Author's Note: This took a little longer to get up than I was hoping for, and Chapter 7 still isn't finished and will also be delayed. Hopefully I'll get back in the swing of things now that the Holidays are over!
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Thundering hooves quaked over the rolling plains as the scouting party descended on the small village just as the sun approached the horizon. The villagers, seeing the riders coming from the south, quickly concluded that they were the enemy and panicked. They began to run in every direction, trying to flee the coming carnage.
Golinchkar grinned as an older man ran out of a hut armed with a scythe. The graying man's eyes widened as he saw the lean, dark skinned and pointy toothed Mincenntti upper body of the centaur charging towards him. The centaur held out his forearm, his thumb on the slingstone. With one quick motion, he loosed from the side and sent the stone whirling through the air until it smashed into the greybeard's head. His head tilted back as his cheekbone was fractured and the man crumpled to the ground.
Old men, women, and children
he realized,
All the men must be off to war...so much the better for us!
The centaur chieftain grinned wider as he loosed another bullet. The small stone slammed into an older boy wielding an axe with a vicious crack as his ribs fractured. "What were you protecting, boy?" Golinchkar mused as his reared up and kicked in the door to the boy's hut with a foreleg.
The hovel was so small that his head almost burst through the thatch roof. Golinchkar pushed in, drawing his new steel saber as he quickly scanned the hearth. Chickens squawked and ran about as he clomped through, kicking aside a small table and shattering a clay pot.
There didn't seem to be any treasure, not that he expected any in a peasant's hut. As the livestock cleared out, Golinchkar was left alone in the hut, at least, until heavy breathing betrayed whoever was hiding beneath the bed. He trotted over and kicked the bed so hard it broke through the stick and hay wall and tumbled out into the center of the village.
A young woman had been lying beneath it, curled up and trembling in fear. The centaur grinned even wider now as he leaned forward to scoop her up in his grey arms. With her fair skin and light hair she was different than what he was used to. Still, her firm, perky breasts, narrow waist and lush, rounded ass were all he needed to tell him that this was a fertile young woman to mate with.
She started to scream when he tossed her over his shoulder and leaped out through the hole in the wall he made. She beat her fists on his back, but the small fists rebounded off his massive chain shirt and leather armor.
He carried her towards the center of the village as the rest of his war band finished off the last of the men and gathered up the women. Golinchkar slung her off his shoulder and dumped her on her ass.
"What's your name, girl?" He asked.
The woman trembled in fear at his monstrous visage, unable to form a response.
"Betty, run!" Her brother called weakly as he approached Golinchkar from behind, dragging the axe in one hand while clutching his broken ribs with the other.
Golinchkar didn't even look back: he just kicked his hind legs and smashed the boy's face, snapping his neck, and sending his body flying across the square with one single brutal movement. "Betty is it? A pretty name for a pretty girl."
All women like to hear that,
he thought, not knowing if she was really pretty. He leered down at her and cupped her chin with one hand while he groped her breast with the other. "You'll breed me strong babies won't you?"
The human woman only wailed in response, but Golinchkar was used to such reactions. The Mincenntti captives back home were similarly resistant to being bred...at least at first.
Well, she'll warm up eventually,
he figured. The races created by the Mincenntti were designed to be sterile, but it ended up they were only sterile within their own race. Centaurs could breed with Mincenntti or with horses, though of course Mincenntti were preferred. Of late though, they had become more and more rare.
The hand groping her breast slipped into the neckline of her dress and tore down, ripping the garment straight down to her waistline.
The centaur admired her pert breasts again now that they were exposed to his view.
There's something to be said for their pale skin after all,
he decided. "Very nice, girl." Golinchkar said as he felt her tit again, exploring the bare flesh with his thick fingers. "It is good to see you're not so different. Most of the parts are the same, anyway. Let's see if the most important bit is."
As the human woman tried to cover her breasts, Golinchkar tore the remaining scraps of her dress all the way, leaving her completely naked. A quick inspection showed him that she did in fact have the parts he needed, even if they looked a little small. Still, he had no doubt he'd make himself fit eventually.
"No! Please don't! Let me go!" Betty cried out again, lashing out ineffectually with her fists and feet.
Golinchkar wasted no time in spinning her around and dropping her onto all fours. He quickly stepped over her, so his unclothed underside was exposed to her body. His long equine shaft was already growing out of its sheathe, and the broad flat head drifted over her rounded backside as he readied himself.
