She uses her mouth.

The enormous length of musky meat throbbed in Xalendra's small hand, and she did her best to keep hold of its unwieldy swinging as Fewar rocked insistently above her. The centaur had told her to use her mouth to please him, and though the uncouth nature of such an act offended her finer sensibilities—of course it did!—she found herself swallowing her apprehension alongside the saliva inexplicably building in her mouth. She began to lean forward, almost instinctively.

Her lips parted, hot breaths washing over the glistening tip of the thick, flared cockhead before her face, and slowly the inhibitions toward fitting that thing between them evaporated in the intake of heady air that followed. She felt the hand between her legs pulse with a naughty thrum, urging her onward as her mouth came upon the centaur's member.

A rumbling grunt filled the small space above the princess, and her head was tipped back by his eager thrust. She squeaked as his big tip **** her jaw wider, gripping the hot shaft tighter when she tasted the slick drool it was producing. Fewar's hoofed feet stamped around her, setting into a firm stance. Where she sat beneath him, she could see he rear legs prepare for forward movement, but even as the doubt as to whether she could take him into her mouth any further was spawned, the gulping, drooling reflex of her lips and tongue made her eager to try.

Muffled moans escaped around the massive cock, its surprisingly sapid scent and taste overwhelming Xalendra's senses. They peaked in volume as Fewar thrusted another inch in, growing near to plaintive after her jaw was beginning to strain. Once the thickness at the end passed over her squirming tongue, though, she was able to accommodate the throbbing girth with steadier service.

“Good mouth . . .” Fewar groaned, saying some more pleased-sounding foreign words. She realized a certain perverse thrill at the praise, heart pounding with a passion.

It was hard to gulp around the enormous shaft, but the princess couldn't help the reflex, letting his length slide another few inches down into her trembling throat. As the size of the cock brought her eyes to crossing, her fingers vibrated inside her soaking pussy, body enduring ecstatic spasms beneath the beastly centaur.

He was soon thrusting in a regular rhythm, and she was just able to bob her head in cooperation, leaning back and forth with each heavy swing of his equine hips. Fewar's grunts grew louder, and her head grew dizzy, gulping and gagging on the pulsating meat in her throat. The princess' big blue eyes began to water as her throat was fucked by the centaur. The temperature beneath him seemed to rise faster and faster,. Her hand came down from his shaft to join the other between her legs, pumping her fingers in and out in time with Fewar's face-fucking rhythm. As it reached a powerful peak, his thrusts became punctuated with shuddering grunts, and suddenly her throat was flooded with hot, salty seed.

It came in too fast. She swallowed frantically as her own orgasm overcame her, sending her messy hands to shaking against the ground that was now awash in her wetness. She was bent back by Fewar's final thrusts, his surge of semen filling her stomach and spilling from her lips with a cough, even coming up out of her nose in its gushing glut. Xalendra spent long, quivering moments drinking down the centaur's seed, the ring's buzzing drawing it back to her pussy to send her over the edge another time. She was finally able to catch her breath when the long, slowly throbbing cock withdrew from her throat, leaving cum to spill from her trembling lips before pulling out from her mouth entirely. She let out a sighing moan while the flared tip popped past her lips, seed slipping down her slack tongue to stain her dress some more.

“Still is woman in heat?”

Xalendra was slow to process the question, recovering from the oral ordeal in panting languor. She gulped down another mouthful of sapid cream before rousing herself to respond.