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With the buck in his sight, and more importantly with him out of the animals' sight Jacob cocked his crossbow and slowly pulled a bolt from the quiver on his hip. It was an old weapon, although well maintained, and had just enough range to bring a deer down if he managed to get close enough. Truth be told Jacob had been hoping to go back with a coney or two, and even though he might regret setting his sight on the buck drinking from the stream just ahead of him when his back was bending from the weight of his catch on the long walk back home, the venison and the bragging rights would be worth it. He'd been taking careful aim when the buck, apparently having drank his fill, lifted his head and turned it to face the waiting human. There wasn't enough wind to blow his scent the skittish cervine's way, but Jacob was on a game trail, so maybe the buck had been intending to stroll this way in the first place. That all changed when he saw the hunter and instinct kicked in, moving the graceful animal faster than the would-be hunter could react.

Jacob tried his best to aim and pulled the trigger, but the buck went one way and his bolt went another, missing the prancing beast by several feet as it swished through the bushes growing thick along the stream. Jacob had been sure the bolt had missed wide before he heard a cry and what he suspected was a swear. Worried he might have managed to hit someone by accident the young man crossed the shallow water and made his way along the narrow meandering paths in the direction of what had sounded either like a woman or worse yet - a child.

He'd emerged into a small clearing and realized that the person he'd almost hit had been moving in the opposite direction, eager to see who had fired the bolt clutched in one hand. It was a woman, or at least a female. Very definitely female and very definitely irate as she stared down at the man holding what had obviously launched the tiny arrow that seemed to have missed her by, but probably not by much. She was glaring down at him which no woman had been able to do to Jacob since he'd been a child, but those women had stood on two legs. He knew that there were centaurs out there and had heard rumors that beyond the forest were the plains that the half-human half-equine folk called home, and yet this was his first time seeing one. Supposedly they had fought wars against each other back in the olden days, which could explain why they were strangers to each other even though nothing but a stretch of forest was between them. The one standing in front of him didn't seem to be ready to start a war even though the long-handled sickle she held in one hand was disconcerting, especially since she still looked upset about his reckless shot.

"I'm sorry I... there was a deer I was trying to..." he began, but the centauress cut him off with a terse reply in a tongue he'd never heard before. The Ds and Ks were sharp and her Rs rolled, giving her speech a strangely clipped quality.

It occurred to Jacob that he'd wandered pretty far into the woods, into what could be considered the centaur's half, and he wondered if he might have just admitted to being a poacher. Not that he had the impression that the horse-woman understood him any better than he did her. He wasn't sure if they even ate meat, but he guessed they hunted deer judging by the buckskin 'garment' the centauress was wearing. The only thing on the female standing proud and haughty in front of him was a wide strip of soft buckskin wrapped once around her chest and laced tight enough to draw the gaze to the rather ample sun-bronzed bust. It didn't help that the woman's chest was level with his face. She said something again and this time it seemed like a question.

"I... I don't understand..." he said and shrugged helplessly.

The (for want of a better word) mare harrumphed and shook her tail before gripping the bolt by the fletching and throwing it as one would a knife at the ground in front of Jacob. The tip dug into the soft soil well away from his feet, but close enough to make him flinch and apparently amuse the four-legged female. With a brisk trot she close the distance between them and her face softened into a curious and slightly smug expression. Jacob couldn't fault her - her human half was quite feminine with limbs that although toned were graceful rather than muscular. And even though her lower body was like that of quite a small and slender horse it was still powerful enough to trample or kick him to death should the mare chose to do so.

Form a braided belt around her waist she untangled what turned out to be a simple burlap sack and thrust it at him, along with more clipped speech that was completely alien to Jacob. With an exasperated stomp of a foorehoof she pointed to several patches of fleawort growing in the clearing and repeated what was either a command or a terse request. He noticed a similar sack hanging from the other hip, this one half-full of flowering yarrow and he got the hint.

"Uhh, sure. I'll help you pick some of... these, right?" he asked, holding up a large round leaf, getting a nod in response from the mare.

As he knelt on the ground and picked the leaves by the handful, Jacob wondered why he was doing it. The centauress could just force him to do it since she was stronger and faster than he was, should he try to run, but she didn't seem like she was trying to force him. In fact she was busy harvesting a few feet away from him, gripping the yarrow plants by the flowery crown as her bronze-bladed sickle struck the stem just above the root. This is probably awkward for her to pick... he mused, figuring that the centauress would need to fold her forehooves under herself just to reach the much smaller plants. He was stuffing the green leaves down his sack when a humming made him turn. The mare hummed as she hacked at the herbs around her, and with her mood improved she looked almost like the girls of Jacob's village, humming and singing to themselves at harvest-time. Although no village maiden would dream of being seen with so little clothing.

