Continue traveling with the centaurs

"I do not trust anyone here," Siora begins. "We should not stay here any longer than necessary."

You nod in agreement. While the traders working here seem reputable, you don't want to be stuck here without even a decent set of clothes on your back. While your current ticket out of here means getting speared by a centaur's cock again, you're sure that both of you could endure it and part ways in a better area. Siora nods back and the two of you hold hands as you return to the centaurs.

"We are ready to go," Siora tells the older centaur as you step up to them. "Please take us with you," she adds as he turns to the two of you. He smiles and nods before turning back to his comrades and motioning for their attention.

They don't need to discuss anything further - they already know that you would only come back to them to ask to go with them again. Thankfully for their timetable you and Siora never got your harnesses removed, so the longest step is already done. You expected to be strapped to the same centaur that you were before, but to your surprise, he grabs some of your slack ropes and readies himself next to you to simply help get you set up. Instead, the older centaur steps up to you and kneels down, grabbing your soft shoulders in his strong, calloused hands and guiding you to lay on the ground on your back.

You take a deep breath as the other centaurs pull your limbs apart and the older centaur steps over you. You think you're ready for what's about to happen but your eyes go wide when you see the monster cock that is thrust up your torso. It's just as thick as the other one you experienced earlier, but this one has pulsing veins zigzagging up and down the shaft. The flared tip is also much more pronounced, getting much wider at its thickest point. With a heavy sigh you relax yourself as much as you can. The horse cock drags across your belly, leaving a thick trail of precum as it goes. The closer the flared tip gets to your lower entrance the more it leaks, each eager spasm spreading your wetness further.

When he finally presses against your fuck hole it accepts him immediately. You cry out in just a fleeting moment of pain as the widest part of the flare forces its way in. The slow march of the elder centaur cock is steady and intense, with every one of your folds individually caressing the crown of his flare before dribbling across his veiny shaft. With a satisfied moan from both you and the centaur his cock presses hard against your cervix. The massive flare stretches the end of your tunnel to its limit. A few seconds later when your arms and legs are securely strapped to his back, you simply close your eyes and begin enjoying the ride.