Haven't you been party to a few groups before? There have been several quests and deep dungeons..."
"Well, I'm kind of a solo gal." Dorien laughed weakly. Jared shook his head. "Hey, um... do you think I could get some juices? I'm running kind of low, actually..."
The woman was taken back a moment, and finally sighed. "...Alright. But make it quick..." She looked around and set her back against a tree, glancing over at the centaur with a frown.
"Ah, me too, actually." Jared gave an embarrassed chuckle as he drew closer along with the vixen. "Doesn't hurt anything, though... you'll be harvesting, right? Might as well get you going now..." He smiled, sliding a hand up the woman's thigh.
Dorien nodded beside him, smiling a little too brightly. "Yeah! You'll need to be as ready as you can get for that guy..." Her fingers glided up the human woman's thigh quickly to rub over her sex. Seiren gasped as she was abruptly penetrated by two fingers, not quite hiding a frown. Dorien always seemed to be in a hurry, Jared observed. Two furry fingers worked up inside her, pumping her insides and flexing and spreading inside her. "Mmh... you're awful tight, babe. You sure you'll be able to handle him like this?"
The woman smirked. "I already did. Maybe if you trained as a harvester, you'd know a thing or two about the disciplining we go through. We don't ~need~ dildos to get ready to take the big boys..." Her voice had dipped into a throaty tone that had Jared rising to attention as his hand climbed her side to massage her breast. She turned her smirk on him when Dorien wasn't looking, and he swallowed and smiled back. His middle finger slowly slid in snug beside the vixen's two, and her smile widened as she drew a deep breath, which only pushed her breast into his groping hand.
Her juices were starting to flow properly, and Dorien grabbed a specialized vial from her belt pouch. She hadn't been low-- she'd been out entirely. She carefully stroked the woman a few times more before drawing out her fingers thickly glazed with the juices of the woman's arousal. She dipped a finger into the vial, and pulled it out dry. A small pool was left in the bottom of the vial. The second finger did the same, while Jared was firmly pushing three fingers into the woman to the last knuckle. The two took turns harvesting these juices, letting Seiren lay back and stifle soft moans under all the attention.
Perhaps only a couple minutes passed, but when Seiren realized they'd been noticed, she almost had to wonder what had taken so long. Her eyes had lost their focus, but it was hard to miss the vixen abruptly being thrown to the ground with a yelp, and replaced with a leering centaur. Two big, powerful hands seized around her middle, hefting her up as she cried out, quickly shaking off the lust-induced stupor. "D-Dorien! Do something!" She gave another yelp as she was thrown on the ground, cut off when she landed on her face.
The centaur was obviously interested-- a pink-and-black, throbbing leviathan, that beast known as the horse cock, hung under the centaur's second belly, dripping and descending as the centaur stooped down over its prey. Everyone present had seen a horse cock, of course, but this enormous piece of meat was, to a normal horse cock, almost what a normal horse cock was to a human cock. That is to say, it was jaw-droppingly large, if anyone dared stand around near it with their mouth open.
Not one to let beautiful women get holes punched in their middles, Jared did the one thing he could think of to distract the centaur: his job. He jumped upon the centaur with a cry, hooking his legs around the creature's flanks. Luckily, he was still hard. A thick, black pucker peeked between the heavy, muscular cheeks of the centaur's rump, and Jared managed to lean back just enough without falling off to lever his tip against it. A quick stroke of all-purpose lube in a practiced, quick-draw motion, and he pushed in, splitting the centaur open easily. A cry rose from the beast, a noise a little too beastly to ever be made by a man, and it craned its head around to glare at Jared. Dark eyes under a heavy brow, glowing with some terrible intent. "Dorien! Do something!!" The man managed to call out, only just shoving in to the hilt before the centaur managed to lean back and grab him, throwing him down.
