A Centaur's Fun

This story was commissioned by Ginoguy and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred). It is a sequel to A Centaur's Frustration, which was commissioned by Hack_Blowfist. The original commissioner gave permission for his story premise to be expanded on by someone else.

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I sighed and rubbed my forehead, pushing aside the blonde hair plastered to my sweaty skin. It was only noon, but it had already been a long day. I twisted and looked over my shoulder at my progress.

The iron-tipped plough I was pulling would probably be too heavy for a human to pull easily, but for a centaur like me? Well, let's just say there was a reason that humans relied on horses and oxen to pull their ploughs for them. The new harness Marrik had designed for hitching to the plough wasn't very comfortable, but I couldn't argue with the results: I'd left a perfect line of broken, upturned soil behind me.

I went through the painstaking process of turning around to start a new row. It was already a bit more work for me to do an about-face than for a human, since I had a long bottom torso and twice as many legs to contend with, and the plough behind me only made it more arduous. The wheels on either side of the beam had a wide turning radius, so I had to go a little ways out and turn slowly before I could line myself up again. But the results were certainly worth the effort.

An adolescence spent helping out on my adoptive family's farm meant that I'd known full well how much work farming was, but it wasn't until I had my own land that I realised just how much planning and organizing was involved in growing food.

I had been incredibly lucky that my adoptive brother, Renard, had a field so large that he and his family couldn't manage it themselves, and doubly lucky that he'd offered me an entire segment of it all to myself, so long as I was willing to do all the work of tending to it. It was a win-win arrangement for both of us: I got land to grow food on so I could earn an income, and he would have the comfort of knowing that someone he trusted was tending to this tract. And keeping any of his neighbours from stealing it.

The laws were a bit thinner in the Northern Stretch, especially way out here in Lyubenstead. Good, fertile land wasn't exactly plentiful around here-- if you had some that you left abandoned for too long, it was perfectly legal for someone else to snatch it up and make use of it. So, like I said, this arrangement was a win-win for my "brother" and me.

And if I was doubly lucky to be able to benefit from this arrangement, then I was triply lucky for having someone to share it with.

Before starting on the next line, I took a moment to watch as Marrik followed in my path. The huge, grey-skinned man had a thick bag slung over one shoulder. He dipped into it and pulled out another fistful of seeds, sprinkling them evenly in the furrow I'd left. It would be a good four months of hard work before those seeds could be harvested, but in time they would grow into enough oats to last us through the winter.

Marrik was more than seven feet tall, as the humans around here measured heights, and about as broad as a barn. He was the first man I'd met who was actually taller than me-- as a centaur, I looked like a human woman from the waist-up, but everything below that was horse, which meant I was equipped with four long legs. That left me a lot taller than any of the humans I'd grown up among, taller than anyone I'd known. Until I met Marrik, that is.

In addition to being the first person to be able to look down at me, Marrik was also the first man I'd ever... A flush warmed my cheek as I thought about that night, and I giggled quietly to myself.

Waiting twenty years to lose my virginity had been tough, but Marrik had been worth the wait.

I started forward again, dragging the solid weight behind me and gritting my teeth against the resistance as the iron bit into the soil and tore through clumps of dirt. My part took a lot more time than Marrik's, but he'd spent the first half of the morning tending to the rest of our small farm, namely our cow and five chickens.

It wasn't much of a farm, but it was ours. After years of bouncing between small jobs for barely enough pay to afford a drafty barn, having a place of my own-- our own-- was sheer heaven.

Marrik looked up as our paths brought us close again, and gave me a slow, wide smile. My heart fluttered in my chest at the sight of him and his beautiful smile, and I sighed again. And this time, my sigh had nothing to do with exertion.

"How are the chicks?" I stopped moving again to indulge in a moment of quiet time. "And Bess?"

"They're all fine, my dear," he said with another smile that had my heart doing flip-flops. "Too hot to wear your modesty blanket today?"

I glanced behind at my equine rump, exposed and sweating lightly in the early spring sun. I had a small blanket I usually draped above my rear hips, which hung down over my tail and covered... everything I didn't want anyone else to see. But pulling a plough was hard work, and I didn't want more clothing making me even hotter while I worked. On my top half, I was only wearing a bandeau and a half-shirt that didn't even cover my stomach.

"Why should I, in the comfort of my own field?" I asked in a teasing tone.

