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Gabi was a normal servant girl working for one of the larger noble houses. She worked and lived in the Alderbaaron’s household, it was a fortress surrounded by huge walls. The family played a key role in the country’s military and they held a close relationship with the crown.
Many soldiers came and went through here, and some were of course paid to stay and provide protection. But Gabi considered the noble family a paranoid bunch, she didn’t see the need for such a large force to simply guard one family. Soldiers weren’t exactly the type of people servant girls such as her preferred to work around either. They’re a rowdy bunch, and more often than not, they get somewhat touchy after a night's drinking.
Gabi could handle it though, she wasn’t averse to a bit of male attention every now and then either. Some of the more refined soldiers did actually strike her fancy. But Gabi was a bit of a special case, meaning that none of the soldiers working here dared to get too close to her, drunk or not.
It was not for a lack of being pretty, she was modestly cute. She had a nice rack, an unblemished face and a very approachable personality according to her co-workers. You’d think that’d make Gabi a common target for flirtatious remarks or unsolicited gropings, but no. Any soldier or man beneath this roof turned around on their heel or simply ignored her whenever they entered the same room as her. Honestly, sometimes the blatant avoidance made even Gabi hope that some lecherous man would pay her a sliver of attention.
They didn’t avoid Gabi out of fear… at least not out of fear of her specifically. But out of fear of the mercenary battalion that served under Alderbaaron’s name. They were ferocious and well respected amongst the military ranks. There were only three of them, but they were renowned female centaur warriors whose names brought fear into any bandit roaming the country. Heroes for the countrymen as they were usually assigned to dealing with any local bandit troubles in the region. Of which they were extremely efficient at.
They lived here in this fortress, in a sort-of stable that looked much nicer on the inside compared to that of a normal stable meant for animals. So why did the soldiers fear approaching Gabi so much? Well, that’s because out of all the servant girls employed here, Gabi is the only one who even dares step a foot inside of the battalion’s stable. She is the sole girl to take care of their living space, and who also tends to wash the centaurs themselves when they return from battle.
Which has regrettably led the centaurs to lay an unfair claim on Gabi as a woman. They’d begun viewing her almost as if she were their property, and if they ever find out that someone has touched their property, then there’ll be hell to pay. That may sound like a good thing, it’s protection. But those three gals are a hundred times more perverted and rough compared to any of the soldiers living here. Any other girl than Gabi simply wouldn’t have been able to handle that kind of attention.
But it’s not all bad, there’s still one more big advantage to being so close to the centaur warriors, which would be money. Not only is her pay increased for being the only servant to be brave enough to stay close to them, the centaurs themselves seem rather keen on offering a monetary incentive to Gabi whenever they feel particularly needy for a woman’s touch.
“Ms. Gabi?” A meek voice spoke up from behind, surprising Gabi as she had been so engrossed in her thoughts while dusting off some old furniture in a less populated wing of the home.
“Yes?” She asked confused as she turned around to face the voice. A shorter and younger girl stood before her, her face looked nervous. Gabi had seen her in passing a couple of times these last few weeks, she must be a new hire.
“The head lady told me to fetch you… she said to tell you that the battalion has returned…” The girl looked frightened to even speak of them aloud. Gabi just sighed.
“Is it time for that already? Alright, I’ll be right down. Would you mind taking over for me here?”
“S-Sure! But the other ladies have told me stories about women in the battalion… are you sure you’ll be alright?” The girl was worried for her safety, how sweet of her. If there’s anything she should be worrying about, then it’s the centaurs coin purses and not her.
Gabi smiled at her and offered a nonchalant shake of her head. “You make it sound like they’ll rip me to pieces. I’m used to them, they’re nothing I can’t handle on my own.”
“Wow… you’re so brave, Gabi. I wish I could be like you one day in the future.”
That made Gabi’s smile falter a little. ‘I sure hope you won’t end up like me…’ The girl in front of her was much too pure and innocent to hopefully ever find herself in a similar position as Gabi. This type of job could only be carried out by women like Gabi.
“Sure… just don’t do anything stupid.” Gabi patted her head. Offering a brief affectionate gesture before she left her to her duty.
Stepping out of the giant home and walking across the snow covered courtyard, Gabi set her eyes on the little building that stuck out like a sore thumb. The lanterns were lit and the chimney on the roof was giving off smoke.
