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Sayinaral began her journey alone, as it was the crowning achievement of her life and a moment of greatness for her tribe. The demure, rather human-like woman proudly and dauntlessly weathered the unkind hike and at times knee-deep drifts of snow on her way up the mountain. Trained with knowledge of the wilderness, able to clean what she hunted and prepare it in simple yet pleasing dishes, Sayinaral was very capable despite her small size.

It was crucial she be so worldly, and so all of her tribe's efforts had gone into ensuring that she was both a skilled and lovely bride. The Equine had requested a girl of her attributes and he quite particularly chose everything from the capability of her skills to the color of her eyes, and so she was the Offering. Not a sacrifice but a mate, because the Equine and his kind were creatures of uncanny importance to Sayinaral's tribe, and to give an Equine precisely what he desired brought good tidings to the village. Sayinaral was only too happy to make the journey and to devote herself to a new life.

It was evening on the eighth day of her journey when Sayinaral reached the final peak. Melting snow dribbled inside the warm leathers of her moccasin-like boots. Where her healthily tanned flesh was exposed to the bitterly cold air, she had gained a ruddy flush, especially in her spotless cheeks. Yet it was with head held high that she walked to the abode of the Equine, passing the gate where a pair of burly horses - so muscular that they could be recognized as mares only because their genitals were visible along with the rest of their bodies - stood a silent watch in the cold night. Their eyes glowered at Sayinaral but the girl said nothing to them. It was not her place to speak here. The Equine had summoned her and this would be his court from now until the end of her life.

Sayinaral walked to the door of the mountaintop home. She had never seen such an intricate cabin in her village - further proof of Equine perfection. She was just considering how she might announce her presence when the door swung inward. Waiting for her was the tall Equine. His coat was brown but his hair was black. Similarly his eyes were brown and his flesh black. His snout tilted down - for the very top of Sayinaral's horned head was barely even with his pectorals - and a grin, wry and lurid, spread over his snout. His teeth were white and flat and straight; Sayinaral felt a swoon at his naked male beauty.

"You've finally arrived. Enter, girl," said the stallion, stepping aside. Warmth poured out of the open door, curls of steam forming in wintry air. Sayinaral entered quickly, leaving snowy footsteps on the wooden floor within. Only now in the warmth of the Equine's home did she realize the true bite of the cold air, and her taut body began to shiver. The horse ushered her towards a pot of red-hot coals in the middle of the main room. "Take all of that off," he said gently, "and warm yourself."

Gazing at the coals, Sayinaral unburdened herself of her clothing. Dirty from the trail and damp with snow now melting in the warmth, it was liberating to remove it all and be bare for the Equine. In her village, manners were paramount, and so she held onto her clothing until the horse took the bundle from her. Where he stored it, she did not see or know; it was no concern to the girl, whose body was spoken for and whose modesty no longer mattered.

As she faced the coals, she felt the air move behind her. Her awareness as a hunter was exceptional and she knew the stallion was reaching for her even before his warm, tough hands curled around her midsection. In this way, Sayinaral did not react, save for a gentle sway of her tail.

"You look to be perfect," whispered the horse, speaking close to her ear. There was a bit of awe in his voice; his fingertips slid over her taut stomach and he said, "A fine body for my colts. Your people will have many riches, a great bounty this season."

Despite her composure, the girl smiled with pride. Her back was straight, and her breasts - though of modest size - were pert without clothing to support them. Her nipples still stood stiff from the cold. It was these the stallion touched next, dragging calloused fingertips over their buds and bumps. Sayinaral shivered; the Equine exhaled his hot breath across her neck, cupped her breasts in his hands and made them vanish under his great palms.

"Your body is flawless," observed the Equine as he stroked over the smooth belly he would soon make round, over hips which promised many healthy children. His fingers slunk into the space between her thighs and inward slowly; he watched, waited for a hint of apprehension, but what he sensed in the girl was anticipation. Then his digits brushed the lips of her sex, and it was there that the coarseness of his fingertips contrasted most with her soft flesh. He whispered as he touched her loins, "I am sure you are a virgin. Mine to claim."

