Good Morning.
Human inns are much quieter without all the fornication you know.
Let's get breakfast as I tell you my another story.
You know how Theophilos, the human kid murdered the old Monsterlord, Maou, twice? I was there before he went away, he was addressing some monstergirls who wanted to record what he said. All gaunt, clad in most crude manner, haunted, armed to the teeth and restless. The type you don't want to meet in a dark alley.
And a monstergirl army actually helped him do it the second time.
And I entertained these girls...not knowing what the war needed.
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Lescat's balls! Human breakfasts are far better! Oh well, maybe the brothel skimped on supplies. Anyway, I and many boys were told to get ready to entertain many monstergirls that morning. That was strange, mamono active during the day. But a girl is a girl and they have needs, even with the most unusual biologies. I mean centaurs. Proud, noble girls with long, flowing hair and a body that needs satisfying.
They usually don't get boywhores, too proud for that. But I was told there was a poor filly that needed love, and I'm nothing if Tyler the Spear. Heh.
Centaurs are shy, and I knew she'd be down below, near the bigger rooms. Time to read her "special" orders.
That one would be fun, no, no, believe me, they have pussies that accomodate many member sizes. Demon Magic. Anyway...
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"What the hell?" I mumbled.
She had paid well.
"Bondage, harness and domination 1 seance - The Stud's Mare. Tender lovemaking, 1 seance. No contraceptive potion, 1 hour time together in the tavern."
"That makes my daily work, I assume." No girl should be left without the pleasures she craved. I donned my basic clothes and went towards the stable-like room centaurs used.
There she was. A blonde, beautiful mare-centaur, obviously prepared for sex and bondage by lady Zsa-Zsa herself. She was bound to a stall as if a broodmare was fixed for breeding. Fair enough for some "discerning tastes." Time to get to work.
Her beautiful human face was blindfolded, and set with a bit-gag, and ear muffs completely depriving her of sensations. Already her legs were shackled to a booth where her hands were tied, looking like a mare ready for breeding, so she can't kick back.
Hey, a tale is a tale, and it's my job. Good? Good. Well, your loss.
You? Listening? Good...
I snuck very quietly behind her, tiptoed and laid a hand on a beautiful, muscled flank, feeling her equine body. My hand caressing her, the golden haired centaur that was bound here, in my stables, shuddered quietly, clearly expecting what's going to happen. She was beautiful beyond compare, but so submissive. Slowly, I leaned on her shoulder, and kissed her horse-like big ears, which flicked cutely. She was adorable: her head leaned on my face, rubbing like a kitten.
I slowly removed an earmuff, just to speak:
"You are very lovely, miss. Can I remove the earmuffs? I want to hear your voice, and you mine. May I?"
She nodded slowly, so I removed the earmuffs, her ears popping free now.
"What a lovely mare. I think I'll take you right here and then." Time for polish. "Breed your powerful, mare body. You would like that, would you?" I slowly massaged her shoulders, pulling her tied hands from the pole, and fixing a saddle and harness to her chest that connected with the bit-gag that was already set on her mouth.
She mewled, shuddering as I immobilized her even more with the harness like a property.
Slowly my hands went to caress her flanks when all the shackles clicked in place. I massaged her scared, glorious body, feeling every muscle shudder under my hands. She melted sweetly, leaning in her bondage, like a good little filly to be bred.
"I think we can get to the main course, little filly." She nodded furiously, making me chuckle. Her hindquarters were shuddering from each caress, her beautiful vagina dripping with juice. Poor thing. We men are nothing if not helping these poor cuties. Who knows? Next centaur in town may be my daughter!
My cock, honestly quite large- what, oh yes! Zsa Zsa LOVES applicants. And yes, you get treated to penis enlargement. But I'm telling you, it WILL cost you time and money. You'd had to work off a decade at least. But then, you don't grow old as here: welcome to stasis of sex and money.
So my cock popped out of its shorts which were gone the moment I saw her pussy, small and human-shaped for human contact, right behind her; her body shivering, her tail could not block her most intimate place.
Lifting her tail, I slowly pressed it against the hungry cunt-lips, parting them ever-so-slowly as she whimpered and shook in her binds. With a wet slide, my cock was deep inside her, my balls already wet from her heat as I slapped a flank and grabbed her long ponytailed hair from behind, using all my hips to bury my cock inside her centaur twat.
"You want stud? Then you get bred, my mare." I pulled back, thrusting with full force again as her pussy clamped hard on me. Gods, she nearly crushed my cock! I thrust again, slowly building a rythm as every slap made her shudder and moan in her harness. She was built to breed indeed.
I kept pumping, my cock pounding her pussy even deeper with every thrust as she expanded to accomodate penises larger than her size. And yes, centaur women can be bred with horses as emergency, and for well... dirty minded centaurs. Why do you think some sneak in stables in breeding seasons?
Not for me to judge, friend. A girl has her needs, especially proud centaurs deserve a lot of it. They never attacked humans.
The poor thing was having a time of her life, bred like a slave mare by a boy she didn't even see his face. I grabbed her hips and thrust even more, until my balls slipped inside her expanding pussy as well, waves of pleasure washing my mind, as well as hers. My first orgasm was building up despite training, since I was furiously pumping, my crotch wet from her lust and the warmest, softest centaur body I had bred.
"I'LL CUM!...inside you...get ready, mare!" I groaned, as my thrusts became faster and her squeals hysterical. She nodded eagerly, bending to raise her buttocks to receive my seed.
I groaned, shouted and thrust a final time, unloading my balls deep inside her. She squealed inside her gag, beind bred as the chattel-mare she fantasized, I felt my balls drain inside her cavernous body, filling her with seed.
"Gods, you are a frisky filly, aren't you? I think we'll sell you to a stablemaster, maybe we'll breed you with pretty centaur fillies working for Zsa-Zsa, hmm?" I kept teasing her. "Bad things happen to good girls coming here you know." I slapped her butt, making her jump in her binds. "Centaur slaves are rare and prized..."
She clenched even tighter for my flaccid cock buried inside her now...oh Gods...I needed a break, falling on my ass as she shuddered in orgasm, flicking pussy juice, and not a drop of semen. She was a greedy mare.
Some minutes later, I untied her feet and grabbed her tied hands behind her back, slapping her ass as I did so.
"On the haystack, on your belly, raise your butt." She nodded eagerly, quite submissive. I retied her legs to each other and took a riding crop fit for horses. Undoing her blindfold and gag, I snuck before her, showing her the riding crop she wanted. Her eyes grew to the size of plates, lips shivering as I got back. Still no headshake, no safeword. Good.