Another servant girl passed her by, sparing her a look of sympathy. Gabi just shook her head with annoyance. She didn’t need anyone’s pity. She herself had chosen to do this job. It really didn’t even bother her that much anymore. In fact, it was quite the opposite these days…
As she entered, she heard the sounds of hooves clopping around in there along with their loud brash voices. A wave of heat embraced her as she left the cold winter air outside. The stable was heated to a near unlivable degree as the fireplace raged like an inferno. It was some special kind of contraption that gave off a wet heat instead of a dry one, being in here almost felt like living in a sauna. Centaurs liked it hot apparently.
But before she could get her bearings, something big bumped into her, pushing her further into the room.
“Look who it is, girls! Our favorite human, ain’t that right?” The one who bumped into her voiced with a boisterous speech. Standing at almost twice Gabi’s height, their armor clad leader threw down a lecherous grin at the smaller human woman.
Her name was Vaelin. Her appearance certainly matched that of someone who led a band of hardened mercenaries, exceptionally toned and a body littered with various battle scars. She was the oldest of them, being around thirty five to Gabi’s knowledge. Nymara was the second strongest of the three, she was easily recognizable by her darker skin tone and her more quiet disposition. But that didn’t make her feel any less intimidating. Morga was the third and youngest of them, she wore the least armor as she liked to stay nimble, opting for hardened leather instead of platemail.
But they were all still massive, hulking beasts of war that could easily trample a man to death.
“The human has a name.” Gabi huffed. It‘s important to show some amount of defiance towards them. Show them any weakness and they’ll take advantage of it.
“But of course, Gabi! Your presence blesses us once more. Even in battle do I dream of seeing you again, and feeling your miraculous hands upon my scarred hide.” Vaelin did a mock bow. Nymara was not amused by her leader’s antics but Morga gave off a “charming” snort.
“Quit wasting my time. Get down here so I can get that armor off you. I can’t stand the noise you make when you walk around with it all on.” Vaelin and Nymara wore platemail armor on their human parts, while their horse-half was clad in a thick caparison.
Even as Vaelin bent her knees, Gabi still had to fetch a stepping stool in order to help her unequip the platemail. She helped all three centaurs in removing their dirtied armor. She’d have to wash them tonight, they were all caked in mud and dried blood…
“Oh!” Gabi gasped as while she fiddled with the straps holding Vaelin’s armor on, the centaur decided to take the small liberty of coping a feel of Gabi’s firm rear.
“Hmm, it pains me to see you hide your magnificent body behind such a flimsy garment. Had I owned you back in my homeland, I would have fitted you out with only the finest and thinnest silks. I would have decorated your hips and breasts with the land’s finest jewelry.” Vaelin grinned, she could already imagine the display playing out in her head. But such an outlandish and poor excuse for clothing couldn’t even be processed by Gabi’s peasant mind.
Gabi did not swat the leader’s hand away from groping her ass, but she did talk back to her. “Don’t kid yourself Vaelin, if I was a slave you’d never be able to afford me. We both know how terrible you are with money.”
“Hahaha, and who’s fault is that? But who’s to say I don’t own you already? You act all high and mighty right now, but as soon as I start rattling a sack of coin, you’ll bend your knees for me real quick… But in all honesty, I think you’d thrive down there. Us centaurs are very kind to the slaves we own, especially the ones we keep in our beds. Much better to be owned by a centaur than a lamia, as they say.” The air grew thick between them, tensions rising, charged with sexual intent. Gabi wasn’t too keen on the idea of being owned by someone, but certain aspects of such a life sounded somewhat enticing to a woman like Gabi.
Vaelin was the first to break off into an amused chuckle, and then a bout of laughter. Gabi joined her shortly thereafter with a chuckle of her own before continuing to undress Vaelin from her armor.
“Fuck me, you’re an alright gal, Gabi. For a human anyways. Now help me get this shit off, I need a drink and nice cleansing sponge bath.”
As soon as she was freed, Vaelin pranced about with her chest held high, wearing her new scars and wounds like proud trophies. She and the other centaurs bragged to each other about their kills and injuries while Gabi worked to undress the other two. Once they were done, it left her to take care of the injured one prancing about.
It wasn’t until Vaelin felt a smack against her hindquarters that she finally stopped to be tended to. Some of her wounds were still bleeding after all, and all her moving about certainly hadn’t helped. So with a mug of fine wine in one hand, Vaelin descended onto the floor in one corner of the stable. Lying down as Gabi brought out her thread and needle.
