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Liam twitched the reins in his hands as he directed the two horses pulling his caravan around a particularly deep hole in the packed dirt road. Although the four wooden wheels could handle the bumpy ride so far, a deep enough hole like that one could easily cause a wheel to sheer off. Burdened down with cargo, the caravan would have to be emptied before any repair - if even possible - could be made, delaying them by up to a full day. The generaly straight road meandered occasionally as it passed through the large forest, working its way around hills as it tried to follow the flattest gradient.

He was driving one of four caravans in the convoy, with two ahead and one behind, all laden down with a variety of goods: Textiles, some ores and even food in a few crates. A dozen guards in leather armour patrolled on either side, mounted on horses of their own. The escort of this size was enough to deter most bandit gangs, but the goods could attract the attention of the larger gangs, and the other threats hidden within the trees meant that there was a aura of nervous alertness that filled the convoy. Not everyone on this route got attacked, but the odds were high enough no-one could fully relax.

It was the middle of summer and the trees were in full bloom, the criss-crossing branches making the leaves interweave so that the mid-afternoon sun, high above, created a broken pattern of shadows on either side of the road. No-one was talking much as they drove the caravans onwards, filling the sair with the sounds of hoofsteps and creaks of the wooden caravans as they bounced and trundled over the uneven surfaces. They were already a day out from the last city and had another two days of travel to go; the journey wasn’t particularly long compared to some Liam had signed up for before, but it paid well and travelling as a group was much safer than trying to move between cities alone.

Liam felt himself frown as something nibbled at the back of his mind; something he’d noticed, yet couldn’t place, as the convoy travelled undisturbed down the road. He tilted his head back as he watched a flock of birds, recently risen from the depths of the forest group and fly away from them. At the same time, the almost rhythmic sounds of the horses hooves clodding against the ground changed, the repeating pattern of footfalls suddenly growing crowded and noisy.

The source of the noise however, wasn’t their convoy but from the trees around them. Even as Liam looked down, the cry from the guards was already going up, “Centaurs!”, but it was too little, too late. Living in large tribes, Centaurs rarely lived in the cities of humans in any numbers and seemed almost locked in their state of development. Some were friendly, and made trading pacts with the locals, but in this neighborhood, the few Centaur tribes were closer to raiders. They would attack and pillage travellers and even villages as they pleased, only avoiding towns and cities which had garrisons and walls. They would leave some survivors on a whim, yet take others as prisoners, most of whom were never heard from again, their circumstances unknown.

What looked to be several dozen Centaurs, their horse bodies clad in shades of brown and even some black hair, charged at them from each side, two groups splitting off to cover both the front and the back. The human waist upwards and even most of the larger horse bodies were clad in thin leather armour and drapes. Lightweight and thin enough to allow ease of movement yet resist against swords and arrows. Some carried large, sweeping broadswords while most had bows with quivers mounted on their flanks. All this Liam took in, in the few seconds it took for the two sides to collides. Though even as his hands were dropping the reins, freeing themselves for action - though he didn’t know what exactly that might be - he found his eyes locking in the direction of a arrow tearing through the air at his face. His last conscious thought was that the arrowhead looked strangely like a cube before a sharp, blinding pain and nothingness swept over him.

“Drink up,” a old but stern female voice drifted into Liam’s ears as he slowly came too. His vision and mind were groggy as he came out of his sleep, and the blurry image of a wooden bowl of water appeared, held in front of his face. In an instant, an extreme thirst hit him and he leant forwards slightly, opening his parched lips to drink the refreshing fluid down. As he swallowed it down, his numb senses slowly awakened and he could feel himself sitting on his knees, hands tied with a rough rope behind his back. From the feel and naked breeze on his skin, he knew he’d been stripped naked.

All too soon the bowl was empty and Liam looked up, eyes blinking to clear and focus his sight. In front of him, leaning down was an elderly female centaur, her hair greying and eyes looking sternly at him. Her human chest was clothed in a mix of light coloured silk. She pulled the empty bowl back, retreating a few steps and Liam took the chance to take in his surroundings. He and four others to his right, all naked and bound, were kneeling in a line, several feet apart as two more female centaurs woke and provided water to them. He thought he recognised them as some of the guards from his convoy.