"Oh, believe me, Tali, I wasn't complaining." His grin got a bit wider at that. A bit more hungry. He let his eyes rove down from my face to my breasts, my exposed midriff, then slowly back up. "I don't mind one bit."

I rolled my eyes playfully at him and started moving again. Since moving into our new home together, a barn that we had converted into a living space, Marrik and I had gotten into the habit of teasing each other quite a bit. Teasing each other and... Well, we'd shared a space over the whole winter, and we had gotten creative with finding ways to stay warm.

It wasn't long before Marrik caught up with me. Sowing seeds took a lot less time than ripping apart the earth, after all. He left the bag of seeds behind to mark how far he'd gotten, then walked ahead to keep pace with me. He could have started covering the seeds and tamping down the earth while waiting for me to till more, but I liked the company.

"You know," he started in that playful voice he always used when he was thinking about sex-- which was a lot of the time, to be honest-- "I really do enjoy getting behind you and planting my seed. Nothing better in the whole world."

I blushed again and snorted at his dirty joke. While we'd had plenty of sex where he finished in my mouth, on me, on even on himself, he really did prefer "planting his seed" in my pussy. I felt sweet warmth spread outwards from my stomach and pool a bit further back at the thought.

As an act of revenge for his remorseless teasing, I trotted a bit faster and pulled ahead of him, then lifted my tail nice and high. With my yellow-haired tail up and out of the way, Marrik would have a perfect view of my black-lipped vagina. While some human men had made me feel like a freak for my equine genitalia, Marrik had made it very clear just how much he liked and desired that part of me. He'd shown me with his fingers and his tongue in the past, and today he showed me with a grunt of surprised arousal.

And then, to make sure I left him as excited and frustrated as I was feeling, I kept my tail up and off to the side as I pulled ahead, and ignored his flirtatious remarks. Marrik was stuck behind me, enjoying the view, for the better part of two hours.

By the time evening hit, most of the field was tilled and turned, and the beans, oats, and squashes had been sown. The animals were content, the farm was well-taken care of, and as for Marrik and I... Well, I was so horny that I could barely stand, and the erection I'd spied straining against his pants a few times today told me that Marrik was right there with me. The glimpses of my glistening pussy had been like a red flag in front of a bull all day, and it was obvious I'd left him hot and bothered.

Hells, I'd even made sure to stop and do some stretches while he was watching, thrusting my chest out and writhing, just to make sure he was paying attention.

He unhitched the plough from my harness and pushed it up against our barn-house, where it would be safe from any unexpected rain, then turned his attention to the harness itself. The look on his face told me all I needed to know, and I physically shuddered in anticipation as Marrik started slowly circling me.

"Guess we'd better get this off," he breathed, his mouth mere inches from my ear.

Goosebumps trickled down my skin at the feeling of his hot breath on my ear, and the effect only magnified as he put a single finger on my equine flanks and slowly ran it along the horse-like portion of my body.

"There's no one else I would trust to get... it... off," I panted as heat swelled up in my core. Damn that man, he knew exactly how to tease me. His touch was gentle, barely a tickle, and I yearned to feel him grab me and pull me against him. Harness or no, I would not have complained if he'd pulled down his pants and started fucking me right there in the yard. "No one does it like you, Marrik."

He paused his movement when he came to the first buckle on the strap that crossed under my stomach, near my hind legs. The giant of a man undid the buckle with agonizing slowness, even though I knew full well he could have managed it in a mere moment. I was raring to go, like the horse I half-resembled, and he was still teasing me.

"Patience, Talashi," he cooed when I stomped my rear hoof without even meaning to.

I sighed in frustration as he made his slow way along, running his hand along my flank until he came to the next strap and buckle, this one going from the base of my humanoid back, where skin transitioned into horsehide, and around my ribs. He slid a finger between the leather strap and my skin, and slowly ran the digit along the full length of the belt, like he was testing how tightly it sat on me.

With glacial slowness, he undid that second buckle, then started on the third strap. This one connected to the second on the bottom of my equine chest, and ran between my front legs to connect with the belt that went around my humanoid waist. Unfortunately for him and his games, the third buckle was well within my reach, and I undid it with impatient, jerky motions. With all the straps undone, I was able to pull the harness off from the side, and I threw the whole thing negligently to land on the plough's wooden beam.