As usual, the battle hardened lady didn’t even flinch as Gabi began stitching up her wounds.
Nymara tended to herself, cleaning herself of all the dirt and grime with a bucket of water. Or at least she tried, seeing as her reach was severely limited by being a centaur. Morga was next to her, practically inhaling her wine as she tried to strike up a conversation with her battle companion, the conversation ended up being very one sided but Morga did not seem to mind.
Vaelin took another sip of her wine before she layered a lusty gaze onto Gabi, she was none too shy to voice her appreciation either as she loosened a low whistle. When she worked in the stables, Gabi tended to wear a simple white linen shift due to the tendency of her clothes getting wet and soaked by the sweat she would inevitably work up. It was hot in here, steaming even. So par for the course, her flimsy garment was absolutely soaked through, clinging to the curves and swells of her body. She might as well have not been wearing anything with how clearly one could spy on her fair skinned chest and its budding peaks. Her ass was no doubt visible as well from behind.
“Gabi, you’re gonna die of dehydration if you keep wearing that thing. Here, take a swig of this and then get rid of that rank shift. We’re all girls here…” Vaelin said in a suggestive tone.
Gabi accepted the alcohol, taking a large sip of the tasty liquid before responding. “’All girls here’, my ass. Your manhood has been poking my thigh since the moment I sat down here.
“Hehe, is that what you’ve been thinking about all this time? Am I distracting you that much?” Vaelin teased like this wasn’t up to par with her usual shenanigans. The centaur’s brain must have resided entirely in her oversized ballsack.
A huge and erect mottled horsecock had sprouted from Vaelin’s sheath. She was laying on her side with a slight arch to her horse body, causing said erection to slightly nudge Gabi’s thighs. It was a sight she had become quite familiar with as her duties extended to keeping the “cavalry” clean, and that meant keeping everything clean. Lord knows they needed it too, just a couple of days of being out in the countryside and their balls and sheath starts emitting a foul odor of days-old sweat and musk.
It was honestly starting to get a bit too hot in here. So Gabi eventually just said “Fuck it.” and accepted Vaelin’s idea of having her strip. The linen shift wasn’t doing much to protect her modesty anyways and this is usually how she ends up anyways.
“Ho-ho, now we’re talking. One of these days I’ll convince you to spread those legs for us, make a proper mare outta you.” Vaelin lusted openly, biting her lower lip and letting her cock twitch with excitement as Gabi discarded her shift.
“I doubt it. You’d literally impale me with those fucking things.”
“If we fucked you raw that is. You’d be surprised what kind of things you can buy these days, Gabi. Any alchemist worth their coin knows a few recipes that can help a young lass like you have her guts rearranged.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Gabi finished the last stitch she needed to apply. Fetching another bucket of water, Gabi began brushing Vaelin’s filthy fur, watching as the water turned brown once it pooled by her feet.
But of course, the real treat that Vaelin had been looking forward to didn’t happen until she brought out a new bar of soap. Gabi’s tentative hand started the first stage of lathering up and washing the centaur’s undercarriage.
“Oh yes, baby… Get your hand in there, mhmm—!” Gabi rolled her eyes at the riled up centaur as she reached below with her soapy hands to lather up Vaelin’s hairy sack. The skin was leathery and taut, firm like a pair of grapefruits.
She reseated herself so that Vaelin’s massive cock was practically resting in her lap. You’d think Gabi would like to avoid putting herself in any sexual situations with these aggressive stallions, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Her dainty fingers trailed a wet path down the centaur’s shaft. Giving Vaelin a taste of heaven before her hands retreated to her sheath and began washing that instead.
“Hgnhh… C’mon baby. I know of a way better method using your tongue. That way you’ll reach into all the tiny crevices.”
“I’m just here to wash you, Vaelin. Nothing else.” Gabi stated as a matter of fact, teasing her slightly.
“The hell you are! Fine… you damn harlot, ten silver pieces and you’ll go the extra mile for me.” Bingo, that’s exactly what Gabi had been trying to coax out of her.
“Fifteen and you’ve got yourself a deal.” The centaur grunted at that, not satisfied. “I’ll use my mouth~” Gabi sweetened the deal, and the offer was suddenly made too enticing for the her to ignore.
