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If a centaur ever snuck up on a human it would entirely be the human’s fault. You did not see the centaurs coming, but you saw the cloud of dust thrown in their wake as a group of them sped over the plain in your direction. October light slanted into the horizon, and the breeze cutting enough that you drew your cloak closer about you. The sound of their hooves rolled in like drums; you could make out five of them. All male, all with the heavy bodies of a Clydesdale. Your fingers clenched and you felt sweat in your palms.

When they noticed you they arced their course around to you, coming to a trot as they approached. The smell of them, an earthy masculine sweat and rich soil, reached you before their hooves did. All of them were smiling, and their leader, the one who looked the eldest, hailed you, “Afternoon human. You must be lost, the nearest road is a mile from here.”

You had not lost your way. You had come to centaur territory and wandered from the road on purpose. You bowed to the centaurs as a measure of respect. The one who spoke had a brown hide with shoulders of coiled muscle and rounded gut that showed a healthy diet. His top half was all tight muscle under red skin, the rugged handsome features of a man underneath a beard. His hair braided with a wreath of daisies. You told him, “Only so I could be found by you.”

A chuckle rumbled through the five centaurs and their speaker said, “A lucky day for us, to be with one so beautiful as yourself.”

You tried to smile, but can’t. How do you broach the subject? Centaurs valued politeness and courtesy, but you saw no way but being blunt. “I’m here to offer myself to your tribe. I long for a child but human men cannot seem to give me this. I was hoping—no I am asking for a centaur to try.”

They all blinked for a moment, then the one on the far left with a white hide and body began laughing. He slapped the back of the chocolate colored compatriot beside him as the laughter became infectious. You looked down at your feet, blushing and feeling like a fool. Your knees trembled so much you thought you might fall over.

The laughter subsided and you felt a shadow fall over you. It was the red one who said, “You know we do not sire human children, no matter the mare.”

“All I want is to be with child.”

“Let’s make it a contest, Abraham,” the chocolate one spoke up to the leader. “They say the man can’t, so let’s all take a turn with them and see who the father is by next summer.”

You felt your heart speed up and a blush rise to a different set of lips at the thought. Your eyes began to hungrily trace the bodies of the other males, their toned muscles, the heavy virility that must be tucked between their legs. You hear a sharp inhale from Abraham’s nostrils, when you look up at him he is smirking. “I can smell it on them already, Marcus. They are partial to the idea, I believe.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod.

He smiled and in an instant his strong arms wrapped around you, and your stomach lurched as you’re lifted off the ground. “Very well, we will lay you down by the campfire tonight.” Abraham carried you off, no trace of you left behind except for a waterskin that fell from your belt as they cantered back to camp.

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The centaur camp was simple but cozy. They used logs dragged from a nearby forest to build a single room cabin, doorless and largely without furniture aside from rugs made of animal hide and a fire pit in the center. With the body heat of five centaur men and the campfire raging, you quickly found yourself hot in your clothes. The cabin was big enough to house all five centaurs comfortably with room to spare. In a spirit of fairness they drew lots to determine who would breed you first.

You waited on a rug by the fire, your clothes already on the ground beside you. You watched Abraham hold his straw of hay up and cheer. Marcus folded his arms and rolled his eyes. Hooves were stamped and banter thrown about as Abraham taunted the others before turning to face his prize. When he did, sitting on the ground as you were now, you could make out the silhouette of his sheath by the firelight, and more clearly, his hanging, virile sack. Each nut the size of a gourd. As he sauntered over, you watched them sway back and forth until Abraham was before you. The tip of his cock poking from his sheath and a new musk flitting through the air.

A single finger reached down and tipped your gaze up to Abraham’s smirk. “Like what you see?” You blushed. “You know it won’t be much of a contest. I’ve got the biggest pair and the biggest load of all five of us.” Like earlier on the plain, before you knew it Abraham had grabbed you and swung you into the air with ease. One arm cupped the small of your back and the other lower held you in a firm grip by your ass.