Marrik clicked his tongue in a "tut-tut-tut" of mock-disappointment, but I knew full well that he was as eager as I was. And just to prove it...

"Race you there!" I called as I abruptly took off in a run, clearing the corner of our home before Marrik could so much as shout, "Hey!" in indignation.

I heard his heavy boots pounding the earth behind me as I yanked open the large door and sprang into our home.

What had started as an old barn, built by Renard's grandfather back when they actually used this part of their fields, had been converted into a house fit for a centaur. Marrik and I had replaced the walls with fresh planks of wood and refinished the floor, then we had worked on the interior itself.

Now the hayloft was a walled-in storage area-- which only Marrik could get into, since my legs weren't compatible with ladders-- with a separate space below that was mostly walled in, save for a doorway that we'd covered with an old horse blanket that served as a curtain. I ran past that small, curtained room, which now served as our "washroom", with an open window for air circulation and a bucket for holding... waste.

The main floor space was a single open room, with a clay-brick fireplace and a counter on one wall to serve as a kitchen, and a table along another wall. There was only one chair at the table, of course, since I couldn't sit down on human furniture. The only other furniture in the main room was a "recliner" that Marrik had designed and built for me: a tall, triangular wooden frame with one long face covered by canvas. The piece of centaur furniture sat on a blanket, and I'd spent a few free afternoons laying on the blanket and leaning against the soft canvas "hammock" to relax like a human might on a couch.

I'd been so touched when Marrik first showed me the piece of furniture he'd invented for me that I'd actually cried.

My hooves clopped on the wooden floor as I wove around the centaur recliner now, Marrik's heavy footfalls directly behind me. I made a straight line for the last room of our home: a full third of the barn that we'd walled off with a moveable canvas divider to turn into a semi-private bedroom. I pushed through the curtained door just a moment before Marrik, and had just enough time to turn around and face him before he skidded into our bedroom.

"Got you," he said at the exact time as I joyfully shouted, "I win again!"

We stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing together. What I'd thought of as a race, Marrik had imagined as a chase. We had both won our imaginary games, and had both earned the day's prize.

Marrik and I moved at the same time, closing the brief distance between us. I seized the front of his shirt in desperate fists at the exact same time as he grasped the sides of mine. Our lips met a bare instant later, twinned groans announcing our lust.

"Get this thing off," I ordered him.

Once again, he spoke at the exact same time as me: "Why is this still on?"

We paused for a moment in surprise and delight at our synchronicity, then we were scrabbling once again. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, and he let go of my top to take his shirt the rest of the way off. As soon as his hands were off my shirt, I crossed my arms and grabbed the bottom of it with both hands, then shucked the garment off and tossed it aside. I was completely nude save for the band I wore around my breasts to keep them from bouncing too much while I worked, while Marrik still had his pants on-- that hardly seemed fair.

Again our lips met, and Marrik snaked one hand behind my neck to pull my face into his. Not that I ever needed any encouragement to kiss him. We had only been together for maybe four months, but that was enough time for me to learn that I really, really liked kissing my giant.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, running appreciative palms over the hard lines of his muscles. He'd been fit when I first met him, but a few months of cutting wood and renovating our home had really helped Marrik to get toned. Even as I was enjoying the feeling of his chest, shoulders, and back-- and anything else I could reach, really-- Marrik's other hand shot to my chest. He pushed the bottom of my chest band up until my breasts came free from it with a jiggle.

Marrik wasted no time grabbing for my breast, sliding his large hand over the generous swell of my tit. I shuddered and moaned a quiet, "Mm," of pleasure against his lips as he slid his rough palm over the tip of my breast. My nipple stiffened at his touch, and I unconsciously pushed my breast against his hand.

"Fuck, I love these breasts so much, Tali." Marrik squeezed my breast lightly as he spoke, squishing soft skin in his strong hand.

"And they love you right back," I giggled against his lips. "I think you're the first guy to think all of me is hot."

"Anyone who ever passed up getting to spend time with you is an idiot," he said seriously. He broke the kiss to look me right in the eye as he spoke, making sure I knew that he meant what he was saying. I noticed his hand didn't leave my chest, however-- Marrik was the kind of man who held onto the things he cared about. "But their loss is my gain."

"And mine." I pulled him back towards me by the shoulders, bringing him in for another kiss.