“Deal! My balls and sheath better be shining after this, you damn leech.”
Gabi grinned at the promised reward, she was a bit of a greedy gal and these centaur warriors were more than willing to pay an exorbitant amount for the simplest of things. She’d already managed to clean the worst grime off the sheath before they’d struck the deal too. So all she had to do was pour some more water over the centaur’s package to rinse off all the suds before Gabi felt comfortable enough to lean down headfirst into the stallion’s crotch…
Vaelin keened a high moan when she felt the human’s tongue extend onto the patch of skin between her balls and sheath, which drew the attention of the other two centaurs in the room also. They didn’t interrupt, but if Gabi had looked behind herself, she would have spotted two new horsecocks extending into existence.
Gabi jerked the centaur off under the pretense that she was cleaning her, all while she tried her best to stick her tongue into the all too tight gap between it and the sheath. A bitter musk filtered into her nostrils as she serviced the steed, the odor was heavy enough that she nearly felt dizzy.
She felt the cock throb under her ministrations. The flared crown grew larger as she used both her hands to stroke its massive circumference. She didn’t do a half-assed job as she didn’t care if the centaur blew her load too early. She began dragging her tongue across the leathery surface of the shaft, planting several kisses along the way for good measure because she knew what Vaelin liked. The stimulation made it a struggle for Vaelin to keep herself upright to take in the debauched sight of Gabi pleasuring her, to watch the naked servant tend to her.
‘One day…’ She thought, one day she’ll fuck that body and feel the young woman’s pretty cunt wrapped around her cock.
Once Gabi felt like she’d done enough with the sheath, she moved to nibble on the ridge of her flared crown, using only her lips to apply a slight pressure. Her hands were merciless and Vaelin felt herself approaching her peak. It’d been a week since she had last felt this good. Being a centaur wasn’t so easy in this region, it’s not like she could just barge into any random brothel to get her rocks off. In truth, the three centaurs libido was pretty reliant on the servant girl and her whims. They did have a breeding mount set up in here, but such a tool was only ever used when they felt the desire to actually fuck something, to go at something with their full might.
“C’mon, cum for me. I don’t have all day.” Gabi tried hurrying her along in a sultry voice. She had two more centaurs to get to after this…
Vaelin released a particularly loud wail once she felt herself crest. Her cock throbbed and began expelling the first of many ropes to come. Gabi kept jerking her off while her cock fired off like a cannon, her ejaculation hit Gabi straight on the chest, painting her tits white as she came.
It was thick, warm and unbelievably sticky. Her entire front got coated in the white spend after just a couple of ropes. The sensation of it blasting over her skin caused even Gabi to feel a little flustered as her own core heated up from within. To think that all this was because of her. Her hands had brought this mighty centaur to a screaming climax.
Vaelin collapsed once she felt she’d fired off the last of her orgasm. Her whole body, human and horse alike laid strewn on the floor like she’d been slain in battle. But her face radiated the contentedness that she felt after such a fulfilling orgasm.
Using a rag, Gabi cleaned off the semen that had stained Vaelin’s underbelly, and the same with her wilting erection. She had to be quick about it, otherwise the cock would start rising anew at her gentle touch. She didn’t bother cleaning herself up apart from a couple of dabs across her front to get rid of the worst of it. She had a strong suspicion that she’d just get dirty again soon anyways.
And seeing as their leader had just gotten her balls drained after a long week of being out in the field. Another centaur saw the opening and pranced forth. The tall and foreboding figure of Nymara bumped into Gabi’s back. Their hand rested on Gabi’s shoulder as she offered her a knowing smirk from above.
As soon as she had turned around, Nymara had lifted Gabi up into the air with one hand and then encircled her waist with the other, making it so that their human bodies pressed against each other. The ashen skinned centaur captured Gabi’s lips in a heated embrace, caring little for the seedy mess that coated Gabi. She didn’t stand a chance against the centaur’s might and how her prehensile muscle bullied its way into her mouth. She was determined to conquer her mouth before she let her feet touch the ground again.
She tried her best to quickly regain her wit once she was let back down, but she was still a little wobbly after that passionate embrace. “I’m guessing you want special treatment as well then?” She stepped around to the centaur’s side, putting her within arm’s reach to ghost a hand over Nymara’s bobbing erection. Her whole shaft was pure black, like night itself.
