Neko Relief

Line The Shinificer: He made a hiss as the solder behind him prodded him in the back with one of those sticks they all carried yet again. It hurt, and he wanted to turn around and claw the man's eyes out but his arms were bound rather securely by leather straps and kept behind him, had been ever since they'd removed him from his cell. He was distantly worried about being executed but he didn't see that as a likely possibility. He was a decently ranked noble and he'd been kept segregated from the other prisoners at the order of one of this army's commanders. He hissed again, but shuffled forward when yet another jab from the stick slammed into his back. He walked forward under successive jabs until he stood at the center of the tent in front of a large pole that had been sunk into the ground. He was man handled, forced to turn around and stand as the straps that held his arms behind him were tied to a metal ring sunk into a pole. Then the soldiers left him there...alone. He briefly inspected the tent, some chests, a desk...no chairs, plenty of cushions though. What kind of commander didn't at least have a stool? There was a division in the tent, a wall made of canvas, apparently there was a second room, a bedroom maybe? He could hear some shuffling in there so presumably the person who'd had him delivered to this tent was in there.

 

He sighed and looked down to himself, his uniform was filthy, as was his long fuzzy tail and his short hair. He could feel fleas hopping around his body and at some point someone had stolen all of his jewelry...even his bellybutton piercing was gone. His skin was pale, almost alabaster white and his eyes were a deep green, and he was rather attractive, provided you liked your males lithe and feminine. His arms and legs were covered in a thin layer of silky fuzz, his feet more like paws than human feet, his hands possessing pads and prominent claws. His ears were large and fuzzy, and for the moment he simply sat on the grassy floor of the tent waiting for what may come...

 

Mae von Kriegblut flicks her gaze toward her tent's larger room, the sound of the tent flaps sweeping against each other - and the lack of any formal declaration of entrance - presumably signifying the delivery of the evening's entertainment. The tent flaps sound off again as she finishes off the report she'd be considering, the centaur captain's duties not limited to merely crushing foes in battle. A minute or so later, she divests herself of the papers and quill and stretches out her powerful, muscular form, suppressing a groan as she does; so sore she is, certainly in need of some...relaxation. Still wearing her uniform, albeit slightly disheveled here and there, she bites her lip as she grins to herself, a hand idly brushing against her chest. She'd bottled up far more tension than could be healthy, particularly considering the time of month, and in the coming hours it would only get worse unless she relieved herself. Her loins ache with a primal need, the thick lips of her sex engorged with blood, the scent of her womanhood shamefully wafting around freely; the centaur is in heat, and satisfaction will be hers.

 

Pressing the thin canvas barrier out of the way, she peers into the next room, staring imperiously down at the chosen victim; an effeminate choice, in all manners. She audibly snorts as she gazes down at the neko, decidedly anything but impressed. Stepping through the threshold, her hooves making little noise on the dirt, she towers over the man, her arms folded under her breasts, a disdainful expression drawn across her face. Stopping mere inches from him, she holds herself up straight, doing her considerable best to intimidate him.

 

Line The Shinificer the neko looks up at her with the dispassion that only felines can manage. He's intimidated, can't help but be. The centaurs had proven to be surprisingly effective in battle, it certainly hadn't helped that the mercenaries who'd been contracted to support his band had fled at the first sign of hard fighting. Still, he was good at dissembling and did his best to look disinterested at the centaur... keeping the act up was difficult. The air was thick with the pungent aroma what was unmistakably a Mare's heat. (It reminded him of the stables back home) Such a scent did not bode well for the future. "So, is there some way I can help you Miss...?"

 

Mae von Kriegblut snorts again, derisively, smirking for a moment as she stares down at the neko; a few moments later, she unfolds an arm to reach down and backhand the fellow. "Watch that tongue, cretin; I may have use of it, but wag it overlong at me and I won't hesitate to tear it from your skull." Her tone is decidedly serious, the centaur sounding as though she might do it as casually as she would go for a stroll. Eyeing him closer now, taking in the finer details of his form, she tilts her head this way and that, dragging her vision along his attractive form. Her lips curl, the woman shaking her head with contempt. "Pathetic. They call you a soldier?"

 

Line The Shinificer sees the blow coming and rolls with it. That manages to mitigate the damage somewhat but he still winds up with a hand mark on his cheek. "No," He responds in a mildly peeved tone. "They call me a scout." He turns his gaze away from the centaur and lets his ears lay flat against his skull. He can tell this encounter is going to end in a great deal of unpleasantness, best not to contemplate what uses she has for his tongue. He does however bring his long, fuzzy tail around to cover his groin. He didn't like how long her eyes lingered there. Her scorn, and her clear attraction to him... It was an oddly thrilling mix. "My duties involved attaining intelligence for my military for use in military campaigns." He knew she wasn't interested in interrogating him but the longer he kept up the act the longer his humiliation would be kept at bay. "No doubt my intelligence is woefully out of date so interrogating me will probably be pointless."