They were in the middle of a fairly large clearing, the grass flattened from repeated travel and large tents spread out around them from all directions. Apparently they’d been captured and brought to the Centaur’s tribe. Although the immediate area only had the few - What Liam pressemed were - Elders looking after them, there were dozens more Centaurs in few, moving on with their daily lives, sometimes casting looks at them or chatting fervently as they stopped and stared at them. Male, female, even young foals moved around the tents. Three bow wielding Centaurs stood on the outskirts of the cleared area, arrows drawn and nocked as they watched them carefully, apparently distrustful of them even though they were surrounded by what was likely to be hundreds of centaurs.

After they had all awakened and had their thirst slacked, the group of elder centaurs pulled back slightly and conversed quietly to themselves, the conversation too muted for Liam to decipher. After a minute they moved as a group to the first in line opposite Liam. Gathered around the guard they began to converse animatedly, discussing his attributes - Good muscles, fit body and good health. Yet disdained the guy’s blonde hair and dull eye color. One of them even commented on the prisoner’s smell, likening it to a warrior who’d ‘taken a lice bath in barrel of beer.’

Liam could see the guy twitch and almost yell angrily at them, but clearly visible past them were the several Centaurs on guard who ever so slightly drew their arrows back in warning and the prisoner shut up. Face growing red as the female Centaurs continued to discuss everything about him, including, strangely to Liam, the shape of his hips, size of his genitals and mouth size to list a few. Eventually they ran out of points to note about the man and then moved onto what to do with him. Mainly the question seemed between keeping for manual labor, ransom him, or trade him to other tribes (or species) as a slave. Unluckily for the man, it seemed they didn’t have a high opinion of the man and they settled on labour, maybe trading him off if he performed poorly.

As they moved onto the next person in line, two Centaurs walked up, pickerd up the guard and began to escort him away. Like that, the Centaur Elders moved down the line, discussing the other three; there was nothing much different in their observations and only one was decided to be ransomed back, while the other two were sent off to work in the tribe somewhere. The only thing that made Liam ponder was when one of the Centaurs once raised the option of being a ‘sheath’. Though the possibility was shot down quickly and never explained.

They then crowded around Liam. looking down at him as they observed,

“Healthy and fit, good muscle tone,”

“Bright eyes, intelligent too, observing and not blinded by emotion.”

“Well shaped body. Nice black hair.”

“Good genes to mix with. Not brutish like the other ones, yet capable of taking it if need be.”

Liam could hear the excitement in their voices as they described him differently, taking note of several more factors which seemed to please them before moving onto what Liam was more concerned about. As they offered their opinions on what to use him for, Liam’s heart sank. No-one mentioned ransom. Nowhere did he hear a way he could return home. Instead, one raised that he could be traded for quality goods. The job of ‘sheath,’ was raised again, but what seemed to be quickly gaining traction was the role as a vessel. Liam knew the definition of the words, but he was at a loss for what they actually involved to these Centaurs. Eventually they reached a consensus and one of the female’s looked at Liam, pleased,

“It has been a long time since we last had a suitable vessel for the ceremony. It is a wonderful time as you have been found.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Liam found himself asking half-heartedly.

“Of course not,” the Centaur replied matter-of-factly, “It makes no difference to us whether you are willing or not, your purpose as a vessel stays the same. You'll grow to enjoy it in time... or break.”

The chilling statement halted anything else Liam might have said. Meanwhile the Elder’s gestured to a few awaiting Centaurs as one ordered, “Wash the vessel; we will begin the Ceremony of New Life in a few hours. We will inform the Chief and Prime Warrior.”

There was some new information there for Liam to digest. He was aware of some ceremonies the Centaurs had, but had never heard of one called ‘New Life.’ The ‘Prime Warrior,’ was what is sounded like. A title given to the strongest, most powerful Centaur in the tribe. Sometimes they were also the clan chief, but not always. Two pairs of hands pulled him up and Liam found himself practically being carried to a new area. A few minutes later, they arrived at an empty tent with as large, copper basin, full of lightly steaming water. A nearby fire had pots of water over it, the source of the heated water.