“Twenty silvers, with tongue…” The centaur husked out, her voice as smooth as silk. Out of all three of them, Nymara was the one Gabi wished she could hear speak more often. If there was anything admirable to be said about her, then it was that heavenly voice.
Gabi just shrugged her acceptance of the deal. Vaelin had paid fifteen silvers for some oral attention, so why Nymara threw an additional five on top of that she did not opt to question.
But she quickly found out, after trying to get down and crawl beneath the massive centaur’s frame, the woman sidestepped. As it turns out, Nymara hadn’t meant that her tongue would be servicing her cock…
“No.” She simply said as Gabi tried to sneak under her to reach that delectable looking horsecock. And instead began to present her hindquarters as she slowly backed into Gabi, pinning her between a wall and her rump. Leaving little question as to where Nymara wanted Gabi’s tongue to be instead.
“For twenty silvers? Nuh-uh, no way in hell am I doing that for a measly twenty. Besides, it’s dirty.”
“Twenty five, and not a single coin more.” Nymara’s voice demanded, her tail waved and nearly whipped itself over Gabi’s nose. Revealing the dark donut beneath it for a split second.
“Don’t worry about it being dirty, Gabi. Nymara had me give her a helping hand when we watched you tending to Vaelin.” Morga spoke up as she appeared on the side with a mischievous grin. Her large hands reached forth to pull Nymara’s tail to the side, revealing the relatively clean puckered asshole to Gabi’s eyes. Of course someone like Morga would stoop to help clean her friend’s asshole if it meant watching someone like Gabi eat it out afterwards.
It looked fine… and the twenty five silvers sounded pretty fucking great. With a look of cresting defeat, Gabi gave in to their demands with a sigh she took over in holding Nymara’s tail.
“Fine… I’ll do it.” She leaned in and gave Nymara’s asshole a tentative sniff. Her reaction was immediate as she grimaced with a frown. Vaelin’s musk was nothing compared to this heady stench, but it didn’t outright disgust her. Truth be told — this wasn’t the first time Nymara had pinned her between a wall and her hindquarters…
Not wanting to delay any further, Gabi closed the gap and planted her lips against the centaur’s asshole. Stretching out her tongue to start tracing a circle around the rim of her anus, filling her taste buds with the acrid sweaty taste. Both old and new sweat sparked like fire on the tip of her tongue. It almost made her question if Morga had lied about helping Nymara clean her asshole…
A pleasant shiver coursed through Nymara’s spine as Gabi got started with the deed. Her cock twitched and violently smacked against her underside, throbbing with mad desire while her own hands traveled to squeeze and grope her own tits. Causing the ashen beauty to release her own pleasure loaded moans.
Gabi was starting to get into it too, her hesitant movements grew more confident and daring. Her tongue wasn’t just teasing her rim anymore, but plunging into the center of her dark donut. She pushed her tongue as deeply as she could, trying her utmost to give her anal walls a spit bath. She felt Nymara’s sphincter squeeze around her tongue like a vice, almost trapping her muscle within. Gabi’s true desires were starting to leak out of her, this incessant appetite which had been forced on her ever since these centaurs began showing interest in her. It was simplest to say that coin wasn’t the only thing Gabi showed signs of greed towards…
As she continued, she was rewarded with a subtle quiver from Nymara, feeling the direct effect she was having on her as her hind legs wobbled from the pleasure she was inflicting. Consumed by her own lust, Gabi missed how the other two centaurs watched her debauch herself with a feeling akin to jealousy. From an outsider’s perspective you’d never guess that Gabi was being paid to do this, as her half-lidded eyes and the sensual way in which she swiped her tongue and kissed the dark donut suggested nothing else other than her falling into complete reverence for the centaur’s ass. She wasn’t just servicing it, she was worshiping her asshole, making out with it like you would a lover as she wiggled her tongue around like a seasoned expert.
Though her cock was unattended, Nymara still experienced sudden surges of pleasure through it as the impressive dark shaft pulsed and slapped against her underbelly. The sound of hard flesh clapping onto flesh was loud enough that it echoed across the stable, along with the moans that accompanied each and every smack.
While it took a little longer to achieve an orgasm this way compared to what Gabi did with Vaelin, Nymara eventually felt herself closing in on her peak. A whole week had taken its toll on the centaur warrior, and in return she was so pent-up that a mere tongue plunging into the middle of her darkened donut was enough to bring her the release she craved.
