Sorry im advance I'm not sure how you like requests structured!!!
But would you be open to something with centaurs? Like the readers first time taking such a huge cock and their lover starting slow, maybe theres mutual masturbation or oral (super up to you, everything you write is fantastic) , but eventually the centaurs urge to breed takes over and it becomes rough but in a way the reader loves. Huge bonus points if it includes overstimulation, belly bulging, or squirting. Also bonus points for trans masc reader with tdick!!!!
He was scared of hurting you. Since the day you started dating, he’d been scared of it. The size difference was a big thing between the two of you, and you could understand his worry. But at the same time… You wanted him to fuck you raw more than you wanted him to be careful. You liked it a bit rough, okay? And he was a big centaur, able to fuck you so hard you would see stars. Of course you wanted him to destroy your hole.
The thought of getting fucked hard reminds you of that first time you got him to fuck you, how scared he was, and how fucking full you felt from the start.
“Come on, the tip is already in,” he says it trying to be encouraging, but it made your whole body freeze. He felt like he was spitting you in two, like he was about to create a fucking tunnel from the outside to your insides. You were about to be ripped in two.
“Just the tip?” You screeched, a bit of panic filtering through your words when you looked down and saw how much of him is still out of your body.
“Ye- Yes,” he sounded less sure about it right at that moment. You took a deep breath, and the sensation of being split in two receded, letting only pleasure in its way. “You can do it, babe. I know you can. Just a little bit more.” You cursed, arching your back and telling him to go a bit deeper…
At the end, you were able to fit him fully inside of you. Not only that, but it became what you most liked about your sexcapades. Having him fill you to the brim made you feel all kinds of powerful. But he was always so… careful. It was like that first time was burned in his brain and he didn’t want to do anything that could remotely harm you. Even if you were precisely asking for that harm.
But he would never hurt you. Or so he thought. Because on the second Wednesday of the tenth year since he passed his test, the heat hit him. And you were there, leaking and ready to be fucked within an inch of your life. Ready to be… bred.
And then he started talking. He told you about breeding you, about filling you to the brim. Until you couldn’t move because you’d be so full of his dick and his come you’d be unable to form a proper thought. And well… He wasn’t far from that because your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, and you were staring at the horizon while he mounted you like the monster he was.
His hand was on your t-dick and he was fucking your hole in a way not known to humans before. You couldn’t speak, you could barely moan between thrust and thrust, and holding your hands against the wall not to hit your head. You were in the seventh heaven.
Orgasm after orgasm rocked your body, his brain still coherent enough to bring you to the edge over and over, until it was almost painful, until your legs couldn’t hold you anymore, but he was there to hold you up while he continued to rut into your hole. And you preened, and you sobbed… Your legs were trembling so bad you could feel every single breath of his chest through his dick.
It was the most you’d felt ever, and at the same time, you didn’t know if you could hold it together anymore. But he didn’t give you any choice. He came. And came. And came again. Until your stomach was bloated, and you could feel his seed swimming inside of you. Every time you moved, everything inside of you ached in the best way possible.
When the heat finally passed, he pulled out and a river of come left your body, much to his pleasure, who sat back and watched how your pretty (his words) your hole looked right there and then. You weren’t fully coherent, though.
Paring: : Centaur, Orc, Werewolf , dragon, husbands x female human reader.
Warnings: : double penetration, oral, dub con, public sex, nipple clamps, chains, size differences, breeding, knotting (I’m new to that concept) possessiveness, werewolf husband and reader have children together ♡
A/N: I know centaurs were asked so I’ll deliver! Ask: Can you do a monster fanfiction where the reader is the jealous one?
ORC
Maybe the intense summer heat was an excuse for couples to get naked and take a cool dip in the lake near the village. Orcs were shameless, well, in human standards they were. Nudity and sex weren’t taboo, no one ever shied away from a good time, especially on special occasions such as the annual summer festival. At first, when you moved in with your husband after journeying around multiple cities and towns, you were quite surprised at how carefree orc culture truly was. Even after being married for almost half a decade you still try to at least salvage what was left of your dignity and wear a swimsuit at events like these. Your husband never took things too far, always respecting your wishes to keep your sex life private, but you never really wanted to admit the whole thing did turn you on… maybe you were still too square. Normally you would sit on the edge of the lake by your husband while eating food cooked from the fair. It was common for neighboring orcs, humans and other monsters to show up to celebrate with alcohol and food to cool off. The event was huge, a phenomenon where creatures from across the globe could get along for a few days to celebrate the summer.
