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His girthy cock twitches again. I gasp from the jolt — but this time, it feels blindingly good. "Ohhhh…"
"That's it, beautiful. There's nothing to be scared of. I know he's big, but Jethro is never going to hurt you, I promise. Do you want to hear a secret?"
Alaric's conspiratorial "whisper" is clearly audible. When I nod, he winks. "Big, scary Jethro…is obsessed with little kitties. That's how you caught his attention. Your name makes him like you."
"Really?" I whisper. I envision the intimidating centaur holding a tiny cat in his bear-paw hand. It's smaller than one of his broad pecs. The adorable image is a welcome distraction, and I'm sure that's Alaric's goal.
"Really really." Alaric smirks. "We've got lots of barn cats here. You should see how Jethro spoils them. Such a softy. Lets them sleep on his back…keeps them warm in the winter…tracks them all down before a storm…he knows the name and family tree of every single kitten born in the barn, I swear to you."
Jethro's bass voice grumbles far above. "Fuck me, what you telling him all that for?"
Impossibly, with my trembling body split on a monster cock and tears of overwhelm stinging my eyes, I laugh. My small snort clenches my abs for one painful second — then all my muscles sag.
The laugh releases just enough tension within my body for Jethro's cock to push through the pinch point he's pressed against. It catches us both by surprise. We gasp. Now he's free to proceed, I feel it, I feel my body welcoming Jethro into my cum-filled depths and — ohholyfuckingshit.
My almost-pain bursts into bliss. The sheer pressure pulling my walls apart forces my pleasure to build, every sensitive nerve in my body wrapped around Jethro's throbbing heat, igniting end to end.
"Ohhhh yesyesyes, don't stop, don't stop!" I sob. "Please!!"
Jethro shouts. His heavy body sliding into me is a force he likely can't hold back any longer. He settles deep with a low moan, his thick, muscular body presses against my ass, and — holy fuck, the biggest centaur in the entire herd is fully sheathed within my body.
"Good kitty," Alaric whispers smugly.
That tips me over. My balls have nothing left to give, but my whole body seizes around Jethro's cock in spasming convulsions anyway.
Jethro drops a filthy string of swears. He thrusts into my depths as I shake. Stars burst behind my eyes. Each mighty shove vibrates my skeleton like a tuning fork, radiating pleasure in all directions.
The giant centaur starts slow but quickly accelerates. He has clearly reached the limit of his impressive self-restraint, and he pumps into me hard. Every powerful thrust keeps my orgasm going, triggering wave after wave.
When Jethro comes, he emits a ground-shaking roar, bellowing like a bear as he unleashes an ocean of cum. I swear his gushing release fills my hole, stomach, chest, and every fucking inch of me. I'm overflowing. I'm drowning in it.
It's perfect.
Chapter Ten
Jethro eases out of my sagging hole, dropping free with a warm rush of cum. He marks one final tally on my ass, then pats me with a low murmur of thanks. His bellow-like huffs recede with his heavy hoofbeats.
Alaric circles the bench as he undoes my restraints. He rubs my wrists and ankles, slowly rotating the joints. "Kitten?"
"Mmm?"
"I need you to turn over now. Okay? I'll help you. You're almost done, beautiful."
"Mm-hmm."
Alaric carefully threads my tired cock and balls through the gap in the bench. I wince at the light touch to overstimulated flesh. "I know, kitty-cat," he murmurs apologetically.
Alaric's strong arm under my chest supports nearly all my weight as I try to push myself up. Every limb is trembling. Another gush of centaur jizz flows from my hole with each movement. I groan as I roll my swollen body over.
Settling my back against the sweaty leather, I close my eyes and whisper, "…Fuck."
Alaric's hand on my shoulder steadies me. "I know. But look, Kitten. Just look."
My eyes fly open.
Alaric is not the only centaur nearby. I'm surrounded by fond smiles. The captain, Leon, Vincent, Magnus, Fallon, and Jethro, along with a few stallions I don't recognize, are all gathered around the bench. I blink. I was blindfolded for so long; it's fascinating to attach friendly faces to the voices and cocks of the night.
I follow their awed gazes. They're staring at my belly, which is inflated so full it forms one smooth, round surface. Even my nipple rings feel pulled by the stretch. I draw my hand over my tight skin in wonder. The centaurs murmur approval of my cum-swollen stomach.