Marrik took hold of my cloth bandeau and pulled it over my head, leaving me the rest of the way bare. Now he used both hands to palm my breasts, groping and squeezing my ample curves. I had pretty big tits even for my wide frame, but Marrik had very big hands. Just one more way that we were a perfect fit for each other.

While my almost-giant lover busied himself playing with my breasts, I let my hands slide down his own chest, over the muscles of his pectorals and over his abdomen. And then lower still.

"Mm," he groaned in approval as I ran my palms down the front of his pants. If I'd been at all unsure if Marrik was feeling excited about our kissing and touching, the stiff muscle straining against the confines of his pants would have cleared any and all doubts. I undid the front of his belt with far more speed than he'd used on all of my buckles a few minutes ago, and slid my hand under the band of his underwear.

A quiet moan of anticipation slipped past my lips as I brushed my fingers against his naked cock. I took hold of his shaft and gently squeezed it, and was rewarded with the feeling of it swelling in my hand. With his penis tucked down the front of his pants and against one of his legs, I couldn't even trace his full length without bending down.

Warmth doubled in me, then doubled again until I could feel it overflowing and spilling down over my swollen lips as I stroked Marrik's cock in his pants. That dick, that wonderful tool of his, had scared away the human women he'd tried to get close to before he had found me. Not one, not two, but three different women had gotten his clothes off and turned tail in fear that his thick cock would "ruin" them for any future husbands. But from the first moment I'd laid eyes on his cock, I'd felt nothing but hunger for it.

Marrik may have been hung like a stallion, but I was literally built like a mare. It was like he had been designed to be a perfect fit for me, and I'd been born to take his cock.

He broke the kiss and slid his hands from my breasts, and I shivered in anticipation again as my man started circling around me. Marrik left one hand on me, running his palm along my soft, fuzzy hide as he strode towards my rear. I could have turned a bit to speed things along, but I was enjoying the slow anticipation as he made his way around. His hand slid along, further and further, towards the center of the heat radiating out from me.

I lifted my golden-yellow tail again as Marrik stepped behind me-- not to tease this time, but to give him easier access.

"Gods, you're fucking soaked," he said with a whistle of appreciation. "I thought you were teasing me all day, but maybe you were just teasing yourself."

"Please, Mar," I whined as the heat and need swelled inside of me. "Touch me now."

Marrik chuckled, but he didn't keep me waiting. To my relief, he moved his hand to cup my aching lips without any more teasing. Then his fingers were pressing into me, and I couldn't hold back the moan that rolled up through me at the much-needed touch.

"Gods, yes." My voice was high and needy as his touch deepened, two fingers sliding into my wetness. My inner walls put up no resistance. His fingers may have been thick, but they weren't nearly as thick as the dick he'd been giving me almost daily for most of a season, and I was slick with arousal. Before long, he was pumping those fingers in and out of me, swirling and twisting as he went. "Shit, Marrik. Just like that."

He held onto my hip with one hand, and I only then realised that I had been lightly stomping with a rear hoof as he stroked me. Then he brought his thumb down to rub over the small bulb at the top of my pussy, where the outer lips met. My clit was swollen and responsive, and the added sensation left my eyes rolling up towards the back of my head.

His fingers slid out of me, leaving me empty and vacant for a moment. Then I heard the distinctive clink as his belt buckle, still looped into his pants, landed on the floor. I could picture him without even needing to look-- the way his swollen cock would look in his huge hand, the look of eagerness on his face as he angled it upwards and stepped up behind me. I felt the tip of him brush against my inner labia, and held my breath in anticipation of what was about to come. But there was something else I wanted to do...

"Marrik, wait," I panted. And while he was a giant of a man, and possessed of a bit of a temper and no small amount of domineering competitiveness, he froze where he was. He always listened to my limits in the bedroom, was always attentive to my needs, and never did anything I didn't want. It was why I felt so safe around him.

"I want to try something," I told him in a breathless voice. I was so hot, so eager, and the anticipation was killing me. But my curiosity was winning out over my impatience. "I've been thinking about it for a few days."

"Anything for you, Tali." His deep voice drew goosebumps along my spines. "What do you want to try?"

"Lie down on the bed?" I turned to look over my shoulder as I spoke, admiring Marrik' naked form. He'd let go of himself, leaving his long, thick, pink-grey cock to swing freely as shifted his weight from foot to foot. He gave me another wide grin, a smirk even, and backed up towards our bed without breaking eye contact.