It took awhile for you to get ready today, normally you’d go to the lake with your husband, but you just couldn’t find your bathing suit for the life of you. You looked everywhere, in the bathroom, under the bed, in your closet, only to find all of your swimsuits untidy and thrown into the laundry basket near the window. You could have cleaned one up..but that would take forever, you’re sure you’d probably miss the whole festival. So, you decide to go outside with a long towel wrapped around your body. You found it in the bathroom in a panic, dust and lint curled onto the ruffled fabric. It seemed like it was in top notch condition to hold you up for a while.. maybe you’ll just go home early tonight after eating with your husband and friends.
The festival was as expected, loud and overly crowded with couples, friends and distant strangers roaming around. You couldn’t see your husband anywhere, which was shocking since he was relatively pretty huge, even for orc standards. You find your way through countless nude pairs, going to a food stand with your husband's favorite dish. You wait in line awkwardly, fumbling to keep your pesky towel on as it slips past your breast occasionally. You got two plates of the food, a sweet surprise since your husband always buys your meal at these fairs. You just hoped he hadn’t helped himself to the food before you got there, otherwise you’d have to eat this huge plate on your own.
The lake was crowded, orcs and other monsters cramped in small groups and spaced apart. You looked for your husband across the endless stream of creatures, tumbling and turning in grassy hills so you could secure your place by his side. You spot the large outline of him, a big orc with a large wide back and long raven locks of hair spread on his muscular back. You wanted to surprise him, sneak up against him before you got in the water. You hurry behind a large bush, watching as he relaxes his shoulders and closes his eyes, perfect, you had thought. This was the perfect time to jump out at him—
“Hi there, handsome.” You stumble on the ground, landing hard on the bushy floor, a tall woman, a pink succubus with light pink hair stands besides your husband, she’s nude, most people here are.. and damn did she look good.
You knew your husband was a handsome orc, no matter the species you were always a bit insecure about your place as his wife when others looked at him. “What are you doing all by yourself? Want some company?” A few more women appeared behind the tall succubus, all beautiful and nude as they towered over your husband as he sat silently in the water.
You could only hear the distant sounds of the chattering crowd behind you and a few crickets chirping by your bare feet. You watched as your husband took a sip of his large drink in hand, his chest heaving before he finally spoke. “Come out, I know you’re there, I can smell you.”
You stiffen, legs going numb from embarrassment and fear. You were terrified to walk out there.. let those women see you, let them judge you, let them believe he deserved better than this small human thing.
“Who.. what are you talking about?” The pink woman in front places a hand on her hip, looking around the dark forest. Carefully, you stand up, two paper plates in hand as you stare them down.
“Ah, I knew it,” the woman scrunched her face. “I thought I smelt human flesh from here.”
“Is she your maid?” Another woman asks
Your body burns from embarrassment, and anger, you always doubted yourself as your husband's wife. He was the chief after all, and you were only human. Maybe they were right.
“Speak ill of my wife again, wench, and I’ll cut your damn head off.”
Your husband stood up, walking over to your side. His body looked chiseled, water droplets oozing down his large chest. You all couldn’t help but stare in awe.
“Come here, let’s find another place to sit.” He lifts you up, taking the paper plates out of your hand in one swoop. He treads through the water, strong muscular legs swaying easily as he carries you to a public area filled with orcs and a few humans.
You lay into his chest once he sits down, heaving body shuttering as you cry. He immediately lifts your face with his large hand, placing the plates of food off to the side. His stern expression made you feel self conscious, weak, and all you wanted to do was hide yourself away. Drown yourself in the water.
“Look at me, wife.” He hugs your smaller frame to him before lifting you up to kiss your trembling lips. “You are stronger than them. Ignore it, it’s beneath you. They are beneath you.”
