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Pure desire ignites my veins at his words. A point of resistance in my body gives way, and Alaric's arm slides in until his whole forearm spreads me wide. As he predicted, the feather tattoo is completely swallowed by my hot, tight hole.

"I'm gonna come," I realize on a gasp. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna…ohhh, do you want me to…?"

I doubt I can hold it back, but I'll try if he wants. Alaric laughs, mocking my urgent situation. The sound is so mean that it's fucking hot.

"Sweet kitty, you can come whenever you damn well please. We're gonna fuck so many orgasms out of you tonight, you'll be coming dry and you still won't stop. We'll keep you twitching and crying all night from how good it feels."

I whimper. That sounds like overstimulating, excruciating torture — like utter perfection.

Alaric smirks. "Just tell me when you're about to blow. As your Stud, it's my right to have the first taste."

He eyes my untouched cock…and licks his lips.

That does me in. "Fuck, now!" I gasp.

Alaric seals his lips around my straining cock as I come. I'm clenching his whole forearm, gripping that firm resistance, and he's catching every drop of my release in his mouth.

When I stop spurting, Alaric leans forward and presses his mouth to mine. His tongue feeds me my cum. I suck it from him hungrily, invading his mouth to swipe more jizz off his cheeks. His arm is still deep in my hole. It's the hottest kiss I've ever had.

The herd's groans and exclamations reach a fever pitch. The discordant pawing of hooves is unending. All these lusty stallions are desperate to mount, fuck, and breed. The air is thick with their lust-fueled scent.

Alaric licks the last drips of my cum off my lips. "Ready to be bred, kitty-cat?" he whispers.

"Fuck yes," I breathe. "Please, please fill me up."

"Mmm, that's my good mare. Don't you worry. Your Stud will make damn sure you get everything you need."

Chapter Six

Alaric towels off his lube-slick arms and scoops me up. Hungry eyes watch him carry me to the nearest breeding bench.

I'm arranged face-down, gripping the handles below. I know Alaric's front hooves go in the troughs on either side, but I don't remember the purpose of the horizontal bar high above me. Something for Alaric to brace against while thrusting, maybe?

My Stud circles me, adjusting the different components of the bench to his liking. He tugs my cock and balls through a hole so they dangle beneath the frame, exposed and unprotected.

"You know what all this space under your belly is for?" He waves his hand beneath my stomach, where a curve in the bench bows away from me.

"No?"

"It's to give your stomach room to inflate when you're pumped full of our cum. That's the sign of a well-bred mare."

Alaric smirks at my expression as he binds my wrists to the handles. "You comfortable, Kitten? If anything needs adjusting, tell me."

Now that he mentions it, one nipple ring is digging in. I almost let it go, but then I remember my colleagues warning me that a minor annoyance becomes a major discomfort several centaurs later. "Yeah, actually. Could you fix my nipples, please?"

Alaric laughs. He sweeps his hand between my chest and the smooth leather, finds the poky metal, and carefully folds the ring flat against my skin. "Better?"

"Much. Thanks."

"I'm at your service, beautiful."

He straps my torso down and meticulously ties my calves to the leg sections of the bench. As each restraint tightens, my body responds. Eager heat licks my skin.

My vision fills with Alaric's golden legs and brown abs. Then his smiling, handsome face appears. "Almost ready. I just need to show you something. If your mouth is occupied — and I'll be honest with you, Kitten, it will be most of the time — here's how you tap out."

Alaric's warm hand covers mine, guiding my fingers to a metal ring that I can reach easily even though my wrist is strapped in place. "You pull this pin, it drops a metal ball on the floor. It's loud as hell. There's no way not to hear it. You do that, everything stops. Understand?"

"I understand."