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"Let me hear you say it."

"Pull the pin, everything stops."

"Good kitty." Alaric tousles my hair, deliberately leaving it rumpled and messy since I can't fix it. He smiles innocently when I give him side eye.

When Alaric backs up and straightens, I see only his equine legs again. "Hey, kitty?" his voice says above.

"Yeah, Stud?" I purr.

"You ready for your first taste of centaur cock?"

The heat sizzling through my veins whips into flames. "Fuck yes, I am."

"Good kitty. Open wide."

Alaric rears before me. Now I understand the bar above my head; he must hook his forelegs over it. His round stomach blocks my vision — except for the hard centaur cock bobbing in front of me. Ho-ly shit. Fully erect, Alaric's equipment is double the size of what the minotaurs were packing at the bachelor party last week.

Fuck it, I didn't come this far to balk now. I open my mouth. With impressive precision considering I'm unsure if he can see my face, Alaric maneuvers until his crown meets my lips.

I suck him in. He tastes earthy with a hint of salt. Alaric groans as I hollow my cheeks and lick around his wide, flared crown. I tug hard, encouraging him to go deeper. He takes my cue and pushes a few inches forward. Thank the gods I eliminated my gag reflex long ago.

He's so fucking wide. My jaw aches already — not a good sign. I relax every muscle in my face, neck, and body until I'm as limp as a doll, except for my sucking, hungry mouth.

Alaric thrusts shallowly. He pulls back and pushes forward in restrained, bobbing motions. The heat of his enormous body radiates onto my face. His wide cockhead nudges the back of my throat once, twice, before I determinedly swallow him down.

"Fuck, Kitten!" Alaric gasps. "Oh, fuck. You are a good cocksucker."

Damn fucking right I am. Alaric's cock is way too long for me to take all of him in my mouth, but I do my very best. He keeps his thrusts light, letting me adjust to his enormous equine junk down my throat. I'm proud that when he lets me up for air, I don't gasp as if I'm drowning.

The excited energy buzzing under my skin settles into contentment as Alaric pushes into my mouth again. I pull him rhythmically; lash him with my tongue; massage him with my throat. His equipment is bigger than I'm used to, but it doesn't matter. This is my gods-given purpose. I can suck cock until the cows come home.

"Holy shit, Kitten," Alaric pants. "You're too fucking good at this. I've gotta stop so I can breed you right."

He pulls from my mouth, hooves clattering as he drops to the floor. When he circles behind me, I hear the quick, light footsteps of an attendant darting onto the platform. Alaric thanks them politely as they lube his giant cock. Though plenty of lube already coats my channel, I will never complain about more.

The bench shudders and trembles as Alaric mounts it. His hooves catch in the troughs, supporting his weight above. His heat glows on my back. His breaths are deep and rapid.

I shiver. My heart pounds against my ribs. Then I feel the press of his warm, slick cockhead against my hole.

"Bear down for me, beautiful," Alaric's voice says above.

I know I'm stretched enough, yet the bright burst of sensation as a powerful centaur cock pushes through my ring almost fucking hurts. I shout at the stunning breach.

Thankfully, Alaric doesn't tug his flared cockhead out now that he's in. He pulses with small, subtle thrusts. That's enough for his lubed cock to incrementally slip farther into my stretched-out channel. His solidity pulls my inner walls, igniting every nerve. The invasion is huge, warm, and so good.

I focus on my breathing and how amazing Alaric's cock feels, basking in each delightful burst of pleasure when he throbs. The slow glide of his cock gets easier the more my body adjusts to his massive presence.

"Holy shit, kitty…oh, fuck, you're a good mare…oh, yes…" Alaric huffs. He's a chatty top, unsurprisingly. That's fine, because I am not a quiet bottom. The deeper he tunnels into my body, the more I whimper and mewl.

Whenever I open my eyes, I glimpse desperate faces and prancing bodies. The herd eggs us on, calling encouragement.

"That's it, Alaric. That's it!"

"Fuck him so good. Get that mare all sloppy and ready for us. Fuck."

"How's your Stud feel, Kitten?"

I'm fairly certain that last voice was the king. "He's a good fucking Stud!" I gasp, inspiring rumbles of approval in all directions.