CHAPTER 1033: CHAPTER 158 - SEX WITH A CENTAUR (2)

"What would you do, Sir Leon?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder like someone asking for directions on a map she’d never read before. Her voice was soft, edged with curiosity and a shy kind of hope. "I have no idea how you humans mate, so I want you to lead it the way you like. I haven’t mated with anyone before—I don’t really know how this goes. Would you... guide me?"

That simple, earnest request hit some private place in me and made my pulse thrum. It was weirdly arousing—like being handed the map to a place I’d only ever glimpsed, and being told I could draw the route.

"Well, I’m not going to complain," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "I do feel some attraction to you." Casual words, but warm. Honest.

"Me too. I’m glad you feel the same." She turned and kissed me again, like sealing the agreement with a promise pressed to my lips.

I cupped the back of her head, feeling the little give of scalp under my palm as she eagerly met my mouth. Her kisses were softer than my first bite at her, tentative but curious—she tried to suck me, to pull, and I matched her, deeper and greedy. She seemed slightly overwhelmed by the way I kissed but she kept trying, reaching to match and learn. It made me grin against her mouth.

My hand slid up and found her breasts. They were enormous. They were beyond what a human chest usually holds, the kind of size that made my fingers splay and still not cover the whole curve. They felt heavy and warm under my palms, rolling slightly between my fingers, soft and stubborn in the best way. The flesh spilled through the gaps between my fingers and my hands couldn’t encompass them but only claim little pieces at a time. It was indulgent and absurd and I didn’t want to stop.

"Mmm...~" she moaned, the sound low and approving as I molded her tits together, like I was shaping something sacred out of flesh.

"Ahh...~" she breathed, and I could hear the little hitch in her voice, that tiny crack that comes when someone’s both embarrassed and thrilled.

"Are you okay?" I asked, teasing a little but earnest.

"Fufufu, I’m fine," she giggled, the sound bubbling out. "It’s just... it’s the first time anyone’s touched them. I feel embarrassed, even though when it started I thought I wouldn’t mind." Her cheeks colored. She was trying to sound casual, but her body betrayed her.

"You’ve got big ones," I said bluntly.

She smiled, a little pleased. "You like them," she said. "That’s good."

I leaned in and pressed my lips to the curve of her neck. I’d expected a smell of earth, leaves, maybe a hint of the outdoors clinging to her hair—but that wasn’t the case. Her hair smelled clean, faintly sweet, like someone who takes care of themselves even in rough places. It gave off the impression of brushed mornings and careful tending. It was unexpectedly nice.

I nipped and sucked at her neck, feeling her shiver. She was ticklish there, and she wiggled, but didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned into it and gave me more of that bare skin to claim.

My hands kept exploring, kneading, squeezing and finding the firm weight of her breasts and holding them close. They were warm, solid, and responsive. They fit in my arms the way a promise fits expectations. They were really snug and comforting.

"Fufufu, you seem impatient," she teased, light and breathy. "Are you that excited? Having sex with a centaur, I mean?"

"Well, can’t you tell?" I said, pressing the ridge of my hardened cock against her spine to make the point obvious. The stiffness pressed into her back, a blunt announcement of what I wanted.

She noticed instantly and smiled. The smile was small and pleased, like someone who’d been given a gift and was delighted to peek at it. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact I was already hard. If anything, it made her bolder.

Slowly, deliberately, I undid the buttons of her clothes, unfastening one by one, moving deliberately so she could feel each little reveal. When the gap opened enough, I slid my hand inside.

Her breasts were firm—not sagging, not soft in a way that gave under pressure—just full and warm and demanding attention. My hands sank into them, feeling the heat and slight bounce, feeling that hum of life that comes with flesh waiting to be used.

It felt ridiculously good. Like falling into a warm bath and discovering it’s deeper than it looked.

"Ahh...~ S-Sir Leon...~" she breathed, voice trembling a little. "I feel... strange...~"

By then, there was nothing left to do but go forward. The pull between us, the purpose of why we were here—some of it political, some of it practical—collapsed under the immediacy of the moment. Her father’s plan aside, right now we were two bodies and a single line of desire.

We began.

She leaned forward and pressed her upper body against one of the trees that crowned the hill, looking back at me over her shoulder with a shape that invited and teased. Her hips jutted toward me, a perfect arc that begged to be filled. She was taller than me, so I called a small motes-of-magic trick into being and set a stone beneath my feet. I was steady and patient right now, exactly where I needed it.

The scent of her pussy hung in the air. It was wet, bright, like morning dew on green leaves—and it hit me with a soft ache. I lowered my head and licked, letting my tongue trace the slick rim of her entrance slow and deliberate.

"Hnn...~" she moaned the instant my tongue touched her, a sharp, involuntary sound that made my chest tighten.

She was different from the others I’d bedded, sure—her being a full centaur—but those differences didn’t change the way her body answered. The same soft twitches as well as the same quickening breath. That consistency was oddly comforting. It meant I knew where to press even though she’s a centaur.

"Nnn...~" she trembled as my tongue worked around the opening of her pussy, tasting the salt and sweetness and the warm, metallic edge of excitement. Her juices pooled and then trailed, and I sucked them up like they were precious. The flavor rolled across my tongue. It was warm, slightly copper, and intoxicating in a way that made me want more.

The sight of her knees wobbling from pleasure only encouraged me. She wasn’t just responding. She was unraveling.

Her upper body shivered with each flick of my tongue. Tiny tremors ran through her muscles as if the pleasure were electricity finding paths through her limbs. She let out a small, breathy cry like someone surprised by how much they could feel.

She might have been a centaur, but her body reacted just like a woman’s. She has the same sweetness as well as the same sensitivity. I rolled her juices across my tongue, the warmth spreading through my mouth.

"S-Sir Leon...~" she breathed, eyes glassy with want. That hazy look—half-pleasure, half-want—said everything. It was permission and plea rolled into one.

I straightened, feeling the tightness in my cock respond to that look. I lined myself up, slow and careful, because the first entry deserved care. I braced one foot on the conjured stone and angled myself.

Then I entered her pressing in until we both felt the shift of the warm and the slick embrace closing around me.