 

Mae von Kriegblut glares down at him severely, her large, blue eyes communicating quite a bit of danger - the sort he'd likely seen on the field that day. "It is a surety you intelligence is sorely lacking, that much is true." Catching sight of his embarrassed attempt to hide his precocious genitals, she laughs meanly, a callous edge to the throaty sound. "Do not bother hiding your shame. I doubt you could pleasure your own women with that, much less me." She leans down a foot or so, stepping uncomfortably close, the muscles of her body flexing impressively. "Or do you serve as an interim? Perhaps while the men are dying on the field, you're lending your assets..." The centaur lifts a hoof to nudge at his enticing hip. "...to the injured and dying?"

 

Line The Shinificer did his best to recoil from the centauress. "Wha- I'm no camp follower!" He actually rose to his feet, thought that only manage to put him high enough to stare at the beastwoman's navel. "J-just what is it you want?" He kept his eyes on Mae's face, this officer was clearly dangerous. The blood in his mouth and the swelling bruise on his face were a testament to that. It was probably best to just swallow his pride and do as she demanded but...he was a neko, and at the end of the day all felines were prideful things. He wouldn't submit to her without putting up a bit of a fight at least. He flinched at her touch, and pressed himself as deeply as he could into the pole he was bound to. "Do you have a reason beyond belittling me to have brought me here?"

 

Mae von Kriegblut presses her lips together, growing more aroused by the moment, though she's uncertain if the heat in her is simply building, or if she's really enjoying bullying the pathetic little man this much. Either way, she can feel the moisture of her equine cunt beading at her nether lips, so sensitive she is. A predatory grin slowly creeps onto her face as she watches the neko vainly try to hide himself against the pole. "Belittling you is entertainment in itself; I could surely fill my days with your whimpering-" She nudges his thigh at that, hard. "-and never want for more. But I do want more, and, useless as you truly are, you might prove worthwhile in the end. That is, if you wish to keep yourself intact..."

 

Line The Shinificer winces, he's certain that Mae's hoof has left a bruise on his thigh. That's not the real concern, the concern is the smell and the predatory gleam in Mae's eyes. The way her tongue slides across her lips. He's seen that look in the eyes of soldiers who are raping women... He'd always found that somewhat distasteful. Considering his appearance he should've figured that he'd be due for some unwanted attention should he get captured. "Just tell me what you want." He turns his gaze away and stares at the ground, unwilling to face that predator's stare. "I'm not even going to bother offering intelligence to you," He bites down on his lip and lets his tail fall away. His uniform pants are loose, but not so loose they can hide the erection Mae's scent has created. "You don't need beastman senses to smell your desire."

 

Mae von Kriegblut finds herself overwhelmed with emotions for a moment as her captive's resolve crumbles, his surrender causing the fire in her to burn several magnitudes hotter. Breathing heavily and quite audibly, she shivers, feeling supremely powerful in that moment. "You know what I want, then, nosy little man." Backing up a step, she swiftly turns herself, presenting her rump to him, her flanks visibly wet with her moisture. Lifting her tail languidly, she drags the tip of it across her slavering lips, almost making herself moan from even that mere touch. Backing up towards him, she presses her hair out of the way, holding it against her head and offering an attractive profile of her upper body, a look of absolute hunger painted across her blushing face. "Please me, scout."

 

Line The Shinificer would recoil but he has nowhere to go. The scents of sweat, piss, most prominently, feminine desire are overpowering. He can't bring himself to push his face against that slavering equine cunt so instead he brings his tail up and presses it's fuzzy length against her sex. He doesn't bother hiding his disgust, but he closes his eyes and shivers. His tail is sensitive, he can feel the warm slime that coats her netherlips soaking through his fur, coating him in her scent. It's demeaning, being forced to pleasure this creature. The only centaurs he's ever known have been farmers and similar hard workers... for a man of noble blood to be forced to act like a common street walker... "Tch, don't you bathe?"

 

Mae von Kriegblut gasps, drawing in breath sharply as the neko's tail rubs ever so slightly against her; her fingers ball up into fists as a jolt of animalistic pleasure courses along her spine. Turning her head away from him, she bites her lip again, somewhat shocked at her incredibly aroused state. Then again, how could she be embarrassed in front of him, worthless little cat that he is? Dully she registers his sarcastic little comment, and luckily for him she chooses her lust over the little spark of anger it brings. "Mmmm, but that's what you're here for, kitten. Normally I have devoted servants to groom me, but I gave them the day to leisure when we so easily crushed you." Reaching up above her shoulder, she crooks a finger, smiling lewdly. "Don't be shy now...I'd hate to have to force you."