Her eyes closed and her breathing turned shallow. Still she waited, not speaking, as the Equine was a god in the flesh; she knew not to speak without being prompted to do so. She was prepared to stay wordless the rest of her life if it pleased him.

The stallion pulled back from Sayinaral, and as his fingers slid off of her flesh, she experienced a feeling of sadness. Still, though he was not touching her, she felt him close by - his breath on her back was felt easily, no need for her heightened perception.

"Turn around," he firmly said. "Warm your back and face me."

Sayinaral found her muscles to be limber in the warmth. She turned on the bench seat with an easy grace and allowed her scaled tail to drape close to the coals, as it seemed to be the most chilled part of her body. It was then that she fought between eagerness and diffidence, for her eyes roamed the Equine's flawless, muscular body but she feared her hungry gaze might offend him somehow. Moreover she longed to touch him, but kept her fingers chastely on her knees.

He squatted near her, and this put him on her level. His genitals were what she noticed first, what she kept looking to as her eyes roamed. His scrotum dangled low and relaxed in the heat and its apparent heft promised great fertility. Sayinaral was virginal, but the art of pleasuring an Equine was nevertheless an important study for prospective wives.

After a moment, he cupped her chin and raised her gaze. As their eyes locked, she shivered. His eyes were of a frigid blue hue but it was the act of meeting an Equine's gaze at all which shook her so much.

He told her firmly, "My name is Manek. And your name is Sayinaral, correct?"

"It is," she affirmed.

Hearing her voice softened the gruff, but handsome features of his snout somewhat. He nodded. "You are to be my wife, if I accept you." He straightened his back and let his arms rest on his legs. The musculature of his body was staggering to Sayinaral; she had never seen a creature so defined and massive. Had he informed her that he had built his home himself, had cut and moved all of the trees needed for its construction, it would have been no surprise to her. Even without knowing of his deeds, she was intimidated by his size - but there was excitement brewing inside her as well. The urge to breed was strong.

"Your tribe has done well, producing a girl such as yourself. I accept you as my wife," he said, and cupped one of her hands in his. Under his gentle grip, her hand vanished.

Sayinaral did not say she accepted him in turn; it was a given, of course, and it was not her place to decide. She simply smiled, cheeks warm, flush with pride.

Manek stood and pulled Sayinaral to her feet. He turned on a hoof and ordered her to follow, and he led her into the rear room of his small, but comfortable home.

In this space, the bedroom he would now share with his wife, Manek had put up few decorations: a rack of well-worn woodcutting tools and a bone-tipped spear with them. Against the wall was a large bed, sized for two of Manek's size. Plush but gray fabric served as the linen with feather-stuffed pillows at the head. Atop was a quilt made from an animal pelt which Sayinaral recognized as bear.

"I hunt, and I build," said the stallion, pulling down the blankets to bare the linen. "What can you offer me?"

"I hunt, I can clean our kills, and I can cook many meals for you," said Sayinaral. What weariness she felt from her long and uncomfortable hike was supplanted by virginal lust; she saw the bed as a place to receive her husband's love first, a place to rest second.

Manek gestured for her to sit, and sit she did at the bed's edge. He stood just before her. The masculine scent of his body was alluring, the sight impossible to resist. Sayinaral had never seen an Equine outside of paintings, and their genitals were especially a mystery to her, but already the girl was fixated.

"A hunter and a cook," said Manek approvingly. "Your tribe has treated me well. You should be very proud of them." He considered her demure, tanned body for a moment. All was silent save for the whistle of the wind against the eaves of his home. Finally he said, "You may acquaint yourself with my body. Show respect. Worship me."

Sayinaral moved her hands, by then warm and full of feeling once again, to the chiseled stomach of the stallion. And then her fingers traced downward, following grooves and channels of muscle as stiff as diamond, passing by the divot of his navel, sliding into the soft flesh of his loins. Awe left her nearly breathless as she cupped his scrotum, the curve of its sack so generous that it filled her hands. She could feel the gonads within, heavy with divine equine seed, and the desire to lie back and offer herself in whorish supplication was beaten out only by his direct order to show worship.