He nuzzles himself into your neck, hot breath drying the tears that fall to your chest.
In an act of courage , you grab his shoulders, thrusting yourself up so you can taste his salty tongue. Your towel is gone in an instant, flowing and forgotten in the dark water.
He holds your hip, large hand already pumping and tugging his thick green cock.
You slip him inside your pulsing hole, thrusting your hips violently against him. Water splashed around you, made waves soaking your upper back.
“That’s it..” he panted out, the two of you had drawn out quite a crowd. “Take me, take what’s yours.”
You scratch into his chest, fingernails gripping on for dear life as you claim him. “Let them see that we belong together.”
Your breath was heavy, legs trembling around his thick waist when he pumps up into you from below. “Fuck..I’ll never get tired of you, ever.” He moaned out loudly, not caring if anyone was looking. He needed to get rid of all those impulsive thoughts rotting his pretty wife’s mind.
CENTAUR
“Where are you going now?”
Your feet stomp down next to a bush of soft puffy flowers at the edge of the forest as you storm away from your husband who’s putting little to no effort to follow your footsteps as he slowly trots behind you. You were heated, angry, and each time your mind trailed back to that small moment at the local shops an hour ago you wanted to hit yourself. You both had just gone to shop for some ingredients for dinner, that was all, but of course knowing you, you ended up getting completely sidetracked by sideshow snacks.
You wanted to taste it all, and being the good man your husband was, he happily obliged carrying around all the snacks you could grab in a bag on his strong back. You took everything , candies, baked goods, savory dishes and drinks alike, after eating so many delicious things nature called, and you had to run to the bathroom, leaving your husband to wait at the tailor shop. You were only gone a few minutes, the walk between the two places wasn't that long despite the large crowds of various people and monsters roaming around. You were ready to head back home with your husband, you were sure his wallet would thank you after he spoiled you with treats. It was quite a surprise when you came back to see your husband being fitted for a suit, the woman taking his measurements was so close to him, flirting off his ear as she complimented his strong physique.
It was true that your husband was a looker. A centaur who’d turn heads no matter the creature. He was a big soft giant, long black curly hair, alluring sharp eyes, a muscular body and a surprisingly sweet smile.
“Hey,” your husband grabs your wrist, a nice gentle but firm tug to pull you into his chest. “What’s wrong ? Are you upset with me?”
“You’d rather walk today? I can carry you on my bac—“
“No need to worry about me. You seemed to find nice company with that saleswoman at the tailor shop just fine. Why don’t you go ask her how she’s feeling?” A passive aggressive smile perked on your lips as you try your best to pull away, but your husband doesn’t let up. He holds you, a concerned glint in his eye before he hesitantly speaks
“The tailor shop saleswoman? What about her?”
You roll your eyes “I’ve known human males to be quite clueless but I expected better from you.”
“Excuse me!?—“
You yank your hand away, this time actually succeeding. Taking the chance to use your husband’s visible confusion as an opportunity to leave, you turn around to go, and your feet betray you. Shocker. His grip was far too strong for you, and the force when you pulled away hauled you to the ground in a split second. Luckily the warm puffy flowers cushioned your fall. You rub your side, moaning in pain and embarrassment before your husband walks over. You thought he’d ask if you were ok, but when you finally met his gaze you couldn’t help but gulp down your breath.
“You want to question my loyalty, girl? Is that it?”
He flips you over with his front leg, a soft nudge that rolls you onto your belly. “You need me to fuck you at the edge of the forest? Prove to everyone that I’m yours? Hah—“ your husband laughs bitterly, his large body towering over your own. “I thought it was obvious I was spoken for, but since you say otherwise I’ll happily oblige showing you off.”
“Lift up your dress.”
“Let me claim you again since you’ve forgotten my vows.”
Your legs go numb in fright, your usually gentle husband was puffing clouds of air out his flared nostrils as he hovered over you completely. His chest heaved with anger, a solemn expression merging on his features as waited for you to turn around. Perhaps your anger was a bit foolish to someone who devoted himself to the very dirt you walked on. Wasn’t it?
