Hi I'm the anon that asked about the stealth exhibition and I've got something! A centaur prince is trotting in a parade wearing a fancy caparison but underneath all that is you, his secret lover all tied up with his cock up your pussy.
That’s a great idea! Ah, my first centaur fic~
Kept Under Wraps
Contains: past tense, prince centaur x afab!reader, mutual consent, secret relationship, stealth exhibitionism (not actually seen, but both are turned on by the possibility of being discovered), p in v, edging, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 1.6k words, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: Being “kept” can refer to a person not working and instead being financially supported by a wealthier partner in exchange for companionship and/or physical intimacy.
✧ Good to know: A “wrap” also refers to a loose outer garment or piece of material, which the pattern of a caparison (decorative / protective cloth covering for animals like horses) can be printed or embroidered on.
Divider by @angeliicide
He looked magnificent. You were sure of this. His long hair artfully braided, glittering jewelry adorning his hands, and wearing a set of finely embroidered coat, caparison and shoes of silk and velvet as he followed the parade led by the king and queen... There was no one more handsome than your prince.
If only you could’ve seen him.
But then again, there was nobody closer to him than you. Only you knew how he was in private, how firm his grasp when he hugged, how tenderly he kissed, how soft the fur on his belly felt when you lay against it with your bare skin... just like now.
Tied to the prince's underside and securely hidden beneath layers of breathable fabric, his nearly floor-length caparison concealing any hint of your figure, your pussy was stuffed with his long, erect cock. Every step subtly rocked you back and forth, grinding your bare nipples on his fur and his flared tip against your g-spot. The long-lasting stimulation, from his chambers out of the palace and finally down the street once the parade assembled, left you so wet and needy you couldn’t think, and your prince wasn’t any better.
He knew this parade would consume a lot of his time. Just preparing took half a day, much less actually walking the streets and waving to the excited citizens. As such, he, greedy for your company, had asked you for this favor. Simply knowing you were right by his side, feeling your presence, he would feel reassured.
That’s what he thought.
Then he prepared your pussy with his tongue and fingers, and the moment he entered you with his big flared cock head, he almost came.
It took him a lot of effort to hold back, especially with your delicious moans filling his ears and your tight walls twitching around his veiny length. Yet he didn’t have time to take you right then and there. He needed to be patient, to wait until the end of the parade, until he was back in his chambers where no one would see or hear you when you came undone on his cock.
In the meantime, his flared glans would keep grinding against that slightly rough patch of flesh within your sopping pussy, leaking incessantly and producing subtle squelches that seemed louder than they actually were, as if anyone he passed could hear.
These thoughts kept him on edge. The prince even couldn’t help swaying his ass a little more as he walked, just to secretly rut into you under the eyes of his family and subjects.
And you?
You had to keep quiet.
Sweating as you bit your lip, desperately hoping no one noticed you while at the same time absolutely thrilled by the notion. All it needed was a single strong gust of wind, and the entire royal family, their guards, the capital’s citizens, and eventually the entire nation and beyond would know that the kingdom's one and only prince was impaling an unknown commoner on his erect cock while walking the celebratory parade. They’d see your cock-drunk expression, your parted folds, your prince’s length glistening with the slick of your stretched pussy...
Your pussy twitched at these thoughts, tightening around the prince’s big horse cock so much you could feel his fiercely bulging veins pulsing within your walls. If only he’d thrust…
But right then, the parade came to a halt.
You had no clue what happened, unable to see anything from beneath the caparison and a little lightheaded from the warmth. All you knew was that the prince stilled, his cock motionless. The lack of stimulation when you were so close to coming was maddening. How could he do this? No, how could he bear it? He’d already been leaking all the way back in his chambers, so now he must be absolutely eager to rail you and cum until it came gushing out.
And you were right; your centaur prince was slowly but surely reaching his limit. Unseen by anyone, sweat was beading on his back beneath the thick, richly embroidered uniform, and his breathing had deepened in an attempt to control himself.
It was agonizing, being inside you yet having to refrain from fucking you. The way your wet walls embraced his length drove him crazy, tempting him to properly take you right then and there. But your affair was a secret one, not to be known, at least during this time. Yet if he were to be exposed at this very moment, he would not hesitate and fuck you for everyone to see. Even being gawked at by his people, he’d pump you full of his cum, until it gushed out of your glorious pussy and became filth on the streets. Just the thought, the image of it in his mind, made his beautifully maintained tail flick impatiently and his cock throb with eager anticipation.
