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I know he's genuinely asking. When his finger slips into my hand, I squeeze twice. Hell yes.

My throat, ass, and hole are sore, but the pain is distant and unconcerning. It's drowned out by how much I fucking love this. I don't know how many stallions Alaric intends to breed me, but I'm starting not to care.

The familiar clopping of hooves is a comforting, lulling sound. Leon moves away; Vincent moves behind me and mounts. His cock is slender compared to the other centaurs, though still thick compared to a human's and not lacking in length. He plunges deep, churning my guts with each decisive thrust. His unique curve drags over my inner walls in an incredible new way.

"Move your fucking hands," Magnus grumbles in front of me. I think he's talking to me until I remember Vincent's hands are braced on the bar above. Vincent doesn't answer, but must move. Magnus grunts as he rears. When his flat, saucer-shaped cockhead presses my lips, I draw him in and hollow my cheeks.

Fuck, he's thick. Magnus's cock is the girthiest so far. I swallow him as best I can.

"Mmm, he is a good cocksucker," Magnus rumbles.

"Yes, you're the fifth to say so. I would think his skills are well established by now," Vincent observes dryly. He thrusts hard, shoving his haunches against my stinging ass. I grunt around Magnus.

"You didn't have much respect for his skill when you were frightened of getting your cock bit off," Magnus sneers. He, too, thrusts hard. I'm not adjusted to his size yet, and my aching jaws strain on the borderline of pain.

"I was concerned for the mare's sake, you fucking brute," Vincent snaps.

"The mare can take pain better than your ass can," Magnus retorts.

"How do you know how much pain Vincent's ass can take, Magnus?" Alaric asks glibly.

Godsdamnit. Whenever drama is stirred, I suspect Alaric will often be found holding the spoon.

I imagine the scene unfolding overhead: Vincent and Magnus nearly face-to-face, glaring at each other with the full force of whatever the fuck their deal is, both thrusting their frustration into me.

"Because he begged me to fuck him, that's why," Magnus growls. He plunges down my throat until I splutter. "Knew my cock could give him what no one else can."

Vincent shoves into my hole hard enough to make the bench clatter. Wet, squelching sounds accompany the movement as a heavy glob of cum is pushed out. "You lying piece of shit! You fucking know that's not what happened."

"Oh, fuck off. Just because you can't fucking admit how hard I made you come — "

"I wasn't the one who begged — "

Thick, equine cocks pump into me as Vincent and Magnus argue. Each angry thrust is a fraction harder than the last.

Shit, shit, shit. Alarm skitters across my skin. If these two pissy stallions don't calm the fuck down — if they forget there's a person bearing the brunt of their rage — someone could get hurt. That someone is me.

I find the metal ring and hook it with my finger. Pull the pin, everything stops. Should I? I'm still okay; it's intense, but I'm not hurting. But if this escalates —

A warm hand grips the back of my neck and squeezes three times. The alarm beneath my skin instantly calms.

"That's enough, you two," Alaric states. All the earlier humor is gone from his tone.

For a beat, they keep arguing. My Stud's voice snaps like a whip. "Enough!"

Both stallions freeze. The sudden cessation leaves me quivering as the sensation of movement persists. My mind reels.

"Fight it out or fuck it out, I don't care which — but if you assholes can't keep your shit together, you can stay the hell away from my mare."

Alaric's firm emphasis warms my chest. Magnus's thick cock pulls back just enough for me to suck in air through my nose. Deep in my hole, Vincent's whole length throbs heavily.

"Shit," Magnus breathes. He withdraws until his girthy cock drops from my mouth. "You okay, Kitten?"

I cough. My voice is a soft croak. "Yeah."

"What did you do, you brute?" Vincent hisses.

"Like you're any better," Fallon mutters nearby. He's still petting my balls, but in a way I think is meant to be comforting, not painful.