Forgehound centaur

“And then I walk free, right?” you ask.

“God, yes,” the leithan replies. “With any luck I’ll never see you again in my life. But then again,” he continues, laughing a little and tapping the keratin protrusions on his head, “I’ve got a funny feeling you’ll be back. Now turn around, bitch.”

“Hey, you don’t need to be rude,” you mutter, turning around and looking back. “Like this?”

“That’s right. So you can follow an instruction if I keep it simple enough,” the man says, letting out a breath of relief. “Good girl.”

You wiggle your generous, powerful ass a little, waiting for your stud. He’s quick to remove your suit of gray goo armor, letting your coverings slide down your hindlegs to the ground. He’s on top of you not even a second later, scrabbling around your sides to get a proper grip - fuck, he’s big! And not even his cock! You’re having trouble just staying upright with such a gigantic leithan on top of you.

His body is so big you’re practically enveloped, his forelegs almost touching the ground even while he’s on top of you. You have an inkling of how this is going to end, but you’ll do your best and stay standing for now - his cock’s not even inside yet, and that’s going to be the best part!

“Stay still, cumdump,” he grunts. You can feel his powerful hips shifting behind you, getting himself in position. You can already tell this is going to be very, very rough. “Here.”

With a single thrust, he spears your slobbering, near-equine vagina a foot deep with his gigantic, swollen cock. Your eyes cross momentarily at the feeling of it, your tiny tensing up at the moment of entry not at all enough to have protected you. A groan of surprise leaks from your lips, your scaled legs shaking already. How fucking big is his dick that he can get a full foot of himself inside you on the first thrust? You can’t even feel his groin against your hindquarters, not to mention...

“Bet you didn’t expect a dogcock, huh?” he sneers from behind you. “The tip’s usually nothing impressive, not like a horse. But I’ll save telling you why mine is special for the end. For now, you can just moan like the cunt whore you are.”

You do. Not because he told you to, but because it’s unavoidable. You can feel all the minute details of his penetration, the way his doggy cock throbs in time with his heartbeat and leaves a trail of precum in your sensitive canal every time. Fuck, you don’t want to admit it, but the way he’s controlling you is actually pretty hot. He’s got you completely in hand to the point where he might as well have a fucking bit in your mouth and a taur-sized saddle on your back.

“That’s right,” he murmurs. “Submit to your alpha.”

God, every time his cock throbs is just... heavenly. There’s a burst of pleasure in your cunt with each one, almost as if his precum is a drug. You can’t help it. You let out a long, low animal groan of pleasure, your base instincts rising to the fore. Then, just in case you were thinking of recovering your dignity, he shoves another foot of himself inside you and all thoughts fly from your head.

“Oh, god,” you grunt, thrusting back at him. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“Hahaha, that’s what I thought,” he says, closer behind you now but still not balls-deep. Void, his cock must be fucking gigantic. You can feel it stretching out your insides, reshaping you and forcing your body to submit to his whims. “Go ahead and cum.”

It’s not a choice. Wordlessly, you feel yourself tighten up around him as your ultrapornstar-sized tool throbs once, twice, then lets out what feels like the fattest load you’ve ever cum. It splatters against the ground so hard your underbelly is flecked with white cum, staining you with your own seed. Behind you, the dominant man enjoys a luxurious dick massage courtesy of your frantically squeezing and drooling cocksheath. Your juices soak his length, squirting down your shaking hindlegs.

You don’t even make a noise during the process, your mouth just hanging open in dumbfounded awe while your body uncontrollably and emphatically betrays you in the worst way. How did he do that? You’d never even imagined such a thing was possible, that you could just be told to cum and it would happen. This man is special, somehow. Different from all the rest. Suddenly, he’s in your ear.

“Ready to become my breeding bitch?” he whispers.

“Nuh- no,” you gasp, your heart breaking a little. You so badly want to give in but you understand that if you do, it’s all over and you’ll never escape. “Nnnn- never!”

“Hah, you’re strong-willed,” he chuckles, seemingly congratulating you. “But I haven’t even started fucking you yet and you’re already cumming so hard. Wouldn’t it be easier to just give in now? I could make you feel even better.”

“Nnnnngh! Uhhh!” you groan. It only makes it all the worse knowing that every word he’s saying must be true. This man could rule over you like a god if you just let him. “I- I won’t!”

“That’s fine,” he murmurs, calmer than you expected. “You’ll be back anyway.”

He keeps saying that, and you don’t know why. All you know is that he abruptly grabs your hair and pulls, forcing you to bend backwards until you’re looking up into his rugged face.

“I want to see what you look like when I start fucking you,” he states simply, and you try your hardest to scowl. The attempt is ruined when you let out a simpering, submissive moan of need.

Then, as swiftly as he made you cum, he’s fully inside you with one sharp movement of his hips. You’re mixed between shock and wanting to cry with joy, and he can see it all in your face. You can see him grin as he begins to fuck you with all three feet of his cock, his tapered tip pressing against your womb. His smile only spreads when you let out a cry of ecstasy, your shame finally driving you to close your eyes while he spreads you wide and spears your dignity on the end of his stupendous cock.

He promised that you’d walk free, but with every passing minute you’re less and less sure of the prospect of being capable of it. You can feel your ego crumbling before him, becoming more and more his, aided by that infuriating throbbing in his cock that sets your body alight with pleasure and need. He’s dangerous. You should never have agreed to this, it would have been better to fight. Now all you can do is rock underneath him and hope he cums soon and it’ll all be over.

Unfortunately for you, he seems content to just let you cum all on your own for what feels like hours. You start passing in and out of consciousness, eyes glazing over and breathing becoming labored and methodical while he ruts you. The only thing keeping utter submission at bay is a little voice in the back of your head promising you that if you do submit, it will all be over.

That’s the only thing that gets you to the finish line, momentarily rousing yourself from what feels like a drug-induced stupor as the man begins to grunt in pleasure. Oh void, he’s finally going to cum. This is what you’ve been waiting for, you’ll be able to escape afterwards. The chance of escape seems very real now, and you can’t help but let a cry of joy from your lips as he cums.

The next moment, everything is dashed on the rocks. Everything - your mind, your hopes, and even the little voice that was keeping you afloat. All of the things that make you ‘you’ dissipate in a pool of slick, warm seed that jets from the leithan’s cock into your uterus and drowns your mind in a thick, white haze. You stand stock-still, completely accepting of what he has to give. You drink down every load he delivers, obediently squeezing his cock just to give him moral encouragement.

You hardly even notice that he chooses not to knot you, instead pulling out and letting his massive loads begin to run down your ass and underside. Your eyes are completely vacant and glossy, and you don’t even register the hard spank to your flank from your beloved.

“Now get the fuck out and come back when you’re ready to submit completely,” he says.

That’s the last thing you remember from the encounter. When you open your eyes again, you’re alone. What... what was that? It seemed almost like hypnosis or some kind of psychic power, but you’ve never heard of such sudden control. Even now, you can feel an ache inside you, reminding you that you yearn for the man’s touch... and more of that sensational spunk. God, if you could live the rest of your life just getting to drink it - no! Damn it, this is what he was talking about. There’s something addictive about him.

Maybe you’ll ask him about it when you go back and see h-no! Fuck! You’re going to go back and fight him, not fuck him! You shake your head and look down at yourself, steeling your resolve. Yes... you’ll go back and settle this once and for all.