A year later...

Gently, you licked the rim of your centaur mate's, named Anges, anus as both you and her laid on a soft ben of hay within the cave network. Gently, you fondled her heavy sack and stroked you cock vigorously. Agnes moaned and softly fondled her breasts, smiling at you. You didn't dare stop, even as you heard the familiar sound of clops coming your way.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted your recently matured daughter, Helena. Her horse end pitch black, hers more spiky on the bottom, and her human half had light patches of chitin on her cheeks, arms, and back. She smiled warmly as she approached, bright red cock and engorged balls a clear sign of what she wanted. She trotted over and you slowly moved back as our daughter's cock lined up with your mates doughnut of an anus.

With a sloppy wet "schlop", your daughter sunk into her mother with a joyful neigh and Anges let out a small sharp cry. Your daughter was very well hung as she was busty. Sometimes, you and Agnes would suckle at her teats when hungry, when she wasn't glues to yours, now two cup sizes bigger.

Speaking of which, you floated up and held your tits to Helena's mouth. She instantly glued her lips on and greedily suckled away and stroked your sensitive cock off.