“Maybe I was being a bit unreasonable—“ you began, throat clumping up with spit, your warm body fidgeting from embarrassment when you see the outline of your husband's large cock rise from under his tummy, you wanted to retract what you said, run away, but where could hide against someone as fast as he was?
“..” your usual ebb of jokes couldn’t soothe your husband, being accused of infidelity was a serious allegation, and what kind of man would he be letting those thoughts dwell in your pretty little head.
You weren’t sure how you got like this, but minutes of rough kisses over your bruised lips and neck were enough to coax you onto a large rock, your husband happily maneuvering over you, front muscular legs leaning against stone as he rubbed the head of his cock near your entrance. You were lucky, centaurs' natural magic with their respective mates were strong enough to give you the will power to overcome that aching stretch, even though you’ve felt him in your guts ever since you both met each other. But he was angry, a new side from him that you’ve never seen before, would he punish you for questioning his loyalty?
“Do you feel that?” Your pussy squelched underneath him, his cock dragging deliciously inside until his tip laid a few inches in. He was bullying you. Your prediction was admirably accurate. He buries himself, tip melting your insides as it massages you till it pressed firmly to your cervix. Your puffy wet folds were spread concerningly wide around your husband’s cock, miking him just how you were supposed to “I was made for you” he rasped, and if you could see the look in his eye when he finally bottomed out it’d be downright animalistic, a euphoria that only you can summon.
“I’m sorry—“ you whine, fingers desperately clawing into the curve of the large rock for stability to no avail..he pumps himself up, strong legs holding his massive size so he doesn’t crush you. He was mad, but all he wanted to do was prove how loyal he was…
“You should be…do you think I’d go that low as to cheat on you?” He rasps, hips not letting up as he slams into you, your pussy gaping around his length as thin lines of your arousal drips down your thighs..you hoped to the gods no one nearby saw you getting railed viciously by your husband. “This pussy belongs to me..” he hums, slamming against you “don’t want anyone else..” you gag when he rolls his hips, lips stained with drool when his cock rubs against the sensitive surface of your insides.
“And I’ll fuck you all night until you understand that.”
WEREWOLF
It was common for your husband to be more jealous than you. You were supposed to be the level headed one, the person who’d set him straight if he got too out of hand, and now here you are, walking away from your husband's tournament like a child. Werewolves were known for having annual tournaments in the summer, different packs would come together and compete against each other for sport. The most popular game consisted of fighting, but there were other sports like swimming and track races for those who wanted to avoid being involved toe to toe with a werewolf stronger than them. You were human, and luckily for you (well, if you’ll consider it lucky) you were thereby exempted from most games besides the track race. Not that you could out run a werewolf anyway…
You were always supportive of your husband’s interests in fighting, you’d happily cheer him on in the stands with his family and your children. You’d normally let your father and mother in laws have their time with the kids while you both walked around the fair and ate together, but this year you couldn’t even stand to look at him. You knew your husband had a lot of close friends in different packs, and you were always happy to see him connect with his old friends after being apart for so long, but nothing could have prepared you when you met his childhood best friend. She was beautiful, a tall werewolf with moxie, she was overly confident, very sweet and perplexingly strong..and while you had no problem with her at all, the closeness from your husband and his excitement once he saw her made you feel extremely insecure. You tried to sit things out, cheer him on as usual, but you felt like a third wheel in your own marriage when you compared yourself to her. She was flexible with your husband, a strong personality that’d make anyone around her comfortable. They seemed so compatible that it made you feel sick.
“You look a bit off,” your mother in law sits by you, fuzzy hand wrapping around your shoulder as you stare blankly onto the field where your husband was talking with his childhood friend. “What’s the matter?”
You snap your eyelids shut, finally coming to after watching the game with a numb stiff expression. You smile shyly, still too afraid to voice yourself in fear of being ridiculed. “Lai,” you admit, “She’s getting along with my husband really well, am I wrong for feeling insecure?”
“She’s super nice though,” you retorted, trying to lighten your former bitter words. “I just feel… jealous?”
Your mother in law silently looks at you, then towards her son on the field, she ticks her tongue, teeth baring in annoyance.