Apart from the braided belt and the buckskin strap the mare was naked if one didn't count a bay coat that blended with her coppery skin in such a way that she looked naked even with the fur coat on. Her hair was a rusty-brown and wild enough to be called a mane, with two slender braids running from just above her forehead and joining at the back of her head, keeping the wild locks from falling across her face as she worked. Now that she wasn't frowning from him he could tell from the occasional glance that her face was quite pretty - high cheekbones and sharp planes would have made it look a bit severe if not for the delicate point of her chin, full sensuous lips and large eyes of a bronzy-brown.

Once her sack was full she glanced his way and seemed satisfied with how much he'd picked. There came a few more words in that strangely clipped language, and when that failed she stomped a hoof in irritation and motioned for him to follow. Jacob still wasn't sure why he did. He did as she asked, and it wasn't like she needed his help to carry the sack full of herbs, when she could have easily carried him on his back along with what he'd picked. Walking behind her he was struck again by just how little the horse-woman really wore. He supposed it wouldn't really be practical to wear clothes on the lower half of her body, and her tail was full enough to cover everything that really needed covering. And should he really care? After all, what the tail was covering was almost certainly what he'd seen on mares before. And no matter how much of a mare he saw he never reacted the way he did when seeing a human female showing more skin than usual. The centauress looked behind, presumably to check if he was keeping up, and the way she smiled made him wonder how much of his confusion was plain to see on his face. And a few paces later when the long black tail flicked he wondered if this strange woman was teasing him...

The path took them to an old oak that had spread wide enough to clear the space under its boughs of anything that couldn't grow in the shade, and it was here that the mare had made a simple camp. There wasn't much to it - what looked like saddlebags slung over a low-hanging branch, the remains of a campfire with a small copper kettle next to it and various herbs strung out to dry near the fire pit. The mare tossed her bag down and motioned for him to do the same before rummaging around in her bags. She pulled out two small clay cups and poured some of the dark brew from the kettle into each, handing one to the still confused Jacob.

The drink was lukewarm by now, and after seeing the mare sip hers the young man carefully brought the cup to his lips and tried some. The taste was pungent and bitter but the connection was intensely aromatic as it slid down his throat, and while Jacob suspected it was an acquired taste he was sure he could finish the drink without offending the mare. She seemed pleased he was drinking and for a while they each sipped from their cup in companionable silence. By the time he was nearly done Jacob felt whatever was in the brew invigorating him, a testament to this strange woman's herblore. The centauress finished before he did, and after putting away her cup shocked him by casually unlacing the straining strip of buckskin, sighing when the garment opened at the front and exposed what was beyond a doubt the most magnificent bust Jacob had ever seen...

*******

Why is he staring? Don't human females have breasts?

The thought twisted Katka’s full lips into a mue of confusion as she gazed at the peculiar interloper into what was, by tradition, her tribe's half of the forest. As practical as it was when trudging through the woods and as necessary as it was when running across the fields towards the forest, her wrap wasn't nearly as comfortable as just letting her breasts hang free the way she'd done back when she was a filly and her bosom hadn't grown heavy enough to become a nuisance. She didn't understand why the sight of a naked chest had seized this strange male's attention, and was even more confused when he finally lifted his gaze to meet hers and immediately looked away. And blushed!

He's embarrassed! Embarrassed at getting caught looking at a naked mare! He can't still be a colt, can he?

The mare wondered, and without the human's strange notion of bashfulness examined him as best as she could. Swathed in those clothes it was hard to tell what he really looked like, but despite the fact that standing chest-high compared to her suggested he might still be a growing colt, she dismissed the notion. Those little legs were ridiculous, but from the waist-up he was similar enough to her own species. And a colt's limbs would have been more gangly-looking, nor would a colt have the broad chest of this human male trying to pretend he hadn't been staring at her teats. Nor would a colt have a beard, if that was a beard. Centaur males had long mustaches and their chins would grow a beard long enough for them to braid as they grew older, but this man had a layer of very short fuzz covering everything under his nose and cheekbones. Peculiar and more like some sort of lower-face fur than a beard, but it was something that made her look at him like a fully-grown male.