"The size, the weight, even the scent," said Sayinaral, voice quivering. "Incredible..."

Manek said nothing. He watched, smiling thinly as the girl leaned close and planted a flurry of adoring kisses upon his sheath and scrotum. Her lips were soft and full, the pressure of them pleasant to his burly horseflesh. He laid a hand on her head, caressed her long locks of hair, and trailed away on the swept back curve of her horn.

"Yes, good. Savor it. Cherish that smell, that warmth. This is what you have been waiting for, isn't it, Sayinaral?" He paused, then asked her, "How would you shorten your name, girl?"

She seemed to consider this as her tongue lolled against the heavy black curves of Manek's scrotum; the horse did not interrupt the reverie regardless of its cause. She said, speaking clearly despite her proximity to the stallion's loins, "Would Sayi suit your needs?"

The horse's smile cracked wider, showing his teeth. "Perfect."

The girl peered up at the stallion's towering form. Her eyes drifted from one plane of muscle to the next and her fingers lazily followed suit, sliding through the creases of hard, furred flesh in reverence and in lust. For his part Manek stood still, only the slow rise and fall of his broad chest giving any indication he was anything but a statue of marble - that and his eyes, which appraised Sayi again and again while his mind turned over with all the ways he planned to savor his wife.

Manek's penis grew from its sheath slowly, as if tired and jaded. Precum dribbled copiously from its slit and Sayi gazed upon it with naked desire. In her training she had seen the general shape of the penis, but nothing could have prepared her for its true majesty. Her hands quickly went to the growing shaft and she held it firmly, and still it was growing, a foot in length with more inches to come. Its flaring head was close to her lips, the fluids it leaked spurting onto spotless cheeks and naked breasts - a sample of what was to come.

"This is incredible," breathed Sayi, so awed by the horse's penis that she didn't realize she had spoken yet again without prompt.

The horse seemed not to mind. He grinned at her worshipful touch and language. He rested his tough hand on her head, caressed her hair softly once more; he was fond of her well-groomed locks, both the color and length of which he had requested. He said as he brushed a thumb across her wet cheek, "Your eagerness pleases me, Sayi."

His quiet satisfaction delighted Sayi and made her heart thump faster. Her thoughts were briefly on her village and the honor and boon she was earning for it, but they returned to the stallion, to his muscular form and great penis. She put her lips to the flared head of his shaft and kissed it, lolled her tongue against it, tasted the salt of his sweat and the bitterness of his precum. These new and unusual flavors titillated her just as his image and feel did; her loins had grown hot and needful. She thought to slip a hand between her thighs, but to do so would mean unhanding the stallion. She pressed her legs together and shivered.

Manek cupped her chin, tilted back her head, and looked into her eyes. He did so only briefly, savoring the subservience of her gaze. "You'll make a fine mate," he said, more to himself than to her, though nevertheless her face brightened.

He sat down beside the girl yet still dwarfed her, and he turned, pulling a leg up onto the bed so that he faced her in profile. Sayi looked aside at him, her cheeks warmed by blush. For a moment her eye caught on the window, against which pellets of sleet crashed with a minute scrape, but just as quickly her eyes were on the handsome stallion again.

Manek leaned close to Sayi. Again he cupped her chin, and now he planted a brief kiss on her lips. Sayi shivered as it was given; to be kissed by an Equine was a high honor, like all their attentions.

The stallion then coaxed her to lie on the plush bed. As she did so she folded her hands over her smooth stomach - Manek imagined her gravid with his foal and cracked a smile - and allowed her legs to drift apart. She wished to draw his eyes to her sex, where she felt particularly needy. Indeed, Manek focused his attention there. He dipped his snout between her thighs and he sampled her virgin loins, first her delicate smell, and then her flavor by loping his tongue across the hairless folds.