You both watch as your husband tussles on the ground with Lai, their laughter playfully echoing throughout the forest as it mixes in with the loud crowd of werewolves practicing around them.
“Look,” your mother in law begins, her fuzzy arm offering you a bit of comfort to lean into. “My son, no, my sons were never really the bright types.”
You smile sweetly at her light joke, noting how her eyes crinkle up when she sees your tension fade away. “He’s not the brightest, none of them are. But, I do know that the fool does love you, he can’t stop talking about you. A little rough play is normal between our kind, they’re just friends, nothing more.”
“I don’t know mom,” your brother in law chimes in, a slab of meat drooling out his lips. He was obviously eavesdropping into your semi private conversation. “I always thought that they’d end up together, Lai did have some pretty strong feelings for him back then, yeah? They match each other really well.”
Oh.
Ok.
Ouch.
Your mother in law snaps her head at her son, teeth baring. Taking the chance to leave the awkward situation, you timidly stand, scooting away from your heaving in laws as you make your way back to your home. You won’t embarrass yourself any further tonight…
You were so close to your home, you wanted to get as far away from your husband as possible, even more so away from your stupid brother-in-law. Most of the family accepted you when you married your husband, except him. And you were sure it was because you weren’t one of them… interspecies relationships were still a bit taboo after all.
“Hey— wait up,” the distant call of your husband’s voice rings out in the woods, you could feel him getting dangerously close, so you stop, not wanting him to tackle you to the ground.
“What?” You turn to him, bitter tearful drops of your sorrow and jealousy finally pooling over your waterlines. Your husband stops in his tracks in front of you.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Why’d you leave?” He’s quick to pull you into his fuzzy heaving chest, he had run after you for quite a bit.
“I’m fine…” you rub your puffy cheeks, trying to pull away from your husband, but he cages you in his strong arms.
“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing—“
“It doesn’t look like nothing, baby, talk to me.”
You twist in his arms, tripping the both of you onto the ground. He pounces on you, large body heaving as he stares you down.
You both tussle around, his strong hands gripping your wrist.
“Lai, you two are close!” You breathlessly yell, pushing at his chest to get him off you, but he stays, wide eyes finally opening in surprise at your honesty “Even your brother thinks she’s a perfect match for you, so why don’t you leave me alone and go back to her?”
Your husband silently observed you, his normally cheerful eyes now filled with wistful regret. He runs a clawed hand over your cheek, coughing up the awkward dryness from his throat before he speaks.
“I’m sorry.”
He licks up your neck, nuzzling apologetically under your chin, his tail hangs below his legs, eyes filled with pages worth of guilt. “I haven’t seen her in years, we grew up together as pups, but I should have known better than to rough house with her like that. We’re not kids anymore..besides,” your husband finally stands, lifting you up in his strong arms before flailing you over his shoulder. “I already have the perfect wife, I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“I should have been more aware of how my actions might make you feel..”
Your neck has never been more bruised than tonight. Your husband had called his dad, giving him the ok to keep the kids for the night, tonight, he wanted to ravish you whole. He spent hours kissing and licking over your trembling body, his sharp teeth gnawing into your precious skin to leave his mark. He made sure to rub his body all over you, he needed to merge your scents together. He already smelt like you, but for the sake of both your peace of mind, he’ll drown himself in you tonight.
“M’sorry,” he’d mumble repeatedly against your breast, teeth tugging your sensitive nipple as he fucked himself into you at an alarming speed that made you both gag for fresh air. His cock was always a stretch, and you never learned your lesson so you had to suffer the familiar delicious sting of each inch apologetically working you open. Your husband couldn’t be any more apologetic, he kissed all over your face, warm slippery tongue rolling over the beaded tears that flooded down your cheeks. He loved the salty taste of you, loved tasting anything you had to offer.
“Gonna fucking fill you up again—”
He huffs, growling lowly near your throat to keep you in place when you start to squirm under his heavy weight. “I’d never replace you—ever you’re mine… you’re always gonna be mine—“ his teeth dig firmly, but carefully in your throat as he pumps himself up into you. Your legs were too weak to even wrap around him at this point as you laid helplessly underneath him.