But Katka wasn't a filly in her first heat who still blushed at the thought of mating. Among her people it was normal to take a good look at something that happened to catch your eye in the first place. It showed interest and a confidence that stallions sought in mares as surely as the females sought it in them. A grown male blushing was absurd, but the mare had to admit it was intriguing.

Acting on pique, she pranced into the bashful male's field of vision, tossing her mane back and thrusting her chest out she saw him look up at her, puzzled by her behavior and obviously taking an effort to keep his gaze above her neck. With a smile curving her lips she trotted around the confused male, trying not to laugh as he turned on his heels to keep her in his field of vision, aware that without her wrap her breasts were bouncing gently with every step. If she’d put on a meting display for a male of her species and he was interested, he would have blocked her path and he definitely wouldn’t have been bothered getting caught staring at more than her face. This human seemed timid, and to her surprise Katka found herself getting quite taken with the notion of a timid, plaint mate.

“You’ve had your look colt, now how about giving me something to look at?” she said, but the man definitely couldn’t understand her any better than she could make out the gibberish that passed for human language. In the end she had to tug on the tunic he wore and pantomime the way she’d taken her halter off until the male got the idea.

It took him some time to disrobe, but now that he was naked he seemed to get some confidence. Maybe it was because it was clear what she wanted from him, especially since the centauress didn’t hesitate to stare at what she wanted. She knew she couldn’t really expect him to have what a stallion did and she did her best not to titter at the strange shaft sticking up from the human’s crotch. Less than a foot long and nowhere near as girthy as a stud of her own species, but Katka still found her eyes stuck to the small male’s erection. There was something in the way the male was standing now, and given his proportions, the strange human shaft didn’t look like it would disappoint. For all she knew this man might be a prized stud among his own kind, but if the mare was being honest it was the sheer kinky notion of mating outside her species that made her approach the aroused young man.

For each step she took he took one himself, up until her chest was inches from his face. When she saw his hands rise to her heavy mounds she felt her cheeks grow warm, gasping when the man laid his palms on the satin-soft skin of her bosom. His hands were a match for a stallion – large and heavy, with the callouses and the strong fingers of someone who worked with his hands day on and day out. But even stallions had trouble grasping what she had to offer, and as she trust he chest out at the enraptured young man she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of those bot, strong hands struggling to cup a bounty of pliant feminine flesh.

When a stallion played with her breasts he had to bend down to do so, and for that reason Katka had never really gotten a good glimpse of a male’s face while he massaged her mounds. Her tail shook itself out and her marehood winked at the sight of a strange amorous hunger on the face of her new mate, an expression that had nothing in common with a colt eager for milk. And even though she was sure hers was the biggest bust this male had ever held, it was definitely not the first.

There was a playfulness to his touch, but every caress, squeeze and rub betrayed experience, and Katka found her body responding in what she was sure was the same way a human female’s would. The nut-brown areolae crowning each coppery globe grew a little smaller and just a little darker as her nipples grew hard and stuck out of the circles of dark flesh. She sighed and shook her mane out as the man’s palms rubbed gently against the hard nubs while he squeezed and massaged her breasts, a reaction the male didn’t miss.

She let out a shaky gasp as the human ran his hands up her pillowy mounds, catching the sensitive nipples between his fingers and making the mare shudder. Her mate hadn’t missed that reaction, and a moment later Katka was stifling moans, her rear hoof lifting in a skittish reflex as the human pinched and tweaked the sensitive nubs. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her breathing growing rapid as the human grew more confident. Her size no longer seemed to daunt him now that she was making these noises and shivering under his touch, and the centauress might have grown irritated at his presumptiveness if he wasn’t so skilled.

Her nubs looked like acorn-caps and were every bit as hard as the young man caught each one between thumb and finger, pinching them and tugging them just hard enough for a suggestion of pain to slip into Katka’s mind but not enough actual pain to cut through the haze fogging it. The human seemed to like the happy little noises she was making because he continued to tweak, pull and twist until Katka’s tail was swishing and her sex winking.

Emboldened by her reactions, toe young man leaned closer and opened his mouth, engulfing one stiff nub as he continued to ease the other one. This was not something males of her species generally did and she wasn’t sure if humans just liked breasts this much or if this one was doing it because they were in such easy reach of his head. Katka had never had foals but her sister had twins a while ago and she’d helped her nurse the two hungry colts. One would think that would prepare her for having her luscious mound suckled, but the mare’s gasp and the way her hindlegs were trembling made it clear it wasn’t.

