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“No. Stop. Don’t.” Ember’s heart races, her body unnaturally tense. The centaur’s cockhead slick with precum pokes against her lower lips, taunting her over what's about to happen. She can feel the hot wet heat of his arousal burning into her body as the thick head rests against her slit.
The centaur is still right now thankfully, allowing her some reprieve, but she knows it won’t be long now until it moves. His cock throbs against her pussy, pulsing angrily against her hole, sending shivers of fear up her spine, her back hopelessly bound against its stomach as if she’s just some cocksleeve.
If the centaur hears her, he ignores her completely, focused on drinking a gallon of beer as the cock rubs against her with every movement, smearing its hot slick precum against her pussy. She hisses uncomfortably, her body slowly heating up despite the dread gripping her heart. There’s no way it’ll fit! Something 15 inches? That’s insane! Ember shudders, her breath coming in short gasps.
The wait is the worst part, with nothing she can do, tied up and naked under the centaur, utterly unable to help herself. The cold wind brushes against her skin, nipples hardening uncomfortably in response. Shivers course through her body, as she stays there utterly helpless counting the time that passes.
The sound of glass clinking and shattering reaches her ears, but the party seems to go on unhindered, a cacophony of bright lights and sound that she can’t truly make out, the leather bands restraining her against the centaur’s hot stomach restricting her field of view.
He doesn’t acknowledge her in any way, its cock only brushing incessantly against her slit, sending damming unwelcome waves of arousal coursing through her body with each brush, as it pulses and throbs, hot against her cool skin.
Ember’s lower half is starting to feel far too hot, her limbs tingling with electricity. It feels harder to think, as if her brain is working through a haze. The heat even feels like it’s spreading through the rest of her body insistently with no consideration for her feelings. Her breath comes in faster pants, eyes dilating wider, her nose flaring.
Bound so tightly against him, she can smell his musk, the sweet earthy smell slowly worming its way through her mind uncontrollably. She can even feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, the muscles tense and starting to ache and throb with need as it pokes against her.
Yet, it’s so huge! There’s no conceivable way even the cockhead can fit against her, is there? It’s larger than her hole. She’ll break! Ice cold fear courses through her body, fighting against the lustful heat enveloping her like a cocoon.
He walks forward just a single step, and suddenly the head is slightly inside her, forcing out a scream of mixed pleasure and pain. Oh god, it’s larger than she anticipated, instantly stretching her pussy out wide, her body arching in protest. Her breath is instantly forced out of her lungs.
Ember’s eyes widen, her vision blurring as tears drip from the corners of her eyes onto the parched grass below. She gasps for breath, trying to wiggle in her restraints, desperate to escape, but it doesn’t help in the slightest. If anything, it only forces the centaur’s thick shaft deeper into her hole.
Centimeter by painful centimeter, it parts her walls insistently, allowing her little time to acclimate to the sheer length and girth. She wails out loudly in pain, even as the awful heat feels like it’s burning her insides.
“Fuckkkkk,” She manages to gasp out, each breath desperate. It’s merely two inches inside her when it stops there, allowing her a short reprieve from the cock. He throbs hard and needy inside her, pressing dangerously against her sore aching muscles. Every throb is an uncomfortable jolt of painful pleasure that barely seems to get any better.
Suddenly, the party ends and the centaur gallops off towards the woods, sending its cock deep into her, smashing against her cervix, all fifteen inches instantly ending up inside. Ember’s mouth opens, a silent scream escaping her mouth as she squeezes her eyes shut in pain, wishing for it all to end.
Instead, as it gallops, it’s forced out and straight back in, smashing against her insides over and over. If an outside observer was looking, they could even see the shape of the cock against her stomach, pressing mercilessly every single time.
Tears fall from her eyes, wetting the ground below as the centaur gallops, using Ember as little more than a cocksleeve. It smashes into her relentlessly, a mix of pain and pleasure being engraved into her body.
Ember hates it. But she can’t deny the sick pleasure coursing through her veins. Wave after wave of fiery pleasure courses through her over and over again, threatening to overwhelm her brain. She doesn’t get how any of this is pleasurable, yet here she is, utterly stuck like a piece of meat on a skewer.
“Ahhhh” A lewd lascivious moan escapes her mouth, even as the centaur pays absolutely no attention to her. It merely continues moving, its diabolical cock rearranging its insides, turning her mind increasingly into goo.
Dark carnal bliss wraps around her in a sweaty blanket, her body increasingly flushed with arousal, sweat dripping from every pore, lending her skin a luscious sheen, the sound of her heartbeat and the wet sounds of her abuse the only things she can hear. Her body is already bruised and battered, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
A sick thought plays in her head, I kinda like this. Marking the beginning of her surrender to the pleasure as her insides squeeze down hard against his cock, her body spasming wildly. Ember’s tongue lolls around helplessly, as a wanton lascivious groan escapes her throat. She doesn’t even try to fight it as fire burns in her veins, her vision going blank, liquids streaming out of her pussy.
She hangs there limply, as spurt after spurt shoots into her womb, filling up her stomach, making her look months pregnant. A combination of their liquids drip down messily onto the dry grass below, around his cock, even as the abuse continues.
The thought grows louder and louder in her mind, screaming incessantly as his cock continues throbbing inside her. Ember wants to deny that truth. Yet, there’s nothing to deny it with, as all other thoughts seem to leave her head. There’s nothing rational for her to grasp onto. No lifeline in the river of lust that has utterly consumed her body.
The painful pleasure morphs into utterly carnal ecstasy, utterly intoxicating as she turns into little more than a bitch in heat, orgasm after orgasm slamming forced unto her. Load after load, orgasm after orgasm, a vicious endless cycle, her eyes utterly glazed over.
She doesn’t even get any break when the centaur goes to sleep, its erect cock still throbbing hungrily inside her. Ember is just little more than just a cocksleeve for the centaur, her pussy abused endlessly.