Rather unceremoniously, the two Centaurs lifted him up without a word and dropped him in the tub of water. Coughing and spluttering, Liam raised his head back out from the water even as several hands with rough sponges began to rub over him. It was humiliating, not even having control over washing himself but Liam endured it and didn’t resist as the two Centaurs washed him down roughly. A few minutes later, he was pulled out of the tub and his captors began to use coarse towels to dry him down. Then they sat him down near the fireplace as one commented,

“We wait until summoned.”

So they waited there in silence for what Liam estimated was nearly three hours before a Centaur pushed open the tent flap and commented, “It’s time.”

Liam was once again lifted up and his captors began to retrace their path back to the clearing. By now it was late afternoon, the sun starting to approach its end, but there was still plenty of light, further helped by a number of bonfires and torches that had sprung up. As they approached the clearing, Liam could hear the musical beat of drums, rhythmically booming away in the background and chanting, singing. More and more Centaurs appeared as they got closer and closer to the source and soon they were making their way through a cleared path towards the center.

They soon reached the center of the encirclement and Liam looked on in curiosity. A dozen tall, burning torches were arranged in a circle. Four Centaurs stood in one corner steadily beating away at large drums placed in front of them while a half dozen other Centaurs, a even split of male and female, sang a song Liam didn’t recognise, using the Centaurs own language and not the common tongue. The group of female Elders from before were stood around a strange wooden object.

The wooden object was more like a stand; a sturdy pair of H frames that were well supported with cross beams. The top which was maybe a meter above the ground and half that in length was curved, like the bottom of a smooth oval.

“Position the vessel,” called out one of the Elders, and Liam found himself carried towards the contraption and lifted onto it. His torso was laid across the top with his legs coming down the rear of it, as if he’d decided to bend himself at the hips 90 degrees. His wrists and ankles were tied to the stand, leaving him barely able to raise his head and look around. Even as he was being positioned, the music and singing had picked up the tempo and what seemed to be the chosen leader of the female Elders stepped forwards in front of him and raised her arms out wide.

The drumming, the chanting, the discussions from nearby Centaurs all quietened down.

“Our warriors have returned from a hunt successful and with a wonderful prize.” she called out, her voice strong and carrying over the low, steady drum beats that kept going on in the background

“A rare find. A vessel worthy for our Prime Warrior, Tiberion, to continue his lineage. To improve on his bloodline and lineage. A vessel of New Life is hard to find and not every Prime Warrior has the fortune to be granted such a boost to their line. First though, as is the right of the Chief is the first right to the mouth. Rhagon, Chief's Son, come forth and introduce the vessel to his new role in this world.”

Liam had a growing idea of what the Centaur was talking about. His current position, and the repeated metaphors all began to make it very obvious to him. Especially when a young adult Centaur stepped out of the crowd in front of him. Soft brown hair and a youngish look, he was likely only a few years into adulthood but Liam’s eyes were drawn downwards. Clearly visible between the horse legs was the male’s erection, the two large testicles in a black, hairless sack was partially hidden by the foot long equine penis.

“Oh no no no,” Liam muttered, but the Elder near him gripped him under his chin and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “A vessel can be non-compliant but never achieve anything. Gags can lock your mouth open, the stand holds you in place. The vessels who resist always break, but those who comply often retain themselves. Some even earn freedom... or decide to stay. Make your choice vessel.”

It was an empty choice for Liam as he stared as the approaching horny Centaur. What could he actually do to resist his fate? He couldn’t run. Begging or cursing would achieve nothing. Bite down? He didn’t doubt they could gag him if need be, and there was no telling what punishment he might receive if any. With the stick was the carrot though. The possibility of freedom if he just let himself get raped... or was it even rape if he participated in exchange for freedom? The question of what he’d do to earn his freedom... It was all pointless banter to distract himself though. He’d chosen already to not resist as the young Centaur approached him with a grin.