This wasn’t just the simple and often greedy suckling of a hungry foal. The young man at her breast had no interest in coaxing any milk out, and no foal had ever been this… creative once they had a nipple in their mouth. The man would kiss it, then he’d inch it between his teeth just hard enough to make Katka’s tail quiver in fear of a bite before flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub. The centauress surprised herself by laying a hand on the back of the man’s head, pushing his face into the pillowy globe while her new acquaintance continued to expertly tease her.

When she finally allowed him to take his mouth off her breast the young man immediately switched to the other one, which was fine with Katka since she’d intended to push his face in there anyway. She cooed away while the strange male worshiped her breasts, his mouth switching from one pert nipple to the other while strong hands caressed the generous expanse of supple flesh. It was with some reluctance that he pulled his face from her bosom, but she had needs that needed sating, and curiosity was one of them…

*******

There was a pop as his lips were pulled from the perfectly pear-shaped mound, and Jacob was left to wonder at the strange mare’s next flight of fancy as he drank in the sight of the perfect bust rising and falling with each deep breath. He stood stock still and stark naked as the mare took a step back before daintily folding her forehooves under her and surprising him by bending quite gracefully until her face was level with his crotch. He caught sight of the lush mounds he’d been worshipping sway under her chest as the centauress rested one hand against his hip while the other reached out for the shaft that was by now achingly hard.

Her hand was soft as it wrapped around his erection and Jacob didn’t miss the way one corner of her full lips rose as he groaned out and flexed in her grip. He was sure that he couldn’t measure up to a centaur stallion in terms of size, but the strange female slowly stroking his shaft didn’t seem disappointed, although she was definitely amused. She opened the perfect mouth and brought it down on the turgid length in her hand, looking surprised when she barely took a few inches before her lips met her won fingers.

Jacob realized she’d been acting out on habit – if a mare wanted to do this to a centaur she’d have to stroke the parts of him that couldn’t fit into her mouth. The lips wrapped around him curved as she looked up at him with those bronze-brown eyes, something he doubted she could ever do while doing this to a male of her own species. The hand moved to cup his sack and the mare’s mouth moved down, the strange female moaning as he took every inch. Jacob knew he was very well endowed for a human and so far every woman he’d been with had insisted his cock was too big for any woman to swallow all the way, but it turns out all it took was a woman used to taking an equine erection.

The mare had taken him until his tip was lodged in her throat, letting him rest sheathed in the velvety warmth of her mouth before she began to slide her lips along his throbbing length. Jacob had been determined to hold back, figuring the busty mare was either teasing him or possibly just sating her curiosity. There was little doubt in his mind that she’ want her own needs seen to, not after the noises she’d made while he’d played with those perfect breasts now swinging below her with every bob of her head. But there was a purpose to what the mare was doing, and it was clear she was trying to get him to finish in her mouth so he’d last longer when…

That final thought brought on a mental image of what the next part of this little encounter might include, and it would likely be centered on the less-than-human part of this brazen beauty’s anatomy. Had he been in a more rational state, Jacob might have balked at the idea, but with the mare looking up with mischief in her eyes as she vigorously polished the erection caught between those pouty lips, the idea of returning the favor was not without a strange appeal.

The centauress certainly seemed to be eager for it, her lips sealed tight around the smooth shaft as one hand toyed with his sack. Jacob felt a tension build in his body and knew he didn’t have much longer. Figuring he’d been passive enough he put his hands on the mare’s head, something that surprised her considering a centaur lucky enough to be receiving this sort of attention couldn’t reach back.

She smiled with his cock still in her mouth and stood still in challenge, and to Jacob’s delight the pretty brown eyes did bulge a little when he thrust himself down her gullet. The mare was taken by surprise but she didn’t balk at the rough treatment, murmuring softly around his length even as he pumped his hips against her face. She was still playing with his sack although he could feel the pouch had pulled up, his body preparing to give this strange woman her first taste of human seed.

In spite of the differences in anatomy, the mare didn’t miss the fact that he was close. When the head of his shaft began to swell he could feel her tongue extend to cup it, her eyes closing in a surprisingly demure gesture from the so far cocky female. A part of Jacob had been wondering wether to pull out for this, but as the centauress began to gently suckle him he felt like she’d made the decision for him. His hands remained on her head but he fought down the urge to just jam himself into her throat, and when he began to groan and the tension began to drain from his body the mare slid her head just far enough so that the spurting tip was resting on her tongue.

