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"Is he warm and snug, Alaric?" an observing centaur rumbles.

Alaric's eyes hold mine. "'Course he is. Very cozy."

"Enjoy it," a different voice calls. "Kitten's poor little hole will never be that tight again."

Chuckles fill the room. "Fuckin' love breaking in a tight, virgin mare," another stallion growls. "He'll be wrecked when we're done."

I shiver at the dark warning in the centaur's tone, yet maintain my flirty smile for my Stud. Alaric braces one hand on my upper back and raises me until our torsos touch. Still working me open, he murmurs in my ear. "How are you doing, Kitten? Ready for a third finger?"

I heave an exaggerated sigh. "Ugh, please. I'm getting bored."

Alaric twists his wrist sharply, running his knuckles over my prostate. My gasp makes him grin. "Don't test me, kitty."

"Yes, Sir."

Alaric rolls his eyes as he adds a third finger to my hole. Fuck, that burn is so good. I moan at the deliciousness of Alaric playing with my ass. His probing, twisting hand never stops. My cock is untouched now, leaking on my stomach, but my stretching ring feels so amazing I don't even pretend to complain.

Alaric kisses my cheek. "Lie back and relax for me, beautiful. It's time to really open you up."

The fluffy blanket warms my back as Alaric adjusts the spread of my legs. He reaches for the jar of enchanted lube and drizzles the clear, shimmering substance onto his hands. Four fingers dip into my hole, first with one hand and then the other, alternating back and forth. His progress stops at the base of his thumb each time.

"You're doing amazing, Kitten," he whispers. "Just relax and let your Stud take care of you. You're going to feel so fucking good."

Alaric wedges his palms together and pushes both hands into my hole. I groan. Gently, he rotates the wedge left and right. Eight fingers pry open my rim, but he still can't fit the widest part of his hands. When I hiss at the growing burn, he pulls free and adds more lube.

As Alaric continues to work my hole, it's clear our impatient audience doesn't concern him in the slightest. His palms glide against each other, moving in and out, opening me up a little more with each coaxing press. I relax into the soft blanket under the patient rhythm of his hands.

Eyeing Alaric's bare torso and toned arms appreciatively, I spot a tattoo I didn't notice before: a detailed eagle feather down his right forearm. "I like your tattoos."

"Thank you, Kitten. We're going to watch every inch of this one disappear into your hungry hole."

Alaric nods at his right arm. The eagle feather extends from his wrist…to the crook of his elbow.

My cock jerks against my stomach, dribbling. "Can't wait," I breathe.

He grins. "That's the spirit."

Alaric's hands twist and ripple against my rim. Loud groans are pulled from my lips each time he tests my resistance. The strain around the widest portion of his large hands is always a bit too much.

"Relax for me, beautiful," Alaric encourages softly. "Let me wear this sweet hole around my wrist like a bracelet."

"Oh, fuck…" I whine.

The next time he presses his right hand in, four fingers in a wedge with his thumb tucked underneath, my loosening muscles give way — and Alaric feels it. He presses forward.

I shout at a brief, bright flare of almost-pain before his lube-slick hand pops through. My ring closes around Alaric's wrist. His knuckles scrape my prostate as he enters. I nearly fucking come on the spot.

"Fuuuuck, that's hot," someone groans behind me. Hooves tap eagerly, then still. Heavy breathing fills the rapidly heating room.

Alaric's warm gaze holds mine, ignoring the voyeurs. "There you go, Kitten. So good. That's my brave, beautiful mare."

I pant for breath. My legs tremble. As Alaric slowly rotates his wrist, carving me out from the inside, I see the swell of his fist and the dips of his individual knuckles against my flat stomach.

Alaric pumps his hand, pushing deeper with each thrust. He has to stretch my entire inner channel to prepare for what's to come. He frees his fist, dumps a generous amount of lube over his arm, then pushes in so deep that half his forearm is inside me.

"Fucking…shit…!" I wheeze. My legs spasm, then still.

Alaric's free hand squeezes the back of my neck reassuringly. He regards me with warm affection. "You got this, beautiful. Gonna hollow you out all the way. Turn you into the herd's perfect cocksleeve."