Imagine, if you will. You are just a simple farm girl in a village down in the valley, far from turmoil of any kind. One day, a beliefful buff, elven knight with long blond hair, she rides a similarly muscular centaur with slick chestnut fur.
They both seem like nice ladies, and soon a rumour spreads alleging the knight is hung. That evening, you spot the knight in a tavern. Her armour removed and laid next to her stool. A sleeveless shirt leaving her biceps exposed for all to see. You're also nice, she is drinking the cheap ale, and your village has terrible ale. You go tell her, about the wonderful mead your village prides it's of on mead, offer to and her a round. She is intrigued and flattered by the proposal, and soon you sit tougher, each with a glass of honey that is as buzzy as it is sweet. She tells you stories of combat and shares the pains of dealing with high-born nobles out of touch with reality.
By the time the bottom of the glass start peaking from underneath, you drink your gathered enough courage to ask about the rumour. She offers to show you, and you eagerly follow her to a quiet spot behind the tavern. There she buttons her pants and shows you a cock long like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. You watch it speechless, she is more hung when you imagined. You can't even stop yourself from drooling. She moves her hips a little, letting it swing from side to side and watching your eyes follow. "You had a look, what don't you have a taste as well~." She offers, quite amazed by your reaction. You simply nod, the ground is a bit muddy, so rather than kneeling down, you lean forward and grab her hips for support. You start up kissing her near the base of that magnificent glock. Then as it slowly rises, you move up the shaft closer and closer to the tip. When you reach the tip, you give it as kiss and drink up the pre-cum gathered there. The knight pets your head and complements your work. You open your mouth and start swallowing her cock properly. It is not easy taking something so girthy down your throat, but with a nice coating of saliva and considerable effort it goes down.
You nearly back you, kissing the base of her glock, now with its length inside you. Then suddenly you hear someone yelling. It's that centaur lady. "What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend!?". You want to pull out, to defend yourself, but the knight grabs your head and keeps you in place. With that glock of her down your throat, it's impossible to say anything, so you just stand there and listen as she answers for you. "A damn good job, that's what she is doing." "Yeah?" The centaur approaches. You feel her powerful front legs rub against your thighs, holding your ass in place. Now you can only stand there as she stares down the knight. "If she is so good, why don't I have a try her myself~" "Oh, go ahead~". The centaur steps forward, putting her front legs over your hips and feel her hard erect glock pressing on your pants. The knight reaches down and pull down your pants and panties, exposing your whole for her. Then contour move forward. Her stomach gliding along the back, and her dock sliding up inside. Your tight little whole quiver under her right girth, but she purchases it in with great strength.
With both of them deeply inside you, your body trapped under the mountain of muscles that is the centaur and presses between their couches, you cannot do anything but moan into that elven clock and their fuck you from both sides. I take them a while to finish inside you, but it feels like just a few blissful moments. You think after filling you up with cum, they would realise you, but no. They keep talking about their day and your tiny little village. You try to wiggle yourself free. Perhaps slide one of their limpien cocks out of you. However, as you wiggle and move around. They get exited and start fucking you again. At hey do, they keep talking as if they were not using their hips and cocks to violate your insides.
In the end, you don't know how many times they came inside you, only to go for another round moments later. However, you wake up in the public bath, embraced by the knight. Your head laid on her sizable chest and her hand cleaning the mud off your face. And as you lay there, you can't help to hope they stay in your village for a while.