“Ahh — Sheivas! I’m cumming!” Feeling a pleasure so great, Nymara grunted a swear in her native tongue. Backing up even further, utterly trapping and nearly crushing the servant girl who was rimming her, leaving her with no choice but to keep licking her asshole. But Gabi didn’t seem to mind, her eyes were still blissfully shut as she kept eating her ass.
Nymara made quite the mess as her cock discharged her potent load across the floor in front of her. Her cock throbbed with its immense power as it fired off rope after rope of her hot ejaculate, staining the floor white with a multitude of streaks in varying shapes and sizes. It spurted everywhere and her two battle sisters watched the debacle unfold with amusement glinting in their eyes.
Even once her orgasm had waned, Nymara kept Gabi pressed against the wall for another minute or two, enjoying the enthusiastic rimjob she was giving her before the third centaur in the room finally had enough of waiting.
“Okay! You’ve had your fun now! Shoo shoo!” Morga threw her shoulder into Nymara’s hindquarters, shoving her off from the ass-drunk Gabi who nearly collapsed face first onto the ground after Nymara’s rump was no longer holding her up. Morga caught her though and hoisted her up in a similar fashion as Nymara had done before.
Forcing the girl into another dominant and feverish kiss, causing them both to moan into each other’s mouths. Morga didn’t even care that Gabi’s mouth tasted like ass, centaurs weren’t exactly a prudish race. Whether it’s true or not, Gabi had heard stories of certain centaur clans celebrating victory on the battlefield by mounting each other and breeding a new generation of warriors right above their slain enemies, paying no heed to whether or not their partner was covered in blood or mud. Having a girl’s breath smell of centaur ass was a hundred times cleaner in comparison.
Morga grinned as she pulled away from their kiss. Being the one to go last seemingly came with its own advantages as Gabi couldn’t even pretend that she wasn’t horned out of her mind anymore. Her dainty legs wrapped themselves around Morga’s waist and her hips were subconsciously grinding into her toned abs. Gabi was acting like a mare in heat and that delighted Morga.
She mewled in anguish as the centaur pried her off and shoved her back down onto the ground. Causing the centaur to let loose a haughty laugh. Gabi sunk down on her knees since her legs could barely hold her upright. And in front of her she saw it, a mighty equine cock hanging from its sheath, bending down and nearly grazing the ground with its tip. She didn’t even need to crawl towards it as Morga stepped forth and over her. Leaving her face to face with the obelisk of meat. While she remained the youngest, Morga was by far the biggest of the three down there.
But before she could lean in and lavish the immense shaft with the love and care it deserved, an annoyed voice rose up from behind her which managed to smack a little bit of sense back into her.
“Oi!? The hell did you make us pay for if you’re just gonna slobber over her cock for free!?” Vaelin was the one who raised her voice, she had a pretty good point there.
“Lay off, chief! Can’t you tell that the whore is practically in love with me? Or should I say my cock to be more specific.” Morga snorted, placing her hands on her hips. “Can’t put a price on love—Hey!” She then shouted as she felt a pinch on her underbelly.
Gabi had regained enough sense to realize that she really should be careful about giving these centaurs sexual favors for free. That was a slippery slope that she did not wish to go down. Because while she loved to service them, and she absolutely would do it for free if she had to, the bonus money she earned off of this was too nice to simply ignore.
“Sorry, love. But you gotta pay the prize just like everyone else.” Gabi smirked beneath the stallion’s massive frame, letting one of her hands teasingly stroke the turgid cockflesh standing right in front of her nose.
“Gu-ah… haha… you little whore. Fine, fifteen silvers and you’ll get me off. I don’t care how you do it, as long as my balls are empty by the end of it I’ll be satisfied.”
“Ohhkay~” With her excuse now in place, there was nothing holding Gabi back from crawling towards that drooping cock. It was so big and heavy that it couldn’t even point straight ahead properly. She could imagine Morga using her cock like a club, with enough force the centaur could surely kill someone with it. What a way to go out…
On her knees, Gabi cradled the cock in her arms, pressing her whole front against it’s warm leathery texture. Feeling the massive length throb against her skin with its own living heartbeat. Her cum covered torso served as ample lubrication once she began humping the cock, bouncing her whole body up and down with it cradled between her arms and thighs. Jerking it off by using her whole body as a tool.