Liam stared apprehensively at the bobbing shaft, almost as thick as his arm as it approached his face. The head of the maleness was rather broad and almost flat-faced, with a urethra from which dribbles of a pearlescent pre. The front of the shaft was a fleshy pink that mottled with black towards the sheath. Step by step it grew closer until Rhagon stepped over him, bringing with it the musky smell of the horse body and the unique smell of arousal. Another step and the spade like face of the erection bumped against his nose, smearing his face with a trail of sticky pre-seminal fluid.

Struggling to believe he was actually about to give a blowjob to a centaur he hesitated for a second, breathing in the heady odour, before accepting it and opening his mouth wide open. It almost hurt to open his mouth wide enough to accomodate the girth of the head, but leaning forwards with his head he managed to slip the tip of the fleshy erection into his mouth. As he did so, a fresh spurt of almost plain tasting pre splattered across his tongue and above him he could heard Rhagon groan happily ever so slightly.

This wasn’t to be any normal sort of blowjob however as Liam couldn't even bob his head up and down the shaft. Instead, the Centaur took a slow step forwards and Liam had to focus not to gag as the fat shaft filled the entirety of his mouth and in one push went straight through into his throat. The hard, warm flesh of the shaft rubbed against his tongue which waxs flattened to the base of his mouth by the incredible girth. The smooth texture was broken by the odd tracing paths of veins that bumped across his tongue as Rhagon pulled back slightly before thrusting in.

Liam was extremely thankful that the centaur was taking it slow as he endured another two inches filling his throat and making it bulge out around the hard on. He was certain that if Rhagon had tried to breed him hard from the outset, it would physically break him, though even as it was, he struggled to accommodate the forced deepthroat of the horse cock. Although the Centaur was young and only just approaching his prime, the difference of species was still there and they had bodies essentially identical to that of horses, especially in their reproductive organs. If it was another human, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but rather it was a very thick, roughly foot long maleness that was slowly being worked deeper down his throat.

He had no control over anything, just breathing in when he could as Rhagon moved to stand fully above him. The horse hips drew back, then forwards in slow, rounded movements and soon Liam felt the medial ring halfway down the horse’s shaft slip past his lips and across his tongue. He could feel that his throat was engorged with the Centaur’s shaft and could just imagine the look of his throat bulging out around the log like erection. The flow of equine pre-cum only grew more so as time passed, quickly becoming a stream of uniquely tasting sticky fluid that coated his throat and tongue.

Each thrust of the shaft down his throat reached deeper than the last yet also slid smoother. The hot, smooth flesh of the shaft becoming well lubricated with the pre-seminal fluid let it slide with ever decreasing friction. Above him, the young Centaur’s moans were clear to his ears, even beyond the ever present beating of drums. That he was deep throating the male Centaur as a crowd watched every intimate detail was something Liam tried to ignore; there was hardly any point in letting himself be embarrassed by what he was doing as it would just make the situation harder to endure.

As the taste of the Centaur’s arousal filled his taste buds, so did the smell; the sharp, unique smell of a erect horse cock and the strong, earthy musk coming off the Centaur above him. There was also the growing hint of salty sweat as his face grew ever closer to the large pair of swaying testicles. Working his way down the impressive length, it was hard to look past the remaining black colored shaft at the slightly glistening ball sack, but Liam could almost feel that it was inevitable that he would reach them eventually. Rhagon seemed determined to have him take every inch of the foot long erection down his throat.

Back and forth the Centaur thrust into his mouth as Liam felt his jaws aching, though not as much as his throat muscles which burned slightly from the stretching. The flat face of the unflared head was almost merciless as it directly forced his throat to mold to its shape without easing into it. Again and again, the mottled equine shaft plunged down his throat as the Centaur’s belly pressed against Liam’s back; Liam could feel the large mammal’s heartbeat through the hot skin pressing against his own. The strong heartbeat that was growing faster ever so slightly as Liam deepthroated him. Each thrust was becoming more confident as Rhagon built to his peak and Liam was stunned when he felt the heavy ball sack swinging against his chin.

Somehow he had managed to take the entire foot long shaft, as impossible as it seemed. The medial ring was rubbing against the sensitive walls of his throat now as the Centaur began to not so much as thrust, but buck into his mouth. Each time only pulling out a few inches before sinking back in. His nose was now being shoved against the folds of the withdrawn sheath with every hilt and the potent, heady musk was stronger than ever, filling his every breath which already struggled for oxygen.

