Suck the centaur's horsecock

Wrapping your hands around his thick shaft, you lean close and lick the blunt head, savoring the musky flavor of his flesh. Sparkling drops of precum begin to drip on the floor, and you lap at the opening, the taste of him making you hard.

Opening your mouth as wide as it will go, you wrap your lips around his cockhead and suck, drawing him into your mouth. He is heavy and solid against your tongue, and you brace yourself, ready to pull back once he triggers your gag reflex. His cock slides deeper, to the back of your tongue, then to the back of your throat. It feels strange, but doesn't make you want to gag or ****. And the really weird thing is that you don't even feel need to breathe. You swallow, your throat squeezing him and pulling him even further, until you have nearly half of his cock in your mouth, and you feel like you could take it all. Stranger still, you want to take it all.

This isn't a good angle, though. Your neck, back, and knees are starting to hurt. Pulling back, you let him slip out, and take a gasping breath, only to discover that it isn't necessary. You don't feel the least bit out of breath.

"That felt incredible," Kivano says. "How did you take so much? Even my mate can't swallow more than a third."

"The sorcerer's magic, I guess," you say, standing up and climbing on top of the hay bale. You lie down on your back, with your head hanging off the edge. "Will this work for you?"

"You can't be serious," the centaur says, but you just open your mouth. "Yeah, I can manage," he says, stepping up onto the bale with his front hooves, one on either side of you, and then sinking to his front knees. His warm, striped body hangs above yours, and you run your hands over his short, sleek coat. You wrap your hands around his cock and guide it to your mouth, lapping the leaking head before relaxing your jaw and sliding it down your throat.

"More?" Kivano asks, and you moan in affirmation, swallowing convulsively as he rocks forward, thrusting farther down your throat. You close your eyes, your hands stroking his exposed shaft, wandering to his large balls. Your own cock aches with need, leaking precum on your belly, but you can't take your hands off of him to take care of yourself. Kivano snorts and groans, his weak back leg shaking as he lunges forward again, sinking more than half of his length down your throat. "Oh, fuck," he moans as you swallow.

You shift your hips restlessly, rubbing your cockhead against his belly, but the sensation is teasing, unsatisfying. Suddenly, the centaur leans down, reaching beneath himself to wrap one large hand around your straining cock. The other pushes your legs apart and probes between your cheeks. You moan around the cock in your throat as he begins to stroke your shaft, your hips lifting off the blanket as he pushes two thick fingers into your ass.

Kivano thrusts deeper, plunging his meat down your throat, and you feel that thick rod jerk and pulse, his balls full and heavy, ready to pump his hot, salty load into your stomach. He rocks his hindquarters, fucking your throat with the same rhythm that he drives his fingers into your clutching passage, and pulls at your throbbing cock.

"Oh, I'm cumming!" he shouts, and you squeeze his shaft with your throat as his balls draw up and his cock pulses. He's so deep, you don't even taste it. He pulls out, the flared head massaging the inside of your throat as it withdraws, and you take a gasping breath, your back arching as you cum with a strangled shout. He jerks you through each shuddering spurt, his fingers rubbing against your prostate until you finish.

Exhausted and strangely pleased with yourself, you let Kivano climb off the bale before you try to get up. His weak leg shakes from overuse, but he gives you a grateful smile.

"Thank you," he says. "I won't forget this."

"Me, neither," you say with a chuckle, and head on down the passage.

"Oh, hey?" he calls after you. You glance back. "Tali nih'amasi." Then he walks away and disappears into the shadows. You stand and scratch your head. Nih'amasi means 'go left', but you can't remember if tali means 'do' or 'do not'. Damn, now you wish you'd paid better attention in class.

At the next fork, you pause for several minutes, trying to remember, but the information is lost to you.