You and the centaur Roth walk towards the Hawk Hill estate.

You immediately notice an unpleasant fact: your centaur “friends” didn’t just fuck you. They also took the horse on which you arrived at their nomadic camp, as well as all the valuables that were with you (a wallet with money, expensive jewelry).

Probably the elders of the Bloody Hooves tribe decided to use you as efficiently as possible...

You have been fucked in every sense of the word...

You examine your clothes: dirt, clear traces of semen, the fabric is torn in some places. In addition, the dried sperm stained your face a little. You smell the strong smell of centaur sperm - this exotic aroma is much stronger than that of human sperm. And, ashamed as it is for you to realize, this aroma... is exciting for you. The taste of centaur sperm also has a strange specificity and this taste seems to be felt in your mouth for a long time.

So, the consequences of a passionate orgy with the participation of many centaurs clearly affected your appearance.

In your nose is a golden magic ring that was given to you by the centaur Roth. You clumsily try to take the thing off. A minute later you succeed and give this ring to the centaur.

Roth takes back this enchanted accessory that has helped you take the powerful cocks of centaurs into the depths of your anus relatively painlessly.

At the same time, Roth grins and says in a joking tone: “Perhaps this ring will be useful to you many more times, Stefan! Ha! Ha! You have always been so good in the role of lustful filly that you probably should have been born not a man, but a woman! Ha! Ha! Then you could enjoy exposing not two holes, but three! Three slutty holes for huge dicks of centaurs!”

You smile exhaustedly, unable to say anything in response to this banter.

In the past, your visits to the nomadic camp of the centaurs were intended only for entertainment. But now you have a more serious goal - you need to find someone who will help you in the current dangerous situation. Surprisingly, despite the fact that the visit to the centaurs once again led to you being fucked like a depraved and submissive female, one of the centaurs still agreed to help you. It's lucky to have at least one friend. But you need to tell Roth in more detail about the essence of the problem. Abstract phrases about the fact that there is a threat to you in your Hawk Hill estate and that you need help... - all these vague phrases do not contribute to understanding the situation.

You sigh and explain to the centaur: “Roth... On the estate... I am in grave danger. This is a threat to my life. The threat can come from anyone... But I am especially afraid of my brother Anton... I have seen terrible and inexplicable things... Unholy magic is involved in this matter... Therefore, I need at least someone whom I can trust. Someone strong and able to protect me. I need to wait until my father baron Radu returns with help. I need to hold out for three days..."

Roth's face darkens. His jocular mood quickly disappears.

He says with concern: “Danger from immediate family? Are you afraid of your own brother? It's very bad... I don't really understand exactly what you mean and how the problem is related to magic... But I'll try to help you. I will protect you for these three days, Stefan!”

You gratefully move closer to the centaur and hug his muscular torso. You can feel his hot, muscular body through his light clothing made from the hides and skins of steppe animals. However, the clothing of the centaurs does not cover much - it is a kind of horse blanket and a light leather jacket.

You are glad that you have a friend who will protect you.

However, on the periphery of your consciousness, shameful thoughts arise: “I’m just a cocksleeve for a huge centaur’s dick... I’m so weak-willed... For a long time now I’ve been enjoying the way my lustful anal hole is fucked by centaurs’ dicks... At the thought of the tasty and fragrant sperm of centaurs, I begin to drool ... Perhaps if I had been able to lead a more reasonable lifestyle earlier, I would have been able to protect myself and cope with the dangers on my own ... However, my past was filled only with years of entertainment, fun drunken parties and depraved sexual orgies ... "

You really have reason to feel burning shame. You have been fucked in all your holes with huge dicks. Your lustful holes are filled with sperm. And you liked it. And now you are seeking the protection of a strong male centaur. You are like a depraved female-slut who hides behind the back of a muscular male at the first sign of danger. Division of responsibilities: the male’s strength and will protect you, and you, a weak-willed and powerless bitch, pay by allowing his giant dick to regularly fuck your anus, your mouth and your throat. Except you're not female. Between your legs there is some small and flaccid semblance of a male penis. This makes your behavior seem even more shameful. It would be good if too many people did not find out about your sexual preferences. Unfortunately, rumors about your shameful actions gradually spread among the local residents...

You try to abstract yourself from unpleasant thoughts.

The centaur allows you to climb onto its rump. You saddled him like a riding horse.

You have no weapons with you, but you see that on the centaur's belt there is a quiver of arrows and a small curved bone bow made from the horns of a steppe auroch. He also has a small spear, which is held on a leather sling on the centaur's back.

So, you and your centaur friend are moving in a northerly direction. You want to return to Hawk Hill estate. Now, with the help of Roth, you can cope with the threat and wait for your father to return.

At least, such encouraging thoughts arise in your head while you and the centaur move towards the estate for three hours.

After some time, when the walls of the Hawk Hill estate are already visible, you notice something strange.

The estate gates are closed. There are significantly more warriors on the walls and towers than usual.

You and the centaur come closer to the gate.

The screams of the guard soldiers are heard from the walls: “Stop! Do not approach the gate! Otherwise we will shoot!”

You shout in frustration: “What does this mean?!” I am Stefan - the son of baron Radu! How dare you?!"

The warriors on the walls are fussing. They are calling someone.

After a while, you see that... from a high stone wall, in addition to many warriors, the face of your brother is looking at you.

Anton's face.

A grinning face that looks indistinguishably like your brother.

But from the evil sparkle in the eyes of this... “creature” you understand that nothing good awaits you.

Anton’s voice exudes carefully disguised mockery: "Ohh! You are finally back, my dear brother! I'm so happy about this! I already wanted to send a detachment of warriors to search for you! I had to increase security measures and double the guards. I'm sure you understand the reasons... The tribe of barbarian centaurs "Bloody Hooves" abused our hospitality... I told everyone what those vile centaurs did to you, Stefan! Terrible... Now everyone knows about your suffering... What kind of perverted monsters are these vile centaurs?! It is obvious that your visits to their dirty nomadic camp were due only to the influence of unholy magic that had entangled your consciousness! Now look at you! Poor Stefan! Dirty, exhausted and robbed by stinking centaurs... But, fortunately, now you will be safe, my beloved brother! I will protect you!"

You listen to these words with your mouth open in surprise.

The cunning monster, who completely stole the appearance of your brother Anton, was able to invent a plausible excuse in order to begin to completely control the warriors of the estate. Father is away... Your visits to the centaurs have long given rise to unpleasant rumors... And now... Pseudo-Anton can give orders to the estate’s soldiers, hiding behind an imaginary desire to protect your person!

You are going to gather your thoughts and shout out your objections.

But you don’t have time to do this...

Anton’s voice sounds from the walls, formulating a loud order for the soldiers: “Get ready to shoot! Kill the centaur! Try not to hit the body of my dear brother Stefan with arrows or crossbow bolts!”

A pair of crossbow bolts whiz into the ground.

Roth only managed to jump to the side at the last second...

But there are still many warriors on the wall, armed with small arms...

Your belated cries are hard to hear due to the noise and are clearly not taken seriously by the warriors who are diligently carrying out the cruel order of the one who poses as your brother Anton...