With a loud, delighted moan, Rhagon thrust in a final time and Liam squirmed as he felt the strange sensation of the head of the horse cock sudden flare up within his throat. Acting like a canine knot and restricting the flow of cum to one way as the whole, foot long shaft throbbed in climax. Jets of white, creamy Centaur seed flooded the passage of his throat, painting it with the sticky coating of semen, yet more just kept coming. Liam could almost see the large testicles being drawn up as they quivered in time to the shaft’s throbs. Emptying their load of fresh spunk down his throat and into his stomach with one pulse of cum after another.

Meant for the womb of a much larger creature than Liam, there was an astonishing amount of thick, fertile cum that filled Liam’s mostly empty stomach. In just a few seconds he went from hungry to feeling rather full - all from the Centaur’s ejaculation, and Rhagon still added a few more large spurts of breeding batter to top it off. After a short pause, the Centaur began to backup,and Liam winced as the cock head was still partially flared, further stretching his throat muscles on retreat. Funnily, because of how deep the horse cock reached, it wasn’t until the still dribbling tip retreated over his tongue did Liam get his first taste of Centaur cum.

A strangely unique blend of both bitter and sweet, rich and strong tasting as several large bribbles of spunk splattered across his tongue before the tip pulled free. Now semi-soft the foot long shaft flopped free, curving towards the ground as it glistened wetly with his saliva. Spent, Rhagon stepped clear of Liam even as a slight cheer went up around them and the drums picked up tempo. Liam panted weakly as he tried to get his musk clouded lungs clear and breathe in some free oxygen.

The ceremony was moving on without giving him a break though as the Elder stepped forwards again and preached to crowd once more,

“The vessel has been introduced to the pleasures of our males. He has taken all Rhagon had to offer and swallowed his seed. He is now ready to be the sheath to Tiberion, to take the Prime Warrior and create a New Life. Let Tiberion come forth. Your vessel awaits you!”

The heavy sound of hoofsteps came from behind Liam and he twisted his head as much as he could, and couldn’t help but mutter, “Oh lord...”

The Centaur approaching behind him was the largest specimen he’d ever seen. Tiberion looked to be half again as big as any Centaur here; the horse body practically rippled with strong muscles, clad in thick, shadow like black hair. The human torso was bare and had a very well defined six-pack with a burly looking human head and long, black hair on top. Beneath the horse’s body though was the trigger to his outburst though; Rhagon had made him nervous with the foot long cock. The monster beneath Tiberion’s almost terrified him. Hanging low under its own weight and bouncing with every step was a two foot long horse cock. The same mottled pink and black colouring with a single ridge halfway, but basically twice the size of Rhagon’s.

Liam was very clear as well where that two footer was going to be rammed and he could feel his ass clench reflexively as Tiberion approached him. Like Rhagon though, there was no escaping the inevitable. He had even less options to resist than before thanks to the stand; he quite literally was completely powerless to stop himself from being mounted by a Centaur. As Tiberion approached, the Elder called out a final sentence,

“Breed the vessel and let the life giving seed flow!” before she backed up.

Tiberion didn’t speak but wasted no time in stepping above Liam. The barrel like chest rubbed against his back while the Centaur expertly bounced his erection up to press the flat, unflared head against his puckered entrance, holding it there with a slight force. Liam shuddered as he felt the broad face of the breeding organ pressing against his rear. It was just so wide and there would be no easing into this. Such a wide girth and it was so, unbelievably long as well, yet he knew the Centaur was going to try and shove every inch inside him.

A startled half groan, half yell came from Liam as Tiberion pressed forwards - thankfully somewhat slowly. The head of the equine cock didn’t even enter him immediately, instead taking several seconds as it worked him open. Those several seconds seemed to drag on for minutes to Liam as he felt his anal muscles stretching slowly, far past any limits they had reached before and kept being pushed wider as the Centaur thrust inwards. When his rectum finally stretched to what felt an incredible diameter, the unflared head suddenly jumped forwards.