This was always the most difficult part: he couldn't reach beneath himself to hold her down and guide himself in. Golinchkar needed her to remain still to best open her up for being mounted. Fortunately, there was a simple method for ensuring her cooperation. He clopped his forehooves dangerously close to her head. Anytime she moved he blocked her with a stomp, until she finally got the point he was trying to make and crouched beneath him on all fours waiting.
"Perfect, just like that. I'll make a good filly out of you yet!" He laughed and began to move his hips, slapping his massive tool against the back of her thighs and rubbing it between her legs as he nudged her. The thick rod soon found the soft, furry mound of her pubis and began to probe at her velvety folds. He began to press against it, stabbing at her again and again as he tried to force his mammoth cock inside her.
Instead, he merely succeeded in pushing her forward along the ground. "Brace yourself! Do it, or I'll strap you into one of the breeding stalls in this shit hole village and let the whole tribe have a go at you!"
Betty whimpered but acquiesced and planted her hands and feet into the ground to hold herself steady. "Aaaah! Nnng!" She cried out in pain a moment later as Golinchkar began pushing again, slowly but surely forcing the fat tip of his dick inside her tight virginal hole.
"Oh yes! Fuck! Human fillies are so soft and warm! And so many of them!" He looked around in wonder that every warrior in his scouting party had gotten a female to mate with. "Joining with Augras was definitely the right choice! This truly is a land of plenty for us!"
The centaurs cheered as they each began to fuck their women, Golinchkar most of all. The tiny human's pussy wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, but he paid the tightness no mind.
She'll loosen up in time. Especially after she starts pumping out foals!
He snickered to himself and began to work his hips, pulling out slowly and then stabbing forward in a violent thrust.
Betty grunted beneath him, using all her strength to keep from being thrown forward as the centuar's powerful lower half drove into her. The thick rod filled her completely, stretching her pussy to near the breaking point. Every time Golinchkar pulled back she was sure that her insides her going to follow. The only consolation was that the centaur's massive frame blocked her from view, saving her the shame of being further seen.
Not that the other women of the village would have any room to judge. They were all in a similar state as the rest of the war band ravished them. Her entire village was on the verge of being annihilated, or at least, bred out of existence. Terror gripped her as she wondered if she really could bear a centaur's child.
It didn't appear as if Golinchkar had any doubts based on the enthusiasm with which he fucked her. The more he kept at it, the looser she became and the easier it was to move himself in and out. As he forced her cunt to conform to the girth of his shaft he picked up the pace. Faster and faster he moved, using her body as a cock sleeve to bring himself off. It had been too long since he enjoyed a woman, particularly since he released his Mincenntti captives as a condition of allying with Augras.
"Ah, that's good. That's real good. Humans are so fucking tight aren't they?" He asked rhetorically. His powerful flank muscles rippled as he flexed his body while thrusting into her. The tight warmth wrapped around his cock was better than he had ever experienced before! As he rode Betty, he looked around at the rest of his band in triumph. None of his warriors seemed to find any fault or complaint. All around the human women were being bred, though in one case he actually saw one of the women sucking on a fat equine prick.
I'll have to try that later.
"Come on Betty, move your hips, the sooner you make me cum the sooner this will all be over."
This round at least,
he thought with a snicker.
The young human woman did her best but sharp pain lanced through her each time she shook her hips. The centaur's horse dick was lodged so deep and tightly inside her that each movement she made caused her insides to stretch painfully. "Ah! Please! Just finish! It hurts!" She wailed.
"If you keep up that screeching we might be here all day!" Golinchkar admonished her. He tried to shut out her mewling and focus on the pleasure that her body was giving his cock. His testicles began to tingle as his seed began to flow up to the base of his cock in anticipation of the coming climax.
His thrusting became frantic as he pounded into her again and again, ruining her pink pussy with his fat cock. Moments later his gooey seed burst out of the flat tip of his shaft and plastered her vaginal walls. The now widened pocket of her pussy quickly filled with his cum even as more spurts splashed against her cervix.
A shiver went through him as her body quaked and pulsed, squeezing the hyper-sensitive end of his phallus. As the last of his cum leaked into her body, a mighty blast from a horn shook him from the post coital bliss.
"Riders approaching!" One of his warriors called out.
"How many?"
