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Your breath leaves your body as you are grabbed around the waist by one of the beastmen. Before you can react, he has swung you close to his chest and galloped out of the clearing you had set up camp in. You notice other centaurs running alongside him, each of them carrying their own burden. They stop briefly after they are all gathered together, tying and gagging you and your other captured comrades. They roughly manhandle you all into a set of specially designed harnesses, so that each of these six centaurs has one terrified elf strapped to his humanoid chest, and one strapped to his horse chest. You find yourself on the bottom, with your head facing backwards and your face towards the creatures stomach. You cannot help but notice the massive penis hanging near your head. Even flaccid, it's longer and thicker than your arm. You feel almost hypnotized by it, before you snap out of your daze and **** yourself to stare at the creatures muscular stomach.

The centaurs begin to move again, galloping through the night. You are snugly secured to the creature's stomach, so while you do bounce, it's not severe. You cannot, however, avoid the constant bobbing of the centaur's massive cock. The word springs to your mind unbidden, it's lewdness and sexual connotation seeming almost necessary to describe such a powerful organ. You try to banish the thought from your mind, but it is hard. It is made even more difficult by the fact that the cock keeps brushing or slapping up against the side of your face. You close your eyes and try to be anywhere else, but in the end you cannot think of anything but the massive member for the rest of your journey.

The centaurs run until the sun comes up, and then on until the sun dips below the horizon right now. You drift in and out of fitful sleeps, not sure when you are dreaming about these creatures and their giant cocks, and when you are simply thinking about them. Your petite elven body begins to sweat from the body heat radiating off your bearer. You rub gently against the harness as the centaur runs, causing you to slowly become aroused. The arousal reminds you of your own penis, which you almost compulsively compare with the centaurs. Yours, however, is barely a worm. You thought it would grow larger still as you aged, and although you knew it was better to have a smaller penis, you secretly hoped it would get a little bigger. Instead, it seems to have shrunk. Now your hard little penis is about two inches long, and hardly thicker than your pinky finger. Thoughts like these **** your mind as this seemingly unending journey continues.

Finally, mercifully, the centaurs stop. They extract you and your comrades from the harnesses. You are delirious from heat, lack of sleep, hunger and dehydration. Once you are free of them, you realize that it is very cold out, and you are now freezing because you are soaked in sweat. The centaurs ungag you and quickly hold a wineskin to your mouth. You drink without even thinking, gulping down the delicious, life giving fluid within. It's not water. In fact, you can't tell what it is. It is, however, sweet and slightly salty, with an alcoholic aftertaste. It quickly fills your belly, leaving you feeling warm and contented. You feel so contented you begin to fall asleep on your feet. As your thoughts slow down, you tumble to the ground.