Fuu cums for her steed

"You are a good bitch." The centaur's voice came low and rumbling, growling with gravel from the very bottom of his register. His accent was heavy, but his words were unmistakable, as was the distinct mixture of disgust and deep hunger in his voice. "Well trained and naturally submissive, as all your kind should be. I will enjoy breaking you."

A tiny pinpoint of clarity formed in Fuu's reeling mind, but before she could grasp onto it, Sharkan pressed his hips forward. It didn't take much effort from the brutally powerful centaur. His horse flanks were corded with equine muscle in the build of a bulky draft horse. Even the smallest gesture from him was enough to split Fuu on his heavy cock with all the brutal strength of a normal man at full speed.

"Goddess!!" Fuu's cry turned into a strangled scream as he forced inch after brutal inch into her far too tight cunt. His natural musk had had it's way with her body, reaching deep, beyond her mind, beyond any supernatural protection to stoke her biological instincts. It left Fuu feeling flushed and dizzy with arousal while her body instinctively loosened, relaxed and lubricated itself with her own dripping arousal. It was this subtly pheromonal domination that made it even possible for Fuu's body to take his brutally thick cock. As he split her open, sundering her with one long, slow, powerful thrust, Fuu's body was as ready as possible to take him and even still the feeling of him stretching her was so overwhelmingly intense that it lingered on the fine edge between blissful pleasure and utter torment.

When he bottomed out inside of her it knocked the air completely from her lungs, finally silencing Fuu's scream with an undignified 'Ooofff.' The raw momentum transferred into her body in that moment was enough to send her scraping along the ground, plowing her body through the dirt. Fuu's elegant features were marred with dirt and distorted by the press of her cheek through the mud, even while the feeling of her breasts and oh-so sensitive nipples doing the same redoubled and heightened that intensity that now wracked her entire body, holding her in confused torment between ecstasy and agony.

Fuu finally came to a stop, and Sharkan allowed her to rest there a moment, her body, trained for years at the temple of the sacred goddess turned into nothing but a tight, hot sheath for his oversized horsemeat. As Fuu reeled, slowly getting used to the feeling of her cunt stretching to accommodate his molten cock, she got one final chance to look up and around. There was no comfort to be found in the leering grins of the lizardfolk looking back at her, the whooping hollering excitement of the common folk watching some uppity cunt being put in her place. Even her friends, their faces painted with disgust and dismay, offered no relief. When she felt Sharkan beginning to move again, dragging her body backward through the dirt as he gradually drew his cock out of her and her cunt clung to his shaft, Fuu was almost relieved that she was being spared the act of witnessing her own humiliation reflected in the faces of the watching crowd.

Then her started to move in earnest and everything else ceased to matter.

Sharkan's powerful equine build couldn't help but to move forcefully. He was a machine built for combat, yes, but also built for the passionate, forceful rutting of centaurs in the furthest south plains of the ruined wastes. His body expected an equal partner, a centaur mare with just as much corded muscle and an equine flank to take his massive cock. Fuu had none of that. Her tall, elegant form was like a ragdoll beneath him, pulled and rocked about carelessly as he rutted and raped her into the dirt. Even before every coherent thought was utterly fucked from her mind, there was no chance of resistance. All she could possibly do was lay there and take it, give in entirely and let this monstrous man own and dominate her completely.

Each new gasping, desperate breath drew in more of his pheromonal musk and, with it, Fuu's body was further tamed, further commanded, further raped. Her muscles relaxed entirely, and soon the feeling on him stretching her far, far too wide, and the relentless pounding of his blunted tip against the entrance to her cervix faded into the cacophony of their own relentless, brutal rhythm. The pain faded and was lost to her, leaving only the swelling of her body's natural response.

If nothing else, the feeling of his massive cock inside her was absolutely stimulating. It's prodigious length and girth guaranteed that every last sensitive spot and nerve ending inside of her battered and overwhelmed pussy was not just brushed against, but crushed, ravaged, and all but ruined with an endless barrage of brutally blissful sensation. Fuu's mind was whited out fireworks long before her own climax started to crest inside her.

With her lower body all but numb with feeling, she couldn't sense the moment where Sharkan started to surge toward his own peak, but she definitely felt it when he drove one final thrust inside her. This one was the deepest he had claimed her so far, sheathing his thick horsecock in her until every nerve ending in Fuu's mind screamed with the sensation of it all. When that first spurt of piping hot horsecum flooded her womb, Fuu's mouth fell open, her eyes starting vacant and stupidly outward as her body trembled and spasmed with the debauched, overwhelming ecstasy that he had raped into her.

The pair lay there, shuddering together in mutual ecstasy, Fuu's legs shaking in awkward undignified angles beneath her, as Sharkan's eyes closed in a grimace of concentrated satisfaction, content both with the feeling of Fuu's tight body transformed into a cumdump for his cock and with the knowledge that the proud warrior who had had the gall to stand before him in this arena was now nothing more than a broodmare for his equine seed.

As the centaur's cum flooded through her orgasmically spasming cunt and up into her unprotected womb, Sharkan's equine pheromones wrecked one last non-consensual transformation on Fuu's submissive body. It didn't matter where the chosen of Chimata Lha would have been in her natural cycle, for at the bidding of Sharkan's musk, her body betrayed her, ovulating to guarantee that Fuu would be knocked up with his foal.

Sharkan finally drew out of her with a satisfying squelch, letting some small, insignificant portion of the immense amount of cum that he had flooded her body with dribble out into the dirt. It flowed from Fuu's still stretched cunt, running white rivulets down her pale legs, still trembling with the aftershocks of mind shattering bliss. Fuu's dumbstruck expression hadn't recovered. Her vacant eyes still stared out toward the crowd, utterly failing to register the roars of excitement and satisfaction that ran through them at seeing the stuck up priss who had arrogantly challenged the arena so thoroughly ruined by the champion's cock.