Jon, Hedda and Freida watched in silence as the centaur and her burden disappeared into the night. Once the southbound travellers were lost in the gloom, she turned to her comrades. "I vorry about vhat he saw," she said. "I fear zere are dark tidings ahead of us." Hedda and Jon simply nodded, expressions of concern etched upon their faces.
Cress made haste along the dusty path that lead southwards into the mountains, travelling as fast as she could in an effort to put as much distance between her and the camp as possible. The warhost had patrols ranging far afield from the main force, and, while she had documents from Lisbet that gave her what was essentially free reign, nevertheless, she didn't want to face awkward questions about why she was heading south away from the warhost with a soporific barbarian tied to her back.
Behind her, Bann emitted the occasional moan and groan, and she felt his hands, tied at the wrist, migrate up to her armour encased chest to paw and squeeze at her breasts. To top it off, she could feel the young barbarian's hefty phallus pressing against the small of her back. As the path rose upwards into the mountains, she found herself repeatedly reaching down to remove Bann's exploring hands, but, as the dusty scrub of the foothills gave way to the rocks and sparse pines of the mountains proper, she gave up on the ceaseless battle and let randy human lad feel her up as she focused on keeping her footing on the dark mountain trail.
To be honest, thought Cress, the young man's attentions weren't the most irritating factor. The rope binding his wrists kept snagging on her baldric as she trotted along the path, causing her mace to shift and poke her in the waist. They had tied his hands thinking his dazed condition would result in him tumbling from her back as they travelled, but once she had stopped trying to prevent Bann's roving hands from groping her boobs, the lad had ceased fidgeting and seemed content to sit behind her and play. After some consideration, the filly reached down and drew her dagger from her belt and severed the barbarian's bonds. She couldn't help but emit a small moan as Bann immediately adjusted his grip until each of his hands was firmly grasping a perky tit.
She and Bann had fooled around more than a few times as the warhost had marched southwards over the plains, and Cress had always found Bann to be an attentive lover. His current, somewhat addled condition, had apparently done little to hamper his attentiveness, and Cress soon found herself panting not just at the exertion of climbing the twisting mountain path. Figuring they were safe enough in the blanketing darkness of night, she reached up and unbuckled the straps that held her jerkin closed over the short tunic she wore. Bann's hands quickly snaked under the heavy boiled leather of her armour and she moaned once more as he began teasing her nipples through the rough linen of her tunic. Perched in the crook of her back, she felt the barbarian start to buck his hips slowly to grind his prodigious erection against her.
They travelled like this for hours, the mountains looming increasingly taller on either side of the trail, Bann's hand cupping her firm, round bosom and pinching her nipples incessantly until she could feel the sticky wetness of arousal in her loins and she had hiked her tunic up to give him unfettered access to her sensitive nubs. By the time the sky grew lighter with the onset of dawn, the centaur filly was insufferably aroused and she could swear she could smell the pungent, musky aroma of Bann's oozing pre-cum. "I suppose a short rest isn't a bad idea," said Cress out loud, despite knowing Bann was in no condition to respond.
To her left, a scree slope rose to form a small ridge that was crowned by a few large boulders and a small, somewhat sheltered rocky outcropping. Biting her bottom lip in an effort to stay on task, she cantered up the slope and into the stony conclave. Once sheltered amid the rocks, she kneeled, and to her surprise, Bann automatically dismounted. She was about to get back on her hooves when she felt the young warrior's hands on the short fur of her haunches. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she saw that Bann had moved around to stand behind her and was in the process of unfastening his kilt. Despite his dazed countenance, he soon managed to unbuckle the garment. Cress' gaze lingered on the northerner's massive cock. Yearning to be mated, she flicked her tail to one side. "Go on Bann, stick that fucking thing in me," she commanded.