The centaur turned, apparently forgetting Seiren for at least a moment, and approached the fallen man with a snarl. But Dorien was finally on her feet and through with whatever else she had been doing instead of playing her role. What might have been a battle shout sounded behind the centaur, and the vixen leaped in a great, bouncy display to plaster to the centaur's broad, skinned back, one leg barely hooked over his second, furred back. Her arms wrapped around him, and she breathed hot in his ear before firmly catching a lobe in her teeth with a growl. Her breasts looked a little less incredibly large against the scale of his body-- they were only enormous squished against his back and side. He turned with a confused growl, and she surprised him with a rough kiss-- the recently harvested juices thick on her tongue.
A deep growl rolled through the beast, but it stopped advancing. Its thick, powerful arms slipped around and gathered up the busty vixen, never breaking the kiss. Her paw slipped down again, and returned to slap a runed paper on his back. The least she could do to help settle the thing down. The centaur's hands roved over her, one not quite engulfing a single cheek of her ass in deep, rough gropes while the other slid up and down her body, clawing bluntly at her thigh as it hooked up on his hip, molding her heavy tit, brushing over her masculine sex a moment in confusion before going elsewhere. The creature was distracted. For now.
When a creature tended to be especially rowdy or violent, at least two harvesters were needed. One had to seduce the creature and keep its attention divided, its senses inflamed. The other was the actual harvester-- in this case, Seirenel, who had only taken a moment to apply her condom before approaching the centaur. That great horse cock hung as massive and threatening as ever, though it seemed to be drooling all the more now. She reached into her bag quickly, pulling out a large wooden plank with padding on one side. She plopped it onto the ground underneath the beast, and its simple magics got to work-- stout, sturdy legs sprouted underneath it, driving the plank up into the air. She grabbed it and guided it to stand an inch or two under that hanging shaft. She drew a deep breath, and clambered onto the bench.
Jared had recovered in a moment, and joined her in time to do her the favor of guiding the beast in. Seiren spared a moment's smile for him as she spread her legs, gripping the bench, her breasts half-flattened and spilling off either side. He smiled back, feeling only a single pang of regret before carefully pushing the thick, throbbing, blunt cockhead cradled in his hand against her wet sex. It looked entirely too large to have any business between the poor woman's legs, but the centaur seemed to think it was perfect. A thick rumble rose from the beast as he clutched at his vulpine plaything, a single shift of his flank shoving Seirenel's slickened sex wide open around that great, fleshy battering ram.
The man couldn't help but shiver just watching his companion stretched around that beast. But he knew the girth wasn't the problem-- it was the length. If Dorien didn't keep him distracted enough, the beast could easily go much too deep, much too fast. But that was out of his hands, now-- Jared had his own job to do. And watching the other two get to work, he certainly didn't have to worry about being up to the task. Even so, though, he slipped a metal band from his pack, taking great care to secure it with the help of a little magical lubrication. If ever there was a time...
While the seducer distracted the beast, the harvester would pleasure him and eventually receive his seed. This could take quite a while, however-- and the longer it went, the more likely they'd run out of stamina and be completely overwhelmed. So a third role helped-- a pleasurer.
Jared brandished his steely hard cock with a grin he couldn't suppress. The cock ring certainly did the trick. He was still nothing on the centaur for size, but if he got a rise out of the beast before... He plopped down a smaller bench of his own behind the beast, and thick, treaded legs sprouted. He planted his feet wide on the bench, and laid a hand on the beast's great rump. Now that he looked at it, it was quite a massive, muscled posterior. He swallowed, glancing down at the world-class testicles hanging below. But his gaze couldn't help but take in his own throbbing, overeager shaft. He grinned slowly, slicking another light layer of lube over himself. "See how you like this..." He growled softly, and pushed his drooling, impatient cockhead once again to that fat, black pucker. He shoved, splitting the beast open with more effort this time, and the centaur broke the kiss a moment with a roar before the vixen nipped roughly at his neck and seized his lips again. Even with the rush of fear that he'd gone too far, Jared had found the beast's reaction immensely gratifying. He shoved again, and again, until his hips plastered to that broad rump. It certainly felt different...