“Goddamn…” The centaur exhaled shakily, the sudden assault of pleasure already taking its toll on her. Her powerful knees lowered closer to the ground, extending more of her cock into Gabi’s wide encompassing embrace. She couldn’t see a thing that was going on beneath her, but she could feel everything. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Gabi’s naked body hugging her cock, how her tongue traced lavish lines around the base of her cock, how her tits sandwiched the area around her thick medial ring, and how Gabi used the flared edge of her crown as her own impromptu hump toy.
That’s right, Gabi was so hot and bothered that she actively grinded her gushing slit and clit against the hard edge of Morga’s crown. Her cock tried to get harder, it twitched upwards like it wanted to lift the slutty whore up with it. But Gabi’s bodyweight proved enough resistance that the cock stayed drooping towards the floor.
Her testicles churned as copious amounts of precum came dripping out of her dilated urethra. A slick sticky waterfall of fluids that was but a precursory warning for the inevitable flood to come. Her week old load stewed and roiled inside of her cum tanks, ready to blow its magnificent payload any minute now.
“Fucking hell… no fucking way am I gonna be satisfied with that puny little tongue bath she gave me.” Vaelin complained as she watched the debauched display unfolding before her very eyes. Laying down on the hay covered floor with a very distracting hard-on below her underbelly.
“Tehee, haaah~ Thanks for warming her up for me, chief… I’ve practically got her eating out of the palm of my hand now.”
“Watch your mouth, Morga. Be grateful I don’t take out my frustrations on your fucking ass. You’d make a nice substitute for a mare.”
“Why the hell you gotta fuck my ass for? Nymara is right there, that ass slut would welcome you with open arms…”
Nymara scoffed and shook her head, leveling a threatening glance towards her sisters of battle, as if to say “Try me”. Though she might enjoy how it feels to have her ass serviced with a mouth, being mounted and taken like a mare was not something her pride would ever allow. Trying to mount a proud centaur warrior was a quick way to either lose ones life or become permanently castrated. Only the equivalent of a destined soulmate bore the honor to claim a warrior in such a way.
“I wouldn’t wanna take my chances with someone like Nymara, but you on the other hand. Yeah, I could put you in the fucking ground…” Vaelin boasted.
“Like hell you fucking could, I would — gah, fuck! — Just shut the fuck up and let me nut in peace!” Morga grunted, too horny to argue back right now.
Sensing her companion’s imminent orgasm, Nymara got the wonderful idea of picking up a fruit bowl they had left on a half wall, tossing the apples and oranges inside of it out on the floor like garbage. She leaned down under Morga’s underbelly, taking a moment to appreciate the lewd sight of the human servant making use of her whole body to jerk that horsecock off. Without disturbing either of them, she slid the bowl beneath Morga’s flaring crown.
Barely a couple of seconds later, Morga begun to scream her triumph aloud. “Fuckfuckfuck—FUUUCK!” Stamping her hooves into the ground, Morga felt her orgasm start as her massive balls lurched in her sack, unloading the first rope of jizz into the poor glass bowl below. Firing off with so much pressure that the jizz made such a visceral splash that it was flung in each and every direction.
SPLURSHSHH SPLOUURCH SPLAAAAAAT
The centaur’s orgasm seemed to set off Gabi as well, her own smaller cries joined the centaur’s as she too began convulsing in gratifying release. Gushing her own climax with which she coated the horsecock’s crown with. She came without an ounce of shame in her heart, having been utterly consumed by the powerful cock musk filling the room, delighting in the oppressive stench of the virile semen that was dripping off her body.
The centaur’s ejaculation continued on for nearly a full forty seconds before her deluge of cum finally began tapering off. Coming off breathless and with a satisfying quiver in her sack, a telling sign of how much emptier her balls now felt.
Gabi didn’t exactly come out of it unscathed either. Her legs and thighs were stained with errant streaks of centaur spunk. A display which spoke a thousand words, conveying the servant’s acquired taste for— no, her inherent love for centaur horsecock.
It made her feel all tingly and warm inside. Already making her eager to jump into another round of pleasing these hung stallions. But the facade of her needing monetary compensation must be kept alive, that way she could kill two birds with one stone.
On shaky legs, Gabi crawled out from under Morga’s undercarriage. Panting with barely restrained need as she eyed the fruits of her labor.