You were face to face with the centaur—he immediately pressed his flushed lips into yours. You tensed, his broad tongue was in your mouth, tasting of wheat. You were pressed into the embrace, and you leaned in, tongue meeting his, his beard tickling your chin. Abraham pulled away and bit your lower lip before you were raised in the air. His lips met your collar bone and sucked hard against the flesh. You cried out as he marked your skin with a hickey; Abraham leaned you backwards and you felt his tongue swirl around one of your breast. He kissed the areola and lapped over it with his tongue. You were panting, and you felt your labia flushing with blood, a wet streak ran like a tear down your thigh.

Abraham was so strong that, with ease, he adjusted his grip on you, his left arm wrapping around your back before he rolled your untended breast in his palm, pinching the nipple between his index and middle finger. You bit your tongue until he repositioned his other hand, and his broad thumb slid into your slit. Your back arched and you moaned.

“Quit showing off Abraham, they didn’t come here to be played with.” You barely registered the white coat of the centaur who spoke up.

Abraham pulled you close, thumb digging inside your drenched cunt, causing your walls to grip and squeeze the invading digit. Abraham nipped your earlobe and said, “Nevermind Isaac, he has no sense of romance.” He growled and shoved his thumb as deep as it could go. Your breath caught, you almost came already. Suddenly you fell backwards. You yelped before Abraham’s powerful hands grasped your hips, and swung you into the air. Your legs came to straddle Abraham’s shoulders, and, in panic, you wrapped your arms around Abraham’s head. You tugged Abraham’s mouth right to your needy pussy without thinking, but it was where Abraham wanted you to be. When you felt his broad tongue part your lips your fingers buried into his hair.

You pant as that fat muscle works itself into you. You smelled your own arousal and a felt tightness building right above your hips. Abraham worked his head up until his nose brushed your clit. You shudder, then cry out when his lips wrapped around the nub and sucked—hard. You tried to close your legs, to push his head away, the sensation so overwhelming it was painful. But then Abraham broke a threshold and your voice cracked when you cried out. Your cunt in spasm, your whole body rushed with heat and pleasure. You cum so hard it sprayed around Abraham’s lips across your thighs and his face.

Abraham pulled you away, your whole body trembling and weak. You can’t remember cumming so hard in your life. He licked his chops and in the firelight you saw his beard glistening.

He set you gently down on the floor and it was the smell that roused you from your daze. On the ground you saw his extended shaft, bouncing against his belly. It was nearly the length of your forearm. A stringy line of pre is dripped from the blunted head already, a small pool spreading on the rug. Your loins stirred awake and without needing to be told you crawled between Abraham’s legs and kissed the shaft’s head. The taste of his potent musk made you shudder. The smell almost choking but your arousal built faster than when Abraham had you in his arms.

You tongued his urethra a moment, hands gliding down the horse shaft. You squeezed and tested its firmness, probing the medial ring before your hands reached those heavy balls. You could not cup a whole one in a single hand. You worked your way underneath Abraham until your face was flush with that dark, sack. You kissed it and sucked as much of the scrotum into your mouth as possible—tongue covered in stallion sweat. You worshipped, tonguing over the sack while you rolled the unsuckled side in your palms. Tending to both nuts while Abraham stamped his front hoof and let you take in your fill of his musky virility. You heard his cock slap wetly against his belly, and you knew his cock needed you. A part of you still wanted to relish in his balls, but you knew the real tribute to them would be to offer your willing womb for all the heavy seed churning inside.

You pulled away and said, “I’m ready.” Your thighs were already wet again from the slow drool of your cunt.

Abraham chuckled. “You will have to guide me in.”

You blushed but no one could see your embarrassment. You crawled into position. None of the five were very tall centaurs, a benefit for you, for on your hands and knees you could feel Abraham’s hot, pulsing cock run flush with your butt cheeks. You reached back and felt the head, broad and still leaking pre. There certainly would be no issue with lubrication.

Abraham’s cock pressed against your lips, and, without warning, Abraham jerked his hips forward. You groaned as you felt the first fourth of his tool jammed inside you. Abraham hissed a breath through clenched teeth and said, “Gods… I have not had a cunt this tight in such a long time.”