“You want my scent, yeah?” He breathlessly chained himself to you with his legs when you squeezed around him tight “I’ll give you another one of my pups, since you want to show me off some more..” he puffed his chest, curling your legs up and over his shoulders so he could fuck you at a better angle. “I’ll never get tired of you, ever.”
“I’m yours.”
DRAGON
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“No I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Can you leave me alone? Thanks.”
You were on top of your husband's large exotic pile of gold, a lifelong collection that pales in comparison to his greatest treasure (his wife). Or so he’d say.
“How can I leave you alone when you’re acting reckless? Come down.” Your husband growls slowly under his breath, smoke from his nostrils flailing up as he circles you from below.
You childishly stick out your tongue, holding in a sharp laugh when you see your husband's nose flare from anger.
“You’re acting foolish,” he barks, loud booming voice shaking your makeshift throne of gold “what kind of woman gets jealous over jewelry!?”
“When I went shopping yesterday morning, do you know who I came across?” You twirl a large golden crown around your wrist, smiling at your husband's vivid irritation, he stops circling you, waiting for you to finish “I came across a fortune teller, I gave her two gold coins to read my future and she gave me a really nice reading about our marriage.”
“Hold on.” Your husband’s wings lower, he rubs his thick browline, hot air puffing underneath him. “You’re telling me, you’re jealous and angry at me over a phony side show fortune teller? You know those things are scams right?”
“I don’t think so, how’d she know I was mated and wed to a dragon?” You huff back at him
“Oh I have no idea, maybe because you walk away in the forest everyday and leave riding on my damn back!”
“She told me,” you happily continue, smiling giddily when you cut him off “dragons trade their mates for their gold. That gold and jewels are worth more than me to you, so, I’m tarnishing it before you rid yourself of me.”
….
…
“You’re an idiotic fool—“ he snarls out after an awkward long minute of silence.
“Oh screw you—“ you hurl a jewel at his head, body tipsy and turning as you fumble on the top of hard gold. You fall in a second off the shaky tower, it’s a long fall, it’s questionable how a tiny thing as yourself got to the top anyhow. Your husband flies under you, swooping you up in his strong arms in an instant.
He holds you tight against him until you both reach the warm cave grounds, an awkward silence lingering before he pins you to the cave wall, large warm body pressing against your tummy and chest
“You believe in tasteless myths. You should know by now that us dragons cherish our mates. From how much I spoil you,” he hissed
“Do I seem cold hearted to you?” He pushes impossibly close to you, a teasing glint in his eye when you return the same energy
“You are pretty rash, maybe you should prove yourself, hm? Tussle up a few of your prized possessions for me.”
“You don’t want me to be angry with you all day, right?”
You never knew your husband as the type who would own such provocative jewelry, but you’d be surprised how much is buried under piles and piles of this lifetime of treasure. Cute little gold nipple clamps, leaving your breast at his mercy to tug and pull on with the cute golden chain in the middle.
“When did you find this, and what were you even planning on using these for before marrying me— and mhh—“ he surprises you once more by wrapping a small gag across your lips, it tasted bitter and metallic.
“I don’t mind breaking some old gold chain if it means I get to see you like this,” he lets you sit on his large lap, straddling yourself steady to him before he lets you take control over his cock. He wanted everything to be fair, let you yank and pull at his gold if it’ll make you happy, so he lets you put a chain around his neck.
He lets you curve around him, short human legs barely snug around his thick frame. He lets you tease him, he loves when you boss him around, so, he challenges you to pull his neck hard, collective hungry eyes watching as you lower yourself down onto his flared iridescent cock. He lets out a loud purr when you finally sink down on him, your wet folds warm and spread on him, heated goo of arousal pooling to his heaving stomach.
“You’re still upset with me?” He blinks under you, eyelids on the brink of closing.
“Hmm,” you hum, “maybe you should make it up to me a bit more.”
