And when the tip of his tongue finds my clit, I’m tipped over the edge, my channel pulsing, my body bucking in his grip. Warden redoubles his efforts, sucking at me, his thick tongueshoving inside me as I try to ride him, my hands clutching at his horns.
“You taste like fresh hay and meadow grass.” Warden groans. “I want to eat you all day, every day, my mare.”
“And I need you inside me,” I finally gasp, breathless from his attentions, almost unable to believe how much he has made my body sing with pleasure.
“I need to be in you.” Warden’s chest is heaving. “I need to mount you, to seed you, to breed you,” he pants.
He rises out of the water. It runs from him, over his carved abs, down to the “v” at his hips, his genuinely massive cock bobbing against his washboard stomach. I half expect him to impale me straight away, but he hesitates.
“A mare…presents herself for her stallion,” he rasps, as if repeating something he has been told, rather than providing me with instructions. “And she should not make it easy for him.”
For a moment, we lock eyes. For a moment, I contemplate what he means.
Enough hesitation. I explode from the bath, splashing across and out, up the steps, across the stone flags, and to the doorway.
I check over my shoulder to see Warden in hot pursuit before I dash into the room which is more stable than bedroom but large enough I can put some distance between us.
Only I can’t. Of course I can’t. Warden is bigger and faster than me. In no time, he has an arm around my waist.
“Little mare…do you defy me?” he growls in my ear. “Do you run from me?”
“I’m not giving in without a fight, Warden,” I respond as he presses himself against my back. “If you want me, you’re going to have to work for me.”
I feel his hot breath on my neck followed by a groan as I squirm in his grip. A big hand slides down my back and between my buttocks, a thick finger sliding inside me.
“I have tasted you, little filly. You are ripe, you are ready.”
I am wet from the bath, but I’m also soaking between my legs, far wetter than I’ve experienced before. My pussy pulses and releases even more moisture.
Warden pumps his digit in and out, his thumb pressing on my clit, making it my turn to groan. Making my channel suck at him. I feel him shudder behind me.
“I must…I have to take you, fill you, breed you, my lady, or I will spill all my seed right here and now,” he rasps, voice like gravel.
As he withdraws his fingers, he presses me up onto a platform against a low wooden wall, dividing the linen covered straw pallet bed from the rest of the room, a growl echoing in my ear as he pushes my legs apart with his knee.
“Such a pretty mare, presenting for her stallion,” he rasps.
Once again, his fingers explore me, and as I look over my shoulder, I watch him fist himself, great globs of pre-cum dripping onto the floor as he gazes at me with heated desire, before he pushes up against me, and I feel his broad head at my entrance. I flood him with even more of my slickness.
He breaches me with agonising slowness, stretching me wider and wider, almost to the point of pain until my body adjusts, and he is inside, going deeper and deeper.
Warden’s hands clasp the shiny wood next to mine as he exhales a long, long breath.
“I am inside you,” he murmurs. “I can see my todger encased in your sweet cunt, my little mare.” He groans, withdrawing to slam back into me. “You are so hot, so soft, so slick.”
My entire body shakes, my legs jelly as he starts with a slow, easy, possessive rhythm. His teeth are on my neck, gripping at me, nibbling, setting my body on fire as he plunders me, his enormous cock stretching me to my very limit, even as yet more moisture eases his passage. Each one of the nodes along the topand bottom are reaming me, hitting my clit on their entrance and exit, hitting my g-spot and bringing me closer and closer to climax, my channel rippling over him.
“Hazel.” Warden growls my name, his teeth clenched into my skin, his hips firing irregularly. “You will make me spill…”
My orgasm shears through me like lightning. I pulse, bucking against him, my pussy clamping down hard on his cock as I lose it all, my senses, my mind, my control.
“I cannot hold, little mare,” he growls, his thrusts becoming irregular. “I must…I am…”
He roars as he erupts within me, his hot cum painting my insides as my climax continues to shudder through me, my vision gone, and all that remains is the huge centaur plundering me until I can’t even think straight.
HAZEL
Warden croons softly into my hair, body still pressed against mine, his huge member still thrusting into me in a slow, lazy way as it chases both my orgasm and his.