She moaned softly into his member, her tongue dancing over his tip even as the throbbing length flooded her mouth with her first taste of a human male. He released her head but she stayed like that until she’d drawn the last drop of seed from him, at which point she gave him a smile but remained in the peculiar equine kneeling position. Jacob’s blood was still ringing in his ears but even if he’d heard what she said he wouldn’t have understood a word. But the sight of the black tail rising and falling in an impatient gesture was something he could understand.

As he walked around the sleek equine part of the mare’s body, the young man couldn’t help but notice his shaft wasn’t shrinking, and he wondered if it was because of the drink she’d served him, or if it was the sheer kinky excitement about what was to come. In a way it was like having sex for the first time, and if memory served he’d been able to perform immediately after his first and very abrupt climax with a pretty and very accommodating woman passing through his village in a trading caravan.

As he stood behind her the mare gave her tail a few more showy swishes before flagging the curtain of flowing black hair to the side to give him a good glimpse of what it hid. It occurred to Jacob that she might have been trying to make her scent waft to further entice him, and as he took in the sight of the dark equine sex he couldn’t help but notice a sweet mush overpowering the lingering scent of wood-smoke from the mare’s campfire.

It was different than a human woman, but it was still far from the rather pungent scent you’d associate with a stable. Either that, or he was just too far gone down this path and his mind was trying to smooth the way along it. As if sensing his attention was on her, the centauress moaned softly and the black tear-drop between those round copper-furred cheeks opened up for a second, giving him a flash of a moist pink tunnel that made Jacob’s breath catch in his throat.

He’d seen mare’s in heat tease stallions by ‘winking’ at them, and was surprised to see himself fall for the same trick. His hands settled on the equine rump, the curves even more generous than the mare’s bust, even though there was no mistaking this for hard, powerful muscles. Part of him felt he should have been daunted by it, by the fact that this woman could probably split a plank with a kick and carry him on her back for miles before tiring, but when his fingers dug into the firm equine flesh and the centauress moaned in response, all doubts fled.

The mare winked again, giving him flashes of her intimate depths in what was starting to look like impatience, and if she didn’t want him to take things slow, Jacob saw no need to. Most of the times women he was with insisted he go slowly, and a few had even failed to take everything he had, but it was ridiculous to expect that to happen now. This was no filly, and he was no stallion, but he could at least act like a breeding stud. As inviting as it was, the rump was still a little high, but a few pats on the top got the message across. Looking over one shoulder the centauress spread her hindlegs apart until her rump was low enough, and even though her sex was no more exposed now than before the sight of a female with her legs splayed wide was an invitation to mate him mind was more familiar with.

He pushed his tip against the dark teardrop, and the next time the mare winked he plunged in, groaning even as she moaned at the warm, silken heat engulfing every inch of his manhood. The mare winked again and he could feel both the walls of her sex squeeze and stroke him, and that little heart-shaped nub she’d been flashing brush against his sack. He could tell that in spite of being very well endowed for a human he still wasn’t really stretching the equine femininity, but whenever she winked the tear-shaped sex grew tighter, enough to encourage him to do the seemingly impossible.

Jacob began pumping away, gently at first before it occurred to him how ridiculous it was. A gentle touch had served him well with the mare’s gorgeous breasts, but in spite of the alluring and feminine shape the equine haunches were strong enough to take anything he could dish out. He began to drive his hips home with more force, which earned him an appreciative coo from the female he was mounting, whereas a human woman would have been begging him to slow down and be gentle.

There was no doubt in Jacob’s mind that he was doing something right by the way the mare continued to wink, but he wasn’t sure if it would be enough. The sounds the centauress was making were encouraging, but they held a certain mocking quality, as if to say that he needed encouragement. After a while the mare even turned around as much as she could, giving him a coy smile over one perfect shoulder before bringing her breast up and taking the nipple between her lips. Jacob was in a bit of a lurch since he didn’t have what a stallion did and he couldn’t think of anything he had that a centaur would have lacked.

It’s not what you have, it’s what you can use!

It was inspiration, pure and simple, and with that seed taking root in his mind the young man found a new wellspring of confidence. One hand moved from the coppery equine rump and wrapped tight around the base of the tail, getting a grip that earned him a surprised but approving gasp. His other hand also left the horse-girl’s impressive rear, sliding along the dark and by now slick skin of her sex until it reached the plump curve at the bottom.

A thumb and forefinger gently pinching the slippery flesh were all it took to draw a shaky gasp from the mare and to spread a smile across Jacob’s face. He’d suspected what that pink nub she’d been flashing was, and now that he had it between his fingers he was sure. A centaur could have played with it or he could have rutted the equine sex, but he couldn’t reach both, and it was with some satisfaction that Jacob pushed the fat pink nub against the underside of his shaft, continuing to pound into the mare in long, smooth strokes but this time with more impressive results.

