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Xalendra moaned loudly, and as Fewar thrust forth once more, her moan rose to a shuddering cry, his length penetrating her depths with excruciating pleasure. He filled her past full, knocking her arm out from under her so her face was left to support her, cheek pressed into the grass. Her other hand on her clitoris buzzed against the bulge where she felt his cock through her own flesh.

The centaur ravaged her pussy, speeding up his efforts and rocking her body with them. Xalendra felt like she'd be split down the middle if his cock were any bigger. Her knees trembled as they splayed out, and she could swear Fewar was the only thing holding her up, his massive member supporting her by the tight grip of her straining pussy.

The princess' moans turned to squeaking sighs in the grass as she pawed at herself with the ring. Her hand was quickly coated in the secretions of her arousal, making her hand all the more clumsy. The vibrating ring soon came loose, and was suddenly lost.

Absent its buzzing, Xalendra replaced it by simply rubbing at her sex with her hand, feeling the savage pounding all the while. With one ecstatic groan, she came to a powerful climax, her entire body shuddering in the height of pleasure.

Fewar let out a groan of his own, punctuating his thrusts as they slowed. A hot sensation filled her, oozing out over her trembling hand as the centaur pulled out and let her hips drop to the ground. She felt something drip on her bare rump as she lay breathless and sore in the grass. Fewar muttered something before stepping away, back into the stall.

Xalendra lay there feeling many things: exhausted, ashamed, satisfied, and so very sore. Without the ring and its latent lust, she found she was very aware of her current state. She worked her slimy fingers beneath her, feeling its absence. She wondered if she should bother searching for it before hurrying someplace to clean up.