“What’s with the bowl? Did you get jealous, Nymara? Do you also want a taste?”
The ashen skinned beauty just shrugged before throwing an intentful look towards the cum stained human. “For the whore.” She simply stated.
Is it bad that Gabi’s first thought to that was a massive ‘Yes, please’? Thankfully she didn’t say that out loud. She could practically feel her mouth being magnetized towards the cum filled receptacle, wanting to swallow it all down.
“Thirty coins and I’ll drink the whole thing.” Gabi was the first one to speak up about the price. Her voice didn’t hold an ounce of hesitation, and that fearless behavior earned her a mocking laugh from Vaelin.
“—Fuck no. You’ll do it for ten at most, you dirty fucking slut.” Her demeaning words only made Gabi’s arousal flare all the brighter. She was this close to just gulping it all down for free anyways.
“Alright, ten silvers…” She tried her best to keep the giddiness out of her voice, it was a difficult task.
But as she reached her hands out to pick the bowl up, Morga’s voice interrupted her.
“Ap ap ap, you’ve gotta do it without using your hands.” It was an unreasonable demand. They’d already made the deal, she had no reason to oblige the centaur’s wild condition… But Gabi didn’t care about that, she decided to do it just because of how dirty it made her her feel.
So instead of picking the bowl up, Gabi got down on all fours like a dog and proceeded to dip half her face into the bowl of jizz. Filling her mouth up with an ungodly amount of bitter semen to gulp down… She preened with joy once she tasted that it was still warm.
“Haaah! This is exactly why human women make such good slaves I tell ya. They’re made for this shit.” Vaelin laughed with a cruel edge. From where she was laying, she leaned forward and pushed the back of Gabi’s head until her whole face was dunked in the thick liquid.
Gabi struggled for a second before Vaelin pulled her back up, gasping for air. Her whole face was covered in cum that slowly dripped off of her. Though not a single muscle in her face showed any sign of annoyance at the rough treatment they gave her. No, Gabi came up smiling as her tongue licked around her lips, gathering all that wonderful seed into her mouth to be tasted.
“HAHAHA!” Vaelin hollered, laughing so hard that she had to let go to hold her stomach. Gabi didn’t waste a single second before she was back down again on all fours, lapping the semen up from her bowl like a thirsty bitch.
“Heh… I’m starting to think this whore should be paying us at this point. She’s enjoying this more than we are.” Morga supplied while her eyes were glued to the sight of Gabi’s jiggling rear. Her legs were sitting pretty far apart, and her ass was pointing straight up in the air, exposing her slick and swollen pussy to her captive audience. All three of them got the overwhelming desire to breed that pretty cunt, to fill her womb up with their seed. They could make a bet over who’s foal she would give birth to first.
Once Gabi had finished slurping up the last of the centaur seed, she stretched her tongue out to drag it against the bowls surface, licking the glassware clean. If the previous sights hadn’t been enough, then this sure as hell was. All three of the centaurs were itching and aching for another round. Their balls did not yet feel sated.
As she craned her neck up to look at the mighty warrior women, even Gabi realized that she wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. The look in their eyes spoke of unbridled lust, and wherever she looked she saw a hard and aching horsecock waiting to be cared for.
Vaelin’s mottled horsecock which laid resting across her underbelly, moving and pulsing in tandem with her heavy breaths. Nymara’s midnight dark horsecock hung down like a spear, faint traces of her earlier ejaculation still clung to her flat and ridged crown. And Morga, who’s cock was so large that it could barely hold up its own weight, even when fully erect.
“Well, what are you waiting for, whore? Our cocks aren’t gonna tend to themselves.” Vaelin huffed impatiently.
Gabi had to force down the stupid grin her face wanted to make along with the horny giggles rising in her throat. She didn’t want to waste another second, she needed to huff their musk, suck on their dirty cocks, lick their hairy balls and swallow their tangy loads right away. The back of her mind implored her to establish another transaction, to pinch a few more coins out of the wealthy mercenaries before she pleased them again. But the rest of her decided that any bartering could wait for now. Surely they could negotiate a price after she’s made them all cum again?
This was the truth of Gabi’s character. The only thing bigger than her greed for coin was her unending appetite for filthy horsecocks. Gabi wasn’t a victim of the battalion’s sexual harassment. No, she thrived in this debauchery. The only victims here were the centaur’s coin purses.