Long past dawn

You expected the older centaur's cock to feel about the same as your first, but you couldn't be more wrong. While the other centaur's cock prodded your walls and scraped you deep inside, the way you are mounted now forces the widest part of him to press directly against your womb. Every movement shifts the focus of the pressure, ensuring you never get used to your womb being crushed into your diaphragm.

You know Siora is feeling the same way from the moans you hear underneath the slightly smaller centaur also carrying the cargo. Though you are under the lead centaur and she is in the back, you can hear her cries rise clearly over the thundering of hooves every time she orgasms. Which is very frequently.

Your own climaxes come just as often. Each time you're brought to a new peak, another splash of your juices coats the horse cock filling you. The entire length of your pussy becomes complete mush after repeated cycles of this. Your walls, already stretched to their limit, easily give in to every prod and shift inside you. Most of all, though, the constant pressure against your womb keeps you in a daze. You are pulled out of it, however, when his cock stiffens up, placing even harder pressure against your womb. The flare holds the door to your womb open for just a second before pumping its seed directly into it. Like a fire hose filling a water balloon, your baby room overflows immediately and pushes the excess cum out. Even after he's done cumming your womb is left so full that every movement squeezes more globs of centaur seed out of you. With every step he takes you leak white, sticky cum down your ass and onto the dirt.

When the sun finally begins rising you can finally get glimpses of your surroundings for the first time in hours. Even just from a cursory glance you can see the forest is long gone. Instead you are traveling past rolling hills with endless grassland. You have no idea how far you've gone but it's definitely further than you could have traveled on foot.

The morning sun eventually rises into a cloudless sky. Without any trees around to give shade the warm rays beat down on you all, forcing the group to slow down a little. As the chilly morning gives way to the heat of the day you are extra thankful to be secured underneath the centaur, where his massive muscles take the sun's heat for you. As the day goes on the centaurs sweat more and more, filling the air with more of their manly musk, which only stokes the flame of your lust even as the hours drag on.