Bred by the Centaurs (M/F Monster Gangbang Erotica) (2 page)

Sarah blinked hard a few times, convinced
that her eyes were playing tricks on her in the dark. It must be a
man
riding
a horse. Not a man who also
was
a horse.
There wasn’t such a thing as centaurs.

“Don’t worry,” said the…creature, coming
closer. “We won’t harm you. Despite what you may have heard.”

“
We
?” Sarah breathed.

The centaur didn’t answer. “What brings you
into this forest at night, smelling like a mare in heat?”

Sarah’s heart was beating hard against her
ribcage. What could she possibly say to him? She had to be
imagining things. Was there some sort of hallucinogenic baked into
the few resentful bites of spanakopita she’d eaten?

“I don’t know,” she said, truthfully.

The centaur smiled, taking another step
closer. Sarah felt herself sinking down towards the ground, her
hand still buried between her legs.

“I suppose you didn’t come here for us, then?
To experience the legendary coupling of a human woman with a
half-man, half-beast?”

His tone was mocking. She shook her head,
shrinking further from him.

“No, I didn’t. I swear. I didn’t know. I
didn’t even think you were real.”

He laughed, his front legs bending down to
bring him almost to her level. “All right, then,” he said. “So you
didn’t know. You just thought these legendary woods, the fabled
home to centaurs, would be the best place to find some quiet time
to yourself?”

Sarah quivered. She didn’t know what she was
afraid of, but she felt her inner muscles twitching and clenching
as her eyes drifted over the centaur’s body. Every part of it was
heart-stoppingly beautiful, from his tightly muscled chest to his
smooth haunches to the long, thick shaft on the underside of his
belly.

“I don’t know why I came here,” she said,
softly. “I really don’t. But I guess you’re right about one thing.
I am in heat. I just got married, and my husband can’t satisfy me.
I wanted him to…you know…go down on me.” The words came out in a
rush. “But he didn’t want to, because I still had…him…dripping out
of me and he thought it was gross, I guess. And I know I should
have just accepted it and gone to wash up, but it made me angry, so
I came out here instead.”

The centaur chuckled. “Too proud to eat his
own essence out of you? For shame. He doesn’t sound like much of a
man to me.”

Sarah swallowed hard and nodded, as much as
it pained her to admit it.

“Why would you marry such a man?” the centaur
asked, leaning in so close that she felt a little light-headed.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I…I was a virgin
until our wedding night.”

The corner of the centaur’s mouth quirked up
in a smile. “How virtuous,” he said, his eyes raking over her
half-naked body.

“Please,” she said. “Just let me go back to
my hotel.”

“I’m not stopping you,” said the centaur.
“But is that what you really want?”

She was forcing herself not to stare directly
at it - she really, really was - but out of the corner of her eye,
she could see the already impossibly long shaft of his cock growing
even longer. And maybe it was her imagination, but she could have
sworn there was a little bead of white precome on the massive
tip.

“Yes,” she said in a very small voice, lying
to him. Lying to herself.

The centaur grinned, then reached out and
grabbed her around the waist, lifting her with one smooth movement
so that she was more or less upright against the tree, legs
unsteady. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her
desperately aching core.

“Are you sure?”

Closing her eyes as tightly as she could,
Sarah shook her head.

She didn’t know what she expected to feel,
exactly - but it wasn’t the centaur’s tongue on her swollen flesh,
simultaneously soothing and worsening the ache that had been
growing in it for so long. She let out a long, shaky moan, almost
losing her balance but for the strong hands still around her waist.
Her inner muscles seized up to it almost immediately, her toes
curling inside her sensible hiking boots as she felt the beginnings
of her second-ever orgasm shuddering through her.

She dimly heard something in the distance,
someone calling her name? And she turned towards the noise with
lust-clouded eyes just in time to dimly see Jared, stumbling
towards her through the underbrush, the look of utter shock that
passed over his face as he tried to take in the scene before him -
before exquisite pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, and she
screamed out her climax to the night sky.

When she came back to herself, she took a
moment to survey her surroundings. There was the centaur, kneeling
before her, his chin wet with her juices. He was smiling. Behind
him and all around him, slowly coming out of the shadows, were the
“we” he must have been referring to. Ten centaurs - no, twelve,
each of them more gorgeous than anything she could have imagined.
And Jared, in the midst of it all, his mouth hanging slightly open
and - unbelievably - a very noticeable tent in his jeans.

When he turned to her, she wasn’t sure what
she expected him to say.

“Is this really happening?” was all that came
out of his mouth.

“I guess so,” said Sarah. And oddly enough,
she didn’t feel the urge to apologize, or to explain her behavior.
As the centaurs gathered closer, she began to understand what was
going to happen here tonight. She would be fucked by all of them in
turn - their leader first, no doubt, the one who had first
approached her and brought her to climax with his tongue. He’d
merely been readying her for them. For all of them.

