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Once Jethro is situated, quiet voices coordinate behind me. Multiple attendants are needed to guide his battering ram cock to its destination. Lithe, gentle fingers lift my drooping hole and hold my stretched skin open so Jethro's nudging cockhead can catch.

At the press of his flat crown, my eyes widen beneath the blindfold. Two hands couldn't encircle the centaur's monstrous girth.

Alaric squeezes my neck. "You're okay," he murmurs. "You don't have to do anything but relax, beautiful. I've got you."

My Stud's touch and voice provide grounding comfort. Acceptance soothes my alarm. I close my eyes and melt into the bench.

At Alaric's murmur of affirmation, Jethro carefully pushes forward. My saggy ring tightens, spreading around his impossible thickness. His wide crown presses against my gaping hole, but he's not in yet. Steady pressure builds until —

A deep groan rumbles overhead like wooden beams straining in a storm as Jethro breaches my body. I release a shocked, high-pitched cry. Gasps and murmurs ripple around us from an audience I can't see.

"Ohhh, good boy, Kitten," Alaric croons in my ear. "Good mare. You have no idea how sexy this is — your hole wrapped around Jethro's giant cock. He's stuffing your perfect ass like nothing I've ever seen in my life. Fuck, you're incredible."

I whine, clinging to Alaric's praise like a lifeline. I want to feel success, but I know this is only the start. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Jethro's bass voice huffs above me. I'm grateful for his power of control. Only his flat cockhead is lodged within my body, and that's enough to spread me wider than I have ever been.

It becomes a game of stop-and-go, with Alaric telling Jethro when to proceed by tiny increments. My aching muscles both welcome and resist the enormous centaur cock as he pushes within. Each time Jethro gains another fraction of an inch, the stretch stings briefly, then feels good.

Until he stops. Jethro's cock is halfway in at most, but has reached internal resistance. I'm not sure he can proceed without force. My ring around his thickening length burns on the borderline of too much — and he's likely even wider than this at his base.

I suck in a strained breath. "Ohhhh, gods. Ohgods, oh, gods — !"

"Hold, Jethro," Alaric says sharply.

"I'm holding," he puffs. "I'm…not…moving."

To Jethro's credit, he is not moving. It'd be easy to unintentionally give me more of his considerable weight, but he is frozen above me, barely breathing.

I can barely breathe either. The centaur's monster cock is lodged so fucking deep it's almost painful. I whimper in alarm.

Alaric squeezes my neck. "Shhh, it's okay. You're okay. Catch your breath, Kitten. We'll hold here as long as you need. He'll wait."

Jethro grunts. Poor guy.

Breathe, breathe, I tell myself. Inhale. Exhale. Again.

Seconds pass, but the discomfort remains. Jethro isn't moving, yet it's not as if he's getting smaller — if anything, he's getting bigger.

When the thick cock in my body gives a powerful, involuntary spasm, I cry out.

"Easy, Kitten — "

"I d-don't know if I…I…I…!"

I trail off in a loud, frustrated whine. I don't want to give up, but I don't know how to describe the help I need.

The blindfold drops away. Warm brown eyes meet mine. Alaric strokes my cheek calmly, his smile soothing my distress. "Shhh, easy. I got you," he says softly. "Are you hurting, beautiful?"

Am I? Jethro is uncomfortably deep, it's fucking intense, and I'm afraid it might hurt…but I'm not in actual pain. "N-no. I'm okay."

"That's good. Good boy. You tensed a little, so we have to wait now. Doesn't matter if Jethro is going out or in; he can't move until you relax. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Good kitty. Breathe slow for me. We'll all just hang out here for a while."

"Appreciate…you trying…Kitten…" Jethro wheezes, deep and strained. "Fuck…so tight…"