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"I just…I d-don't…"

"I know."

Hot tears fill my eyes. "W-why…why are you all…so nice to me?!" I blubber.

Alaric's warm chest bobs under my cheek as he chuckles. "Awww. You're nice, too, kitty-cat. Hey, shhh, it's okay. I've got you. It's all okay."

A distant part of my mind calmly remarks, Ah, fuck. This is embarrassing. The rest of me can't stop pathetically weeping and snotting on Alaric's tattooed pec. He holds me tight, whispering gentle, soothing words as the wave of emotion peaks and ebbs.

When my crying finally calms, he calls an attendant. They bring a glass of water, a small bowl of fruit, and a towel. I gulp the water, let the attendant refill the glass, and gulp it again.

"Thanks," I mutter. I wipe my face with the towel, grimace, and wipe Alaric's tear-stained chest, too. "Shit. I'm sorry."

He grins. "Don't worry about it, beautiful. I don't mind getting messy for you."

I pluck a grape off its stem with trembling fingers. My tongue is still swollen, making it hard to form words. "I haven't had a post-scene breakdown like that in…a long time."

"To be fair, you've never fucked a herd of centaurs before," Alaric points out cheerfully.

I smile. "True. How many did I take?"

"Oh, did you lose count?" Alaric blinks innocently. When I shoot him a look, he laughs. "Hmm, let's see…"

He unravels me from the blanket and gently rolls me over to see the tally marks on my ass, though I'm certain he hasn't lost count. I wince at the movement. Fucking ouch…and I'm still leaking. This blanket will be soaked.

Alaric's warm fingers ghost softly over my skin as he studies my marks, including the bruises Magnus's spanking left behind. He lets the cum pooling from my sloppy hole collect in his hand, then licks it from his palm. I don't know how he's still thirsty.

I squirm. "How many?"

"Guess."

I groan, trying to think back. At least seven, obviously… "Ten? Eleven?"

"Thirteen."

"Holy shit!"

"Mmm." Alaric rewraps me in the blanket and lets me settle against his chest again. "I didn't expect you to last that long for your first time, but you took us so beautifully. Always ready to swallow the next cock. Always responsive to any touch. And you kept coming over and over…I couldn't bring myself to interrupt your fun."

"I'm glad you didn't. It was…perfect." I swallow the sudden lump in my throat before I get stupidly weepy again.

Alaric hums quietly. He kisses the top of my head with such fond affection that my heart melts like gooey chocolate. I tell myself the feeling is lingering overwhelm, a perfectly normal post-scene emotion — even though I've never felt this warm, squishy happiness with a client before.

We fall into comfortable silence. I sip water and nibble on the sweet, juicy fruit. My throat is scratchy as hell, but the fruit helps. My ass will need a long time to recover, of course…but that's tomorrow-Caden's problem.

The more my sweaty skin cools, the more I appreciate Alaric's warmth. My Stud's strong arms feel secure around me. He seems content holding me to his chest. When he adjusts the way he's lounging against the thick pillows, stretching his long legs until they sprawl, his embrace tightens to keep me in place. I offer him an apple. He eats it from my hand.

Safe in our cozy corner, we're removed from the action yet free to witness the debauchery. I watch the orgy continue with fascination. Some centaurs are making out or fucking each other, but most stallions are either playing with a mare or catching their breath to go again.

I eye my colleagues with newfound appreciation for their skills. Ashton is strapped to the nearest bench, being railed by a palomino while trying his damnedest to fit the crown of Jethro's thick tree-trunk cock in his mouth. Few people can make the half orc look small, yet he seems tiny when overshadowed by the giant centaur's massive bulk. Meanwhile, Blake has Fallon balls-deep in his ass, a pinto centaur fucking his mouth, and a reddish chestnut pumping his cock.

Ho-ly shit. Watching the horny stallions play with their restrained, vulnerable fucktoys is almost more alarming than experiencing it. I can hardly believe that was me a few minutes ago.

The depravity in the room is chaotic and lust-fueled, yet the hardworking party attendants provide slivers of civilization. They briskly ferry water, towels, food, and lube to the participants. They frequently go to their knees to either lube a centaur's cock or wipe him down between activities, keeping everyone clean and comfortable. Otherwise, the attendants watch from the shadows, professional and discreet. I'm truly impressed. The Centaur King's gangbangs are a well-run operation.

Alaric glances around the room and frowns.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.