The centauress was moaning now, feeling a lot more of her first human lover now that every stroke slid a hard length across that little button pressed firmly against it. Instead of teasing him by kissing her breast he could see her hands were now kneading her mounds, only adding fuel to the fire being stoked with every pump of Jacob’s hips. With his confidence returning, he wondered just what other advantages he might have overlooked in his initial feelings of inadequacy.

He lacked the size of a stallion, but that might not be a bad thing. If he’d been a centaur mounting the increasingly vocal mare she would have had to bear his weight, not to mention do her best to keep from getting knocked forward with every thrust of an equine cock into her depths. As strong as she looked, the moaning mare could only keep it up for so long without collapsing under her mate. As sentient beings he was sure centaurs mated longer than horses, but a mare could only bear a male for so long. A male centaur, that is.

As time went on, Jacob made sure to keep a grip on himself, changing his rhythm to make sure he gave the mare something to remember. From long, hard thrusts, to short but vigorous pumping or just grinding himself against the now wildly winking slit, as long as he used his fingers to give the mare a little extra she seemed to love everything he did to her. Feeling curious, he even let his thumb slide from the mare’s tail and over the prominent dark pucker, but that seemed to be where the centauress drew the line. At least that was the impression he got when she squeaked and gave him a sulky glare over one shoulder. Still, it had been worth it, and not just to see that pretty mouth go from a cocky smile to a pretty pout. The mare’s face was blushing fiercely, and coupled with the tremors running along the sleek equine part of her body, Jacob knew she was close.

Not that he could take much more. Figuring it was time the both got what they needed, he took affirm grip on her tail and sped his thrusting up, his hips a blur as they smacked over and over against the coppery rump and the thoroughly messy teardrop winking and flashing as he rutted it. As his mind grew dim one last flash of inspiration made him push his thumb under his shaft, pressing it firmly against the mare’s clit as he pulled the bottom of her sex down.

As if on reflex the mare’s sex clenched up, her walls tightening around his shaft as he began to rub his thumb rapidly across the sensitive pink gem hard and wet under his touch. High, gasping cries came from the mare as she raised her head up, her mane like hair spilling across her back as her hands rose and buried themselves in it. With a sigh, Jacob imagined those perfect globes crowned with pebble-hard nipples rising and quivering as the mare’s breathing grew labored, his palms almost itching in frustration of such tantalizing fruit so far out of his reach.

The mare’s final cry was loud enough to send nearby birds into flight but it was still subtle to the way her body announced the bliss of climax. This wasn’t the winking of a mare trying to tease a stallion, or trying to let him know he was doing a good job. This was the frantic clenching and pulsing of a mare trying to milk the male she could feel buried inside her, and Jacob could feel the supple sex gush around him as if the mare was trying to claim him by marking him with her scent.

It was an animalistic climax that seemed to wake something animal in him, and without any though Jacob found his hips speeding up, hiss thrusts a messy blur around the still pulsing equine sex as the throb and flex of his soft signaled to the mare that he was about to give her what her body was coaxing from him. He pulled his thumb out and cupped the plump bottom of the centauress’ sex, pressing it up against his turgid length as he pushed himself as deep as he could. He could feel his own legs tremble along with the mare’s copper-furred limbs, could feel the silken walls of her sex as his twitching cock rubbed against them, sending human seed flowing deep to find an equine womb. He ground himself against the dark equine folds, desperate for more friction but also unwilling to withdraw even an inch from the velvety tunnel draining him of every drop spurting from his tip.

He stayed in the embrace of the mare’s sex until his spent shaft shrunk and slowly slipped from the still winking folds flashing him a glimpse of the mess he made with every flex. When he released her tail the mare folder her hindlegs under her and laid herself down with her tail flagged, filling Jacob with the satisfaction of knowing he’d mated a female used to stallions so thoroughly she needed to rest her legs she turned around to look at him, her mane tousled, her cheeks red, looking even more stunning then the first time he laid his eyes on her.

“Katka…” she said, paling a hand on her still heaving chest.

“Jacob.” He replied, pointing to himself. The mare nodded, and gasped out something more in the language that was still alien to Jacob, ending the brief speech by pointing down at the ground and waiting from him to acknowledge what she’d said. And in that strange post-coital clarity, the young man did, and nodded in agreement. He’d make sure to visit this spot every time he was anywhere near these woods…