Without ceremony, Bann obliged. Cress gasped as she felt the puffy, slick lips of her cunt part to admit the bulbous head of the warrior's penis. Centaur mare cunts were built to take centaur stallion cocks - girthy, equine schlongs, long and hose-like with a wide flare at the end. Human cocks usually got lost in the embrace of a mare's quim, so when Bann and Cress had fucked before, she'd let him roger her asshole, where the tightness was more pleasing for the both of them. Now, however, Cress was gasping. Bann's shaft was big enough to rival a centaur stud's. Perhaps not as long, but wide and hard, and the difference in shape significant enough to send a trill of pleasure down her spine. The sensation was sublime, and the filly couldn't stop the powerful muscles in her haunches from clamping down upon the oversized slab of man-meat pushing into her fuck-hole. The desire to rut built in her chest. "Ohhh! Fuck!" she moaned. "Mate my cunt, Bann! Fuck it hard!"
The words bounced off the fog clouding Bann's head, but, in his lust induced stupor, fucking the centaur's hot, sloppy quim as hard and deep as he could was all he wanted to do. Gripping her haunches firmly, the fuck-drunk barbarian began pumping his hips vigorously, his heavy, swinging balls slapping against her black, rubbery, equine labia and large, engorged clit. The musky smell of a mare in rut that wafted from her swollen genitalia served to thicken the haze of arousal that shrouded his mind and soon the rocks around them resounded with the wet, meaty squelching sounds of two beasts mating wildly. Long, sticky strands of Cress' juices oozed from her stuffed hole to splatter on the ground or slather onto Bann's swinging sack as his pistoning organ plunged in and out of the filly's welcoming pussy. Cress missed the sensation of being mounted and pressed to the ground by the bulk of a stallion, but the human made up for it with enthusiasm as he leaned forward against her, stomach pressed against her broad ass cheeks, hips a blur of primal desire.
Cress wondered briefly if the obscene sounds of their frantic humping would draw unwanted attention. Her heart beat quickly - the danger of discovery only serving to enhance the excitement of their urgent mating. The filly reached up to pinch and tease her painfully erect nipples, biting her bottom lip in sweet pleasure as her cunny was thoroughly serviced. After having her firm, round titties manhandled and groped for the past few hours, Cress' orgasm was on a hair trigger, and each time Bann's tumescent tool plowed into her, she could feel her pleasure build. She closed her eyes, savouring the delicious sensations, as she squeezed her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples.
Suddenly, Bann gave a mighty thrust, ramming his cock into the centaur's cunt until his hips came to rest firmly against the sweat shined fur of her ass and his balls pressed up hard against her clit. His heavy phallus spasmed inside her, swelling inside her sloppy tunnel until a sudden, powerful blast of hot sperm erupted from its tip to baste her welcoming womb. It was all she needed. Cress' cunt clenched and released, rhythmically milking the seed from the human fighter as turbulent waves of pleasure overran her. The orgasm was intense beyond words, and the well-fucked centaur simply moaned and spouted gibberish as her cunny was inseminated with wave after wave of sloppy, gushing jism. Even a stallion couldn't hope to match the sheer quantity of cum the diminutive warrior pumped into her and soon Cress felt her quim overflow with the lewd liquid and it came burbling past her stretched pussy-lips in an obscene torrent of pearly white stickiness. Her head slumped forwards as she gasped for air and rode out her orgasm while Bann's cum-hose finished spurting his seed into her.
A slow clap brought her out of her post-coital reverie. Cress' head snapped up and she looked backwards to see a chainmail girded dwarf applauding slowly. "That was quite a show, lassie," said the dwarf, grinning widely from behind his beard. His elbow rested on the head of a heavy, two handed maul. Beside him stood a dwarf woman, clad in a burnished breastplate and gripping an axe and shield.
Cress glanced to her right side, where her pike lay, and wondered if she could reach the weapon in time. The dwarf woman hefted her axe and took a step forward. "A lovely little performance, but you really should be more careful in the mountains," said the short female. "Never know what 'disreputable' types might overhear you if you let your guard down."
Bann's cock was still entombed within her quim, somewhat deflated, but still hefty enough to plug her up. Their compromised position left both the centaur and the northern barbarian at a significant disadvantage. "What do you want?" Cress asked, blushing slightly.
"Well, I think your gear will do," said the hammer-wielding dwarf. "And is that a coin purse I see on your belt there?"
