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"Good mare," Vincent murmurs. His other hand remains ominously wrapped around my neck, feeling my throat swallow around his fingers. When Magnus spanks me hard enough that tears sting my eyes, I flinch yet continue suckling.

The captain heaves off the metal frame and drops to all fours with a grunt. Vincent's hand retreats from my mouth — and another, larger hand settles on the back of my neck. The hand squeezes three times. I smell wildflowers and pine.

Alaric whispers in my ear. "How are we feeling, Kitten?"

Magnus rubs my stinging ass, Vincent's thumb sweeps over my throat, Leon devours my pucker like he's starving, and Fallon's evil fingers fondle my ballsack as if I'm his personal squeeze toy. My head spins. It's so much, it's…

"Amazing," I moan. "It's…I'm…fuck, I love this. I fucking love this."

Sometimes it's necessary to exaggerate how much I enjoy a client's efforts. This is not one of those times.

Alaric kisses my cheek. "Somehow, I knew you would. Ready for the captain to fill you up?"

"Fuck yes!"

"That's my brave Kitten." Alaric pets my hair affectionately, then raises his voice. "Captain, Leon — swap places."

"Aww," Leon sighs, reluctantly pulling his tongue away from my body. I'm reluctant to lose him, too. Not everyone has his skill for making out with a hole like it's a second mouth.

"Don't whine," Alaric scolds. "You'll have Kitten's hungry lips around you in a second. He'll show you how grateful he is."

Wait — am I going to suck Leon's cock while the captain breeds me? I visualize the design of the bench. It could work…but the captain would brace his hands on the same bar that Leon's forelegs hook over. They'd be nearly face-to-face, Leon rising just a little above as the two stallions plunge into me from both sides, spit-roasting me between two enormous centaur cocks.

I nearly fucking blow my load from the thought, especially when Fallon flicks my crown in that exact moment. My cock spasms with pleasure-pain. I gasp. Fallon giggles, a cheerful yet evil sound.

Tapping hooves circle me as Leon and the captain swap. The bench shakes when the captain mounts. His lube-slick crown presses against my puffy rim — then waits.

I swallow hard against Vincent's hand. Only when I exhale fully and relax in my restraints does Alaric say, "Breed him well, Captain."

The captain's cock breaches my entrance without hesitation. His sheer fucking size forces the breath from my lungs as he pushes through my resistance with military precision, sliding deep in one slow, smooth glide. His sweaty haunches rub the stinging spots where Magnus spanked me as he settles home.

"Fuuuuuck…" I groan.

My lustful moan is echoed somewhere in the room. I think it's Ashton. The sounds of the orgy provide a carnal backdrop to our private party: benches creaking, flesh slapping, stallions huffing. It's all filthy music to my ears.

Leon gets into position, shaking the bench and reclaiming my attention. Alaric pets the top of my head as I obediently open my mouth. Leon's cockhead is a similar shape to Alaric's, but his shaft isn't as girthy. That's a relief. My jaws ache from the strain of the last two cocks.

Just as Leon pushes down the back of my throat, the captain's weighty weapon thumps against my prostate. The spreading of my inner walls is incredible. Being filled by a centaur feels so good, I don't know if I could ever stand to be empty again.

Fallon delivers a stinging slap to my cock that makes me buck in my restraints. Answering pleasure blossoms a moment later. My sensitive skin heats. Fallon rubs my shaft in faux apology, feeding my urgency for a few precious seconds.

"Ahhh, that's it, Kitten." Leon sighs happily as I hum around him. "I knew you'd purr for me."

"I feel the vibrations in his throat when he does that," Vincent remarks.

"You're gonna fucking love feeling it on your cock, my friend," Leon pants. "So good of Alaric to share this amazing sucktoy."

Alaric's voice is warm and amused. "Don't say I never did anything for you."

They talk about me as if I'm not here, as though my breedable body is truly just Alaric's sex toy he's generously sharing with his buddies. It's so fucking hot I can't stand it.

Fallon pinches the crown of my aching cock until tears well in my eyes. Yet the torturous treatment feels…affectionate, somehow. I'm strangely grateful for the abuse, for the attention, for the way his tormenting fingers make me wail until I nearly gag on Leon's cock.

Awe passes over me in a shivery wave when I realize I am truly filled from both ends: Leon probes down my throat while the captain drills into my hole. I swear to fuck, it feels like they can meet in the middle. I'm a living cocksleeve — gloriously wrapped around two centaur cocks.

This is the hottest thing I've ever done in my life.

My urgency swells until I quiver on the cusp of release. When Vincent's cool hand squeezes my throat just right, my eyes roll back. Fallon gives my cock a single hard pump — and lets go the moment I come.