 

Line The Shinificer doesn't want to... but he hardly has a choice in the matter. He lets his tail continue pressing against her sex, writhing like some sort of living thing. His eyes are on her upper body, that crooked finger, that clear and definite demand to lean forward and put his other assets to use... He can't hold back, no matter how much he wants to. He leans forward and tears begin flowing from his eyes. Her scent is powerful, almost powerful enough to make him forget the shame of being reduced to little more than a camp follower... But not quite. The heat coming off her body is immense, he can feel it rolling in waves, can feel sweat slowly beading on his skin... Eventually he has to pull the tail away and then he slowly starts lapping at the centaur's sex. His tongue is longer than a humans, wider too, and covered in small fleshy bumps. He shivers and gags a little, her taste is potent and musky. He shouldn't speak up, but he can't help himself. "this is humiliating!"

 

Mae von Kriegblut snorts, a wild, feral sound, and again and again as she tries to deal with her burning need suddenly being met, even if only teasingly. She wraps her arms around herself, gripping her waist tightly for lack of anything else to hold on to as her powerful form trembles with desire. "Again...again, damn you! MORE!" While it seems that even his presence behind her is stimulating in a sense, it's a mere whisper of a breeze when she desires a gale to billow in her sails. Catching his muttering almost by chance, she wraps her horsey tail around his neck, yanking him forward as she presses herself back against him, pulling his nose right into her sex. "G...get to w-work!"

 

Line The Shinificer can't help but inhale some of Mae's girlspunk as she forces him into her sex. If he opens his mouth wide and tilts his head just so he can manage to breath but it takes some effort, and in the meantime his nose is full of thick, musky mare juice. He grunts and struggles, doing his very best to dislodge his nose from it's current position but all he can do is rub his forehead against her lewdly puckering asshole and lap weakly at her sex. At some point something snaps inside of him and he presses his tongue inside of her and laps at the smooth walls of her sex, searching for a sensitive portion of her sex that will finally get this domineering terror to cum so that she can be rid of him. In the meantime he can feel her tail flexing and twitching around his throat, almost like a collar. The hold is somehow a mix between affectionate and possessive.

 

Mae von Kriegblut grits her teeth, shuddering with effort as she tries to keep some composure, even as she snorts again, stamping one of her front hooves. She's unable to suppress the first moan, though, and oddly girlish sound, dripping with excitement and need; the pleasure the touch of him between her drooling lips gives her is nearly eclipsed by the promise of more his sparse ministrations gives her. The centaur pulls him even tighter against her needy cunt, trying not to outright choke him as she does, and that grip loosens considerable when he dives in. The miniscule penetration has its charm, but the way his divine tongue drags against her pulsing insides drives her immediately wild, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she tries to breathe.

 

Line The Shinificer has no real choice but to keep licking at her insides, it took some effort but he slowly began to catalogue her G-Spots by listening to her gasps, moans, and paying attention to her body language. Every time he pulled back he was met with that tightening tail and her body rammed back against him, crushing him against the post. He played a game of pulling back to take a few desperate gasps of air before plunging back into Mae's slavering pussy, he even went so far as to tickle the pucker of her ass hole with the tips of his ears by leaning them forward and wiggling them. Anything to bring her closer to orgasm and ending this strange, humiliating trial. Surely she wouldn't have any need for him after she'd cum.

 

Mae von Kriegblut cries out under the cat's unrelenting tongue, finally feeling some true relief as he incessantly pokes and prods and laps at her silky walls. Her hands, fingers twitching, have found their way to her breasts and begun squeezing and fondling them, the centaur idly wanting to rip her uniform off but to enraptured to bother doing so. Her forelegs suddenly bow after several minutes of the neko's lavishing treatment, and she quickly kneels down, tucking them under herself carefully - and more promptly presenting her backside to him. Her quivering pussy feels like a lightning storm, crackling with irrepressible ecstasy, womanly juices spilling out of her copiously as she bears down on a powerful climax.

 

Line The Shinificer pulls back, her sex is painfully tight around his tongue and a rush of fluids, splatters across his face and flows downwards soaking his own uniform. He coughs and gags as some of the centaur's cum is swallowed and leans back against the post. He closes his eyes and turns away from her, by now her tail has gone limp and fallen away from his throat leaving him just enough room to relax. He can still feel the heat rolling off her body, and her smell and taste are inescapable but he doesn't have to look at her anymore. Where Mae is thrilled he finds himself shamed, incapable of saying something snide or even asking when he'll be allowed to clean himself. Despite everything however his erect hasn't subsided, and there's a small voice in his hand screaming at him to mount this nickering whore...