Above him, Tiberion gave a low grunt compared to Liam’s much louder cry as, without the barrier, the horse cock shoved a good several inches deep immediately. The large Centaur didn’t stop pushing either though and a moment later, the fat shaft continued to sink deeper into his ass. Liam was in shock as he was penetrated anally by the incredible specimen of a Centaur; the maleness wasn’t really any thicker than the one he’d just deepthroated, yet it felt positively gigantic inside him. So much larger than it even looked somehow as the fat spire that rubbed against the tight grip of his sensitive anal walls.

Tiberion wasn’t exactly gentle either as the big male wasted no time upon achieving entry to begin fucking Liam, pulling back slightly the pushing back in. The broad face of the shaft bull dozing in deeper relentlessly with the only relief being the liberal amount of the lubricating pre that spurted from the tip. Large dollops of translucent, sticky pre-seminal fluid splattered against his soft insides, then as the next thrust snak a few inches deeper it spread the pre, coating both the shaft and his tunnel.

The slickening act, letting the Centaur pull out and thrust deeper with greater ease had only a slight, mediating for Liam though. Already, Tiberion was a good 9 inches deep inside him and seemed to be building up a faster pace, grunting and letting out deep seated groans as Liam acted the part of a exceptionally snug sheath to his spear. He was just so thick and long though that no amount of lubrication could make the breeding easy and Liam shook with every thrust, both from the the physical action and the sensations that hit him. The immense stretching from the Centaur boggled his mind; it, inevitably, hurt trying to accommodate such a beastial cock, a shaft so thick he could feel its passage creating a bulge as his insides molded to its shape.

Yet even as Tiberion pulled back to the tip then slammed a foot of horse meat inside him, just popping the medial ring inside, Liam just could not deny the pleasure. The strange flip side to being fucked by a massive cock was that it seemed to not just ‘hit the right spot,’ but every ‘spot’ at once. A blitzkreig of sensation scrambling his mind as his mouth hung open in a battle between gasping for breath and crying out as the horse body revved up into properly breeding him.

The mottled pink and black shaft slammed sloppily inside Liam’s presented ass; the large amount of pre spilling from the impregnating tool displacing with every thrust, making the once dry entry wet and audible. Liam’s vision was foggy and he was losing his self-control as he became immersed in the sensations bombarding him. Tiberion was now completely mounted above him, those muscular, broad horse legs planted either side of his head while the large, rounded belly rubbed against his back every time the Centaur bucked his hips.

Although his nose wasn’t buried in a Centaur’s groin this time, Tiberion’s musky scent, full of sweat and manly, earthy musk and arousal filled the air around him. The Prime Warrior's powerful, beating heart mixed with the drums in the background as they both seemed in sync. The medial ring slid across his insides as the incredibly long erection pulled back then slammed back in; the hard ring standing out against the relatively smooth shaft, zipping back and forth within him as Tiberion worked over a foot of horse cock in his ass.

Tied down to the breeding stand, Liam found himself taking what seemed to be an impossible proportion of the Centaur’s cock as he felt a massive pair of very heavy testicals brush against his own on one thrust, then the next practically slap against them. He was glutted with a horse cock so large it felt like it was almost rearranging his insides, molding him to better fit the male like he was a mare. Only he was a male of a smaller species, being used as a living fleshlight as the Centaur showed less concern for Liam’s safety and increasingly more for his own pleasure, as Tiberion fucked him with long, hard strokes.

Liam didn’t know if he was hallucinating it, but he could hear the drums building to a crescendo, matching Tiberion’s thrusts into him, and a growing chant of “New Life! New Life! New Life!”

Thrust by thrust Liam could practically feel that Tiberius was getting close; the heavy horse cock almost twitching within the tight grip of his ass, like an excited stallion about to stampede. Tiberion grunted and groaned audibly above him, then with a final, determined thrust he rammed deep inside Liam. As the cock head flared deep inside him, Liam’s moan was drowned out by Tiberion’s; the hefty breedy tool throbbing as the Centaur’s orgasm arrived.