We couldn't figure out any kind of bed frame that would hold both of our large bodies, so we'd eventually settled on just making a wide outline with planks of wood nailed directly onto the floor, filling it with hay, and laying blankets on top. The whole thing was less than a foot tall, which made it easy enough for me to get in and out of bed without having to walk on it with my hooves.

Marrik plopped himself down at the edge of the bed, legs out in front of him, and gave me a wink. "I like the view even better from down here."

I blushed slightly at his words. I was still angled away from him, only able to see him by turning my waist and neck to look over my shoulder, and his eyes were clearly fixed on my exposed backside that was pointing right at his face.

"Okay..." I mumbled as I tried to picture how the angles might work. I'd been thinking about it for most of the day, but I still wasn't quite sure about the logistics. "Maybe slide back up just a little? Yeah, just like that. Now lie back... yeah, perfect."

Marrik laid back on the hay-and-cloth mattress, tucking his arms behind his head in a relaxed pose. One muscle of his in particular still looked tense though, pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

With my tongue poking out between my lips in concentration, I started walking backwards towards him. Horses were capable of backing up, but it was a lot harder to coordinate. Marrik lifted an eyebrow as I stepped over him, but I was careful to keep my hooves on either side of his legs. I managed to get both of my rear hooves up against the wooden bed frame without stepping on him, until I was straddling his knees. Now that I was roughly lined up, the fun part could start.

I put my weight towards my rear legs, and bent a knee on one of my front legs. Then I lowered my front half down until I was on one knee, and tucked the second under myself so that my front legs were down while my ass was hanging above Marrik's waist.

"Do you see what I'm trying to..."

"Oh, I know exactly what you're thinking," he cut in, then chuckled. "Bring it down slow girl, I'll guide your hips. This should be fun."

I did what he suggested, bending my hind legs and letting my rear come down towards him. Marrik took hold of my hips as promised, and I let him direct my motions as I brought my hips down towards him.

"Easy does it," he whispered when I was most of the way down. He spoke to me like you might talk to an overeager horse, but... to be honest, that's exactly what I was right now. "There, come straight down."

I eased my rear down towards him until the tip of his hardness was pressing against my underside. He took one hand off of my hip, and I felt him drag his cock head along my underbelly and then against my folds. I pushed backwards and downwards, and he slipped into me.

Another moan fell from my lips as the wide crown spread my lips and pushed into my eager pussy.

"Oh, gods," I sighed as I eased myself backwards onto him and felt his cock returning where it belonged. "Oh, Marrik."

I rocked my body, using my four thighs to lift myself up and move forward. But the angle wasn't quite right, and he slid out and fell away as I tried to shift myself forward.

"Damn," he growled. He took his shaft in hand again and used his other hand to guide my hips as I started pushing back against him again. "Maybe try... yeah, come in a bit lower, like... right here."

I gritted my teeth against a plaintive whine as I felt the tip of him press against me for a brief moment before sliding off to the side. We reset the position and tried again, going even slower, and Marrik sighed in a mixture of relief and pleasure as I pushed back against his cock and spread open around it.

"Better," he said appreciatively.

"Better," I agreed. I let my weight carry me back down towards him, and was rewarded with the feeling of him pressing into me once more. I slid down his length until he was buried in me, and it was my turn to sigh with relief.

"That's a bit too much," Marrik grunted behind me, and I twisted my waist until I could see his face. His teeth were gritted in discomfort, probably caused by having a thousand pounds of horse suddenly pressed down onto his pelvis and legs.

"Sorry, Marrik!" I pulled forward immediately, and once again felt the comforting weight and warmth of him fall out of me.

I turned my lower body broadside to him, so I could actually look right at him. He waved a hand of negation, dismissing my concerns that I'd accidentally broken my own lover. "It's alright, Tali. I just think, uh... I don't think that's going to work out..."

"I heard one of the girls in town talk about it," I whispered, eyes on the floor. "She called it 'reverse cowgirl', and I thought it might be fun to try..."

"It was fun to try." The mixture of gentleness and raw lust in his voice drew my gaze back up to his face. "But can we try something else instead?"

His eager grin was infectious, and I felt my mouth pulling up into a smile to match his. "What do you have in mind?"

"Come lie down beside me here." He patted the mattress beside him, and I obligingly stood and clopped over to join him on the bed. "Okay, now lie down, facing away from me..."