Growling softly, Dorien seized the centaur's lips again. He might have been a brute, but he couldn't resist her embrace, the rub of her body against his, the plush, plentiful flesh his fingers found wherever they roamed her. Her own fingers trickled down from his shoulders, teasing and rubbing and tickling all along his thickly muscled back. The kiss broke again, but this time because the centaur was gasping for air-- he hadn't learned to breathe in a kiss as she had. She giggled, nibbling along his jawbone and down the side of his neck as he murred thickly. A big hand retook her ass, rubbing in between her legs now, and she gave a soft squeak as broad fingers rubbed over the femsex half-hidden under the swell of her hanging orbs. What might have been a brutish chuckle rolled from the centaur as he probed inside, earning a cute little squeal and moan from the vixen that only the trained ear could have told was engineered to please.
Below, Seirenel panted and worked her way back, pausing every time the horny centaur shifted hungrily to push forward. She would groan through her teeth as fresh inches plowed into her, stretching her inner limit rapidly, but she managed well enough. When he settled, she'd take a bare breath to relax again before sliding back further, steadily eating up inch after inch after fat, throbbing, thick-veined inch of that horse cock. Another thrust shoved against her limit, forcing a rasping noise from the woman as her insides were bludgeoned by a fat cockhead. She quickly leaned up, steadying her breathing as her body curved up in an arch. The centaur pushed again, and a fat bulge shoved out of her belly just under her ribs before disappearing again. Endless layers of training, specialization, and enchantment would start really paying off here.
The centaur was bucking more often, throbbing hungrily as he sunk into that tight little hole, and Jared could feel everything happen-- that hot sleeve he'd shoved into twitched with every tensing of that cock, and the huge flank he gripped at would flex and seize down with every push. He was watching and feeling it all go down-- with what he could spare of his attention. Strictly speaking, he should have been pleasuring the centaur with a buffet of intense stimulations to his hole and prostate. This was still happening, but rather as a side effect of the man's enjoyment. He found he was exquisitely sensitive now, yet he could tell he wouldn't orgasm any time soon. So he put his steely, swollen shaft to the test pumping into that massive ass, claiming the beast that had dared to nearly overcome them. He had the beast by the tail end, and he was sure as hell enjoying himself. His hips slapped to that broad rump in deep, impatient thrusts, smoothing the centaur's insides with his own slathering pre as he huffed and chuckled with exhilaration, gripping tight to those broad flanks.
A high cry rose over the centaur's head, paws clinging to his head as he feasted on an enormous, furry breast, suckling and dragging his teeth over her soft flesh sloppily. She whimpered and writhed in his grasp, one hand planted in the small of her back while the other rooted two thick fingers in her femsex and another in her tailhole. Her layered wrapping had been torn aside, barely clinging to her middle short of falling apart now as he reveled in her great, curved mountains. His teeth sunk in, and in the middle of a groan, she slapped him sharply across the face, leaving a bright red paw mark across his cheek and up his brow. He chuckled, easing up for the moment as she panted and pushed her other breast in his face. The beast pumped both her holes roughly, shoving her body up with the force of each firm thrust to bury his knuckles against her, and she cried out each time, tightening around his fingers. A third finger slid into her pussy, and her groans hit a new pitch-- only to cut off abruptly as a fat thumb wedged its way in beside a finger in her tailhole, leaving her stunned and stretched. A shaky gasp escaped her before another moan finally found its way up her throat, her nipple poking hard to his cheek before he gobbled it up.
The thrusts were coming faster now-- he was distracted, but far too interested in Seiren's stretched little hole to be derailed now. Biting down on her lip, the woman pushed herself up as high as she could go, the centaur's second belly rubbing over her hair as that thick, cock-shaped bulge shoved out of her belly over and over, pushing out between her breasts as she neared the base of the beast. She was desperately sliding back whenever she dared-- if the centaur tried to step forward too far, it could throw off everything. So she inched back, struggling against the constant plowing of that fat horse cock through her wide-strained cunt, fingers scrabbling for a grasp at the bench to slide back just a little further. Her ass was getting dragged up in the air as she neared the base, more of her weight transferring to that slick pole of horsemeat. It was all she could do to not get shoved forward all over again. Her legs gripped the bench more than the ground now, and a whimper shoved out of her with each thrust into her distended womb, her hands just barely clutching the top of the bench. Soon, she thought. Soon, he'd blow. Surely. Before she blacked out... the sight of her own skin stretching out before her face in the blunt shape of that cock was almost fascinating. She was glad her eyes were watering too much to see it properly.