"Perfect," grumbled Manek. He peered along her toned, flat stomach and past her pert little breasts to see her blushing face. All of her training seemed to fail her, for she looked at him needfully, her breathing quick and her sex wet.

Her expectant face made the horse grin. He spread her labia with his thumbs, baring untouched pink flesh, the hooded button of her clitoris among it. This he teased his tongue against, using only the tip to tickle and prod; Sayi uttered a quavering moan and her legs cinched around the stallion's jaws.

"Untouched and flawless," uttered the Equine, his lips working against her sex, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. He licked her slowly, sweeping up the subtle vaginal wetness which Sayi gave off. Upward he continued to lick. He tongued the hooded button of her clitoris, tweaked it and caused Sayi to loose an uncontrolled moan. She managed to strangle it back, at which Manek chuckled and said, "My bride, do not hide your pleasure. There is no shame in it." He winked a soulful eye at her. "It pleases me to hear those noises coming from you."

"I won't from now on," whispered Sayi, voice barely louder than the sleet against the windowpane.

Now Manek lifted his head and he draped himself over Sayi. He peered into her eyes and set a gentle kiss on her lips, and at the same moment he cupped a modest breast. Her nipples had yet to soften even in the warmth of the cabin. The stallion teased the nub with his thumb, pressing it, pushing it side to side. Beneath him the girl shuddered, moaned, and closed her eyes. She touched Manek in kind, caressing the hard plane of his chest, her digits brushing his own stiff, dark nipples but largely passing them by in favor of his muscles.

He touched his lips to her neck, kissed her virgin flesh and nibbled it with the care of a lover. Then he paid out a few inches of his broad equine tongue and dragged it across her shoulder and onto her chest. He loped his tongue over a breast, leaving a stripe of drool on unmarked flesh. Sayi crooned, "Ah, your tongue, it feels wonderful..."

"As well it should," Manek rumbled, giving his tail a flick, the locks of which were long and dark and as well-groomed as the mane on his neck. He mouthed her breast, which fit easily into his maw. His flat teeth softly cupped it without biting, and he gave the entirety of the mound a suckle as his tongue flicked the nipple itself.

Sayi moaned openly. She caressed his head, finding the act of touching him easier while he did the same to her. She sluiced his great black mane through her fingers and marveled at the silky smoothness. This made sense to her, as Equines were gods, and so Manek would of course be perfect in every conceivable way. She felt down the burly stalk of his neck, over his flanks, onto his hips, and finally her hands met on the black meat of his erection.

Manek released her tit but kept his snout nearby. He kissed the space between her breasts, licked slowly over one mound and then its twin, and finally kissed her chin. As he made himself familiar with her breasts he gyrated into her cupping hands, and he paused his kisses and licks to growl, "Hold it tighter, Sayi. As tightly as you care to."

The girl didn't question his words; she simply squeezed and she listened as he moaned. Astonishingly, his penis seemed to hardly deform under her grip. It was so fat, so full with blood that it merely throbbed in her fingers. The heat which it gave off excited her in some unknowable way, and it seemed to awaken a desire in her which she had no reference for. While she held it and he pushed and pulled it through her hands, it spurted great amounts of precum, and the clear lubricating fluid spattered across her loins.

"Your size, it is-, it's unbelievable," breathed Sayi. She had eyes then only for his penis. She understood where it would go, for she was a virgin but not a fool. Rather than intimidating, the idea was thrilling beyond words. Even in her hands, leaking its mess on her body, she was enamored in a way that would have been, if not so tightly focused on Manek, incredibly whorish.

With a snort, Manek pushed his cock into her gripping hands several more times. He looked primal, even bestial to Sayi. It didn't diminish his perfection at all; if anything the effect was enhanced, for he looked as all girls of the tribe expected an Equine to look with his grace and his power.

Gently Manek shushed her hands from his cock. Even without her grip it throbbed harshly. He said lowly, "I'll breed you now. Understand, Sayi, that this may be uncomfortable."

