Compromise.

“If...” Xalendra began, trying to meet the centaur's eyes. “If I help you... with your heat... will you let me go?” she asked.

Fewar nodded, speaking what sounded like affirmations in his native tongue. “Fewar help woman with heat, too.”

She shook her head firmly. “I- I'll not disrobe here!” she insisted. She did feel like she was in heat, but despite the burning in her loins, she had standards. Though the thought of betraying them excited her, she desperately clung to her senses and decided to compromise between the two.

“Just... let me know if I do anything wrong,” she said, lowering herself to her knees before the beast. He let go of her hood and let her crawl beneath him.

It was dark in his shadow, but Xalendra found herself staring directly at his massive cock, inches from her face. She had never seen such a thing before, but was almost certain it was bigger than those of her own species. How to go about pleasing it, though, was a task she was even less prepared for. Her heart hammering in her chest, she reached a hand up to it, and grasped its length.

She couldn't even wrap her hand around it it was so big. Nonetheless she began rubbing it, as only seemed natural, drawing herself closer so as to use both hands. There was a musk emanating from him that she found surprisingly bearable. His length of hard flesh was definitely hot, that was for sure, and she found herself growing hotter as she stared at it. Fewar began to move with his cock in her hands, pushing it forth and nearly poking her in the eye with it.

His equine stomach above her was a warm, heavy presence, forcing her to stay seated on the ground, legs out before her as she gripped the shaft of his sex. His movements made her lean back and forth, at times nearly laying flat on the ground as she stroked him. She held the thick member tight in order to hold herself up, which also made him easier to handle as he moved.

She had the brief thought that she could roll out from under him and escape, but the ring's voice enthralled her with the task of pleasure, and helping with Fewar's only built her own. She removed the ringed hand from his girth and it drifted to her skirt, resuming her activity from before he had interrupted her.

Fewar spoke from above her, and his movements became insistent. “Wrong,” she heard him say. “Woman use mouth.”

The princess' eyes widened at the thought. She didn't think she could fit her mouth around that thing! Though in her heat the thought of the possibility burned hotter... She didn't want to take her hand out from between her legs, but if the alternative was replacing it with her lips...