**** continued from part 1 ****
Several centaurs pulled out small instruments from their satchels; flutes and drums and rattles. They started playing a tune, all eyes on Valentine.
She stammered at first, not sure what to do, but finally jumped up, glad to be away from the massive member that was sliding along her leg. If this was all a dream, what harm could there be in indulging the leader of the centaurs. And if it wasn't a dream, one look at his stern face convinced her that doing what she was told was the sensible choice.
So Valentine moved towards the fire, feeling the heat, and enjoying the opportunity to warm herself. She still keep herself covered self consciously, but she noticed all the eyes staring. Her shoulders slumped in vague defeat as she realized at this point, it was either dance... or die. She let her hands drop other side.
She stood still for a beat, unsure and awkward. But a calm of sorts fell over her. She was young and beautiful, her breasts high and full, tipped with thick brown nipples. Her tummy was flat and firm, her legs long and toned. She briefly wished she had shaved the thick brown curls that crowned her pussy, but she had planned on a week long hike, not a naked dance. She shook her hair loose, letting it fall across her shoulders.
At least the music is good... she thought, as the beats and shrills of the centaurs filled the air.
She focussed on that. She let it consume her. Her hips started to sway with the primal beat, her feet pounding the ground in time with the drums. Her shoulders started to gyrate, her breasts bouncing and swaying freely. She let her ass start to twist and turn, bending deep at the waist, throwing her head and hair out wildly as she danced around the fire. All eyes were on her, as hot and bright as the fire. She thought she could see figures in the shadows, dancing with her, lead by the sway of her hips.
With all the eyes on her, the music flowing, she felt sexy, powerful, like a nude goddess holding sway over the forest.
The tempo of the music increased. Almost frenetic. A centaur lumbered up and joined her around the fire. He stared at her, trotting in rhythm to the music, dancing with her. His arms were swaying, hands clapping, head held high, eyes fixed on her. Valentine gyrated and danced around for a moment with the huge man-beast.
His human cock was rock hard, and huge. Her eyes landed on the massive erect member and stayed locked, transfixed to it as it bobbed and swayed in front of her, easily larger than any she had ever seen. She was transfixed and, she had to admit, hugely turned on.
Behind her another centaur rose, and started to dance as well.
As the tempo rose, so did the frantic dancing, her feet hitting the ground faster and faster. She could feel the sweat building on her body as she saw the other centaur rise, and she swore she could see the outline of another erect cock in the shadow of his limbs.
The first centaur trotted and shimmied ever closer to Valentine. Behind her, the second centaur was inching closer. Around, all the seated centaurs were watching intently, still playing their instruments. Whistling Bear was there, watching too. Valentine saw no alarm on his face, so she felt reassured.
The first centaur was now right in front of her, his hard cock bobbing in front of her face. He paused, staying perfectly still, his nostrils flaring.
The second centaur stepped right behind her. She could feel the heat of his body before she even saw him.
Valentine's dancing slowed as she grew surrounded, until she was only swaying her hips in slow grinding circle. She gazed up at the first centaur, her eyes searching his face of stone. She lowered her eyes back to the huge throbbing meat in front of her. Slowly, she raised one hand, reaching out to grasp the shaft. The centaur snorted as her hand closed around the shaft of his cock. He remained rock still, his cock quivering in her hand.
She's briefly amazed at its heft, the weight of it. I didn't know a cock could be so...heavy... she thought to herself.
She began to slowly stroke it, her tiny hand not even able to wrap around it. She reached with her other hand to feels his sack, it being even heavier and more full than his shaft.
The second centaur eased forward, his cock now close to the one in her hand, just as hard as the first. He stood rock still.
The music continued to sound around her, a heavy tempo resonating in her gut.
After feeling the heft of the first ones sack, Valentine's hand and eyes moved to the second. His shaft is only inches from her face, rock hard and dripping precum. As her hand gripped his shaft, she slowly reached her head forward, mouth gaping. Her hands started to jerk the first cock in earnest, moving more or less with the rhythm of the drums. Her lips wrapped around the cock of the second beast, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting his surprisingly sweet precum.
There was rustling as more centaurs rose up. The musicians kept up their drumming, filling the forest with an intense beat.
The two centaurs watched as Valentine's lips and hands traveled up and down their hard cocks. Then one of them picked her up under the armpits and raised her up, placing her feet on the other centaur's horse flanks, her arms around his neck.
Val was now standing on the centaur, facing his human torso, his cock quivering a few inches below her pussy.
The second centaur was behind her, his hands on her ass.
Her eyes locked with the somber gaze of the man beast. Thoughts ran through her head, unbelieving, "This can't be happening. This ain't real. I'm about to get gangbanged by mythical creatures. This thing is huge! It won't fit... "
She smiled shyly at the creature, making up her mind. "Be gentle... I'm tiny..." she muttered in his ear. She lowered her hips, searching for the hard cock. She felt the tip of it pressing against her hole. She realized how wet she was, practically dripping over this man-beast's massive member.
Slowly, achingly, Valentine began to lower herself onto him. She could feel herself stretching around its massive girth, her eyes rolling back in her head as he filled her. Inch by inch she lowered herself onto it. After what seemed an eternity, she got to the base of this massive cock, and she held it there, breathing deep, shaking like leaf.
He held her against him, taking her weight. He snorted, trying to maintain control of himself, her pussy so tight around him.
As she breathed deep, intent on the sensations flowing from her pussy, she thought she saw forms around her.
There were forms; spirits and faery, ents, glowing tree spirits, snarling animal, all dancing and floating at the edge of the circle of light cast by the camp fire, all bathing in the ecstasy of her pleasure. Val was barely adjusted to the size and thickness of the first cock inside her as she looked in wonder as the spirits danced around her.
Valentine felt fingers digging around her pussy. The other centaur was right behind her, his hands parting the globes of her ass. His fingers were scooping her fluids, spreading them, dipping his rough fingers into her tiny asshole.