And you had never taken a cock so big before. Your hands squeezed the rug and you tried to contain your trembling. You did not know how much of him could possibly fit, but Abraham was willing to find out. You felt his horsecock drag out of you until that rounded head tugged on your lips. He drove himself back in and your whole body rocked forward. You could feel every vein pressing against your walls as they tried to squeeze down and get a hold on the intruder spreading them deeper and deeper. Your elbows buckled. You gasped for breath as Abraham kept pushing against you—forcing himself deeper and deeper. That full feeling popped for a moment and you felt a rush of warmth and wet run through your thighs and out your cunt.

Abraham felt you cum and growled. He pulled back again, and your cunt was wrapped so closely around him you came back with him a few inches before he rammed back in, the gesture smoother this time. You felt his medial ring pop inside you and the head of his fat dick knock against your cervix not long after. You were disappointed he could not reach any further into you.

Abraham stamped his hoof as he let out a breath. You heard his tail whip in the air a moment before he began his rut. When he first tugged out it came quick and sudden and you gasped at the lack of him. Abraham plunged back inside you, no longer slow and careful but with the determined, dominating strokes of a stallion breeding his mare in heat. You felt his cockhead hammer against your cervix, a battering ram on your womb and the grunting, growling stallion invading you with his pulsing cock, the occasional shots of pre keeping your insides wet and lubed. You could feel it shooting more and more often, a thick mixture of pre-seed almost dribbling constantly, leaking around your labia in sticky streams. When you looked underneath you, you saw it fall in strings thicker than any man’s normal load.

You could not find your voice but surges of pleasure still ran through your body. Ebbing then surging back, when Abraham would pull out you could feel yourself cumming around that cock, squirting around the tight clasp of your cunt on that meat.

Abraham’s pre jetted harder and harder until you felt like he was cumming inside. You stomach already felt bubbling and full of his rich cum but then with a deep rumbling growl you felt his head flare, the fat end of the tool expanding as it was pulled back, and then shoved, hard. Your whole body rocked against the ground, painfully, knees scraping but the fire in your loins was so much more present. The cock jerked up and you moaned when you felt its pulse pounding harder than your own heart. You felt your walls milking it as that first real rush of cum shot into your womb, so thick and heavy you felt it settling inside. That large, flat head pressed deep in your cervix, shooting straight into your womb, blocking his cum from escaping. Your stomach was churning and you began feeling bloated but it was its own ecstasy. You watched your stomach expand with his seed, skin drawing taught. You shuddered, you were barely aware of your own orgasm. His cock was still shooting, you could feel it jerk with each spurt, see that heavy sack clenching.

You were almost disappointed when you saw thick beads of seed begin to seep out of your lips. They shined in the firelight.

You were gasping for breath when he pulled out and could barely think. But you were wild, the thick rush of the scent of his cum made your head spin. You were still underneath him when you saw his half flaccid cock hanging in the air, and, turning around before you knew it, the cum slickened cock was in your hands. You pressed the head to your lips and kissed it. You fit the head in your mouth and sucked greedily, the rich, virulent taste of his essence soaking your palette.

Abraham laughed, “You are—ah—a desperate slut, huh? If you’re not careful we’ll have to go again.”

“Hey, you get one shot,” someone said. You could see a set of dark hooves a few feet away, and another horse cock hanging beneath them. Unsheathed and dripping pre.

“Right, right, here pet. I’ll give you what I can,” Abraham said.

Your hands felt something jet down his cock and a bitter surge of piss filled your mouth. You gag at first and pull back, Abraham’s scent shot across your face and breasts a moment, the thick putrid smell made your clit throb and you realize even this you want inside you. You press your lips back to his dick and feel a steady stream fill your gullet, his bitterness making your toes curl as the hot liquid runs down your throat, some of it overflowing. Urine dribbled down your chin. You kept swallowing but Abraham didn’t stop and eventually you needed to breathe. You released him; your stomach sloshed with his seed and piss, barely moving as he sprayed you. His piss ran down your breast, your swollen belly, the warmth pooling in the puddle of seed you already sat in.

When Abraham finished you were in a daze—consumed by the combined scent of his piss and seed. You floated in an afterglow, feeling seed slowly ooze out of your cunt. You lied on your back, feeling like you would not be able to move for hours but not needing to. Abraham stepped out from underneath you and you heard someone say, “They already look completely broken in.”

Abraham said, “Just wait till the end of the week. They’ll never want to leave after they’ve had a bit of all of us.”