A/N: I don’t understand how I have a breeding kink but I don’t want to get pregnant lmao
Cw me getting fucked by centaur Enmu. Touching myself, him eating me out, me sucking and stroking his dick, penetrative sex, minor mention of squirting, horse cock creampie, exhausted cuddles. Self indulgent, I just want a giant horse cock to cum so much in me I feel sick. Not proofread
Centaur Enmu having such a hard time not getting horny around me. I've noticed once or twice when his cock becomes more prominent but I never say anything. I want him but I don't want to ruin this relationship we have, we're already both so shy. But I keep thinking about it, and I need it so bad.
We're supposed to meet here soon, but since I got here early I can take a dip in the stream and act like I forgot about the time and got caught up playing with myself. On my knees, face lowered to the ground, fingers pumping in and out, fingers swiping messily over my clit. I hope he shows up soon.
I'm so close to coming when I hear a noise at the tree line. I can see it's him but I'll wait until he makes himself known, see how long he's willing to 'spy' on me. After a minute or two I wiggle my hips and try to finger myself deeper and I whine and moan his name. He finally decides to come forward, calling my name quietly, and I sit up, "embarrassed".
I say I'm sorry, I lost track of time and he stumbles through some reassurance that's it fine. We sit in silence until he asks what I was doing. Enjoying myself I'd say, and after another moment of silence he asks if he heard me right. If he heard me call his name... and I did.
He asks to see what I was doing again, trying to hide his arousal under curiosity, and I nod, standing and walking to a nearby rock formation and sitting on the ground with my back against it. I slowly lead my fingers down, slowly leading his eyes down, and lightly stroke my lips, then part them, and focus on my clit to leave myself more open for him to see. He's mesmerized, eyes wide and cheeks red. I mumble something, then say it a little louder.
"Sometimes, people will use their mouths on each other here..." And I look away when he remains quiet, worrying I've ruined the moment. But he speaks, "could I?....." I nod and my face grows hot while I stand up and lean against the rock. I spread my legs and hold myself slightly open for him as he approaches. He lowers onto his knees, then stomach when he still has to go lower. His hands on my bare thighs make me shiver.
He's so sweet and gentle, focusing his tongue on certain parts like he'd observed me doing with my fingers. Even bring one hand up and gently inserting a finger while lapping at my clit and tasting my lips. I brush my hand through his hair, it's perfect. He knows exactly how I want it, he knows me that well.
I see his hips roll slightly sideways, alleviating the pressure on his back legs...and his quickly growing cock. "D-Do you want.....me to..." I look down at him then to his cock and he slows to a halt. I see his tail flick at the thought. "You don't have to..." He says, nudging his nose against my mound and casually taking in my scent more. I tell him I want to, so he stands slowly.
I kneel where I am and he takes a step forward, putting his hand against the rock and settling me underneath him.
It's so big, so long. Dripping, flared, bobbing. I can feel myself grow wetter at the thought of how it'll feel, how he'll sound. I put my hands under the length, holding it up to my mouth and he shivers. I cautiously press my tongue to the hole at the tip, going up, then down, and finally lightly sucking at the flatness. I can only fit the tip in my mouth, but he doesn't seem to mind, already enjoying what I'm doing.
I hum and moan with him in my mouth, licking up and down and in circles as I stroke his length with my hands. He likes it, shuddered breathes the impatient clop of hooves. It starts to taste extra salty and I'm a little bit scared of how much he'll let out and if I can swallow it all, but he pulls back.
He steps back until he can see me again and with a face so red he asks, "Can we....go further? I don't wanna cum for you just yet..." He says, whispering the last part. My heart beats so fast. He's so big, will he even fit?
Only one way to find out...
I nod and get up, leaning forward against the rock, allowing him to stand over me. His cock is so big it already slides onto my back. I try to be gentle as I maneuver him so his tip and lined with my hole, and I help by pressing him in.
Oh fuck, he's so big. Oh fuck she's so tight. We both take a minute to breathe and adjust before I give a wiggle of my hips and he gets the message. Slow, slow thrusts of his hips push it further and further each time. It's so filling, it's so perfect. His moans are so sweet above me, his bucking so gentle. I can hardly take it, it's too good, I feel my mind growing numb.
My moans stop being so controlled and become loud, desperate, whorish even, and his pace picks up. I'm no where near the base and I won't be able to be, but it's still so good. "Enmu...I'm...I'm gonna......" I wiggle my hips, desperate to get more of him. "I'm gonna cum, come inside me, please, please...."
