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Alaric's cock feels incredible. He's heavy inside me, sitting just right. As he pushes through a tight place within, we groan deep at the same time. Affection flares in my chest at our synchronized bliss.

"Fuuuuck," Alaric moans above me. His whole cock throbs. I swear I feel the spasm from my hole to my heart. "Talk to me, Kitten. You good?"

"I'm good! More, more…"

"Fuck!!"

He pulls back several inches, then shoves forward so hard my breath whooshes. Shitting hell, a fully knotted werewolf isn't this big. Even orcs, who have double knots, don't feel this big.

His girth is unbelievable — yet Alaric's length is truly alarming. He's now as deep as his fist was, bulging my stomach with more to go. I've never serviced a kraken like some of my colleagues have, but as Alaric relentlessly bullies his cock into me, I imagine a tentacle must feel as unending as this.

Inch by inch, my channel is being forcefully stretched. I'm nearly wheezing at the pressure, yet I keep up a string of encouraging mewls. "Yes, yes, yes…ohhh, fuck me, Stud, fuck me…"

"I'm gonna breed you so fucking good," Alaric pants. "Gonna fill you up with all I've got, Kitten."

"Fuck yes! Please!"

Alaric groans. He shoves forward until his hot, sweat-slick haunches press against my ass. My hole strains, burning so good. I can't believe I have a centaur cock fully seated in my body. I feel like one wrong twitch will split me apart — but I'm doing it.

"That's all of me," Alaric breathes. "I can wait for a minute — "

"No, don't wait!" I cry. I need him to move, and I need it now. "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard, I need it now, pleasepleaseplease — "

"Shit! You're perfect, aren't you?" Alaric gasps. His heavy weight lifts off my ass as he pulls back.

Then my Stud fucks me hard, just like I asked.

I would be thrown about like a ship in a storm if it weren't for the straps holding me to the bench, forcing me to take it all. Alaric slams into me again and again. His cock's massive girth pries my walls apart. Every powerful thrust rubs my prostate, the friction and pressure indescribably perfect. My eyes roll back. I moan like a bitch in heat.

"Get ready for your first load," Alaric pants. "It's a big one. Every drop is for you."

"Yes, give it to me! I want it, I want you, please — "

"Oh, shiiiit, Kitten — you're so fucking — "

Alaric's words break off into a ragged shout. He shoves in deep and holds. His heavy body trembles against my ass as his entire length throbs. Gushes of hot release splash my insides, on and on.

The feel of his pleasure triggers my own. I didn't realize I was that close, but my untouched cock spurts into the air under the bench as my whole channel clamps down on Alaric.

I'm moaning, my Stud is moaning, and so is our audience. I already feel full to the brim of centaur cum — and the night is only getting started.

When Alaric finally pulls out, he's slow and cautious. I groan at the aching loss. Emptiness is left behind. I don't think I've ever been hollowed out so deep or railed so hard in my life, and I've had an exciting career.

Alaric drops to the ground. A lid softly clatters, then he wipes a wet streak of paint on my left ass cheek. I suck in a breath. It's a humiliating thrill to have my body marked like a thing, like I'm nothing but a cumdump checkbox. Fuck, I love it.

Alaric pants as he circles the bench. He grips the back of my head and tilts me to face him, though he still leans down far enough to talk quietly. "How are you, Kitten? You ready for more?"

He smiles. His eyes hold mine to make sure I'm listening. I am, but I'm also marveling at the bright flecks of tawny gold hidden in his brown irises. "Yeah, I'm good, I…I'm so good. Please give me more."

"Mmm, that's what I thought." Alaric kneads my scalp. He shows me the black blindfold in his other hand. "Do you want this? I recommend it. I know it may seem alarming, but we find it keeps mares calm."

I eye the waiting centaurs. The impatient, horny stallions are barely holding themselves back, their giant cocks jutting proud. Watching them surround me…would be intimidating. "Sure. I'll take the blindfold."

"Good choice, beautiful. Here's our secret signal: when I do this, that means I got you." He gives the back of my neck three quick squeezes, each squeeze accompanying a word. "I. Got. You. You understand?"

I nod as much as I can within his grip. "I understand."

"And you can always tap out. How do you do that with your mouth full, kitty?"