Getting close. The centaur was, not Jared-- he felt like he could keep rutting that hole for hours. But he could tell by the way the beast drew tighter and tighter, which only provoked the man to pound it all the harder. He wasn't a beast, but with time, he'd picked up a few of their habits. He bared his teeth, snarling slowly as he gripped that wide rump and rutted it, barely thinking to notice that the beast had been inching forward until he could only barely stand on the bench on his toes. He didn't let that slow him, though-- he had an enormous ass to claim. His balls slapped in tight over and over, and soon, he felt something peculiar against them-- the massive, low-hanging orbs below had pulled up snug enough that the upper curve of the behemoths was nudging against his own slapping orbs. Close...
Panting noisily, the centaur snarled and glanced back. A powerful thrust, and Seiren cried out below. Snarling, Dorien seized the centaur's throat in his teeth. The orgasm was the hardest part for the seducer-- she had to keep him from tearing everyone apart in the tense moments leading up to orgasm, and the throes of the climax itself. Her claws sank into his back, and she gnawed at his throat ferociously, her furious snarls filling his ears. His arms closed around her again as he growled out in answer, raising a hand a moment to lay a sharp spank across her ass. She cried out, stopping for a moment before going back to gnawing on him. He struck her again, and she cried out, and again. His breath deepened, and he started spanking her massive, plump ass rapidly, in time with every rough thrust rocking his body. The seducer cried out in time with her harvester, the two subject to the same savage beat. The centaur's hand seized on her ass suddenly, squeezing as he snarled. She bit into his shoulder and held on for her life as he roared out.
Two great, melon-sized orbs slapped against Seiren's thighs as a thick, ruffled sheath ground to her lips. A fat cockhead throbbed before her, fat and pulsing dangerously through her stretched skin-- and suddenly speared out with a powerful jet. It melted back instantly, making the bulge swell fatter even as a fresh geyser shot against her limit. Seiren out-screamed the world as she felt that beast pulse hot and pumping inside her, fresh seed quickly flooding her womb and stretching it out in every dimension as her body tingled with a mixture of relief and fresh strain. She managed to gasp weakly for breath before giving what was meant to be a scream, but only came out as a shaky moan to match the way her body trembled around the beast skewering her, waves of pleasure rolling unbidden through her body. She felt every thick, rolling pulse of those balls pumping out a fresh wad, and she felt the centaur's cock swell in the middle with its payload, and she felt it plaster against the rough-drilled wall of her womb to add fresh heat to the simmering, bloated pool that was the deepest reaches of her distended sex.
So close. He hadn't thought he'd come anytime soon, but when that thickly muscled hole seized down on him to strangle his cock, he slopped on a little more lube and went to town with a triumphant roar all his own. Now, he throbbed viciously, panting and rutting that massive ass with everything he had. His balls were drawing taut, but he had to fight the time-- he needed one more stroke, and after that, just one more. Just one more. His voice broke in a cry of lust, of insatiable hunger, and a hint of the monster he had bred within himself as he slammed to the hilt, rocking the centaur forward a hint as he fired jet after jet into the warm depths of that feral beast's ass. Claimed.
One couldn't exactly call Dorien a masochist, but somewhere between the way her cheeks stung bright red under her fur, the way her tailhole clenched and clenched but only stretched wider around those flexing digits, and the way her pussy kept finding strange new ways to stretch under those clenching, spasming fingers that just wouldn't stop jamming on her g spot no matter how loudly she screamed... somewhere in all that, orgasmic pleasure found its way to wracking her body with its cruel, delicious electric waves until all the was left was a panting, curvaceous, furry mess of a hermaphrodite coughing up some of her own seed-- and perking her ears. She drew a shaky breath and announced proudly:
"Ding!"