Of Stubbornness and Worn Flanks

“What on this ruinous plane makes you think I would even consider that?”

Leshrac, the Soul of Torment, a mutant centaur radiating with other worldly powers, sternly looked at the opposing musclebound centaur that stood before himself, Bradwarden, the Centaur Warrunner. Leshrac was perched in a grove with similar energies radiating as himself when the Warrunner came charging in without hesitation, asking a question that upset him fundamentally. Bradwarden was unchanged in expression as he saw the tormented one’s reaction. It was clear that the Warrunner’s previous inquisition was not only serious, but he expected an answer from him in a timely manner. Not to mention it was rather rude of Leshrac to Bradwarden’s question with one of his own. Keeping up this pattern meant a long night for the warrior, so he decided to end it.

“You’re a lonesome creature. As you continue to fret about the world around you, your preconceptions of the world keep you from experiencing it, to the point where you are blind to the more favorable things in life like honor or fame or…”, Bradwarden trailed off as he noticed Leshrac scoffed at the warrior, brushing off what he had to say until he continued.

“..doe centaur.”

Leshrac’s ears perked. His stern expression from earlier returned, but that didn’t stop Bradwarden from speaking.

“I’m aware of your relating with the Enchantress. Whatever spell she usually casts doesn’t work on you in a social manner. Now, she’s generally charming, no one can deny that, but to go out of her way try to relate with a mutant such as yourself…She has an interest in you and your distant demeanor. ‘Wanting what she can’t have’ and what not.”, Bradwarden closed the distance between himself and Leshrac, whom remained away from him, sitting next to a radiating tree. “Originally, I was here to crush your skull for making a love triangle between yourself, the Enchantress and I, but on the way here I had a change of heart. Aiushtha is a worthy mate that I intend to keep to myself and the last thing on my mind is losing her to a wretch like you, but in the sense I am not willing to share, I will share in another. In exchange for promising to keep your hands off of what’s mine I offer…nightly companionship, for lack of a better phrase.” Leshrac was taken back a bit. The tormented soul wanted to contemplate a bit more over the offer, but the Warrunner’s patience ran thin. “This conversation would go faster if you would confirm your lonely attitude with words, but I finally see for what you are. Sorry for trying to converse with you.”, the warrior snorted as he proceed to leave, being stopped with a tug on his tail.

“…I accept your offer.”, the smaller centaur let go of Bradwarden’s tail, allowing him to face Leshrac properly. “So I don’t suppose I’ll be on top in this scenario–”

“Brace the tree. I’ll do the rest.”, Bradwarden commanded. The deformed centaur slowly started to turn, but eventually did as commanded. Leshrac faced the tree, holding it a bit loosely. Anticipating a huge weight, the radiant centaur started to peek over his shoulder and received two firm hands on his hindquarters. Bradwarden had taken upon himself to massage Leshrac’s rear for the upcoming events. The luminescent centaur breathed in sharply as his rump was being gripped firmly. Bradwarden prepped his future bounty with his strong hands, warming Leshrac’s thighs by roaming his hands all over, finishing by gripping Leshrac by the base of the tail and lifting him up off the ground. The glowing centaur made an animalistic yelp as he tried to bring his rear hooves to the ground. Bradwarden chuckled and gently put him down, mounting Leshrac’s tender rump shortly afterwards. The smaller centaur felt the large muscular weight on top of him, but it wasn’t too much to bear. In fact, Bradwarden was basically standing over him with Leshrac kneeling a bit. The glowing centaur was never one to match physiques, but the broad difference between the two became ever so obvious to him in this moment of time. Leshrac thought about this for a bit as he was interrupted by a firm slick cock poked at his rear. The preparation that the Warrunner did worked for both parties involved and was ready for the main course as he breached the glowing centaur’s anus.

Leshrac brayed sharply as his body was penetrated by a bovine penis head. Pain echoed through the smaller centaur’s body as tried to brace himself for the physical onslaught. Bradwarden held his position, making sure Leshrac didn’t hurt himself further, as much as he wanted to thrust in further. Leshrac seemed to have calmed down as the Warrunner slowly entered the rest of his penis all the way to the hilt, loosely pinning the glowing centaur to the tree. Moaning and groaning, Leshrac’s body rattled with pain and ecstasy as he was filled with Bradwarden’s cock. The lithe centaur got a chill down his spine as the Warrunner proceeded to buck in and out of Leshrac. As Bradwarden started to deeply thrust into his mate for the time, he noticed that Leshrac was getting shivers down his spine. He continued to thrust to his pleasure but the Warrunner proceeded to massage Leshrac’s shoulders. Bradwarden hesitated at first, following through when he saw that Leshrac was clearly overwhelmed. The glowing centaur panted and moaned with each of Bradwarden’s thrusts, getting pushed into the tree. It was uncomfortable, but with the head-rush the luminescent centaur was feeling he didn’t care; the fierce treatment to his hindquarters was too much. The Warrunner snorted loudly as his pleasure increased, tensing his hands on Leshrac’s shoulders. The glowing centaur’s body’s with a warmth he had never felt before. The combination of the tight orifice, Leshrac’s irregular clenching and Leshrac’s magic-laced body made Bradwarden start to orgasm, but he didn’t stop thrusting. With each glob of semen Bradwarden shot into Leshrac, he gave a strong the smaller centaur a strong thrust. Leshrac’s felt his body fill with the warm seed more and more as Bradwarden thrusted harder and harder. The Warrunner gave the smaller centaur one final thrust as Leshrac’s ass started to overflow with bull centaur semen. When the bull centaur finished, he slowly backed off of Leshrac and let the glowing centaur stagger in place, later falling to the ground to onto his side as Bradwarden stood strong regardless of the powerful orgasm.

“That was rather…something.”, spoke as the Warrunner cracked his neck. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to give another attempt to charming the enchantress.”, heading off away from the soiled centaur on the ground.

“…flowers.”, Bradwarden stopped, peering back at Leshrac. “She likes flowers. Yellow ones to be precise.”, Bradwarden changed his peer to a hard glare as the glowing centaur mentioned something about Aiushtha that he didn’t know, sending a chill down Leshrac’s back, but continued on his way.

Bradwarden looked forward and treaded on. “I’ll remember that.”, thanked the Warrunner as walked out of luminescence of Leshrac’s grove.