Hearing it must have done something good for him, because his thrusts pick up speed and he stops trying to hide his moans. We're both so eager and desperate to cum and when we do, he slams in as far he can go and my vision goes white, gushing on his cock, thin stream escaping for a moment before his cum starts to fill me, taking up all the space inside me. I want more, I want my belly to feel heavy with cum.
After several moments, he pulls out, a geyser of cum oozing out of me ro land on the ground below. I nearly collapse, but his arms help me stand, then aid me to sit beside him. I'm panting and sweating and my body still shivers at the feelings and sensations. I sluggishly reach my arms out for him and kiss his lips when he comes near.
It's sloppy and tired from both of us, but we've only kissed once before, and are usually so nervous around each other. This happened so fast, neither of us wanted to stop, or let our lack of experience together stop us as things began to ramp up.
Enmu rolls on his side once more, leaning against the rock before pulling me end to sit on him, straddling when his skin ends and his hide begins. I lean into his warmth and listen to his heart as mine begins to slow and relax.
We'll probably want to talk about it, but for right now we both just want to keep enjoying the others company.
The bed squeaked under the weight of your huge centaur, the sheets tousled and in disarray. Panting and shivering, you lay sideways with your back against his hairy underbelly. His horse legs we are splayed to keep you tucked close to him, his massive cock throbbing between your legs and teasing your moist folds.
That night, your monster boyfriend was in a playful mood and teased you, only letting the tip of his cock probe your slick pussy before pulling back. He did it again and again, reveling in the sight of your tiny cunt being forced open to take his massive cockhead. He waited with such restraint, eager to see when you would become impatient enough to force more of his length inside you.
“Hn.. please,” you shifted restlessly against him, angling yourself to take in more of his length.
“Impatient little mate,” he drawled huskily, his strong hands gripping your hips keeping you in place with the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance.
“Wa… ahnn… want to take it all,” you muttered your breath coming in short gasps. “Come on, give me more.”
He chuckled softly, “Very well. Let’s see how much of my cock your pretty pussy can take.”
With a determined movement, he pushed forward, the massive cockhead stretching the lips of your pussy. Inch by inch he nudged in your depths until you had taken one third of his dick. His shaft was pulsing and heavily ridged. You felt very little bump caressing your walls and stretching you obscenely. You whimpered and wiggled your hips, asking for more.
“More?” he asked, gone was his playful demeanor.
“More! All of it,” you said, pushing down, impaling yourself further onto his cock.
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he gripped your hips and thrust strongly, driving himself deep inside you. The full length of him kissed your depths with a loud squelch. You felt him everywhere, even your belly had rounded with the shape of his cock. Your eyes squeezed shut at the delicious stretch and fullness, a hazy mix of pleasure and pain.
“Is that what you wanted, mate?” he rasped. “To be fucked by my monster cock, your sweet cunt stretched, your belly bulging?”
“Yes!” You shouted. “Fuck me! Want you to—”
You didn’t manage to complete that sentence because he set a pace that had you gasping for breath. His primal instincts took over as his cock repeatedly claimed your pussy in powerful thrusts that drove you closer to the edge. You panted and dug your nails into his body, the room echoing with plap-plap of skin colliding with skin and your mixed moans of pleasure.
“Yessss,” he murmured. “Look at you, my pretty mate taking me so well. I’m going to make sure you never forget how good it feels to be wrecked by my cock.”
You could only nod, your mind was a haze of sensations, every nerve ending on fire. He pounded into you, and with one deep thrust he sent you soaring. You spiraled into oblivion, every muscle tightening as wave after wave of pleasure assailed you. With one final thrust, he followed, his cock thrusting to the hilt and pumping rope after rope of hot cum. It was so much it drubbed out of you, drenching your shaking thighs.
Panting and spent, you collapsed back against his chest, your chest heaving. You smiled when he shifted slightly to wrap his arms around you.
“You’re fucking amazing,” you whispered, leaning to kiss him. Your lips brushed lazily, his tongue sneaking inside. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he drawled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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