Though… he didn’t really want anyone to see you like that. Especially when he had difficulty doing so. And what he couldn’t see, no one else was allowed to see, either.
When the procession finally started moving again, the way the prince’s cock rocked into you nearly made you bite your tongue off. The large size, the flared head, the bulging veins…! All of it left you wanting, needy to the point of dizziness. Even worse, parts of your body were staring to feel numb, tingling like a bunch of ants crawling around under your skin. If only you could…
You felt like you were going crazy as you hung there.
It seemed to take an eternity for the sound of regular footsteps on cobble streets to change to the echoing of the castle’s marble hall. Your attention snapped back at the noise, knowing well that the prince would soon walk up the ramp and return to his chambers. You could hear him chat a little with his family, then claim tiredness and start his retreat. This was entirely reasonable, of course. After all, one just had to take a look at his sweaty face and listen to his trembling voice...
Only you knew that he wasn’t tired from walking. Only you knew that the moment he returned to his chambers, the real exercise would start.
The prince tried to appear calm as he hurried upstairs and impatiently waved his servants away. He couldn’t risk them seeing you, even if it was just your sweaty outline beneath his silk wrap. Any chance of your affair being known needed to be nipped in the bud. And... he needed you so badly, he felt like he was about to explode. There was really no way for him to wait any longer.
The moment the door to his bedchamber closed, he started stripping. His gorgeous yet heavy coat and caparison fell to the ground, the noise muffled by the thick carpet, followed by the sound of him ripping his wet with sweat shirt off of his upper body.
Clothes fell, and you were exposed to the world with a gasp for air. Hair stuck to your flushed face and limbs to numb to move, you were placed on his bed. His weight pressed down on you as he knelt on the mattress with his front legs, and both of you stretched to gaze at each other, tenderly yet lustfully locking eyes as he started to thrust.
At first, he was still holding back a little, trying to be gentle, yet neither of you could hold back.
You clenched your pussy, and your prince responded by ramming his cock into you, making you swallow more than half of his monstrous length. He knocked the air out of your lungs with a broken moan, his flared tip kissing your cervix and rearranging your guts with how deeply he penetrated. The pattern of his bulging veins was already firmly imprinted in your walls, wonderfully stimulating you into a cock-drunk mess as his shaft throbbed.
His pace quickly got faster and messier, making your breasts bounce and nipples rub against his belly. He could feel you claw at his coat of fur, hear you moan and see your eyes roll, all of it urging him to go even harder. Low groans and murmurs spilled from his lips, tears blurring his sight while his cock leaked eagerly and his balls tightened. The need to cum was so strong it almost hurt, leading him to bury himself as deep in your pussy as possible just before he came.
You reached your climax at the same time.
Your walls fluttered around your prince’s length like a massage. The rhythmic tension felt as if you were milking him, extending his eruption and squeezing until it spilled out of you.
Exhilaration exploded in your body and blinded your senses, but you still noticed how his slowly softening cock gradually slipped out of you. His weight on top of you made his thick cum gush out of your hole, and tensing your muscles you could still hear the liquids inside you slosh and squelch. It was a sensation that filled you with new arousal despite your exhaustion.
Meanwhile, your prince groaned as he got off the bed and knelt down before it. With a prime view of your ravaged pussy, he felt his dick give a twitch in the desire to go again despite his refractory period. Forced to ignore his want for a while, he swallowed and grabbed your legs to pull your closer. Legs hanging off the bed and straddling his human half’s waist, you were in the perfect place to share a kiss with.
And so, sweaty skin stuck together, his large hands gently massaging your tired body while his tongue tangled with yours.
It is well known that when seeking out a witch, an offering is to be given in exchange. Some witches are picky about their payment types. The new witch in Arvos, though, offers a range of options: food, herbs, alcohol, pets, secrets, death, and more.
Even Sex.
Sit for a spell and delve into the romantic and sexual tales of a witch and her inhuman lovers.
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got so turned on just now reading your text posts, then got to your most recent pic of your face-enveloping tits and i just had to stare for a while...
are you into tgirls by chance hehe
Am I into tgirls? You mean the most beautiful people on the planet? You might as well ask the sky if it's blue.
Robot boyfriend who gets new dick replacements trying to find the one you like the most. He tries really hard to make the best of it.