"It is my duty," the girl said with admirable composure. In truth the pain was little concern to her; the promise of pleasure ruled her mind. Not just pleasured of the flesh, of which she was becoming familiar, but the zealous exultation of giving her body to an Equine. She lay with shapely legs parted, waiting eagerly for his entry.

The stallion held his cock near its broad head and touched it to the girl's labia. Gently he spread the folds, but then spread them wider still until his cock was able to touch the pink beyond the lips. As he pushed his way into her vagina, she shuddered and all of her composure was lost. "Oh-, oh my, it's enormous!" the girl bleated, staring at the crossbeams of the ceiling, seeing nothing in them; her mind was focused fully on the sex.

"So perfectly tight," hissed Manek as he opened her, spread her slowly but steadily. He encountered the wall of her hymen and pushed through its fibrous barrier; the blood was hardly noticed. Sayi felt a twinge of sharp pain but she weathered it with nary a cringe. She reached for Manek and touched his neck and chest, caressing and taking joy at the feeling of his body.

"Such flawlessness, so very beautiful and perfect," Sayi crooned, peering into the hungry, grinning face of her master and mate. Then she looked down, and she saw the lump of the stallion's penis as it pressed inside of her. With almost religious ecstasy, she gasped, "I can hardly believe the size!"

Manek chuckled, and he took satisfaction both from the sex and her delirious joy. He touched his lips to hers in a brief, but meaningful kiss, and their eyes locked. Speaking lowly, the words for her and her alone, he said, "I yearn to see you with my foal, Sayi. Doesn't the prospect thrill you?"

A smile spread wide across Sayinaral's lovely face. "Yes," she shivered. "Yes it does." She pecked her kisses all over Manek's handsome face, but especially on his lips. He kissed back at her eager lips, slipped his tongue between them, overwhelmed her maw with his tongue the same way his penis entirely overfilled her sex.

Still the horse was just entering her. The great width and many inches of his cock made an ever more obvious hump in her belly which Sayi stroked across with an air of reverence. That she could feel the glory of Manek's penis through her own flesh made her feel strangely privileged, and she said in a cooing voice, "It is my only purpose in life to be your mate..."

"And that," Manek grunted, "you shall be, Sayinaral." Now the stallion, nearly buried, began to pull back. Barely halfway out, only to the middle ring of his penis, and then he pumped it back inside. Sayi gasped, a sound as much of pleasure as pain. Manek pulled back; thrust it back inside, but harder. Sayi gasped again, but weathered the pain well. And so went the sex, Manek applying more and more force and Sayi adapting to it quickly. He spoke to his wife, "Your body pleases me greatly. Your tribe will be blessed. There will be no hunger, no illness."

"Yes," cooed Sayi. "Oh, [i]yes."[/i] Whether she was speaking in response to his proclamations or in sexual ecstasy, Manek was uncertain. He preferred the ambiguity. He grinned and kissed her neck, pinched the skin in his flat teeth. The girl winced with what seemed to be hard-earned pleasure. He licked up her throat and chin, then kissed her once more. Their tongues mingled, then tangled. Saliva was exchanged, but Manek had such a surplus that he gave far more than he took.

Sayi stroked the stallion's broad, dense head. The beauty of his form from the points of his ears to the sweeping locks of his tail astonished her; for even as a girl trained to worship the Equines, she had never seen a male so flawless in appearance.

Manek broke the kiss and left both of them panting softly, mouths so near that breath was shared. Sayi whispered, "I've never felt pleasure like this." In fact, she had never known sexual pleasure at all; even masturbation was alien to her. Every inch of her body was for the Equine to claim first.

"I should think so," Manek said, quietly. He closed his eyes, nosed into her chest. As Sayi stroked his head, rubbed his lengthy snout, he curled his thick tongue around a breast. As he had done before, he mouthed, and then suckled the tit. With each suck, Sayi gave a moan. The horse grumbled around her breast, "My every touch brings you ecstasy. As well it should."