 

Mae von Kriegblut shudders with absolute delight, her upper body swaying as a soft, fleeting orgasm passes through her, the big horselady whimpering like a maiden as she momentarily loses control. Releasing her bound up breasts, one hand goes to the ground to keep her from collapsing entirely, something a little too shameful for her to endure even in front of him. After a few delicious moments, she's set to gasping, sucking in air as she tries to regain her composure a bit. Terribly, though, it seems that while she has gotten some relief, it's only made her more wanton and hungry... Picking herself up, she turns her body just enough to face the neko, shoving at his side to turn him. Grabbing at his wrists, she furiously yanks at his bonds, putting her might into it and ripping one entirely off; his hands are quickly freed and if he's curious as to her goal, it becomes clear soon enough. Laying back down, her sodden pussy waving at him in the air, she gives him a desperate look, the expression of a female needing to be bred. "Show me your worth, cat!"

 

Line The Shinificer gulps and looks down at his arms, there are welts hidden underneath the fur from where the leather scraped along his skin. He looks back up to her, the centaur's eyes are wild with passion and even now he can see that predatory glimmer. His first instinct is to run, but no doubt she'd chase him down and in her current state she's as likely to trample him as to drag him back for use as a source of sexual relief. He gives a shuddering sigh, reaches down and unbuttons his pants, a few moments later a long pink spike covered in fleshy nubs emerges from his pants, clearly his feline traits run deep. He places his hands on Mae's rump and carefully lines up his shaft before ramming himself home, his shaft is covered in its own coating of precum and her sex is wet and well lubricated by now. With other women he would've taken his time, slowly worked his way up to a hard and fast pace but he doesn't bother here. Instead he works off all his nervousness and lust in a series of thrusts of forceful thrusts that bruise his own hips, even at this speed though the nubs that cover his penis do their work and rub against erogenous zones the centaur may not have even known she possessed...

 

Mae von Kriegblut stares back at the neko with terrible, building anticipation, every passing moment becoming more and more unbearable as she waits for him to bury himself inside her. She mumbles quietly, her gaze starkly focused on his hands working at his crotch, her heart leaping as his exotic prick is finally bouncing free. She wiggles her backside very blatantly, begging for him to hurry and fuck her; he fulfills her desire almost immediately, tearing a strangled scream from her as his amazing cock stirs her up like nothing she's ever felt. Her forearms are all that separate her from the ground as she can't bear to hold herself up any longer, her upper body laying parallel as her hindquarters stick up in the air like a sopping beacon. The raw power with which he ruts into her is shocking to the centaur, his motions skillful and expertly guided, tears beginning to spill from her eyes as she's overwhelmed by the savage sensations. The formerly domineering captain is reduced to a whimpering mare, compliantly whimpering as she's forcefully bred.

 

Line The Shinificer doesn't last very long, Mae's depths are welcoming and wet, like a hot silken vice. If he were any larger he'd find it harder to rutt her, she's incredibly tight and the relative size difference is the only thing that lets him ream her like a man possessed. But as time passes he finally loses control and sprays his thick, musky seed across her walls. He works his hips, drawing out every last drop before lazily beginning to buck his hips, his eyes are on her, watching...waiting for signs of her coming orgasm. Whatever his skills as a scout he's a well trained lover, and considering the power of this mare it would only make sense to please her. At some point he begins purring, the vibration spreads from his diaphragm to the rest of his body, it travels up his cock and soon enough Mae finds her partner's maleness doesn't just have accessories designed to tease sex but a vibration function as well.

 

Mae von Kriegblut shrieks with agonized pleasure as the neko ruthlessly ravages her leaking cunt, the folds of her woman her grasping futilely at his pistoning member, their mixed fluids splattering all over. All it takes to tip her over the edge again is the sudden burst of molten, creamy cum spraying into her, painting her insides a pearly white. Something deep and instinctual inside her is triggered, some base desire to be impregnated like a wild animal, and her mind goes completely blank as she climaxes much, much more powerfully than before. Her pussy nearly crushes him as it clenches down and spasms, the centaur woman shrieking and shuddering, sounding almost as though she's been wounded. Female ejaculate practically sprays out of her, and, control of her bladder lost, urine does as well.

 

Line The Shinificer pushes away from Mae and stands before falling first to his knees and then collapses onto Mae's rump, his torso laying draped over her rear. He's exhausted, malnourished and worked to his very limit. He'd try to run, to escape and leave this lust crazed nightmare of a beastwoman to her own devices but he doesn't have the strength... and even if he did he's covered in her sexual juices and her urine. He can feel his sense of worth slipping, she's turned him into nothing more than a breeding tom... A slave meant to bring her pleasure. He can't even bring himself to claw her or bite her as punishment for this humiliation...It's all he can do to stay awake...