He starts with a goblin's dick, a bit shorter than human's, but so much wider. It stretches you to the point of screaming, he likes that. He likes the sounds you make enough to record you and listen to them over and over. He tries with tentacles, not his favorite, but you definitely enjoy them, your pussy probed and explored to the point of insanity. Then he tries the werewolf and the minotaur, he likes those the best, how you scream, how you come around them until you are gushing juices around the dicks... He loves that. He loves how wet and desperate you get when he starts to inflate the built in knot until you are a babbling mess and you can't think correctly. And then he gets the orc one, the biggest of them all, colored accordingly and so big and perfect that it makes you squirt. That surprises him, and tries and tries to make you do it again. You can't do it twice in one session, but that doesn't stop him.
He recorded every single sign and twitch you made, and now he wants a repeat to make it better... You don't know of a better way of going away than fucked into oblivion by your robot boyfriend and his interchangeable dicks.
Do I want you to fill me over and over with your strap till I'm dripping with your cum just to make sure you're breeding me well? Yes, please, please, please.
This post is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni
suspension and one bar prisons are such an underrated concept. especially if the toy in question is especially large and cruelly shaped. imagine a being strung up by your arms, standing on a stool and nearly fully sheathed on a massive toy. maybe there's an inch or so left, and maybe it has spikes, maybe it has a knot that's just barely pressing against your entrance.
it's already stretching you so painfully wide, pressed against the back of your cunt. but then the stool's kicked away and you fall back on the toy, and it hurts, so fucking badly. all you can do is fight to keep your balance, toes just barely brushing the floor and breathing through the pain. imagine just hanging there, quivering and panting and growing more and more tired as you're practically split open on such a massive toy.
imagine losing your balance and stumbling and sinking further down, screaming as the toy suddenly pounds the back of your channel, pressing impossibly deeper. god wouldn't that hurts so badly. now imagine that with a knot. losing your balance and gravity forces the entire knot in in one swift push. can you imagine the scream it'd rip from you. wow.
Edging is one of the most delicious forms of torture and pleasure you can experience.
It’s not just about getting close to cumming and stopping. It’s about training your body and mind to surrender completely to desperate, aching need. It’s about turning yourself into a dripping, trembling, brainless little mess who exists only to chase that edge over and over again.
Here’s how it feels and how to do it properly:
You start slow. Legs spread, fingers gently teasing your clit in slow, lazy circles. You feel that warm spark of pleasure building deep in your belly. It feels good — really good — but you stay in control. You let it grow gradually, never rushing. Your breathing gets deeper. Your pussy starts getting wetter. That’s the first stage.
Then you speed up just a little. The pleasure becomes sharper, more focused. You can feel your clit swelling under your fingers. Your hips start moving on their own, chasing more friction. The ache between your legs grows heavier. That’s when you bring yourself right up to the edge — that magical point where your whole body tightens, your thighs start trembling, and every nerve is screaming for release.
And then… you stop
You pull your hand away completely or slow down to almost nothing. The orgasm you were so close to having fades away, leaving behind a deep, throbbing frustration that radiates through your pussy and into your stomach. That denial? That’s where the real addiction begins. That heavy, empty, aching feeling is pure bliss for an edging slut.
A good edging session isn’t just one denial.
You do it again. And again. And again.
Each time you get close faster. Each time the edge feels sharper. Each time stopping becomes harder. After the fifth or sixth edge, your mind starts to break. Your thoughts get cloudy. Your pussy gets ridiculously wet — creamy, sticky, leaking all over your fingers and thighs. Your nipples become hypersensitive. Your body shakes even when you’re barely touching yourself.
That’s the sweet spot.
That’s when you become a true edging addict — when you’re so desperate that stopping feels like actual pain, but you still do it because the denial feels better than cumming ever could. Some sessions you’ll edge for thirty minutes. Some you’ll edge for hours. The longer you go, the dumber and hornier you become. Your brain literally melts. All you can think about is rubbing, grinding, and how badly you need to cum… even though you know you’re not allowed to.
The best part? When you finally do cum after a long edging session, it hits like a freight train. Your whole body convulses. You squirt. You moan like a broken toy. The orgasm is so much stronger, so much deeper, because you earned it through all that delicious suffering.
So if you want to edge properly?
Start with at least 30–45 minutes
Bring yourself right to the edge at least 7–10 times
Change techniques — fingers, vibrator on low, humping a pillow, riding a dildo without bouncing too fast
Focus on your breathing when you deny yourself
Tell yourself “I’m not allowed to cum” out loud when you get close
Edging turns good girls into desperate, leaky, obedient little sluts
And once you truly fall in love with the edge… it’s almost impossible to go back to quick, normal orgasms.
Now be a good girl and tell me…
How long are you going to edge for tonight?
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