"Yes, yes," Sayi said, nearly whining with exultation. Her vagina was incredibly taut around the horse's cock; his precum filled and lubricated her though she was far from dry. She could not take her mind off of the bulge in her belly. It was, she thought, a portent of the near future when she would be gravid with Manek's foal. The metamorphosis that was pregnancy was something she was oddly excited for: the thickening of her belly, the swelling in her breasts as they readied to lactate, and the countless other little ways in which her body would prepare itself for reproduction. All of this, she was happy to undertake for the Equine - for her husband.

Pleasure showed on Manek's face. He showed his teeth, and his humping deepened and quickened. He started to grunt with every exertion and the meaty throbs of his penis deepened. Sayi could feel even the subtlest pulse of his cock in her taut belly; being so attuned to an Equine was another rapturous pleasure to the girl.

"Ah, excellent," huffed Manek, eyes clenched shut and teeth bared. His tail lashed above his muscular bottom. The great black sack of his scrotum was tightening, the gonads pulling closer to his loins while the seed within swam and churned, waiting for release into Sayi's fertile grounds. He slurped up her chest and neck and chin; chained nibbles and pecking kisses back down to the space between her breasts.

Sayi writhed beneath Manek, not a shred of composure left in her display. Her toes curled, fingers sliding over his shoulders and back in big circles. Vaginal secretions leaked copiously around Manek's cock; but the precum the stallion shot into her was practically unending. She breathed to him, to her Equine husband, "I-I do not know what this feeling is, but it-, it's unlike..."

The girl managed no more words. She winced, whined, and involuntarily clung to her husband. Her first orgasm proved to be so powerful and intense that, even ten seconds later, she was still mewling with overwhelming pleasure. The passage of her vagina could tighten no further around Manek but the stallion recognized her climax and showered her lovely face with his kisses. He said as she groaned beneath him, still taking his plunging cock, "That is the kind of pleasure you'll receive often as my wife, Sayi. Savor it."

"Y-yes, of course," bleated Sayi, her eyes clenched. She found afterglow was taking hold of her, filling her with warmth to defy the cold darkness beyond the walls of the cabin. She felt over her belly, over the flare of Manek's penis. It seemed to be the size of an orange and she could scarcely believe something so enormous could fit inside of her body. She kissed him, using her touch to find her way around his handsome snout. Pleasurable noises, mere whimpers, slipped from her mouth. With her orgasm behind her, the exhaustion of her journey was beginning to settle in; but the Equine demanded attention.

Manek pushed into Sayi with slow, stubborn grinds. His chest heaved both with the exertion of the sex and the burden of pleasure. The kisses he gave her were brief and fleeting, as if he could not focus enough to properly kiss the girl; indeed, after slowing and shuddering, Manek pushed his cock as deeply as it could go, and he brayed in masculine triumph.

The flared head of Manek's cock had pressed flush to her cervix, and when he came he filled the waiting chamber of her uterus. Thick and potent, his seed's virility was so great that Sayi was being fertilized even before the stallion's climax ended. For a time it didn't seem as if it would, and Manek panted and snorted as he filled his wife full of his seed. It poured into her, his heavy black balls teeming with semen. Beneath him Sayi squirmed and whined and spoke needful, quiet things to the godly Equine.

She felt over her stomach which had begun to bloat with the horse's seed. She said with a gasp, "Have I become pregnant this quickly...?"

Manek, whose climax was at last slowing, supported himself above his naive mate. He kissed her neck and said lowly and patiently, "That's only the seed, girl. You'll lose this curve." His hand caressed her bulging, curved belly. The resemblance to late pregnancy, however, was undeniable. He chuckled and said wistfully, "You'll come to look like this, though. Again and again."

"And we shall do this again?" asked Sayi, softly.

The horse smiled. "Oh, yes. Very often."

After several moments of idle worship and of soft, shallow kisses, Manek withdrew from the girl. His seed drizzled steadily from her vagina which was noticeably agape but beginning to tighten again. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, and his softening cock wobbled from side to side. Sayi pressed close to him, savoring his nearness and his warmth. She asked him quietly, "Have I earned my place here?"

"Yes," Manek answered, at once and without hesitation. "You have, Sayinaral."