“We are pleased you came here tonight,” said
the lead centaur, standing up on all fours so that she could see
his huge, glistening cock. “And your mate is welcome to the ritual,
too. This forest has been our home for many generations, and, gods
willing, it will continue to be so for many years to come. But we
will need your help to continue our bloodline. Sadly, while the
centaur race is a strong one, we have no females. We can only breed
with humans. It has been many years since we had the opportunity,
and it will be many years before it happens again. Tonight, you
have the honor of being our mate. What is your name, child?”

“Sarah,” she said, softly.

“Sarah,” the centaur repeated.

Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance,
Sarah turned over on all fours and presented herself to the pack.
Jared was in her line of sight now, and she saw that he had
unzipped his jeans and was hesitantly tugging at his prick. He
looked equal parts frightened and aroused - an emotion that she
understood perfectly, but she smiled at him, letting him know it
was all right.

Because, for some reason she couldn’t quite
understand or explain, it was.

Her scent was thick in the night air. She
felt the lead centaur draw close, his massive body surrounding
hers, mounting her. The head of his dick felt impossibly huge
against her entrance. She whimpered softly.

“Shh, shh,” the centaur whispered. “It’s all
right.”

And like that, he jerked his haunches
forward, forcing the swollen cockhead inside of her. She cried out,
but the pain quickly subsided. She forced herself not to scream as
more and more of his shaft slid into her, stretching her open (so
that’s
what they were talking about in those books) (well,
maybe not
exactly
this) until tears leaked out of the
corners of her eyes.

And then just when she was sure she couldn’t
take any more, he pulled out and slammed back in with a brute
force.

She really did scream then, but it was hard
to tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. She was still
tender inside from the bone-shaking orgasm he’d given her, and
every thrust nudged something deep inside of her that set her teeth
on edge in the best possible way. She moaned and howled. Jared’s
eyes were like saucers. His hand was a blur on his dick, and she
saw him go up on his tip-toes and close his eyes when the white
spurts of jizz came out, but, impossibly, he didn’t stop. His pace
slowed a little, but he licked his lips and kept going, watching
her being fucked to oblivion by a massive beast.

It felt like an eternity before the centaur’s
cock swelled even more inside of her, gushes of his seed pouring
out and filling her to the brim. He groaned as he pulled out,
leaving her gaping open and breathless on the forest floor.

But that was just the beginning.

The next one might have been smaller, or
perhaps she was just more used to the feeling. He slid into her
sopping cunt with ease, every squelching thrust forcing a little
more of the leader’s seed out of her. Her voice was hoarse but she
couldn’t stop herself from moaning. It felt so incredible, so
deliciously raw and filthy, and when the second centaur came inside
of her realized she was actually eager for more.

The third was certainly smaller. But the
curve of his dick was slightly different, and it stretched her in
ways she hadn’t even considered were possible. She could tell from
his heavy breathing and his quivering body that it would be over
quickly, and she cooed encouragingly as he swelled and stiffened
and added his own seed to the mess already inside her.

Cock after cock filled her, some taking
longer than others, but all massive and all of them sending
shockwaves of pleasure up her spine with every deep thrust. Jared
was stroking his still-hard dick like he couldn’t help himself, but
more slowly now, watching with fascination as his new bride gave
herself over to be bred by the centaurs. There wouldn’t have been
any use in trying to stop it, but Sarah found herself wondering if
he would have tried. Or was this what he wanted? To see her used
and debased by a pack of creatures in the forest? To see her
satisfied in ways that he couldn’t possibly satisfy her?

By the time the last centaur was buried in
her, Sarah realized she could come again. The quiet buzz was
filling her up, every nerve ending tingling. She had no voice left
to moan and was now just breathing hoarsely, ass high in the air,
growing desperate once again to feel that climax one more time.

But then it was over as suddenly as it began
- one more powerful burst of a centaur’s seed, and he was gone too,
leaving her collapsed on the forest floor, pussy full and abused,
and
wanting
.

With a burst of effort, she flipped over onto
her back, meeting Jared’s eyes with a wordless plea.

This is your second chance. Don’t blow it
now.

The leader stepped forward once again.

“Go on,” he said to Jared. “Give your woman
what she wants.”

Swallowing hard, Jared walked slowly towards
her, hand still moving slowly on his cock. His eyes were glued to
her cunt, dripping with the essence of a pack of centaurs.

“Come on, honey,” she whispered. “It’s our
honeymoon. It’s the least you can do.”

And with that, Jared dropped to his knees and
buried his face between her legs.

She barely had time to feel smug about the
way his hand quickened and his cock visibly hardened as he lapped
up the centaurs’ come, because something about the way his tongue
slid through the slick mess pushed her over the edge into intense
bliss. She heard a hoarse yell, and knew it must be her own voice,
although it didn’t sound familiar.

Jared must have finished himself off seconds
later, because when she opened her eyes he was collapsed on the
leaves beside her. Sarah propped herself up on her elbows, looking
around the forest, but the centaurs were nowhere to be seen.

“Was that…” Jared hesitated. “Did that…”

“It had to be real,” said Sarah, looking down
at herself. “I mean…didn’t it?”

Jared laughed - a soft, bewildered sound. And
for the first time in as long as she could remember, Sarah didn’t
have any more doubts.

Whatever happened, they’d be all right.

It was their honeymoon, after all.

-

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