Fucked all day, and still going!

Strapped underneath the centaur as you are and with your pussy as full as it is, it is difficult for you to estimate how quickly time passes. If you were traveling more leisurely it would be simple to find the sun in the sky and keep track of how much terrain you've crossed, but in your current state you can't come to your senses for long enough to pay any reasonable attention to your surroundings.

The centaurs travel wordlessly. The only noise that fills the air is the stomping of their hooves and the endless squeals and moans of pleasure that you and Siora cannot help but continually scream out at the tops of your lungs. Those screams reach even greater heights when you feel the rod skewering you stiffen even more, stretching you to your complete limit for a few seconds before you feel a searing heat flood your womb. The walking pace does not falter at all as a constant stream of centaur sperm fills you completely. Before this you couldn't imagine feeling even more full but as your womb reaches its limit the pleasure again overwhelms you and your cunt squeezes against him, wringing out as much of his seed as you can get.

Even when his ejaculation ends the fucking does not. His fuck meat remains stuck inside you, still assaulting your most sensitive spots with every movement. Eventually he reaches another climax, spraying even more into you until your womb, stretched to its limit holding this massive creature's seed, begins spilling out its contents all over the horse cock still inside you. Even as the excess cum drips down your ass in sticky globs it seems like nothing will end this **** of pleasure until your destination is reached, wherever that is.

Whenever you get the chance to peek over at your elven companion she seems to always be either just reaching a climax or getting over one. Not only is she covered in her own sweat and fuck juices but you can't help but notice the centaur cum also leaking out at the spot where the centaur's girth disappears into her. Several globs stick to her balls while several more dribble down the length of her cock. Once, you even catch her as the centaur she's riding is in the middle of cumming inside her. Her over-stuffed womb seems to reject any more seed as you see the off-white fluid flow out of her, dripping down her thighs and cock. The centaur cum even mixes with her own in sticky piles in the dirt as the feeling of getting another warm injection makes her peak again.

Time quickly becomes meaningless in the middle of this constant **** of pleasure. The only thing that signals the passage of time is when either you or the centaur you are riding reach climax. You have no reference for how long it takes between those events, however, nor any idea how many times it happens. The only thing that makes you notice how much time has passed is when, in your brief moments of clarity, you notice the sky beginning to darken.