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What I do feel is sheer euphoria. The hard length in my hole repeatedly drags over my most sensitive spot. Coaxing hands stroke my tired cock to hardness again and again, slathering it in enchanted lube that repeatedly brings it back to life. I can't stop coming dry. The orgasms are intense but futile contractions. Waves of endless, throbbing pleasure wring me out.

Through it all, as I ride the peaks and dips of bliss, Alaric is my tether in the storm. My awareness of his presence is the one coherent thought that remains. His warm hand squeezes my neck: I. Got. You.

I never want it to end.

The hoofbeats approaching are heavier than the rest — solid and thuddy. The deepest voice I've ever heard says something my blissed-out mind doesn't catch. Alaric replies, but I miss that, too.

"Kitten?" Alaric's voice whispers in my ear a moment later.

"Mmm?"

"You still with me, beautiful?"

"Mm-hmm."

"What's my name?"

My swollen lips and tongue slowly form the word. "Al…ar…ic."

"Good mare. What was the name of the third stallion to breed you tonight?"

I blink beneath the blindfold, then blink again. He's making me think. That's mean. I don't want to think.

Reluctantly, I swim up through the happy, floaty place. My mind bobs to the surface as I ponder. "Leon," I mutter. "Then…Vincent."

Alaric's warm hand pets my hair. "Good boy. Just making sure you're still in there, kitty-cat. You ready to stop?"

I whimper. "Nooo…"

"Hey, shhhh. It's okay, Kitten. Listen to me. I have Jethro here for you. He's a big guy, but your gorgeous hole is all loose now. If you want to try him, you can — but you don't have to. You understand, beautiful? It's okay if you stop. You've done so well. I'm so fucking proud of you."

Jethro. That's a name Alaric mentioned before, right? Who was…wait…

A cold-water thought percolates through my haze: Jethro is the giant centaur.

Ohhhh, fucking hell.

I inhale a shuddering breath. Renewed consciousness brings a renewed awareness of my aches, and I quickly take mental stock of my body. Nothing feels torn or damaged — thank you, enchanted lube — but I'm unbelievably sore. The stretched-out skin of my entrance is sagging. My hole freely oozes cum from fuck knows how many stallions.

My soreness should make me want to stop. Instead, the lack of pressure against my tired inner walls has me craving another cock. I'm overflowing with an immense amount of cum, so I'm not empty, but I need hardness and solidity to support the exhausted inner muscles that resist holding themselves.

I warily contemplate scaling the mountain that is Jethro. "He's the biggest?" I mumble.

"He's definitely the biggest. Jethro attends all the parties, but he rarely has the chance to mount. The mares can't always stretch far enough for him, or they are too sore to try. He'd be so appreciative of you, beautiful — but you don't have to. It's okay."

I'm unsure, but…I decide to trust Alaric's judgment. "Do you think I can?"

He chuckles. "Kitten, I know you can. I've never seen a mare take to centaur cock so naturally. You make it look easy."

My chest warms at his praise. "I wanna do it. I don't want anyone…left out."

Alaric kisses my sweaty forehead. "That's my boy. Gods, you're sweet. Let's give him a try. I'll be right here."

"Okay," I whisper hoarsely.

On a cue I can't see, a bass voice grunts — and the entire bench shakes.

My heart accelerates with each ominous, protesting creak as the gargantuan stallion settles. Jethro's deep breaths seem to emit from the depths of the earth, slow and heavy. I feel his enormous bulk looming above me. I shudder at the mental image of his giant body covering my tiny self. They must be really fucking sure this structure can hold his weight.