I can’t hold my shift any longer. I am in my Brag form, my hooves dancing on the stone floor, the hooves ringing out with my desire to mate my lady.
My todger is bigger and more swollen than ever. Pre-seed drips from it onto the flags. It’s then, through the fog of my rut and desire, I see them. The way the bed has been carved, it is if it was made for a Brag to mate.
“Present for me, my lady.” My voice is hoarse, needy, wanting.
Hazel’s eyes are clouded, dreamlike, but confused. Her brow sets into a set of lines as she lifts herself up and rolls over.
It is more than enough for me. Instinct takes over as I draw her up to the footboard, lifting her stomach and legs until she is in the correct position, her rear raised and her head down. My pre-seed splatters on the floor as I take her in.
“Such a perfect sight, presented for your Brag,” I growl. “Your pretty pink cunt waiting to take all of me.”
Hazel shakes and whines.
I slide my hooves into the carved notches, fitting me perfectly, and place my todger right at her entrance. The broad head slides against her soaking slit.
“Take me,” Hazel groans. “Take me and fill me, Warden.”
I drive forward, breaching her tight hole with a roar of her name which can surely be heard in the Night Lands. I reach up to grip the top pole of the bed as I withdraw and thrust back inside her.
“I am going to breed you until you are swollen with my seed, little mare. Breed you until your belly is filled with our foal, then I’ll breed you more as you lie ripe and rounded with young.”
Beneath me, Hazel gets wetter and wetter. I drive deeper and deeper.
I never want this to end.
HAZEL
My body has a mind of its own. This position seems as natural as can be as the great form of my Brag thrusts himself in and out of my soaking pussy, the nodes on his cock even larger than before, scraping over my channel until one by one they hit my g-spot, sending my pleasure spiralling.
I’m so wet, so slick with my own moisture, I can’t believe it’s all from me. Warden stretches me wider than ever, and I am on the cusp of pain, diminished only just by the mere ecstasy of him plundering my body as if it belongs only to him.
With every movement, I’m brought closer and closer to my climax. The bed beneath me shakes as he ploughs on, his movements perfect, rhythmic, designed to give me everything I need and more.
Warden groans my name and it’s too much. My orgasm pulses through me. I’m gripping at his cock and through what seems like a veil, I hear him roar. There is a deep, grinding stretch, and hot cum paints my insides as I continue to rock and moan. Heat flows through me as Warden buries himself deep within me, more and more flowing from him, and with this position, it only has one place to go.
I am being filled to the very brim by my great centaur. And then I’m being filled some more. Warden continues to thrust and thrust, my orgasm continues, or it merges into another. I’m not sure and I don’t care. My vision is dimming as pleasure overwhelms me.
Because this is not the last time Warden will rail me in this fashion. I want more, I want him over and over again. I don’t want him to stop…
As the ecstasy morphs into contentment and Warden’s movements lessen until he ceases entirely, a pair of warm arms snake around me, pulling me against him as I’m lifted from my position onto the bed.
“My sweet mate,” Warden rumbles in my ear.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp, my voice hoarse with calling his name…no, screaming it.
“I won’t, my lady,” he responds. “I rut for you, and until your womb is filled, I am unable to stop.”
Heat flushes through me. “Good,” I reply, shuffling myself back at him and, with some satisfaction, making him pulse once again.
“I hope you’re ready, little mate,” he says, face buried in my hair.
“Always, for you.”
We should leavein the morning, but we don’t. Instead we make love, fall into a stupor of bliss, recover, and do it all over again.
John and Joan leave food at the door, seemingly unbothered by our continuing presence, by our carnal behaviour which does not stop, just like Warden promised.
We create more pleasure. We create it time after time. My body can’t get enough of Warden, and he can’t get enough of me. In the times when we are not mating, we are eating or passed out, only to rise and recommence where we left off.