Speared upon the male’s cock, the intense throbs along the shaft felt incredibly intense as the Centaur pumped the first jet of thick, fertile spunk deep in his rear. The hot, creamy sperm flooded Liam’s insides as the fat shaft throbbed like the beat of the drums, each throb eliciting a pulse of semen that rapidly pushed deeper until Liam’s stomach began to fill once more with another male’s cum. It only took a few pumps from the Prime Warrior’s cock to quickly surpass Rhagon’s entire orgasm as he unleashed a flood of freshly churned cum inside Liam.

Even pressed against the breeding stand, Liam swore he could feel his gut overfilling with the Centaur’s breeding juices, his belly beginning to swell as it stretched to accommodate his overstuffed stomach. Liam was in a daze as he lay there, panting as Tiberion’s shaft gave a few more heavy throbs before settling down inside him, letting out a odd dribble that disappeared into the sea of seed within him. He could feel the entire two feet of horse cock somehow, impossibly, sheathed entirely inside him. He’d thought it fantastical that he’d managed to deepthroat Rhagon’s maleness, but Tiberion’s just shattered any sense of normality and his understanding of the world.

The chanting around him had turned to cheers, and the drums had silenced as the ceremony had apparently come to an end. With a grunt, Tiberion began to back up and Liam groaned as he endured the slow and intimate sensation of the shaft retreating, the partially flared head dragging against his anal walls. Where it departed, the breeding tool left a strange emptiness as the sheer stretch caused by the girth didn’t recover immediately. Soon, the softening length slipped free from his gaping entrance, followed by a rush of spent seed that trickled down and over his ball sack.

He could barely even lift his head as he was left in the aftermath of the rough breeding by a very large Centaur to the point he barely managed to look up as the Elder leading the ceremony approached once more, lifting her arms as she proclaimed,

“Such a fine vessel we have! Capable of taking everything the Prime Warrior has, he is now good and well fertilized. The new life that even now has surely sparked in his belly is sure to be a future Prime Warrior!”

Liam’s face went blank as his mind seemed to skip like a scratched record. ‘What in the what?!’ went through his mind, but the Elder wasn’t even finished and continued,

“Of course, to be sure he swells, he will be mounted here for the Prime Warrior to breed every morning, afternoon and night for a week!”

Even as two Centaur warriors stepped forwards to untie Liam’s bonds and carry him between them back to a tent, Liam was still in a internal mind boggle. It wasn’t over yet; he was going to have to endure that gigantic cock again... three times a day even, for a week. Then there was the reference to impregnation. The whole tribe seemed certain about was happening to him, but Liam couldn’t see it - he was a male. Not even a Centaur! The heavy, swollen belly looked like he was a few months in, but he knew it was entirely from Tiberion and Rhagon’s loads. He couldn’t become pregnant by the Centaur... surely not?

Three months later, Liam stood underneath the afternoon sun, still in the Centaur tribe; glancing up at the sun he yawned slightly and stretched. He’d been granted some clothes, if barely minimal; a light shirt and, to his annoyance, a skirt, though Liam knew why when they didn’t bother undressing him the next time he was presented to Tiberion. The last time was a number of weeks ago now though, and as Liam’s hands rubbed softly over his very large, very swollen belly, he remembered ruefully how he couldn't believe that the Centaur could impregnate him. Yet here he was, well along the term with a Centaur foal growing inside him. He’d been reassured that, despite what he might think, there would be no problems with the birth when he was due in a few weeks time. After that, he was free to leave. They would drop him off close to the nearest village or town and that would be the end of it.

He wasn’t hareing to leave though, and was in fact torn. Despite being tied down and, he supposed to begin with, raped, the tribe wasn’t mean or looked down on him, but rather the opposite. Embarrassingly, he’d looked forwards to the breeding stand towards the last few days, and the tribe treated him well. He was well fed, had a warm tent to himself and some clothes he supposed. A few Centaurs had even approached him about having some fun after he’d given birth and Tiberion had expressed interest in keeping him around once it was safe to fuck him again. Liam sighed then chuckled to himself; before all this, such a choice would be obvious, but now... well, he had a few weeks until he could leave anyway. Whistling a light tune, he returned to the tent as he considered that he could always leave later anyway, so what was the rush deciding? The Centaurs’ were rather fun anyway; he’d seen the harness used for those chosen to be a sheath and was curious about trying it out with Tiberion.