Marrik directed me until I was lying on my side, then slid up behind me until he had one hand draped on my hip and his waist pressed against my hindquarters. The stiff member pressing into my underside told me that our failed attempt at a new sex position hadn't turned my giant off too badly, and I grinned to myself as he readjusted behind me. This position was almost the same as our usual, doggystyle, but with both of us lying on our sides and spooning.

The feeling of his hand on my tail as he gently lifted it out of the way was enough to draw a line of goosebumps up my back and leave me almost breathless in anticipation. And when I felt him press the apex of his cock against my slit and drag himself into position, it was all I could do not to start whining like a hungry dog.

Marrik must have been as pent up and frustrated as I was-- as soon as he was lined up, he pushed forward and took me in a single hard thrust.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned as he drove the full length of himself into me. "Gods, yes."

"Fuck, you feel so godsdamn good." He didn't even stop to let me adjust to his sudden reentry, just gripped my hip a bit harder and drove himself into me again.

My slick, black lips spread willingly around his shaft, allowing him entry and drawing him as deep as he wanted to go. His cock moulded and reshaped me, stretching and moving my insides to fit him as he thrust into my cunt again. My inner walls gripped him like a vise as if they could hold him in place, but Marrik drew back inexorably before slamming into me again and again.

His hand on my inner rear thigh directed me to lift my leg, and I did so without questioning it. With one of my hooved legs in the air, he had easier access to my pussy, and he reached under my leg to add his fingers to the mix.

"Oh, Marrik," I whined as he dragged the tips of his fingers across my clit and started rubbing it in a circular motion again. "Just like that. Please don't stop."

He gave a low chuckle in answer, and picked up the pace. Marrik's cock sawed in and out of me quickly and rhythmically, and he swirled the tips of two fingers around my sensitive pearl-- exactly the way he knew I liked.

A long afternoon of teasing and being teased had left me sensitive and eager, and our failed attempt at fucking had only gotten me even more wound up. Now, with that glorious prick pushing into me over and over, and his clever fingers sliding over my most sensitive space... it wasn't long before Marrik had me on the edge.

"Don't stop," I repeated as he drove himself into me again and again. His thick cock spread and stretched me with each motion, dragging along my walls and stimulating every inch of me. "Just like... just... oh!"

Marrik gave a particularly hard thrust, enough to make my lower body shake, and all at once I was falling apart.

I announced my climax with a wailing cry, glad for the isolation of our little home and the privacy that it gave. Pleasure rocketed up one segment of my spine, then the next, radiating outwards from my cunt in a rush of heat that left my legs twitching and shaking while stars danced across my vision. I writhed and pushed back against Marrik, as if I could force him to go even deeper, and clenched down around him.

My lover took his hand off of my clit, gripping my hips again to hold me steady as he pounded into me from behind.

I soared even higher, my climax intensifying until it felt like my whole body was on fire, and Marrik just kept fucking me all the while. The feeling of his hard length sliding in and out of me became my whole world, and he kept me anchored as I drifted on another wave of pleasure.

Marrik's motions slowed as I came down from my peak until he stopped altogether, and for a moment I wondered if he'd cum and I just hadn't noticed. That was pretty unlikely, though, as my giant tended to leave a lake's worth of cum behind whenever he finished, and that wasn't the kind of thing a girl would miss. I lifted my upper body and twisted to get a look at him through my peripherals.

"Do you want to try something else?" His wide, excited grin sparked a reciprocated eagerness in my chest, and I nodded my agreement without needing to know any more details. Right there and then, in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, I would have agreed to anything he wanted. "Can you roll onto your back? Or... backs, I guess?"

I was eager to see what Marrik had in mind, but still felt disappointed when he pulled back and withdrew his cock from me. I'd been expecting it, but the sudden absence of his delicious warmth in me still felt like losing a limb.

Marrik knelt behind me now, and I leaned forward until my human back was roughly in-line with my equine spine. Fortunately, my waist was fairly flexible-- I assumed that was normal for a centaur, otherwise we'd never be able to pick something up off the ground. I rolled over as I bent at the waist, until I was flat on both backs.

It wasn't very comfortable to keep myself straightened out like this, and my view was mostly dominated by my own breasts and my four legs in the air. But I craned my neck to watch as Marrik moved sideways on his knees until he was kneeling just behind my rear pair of legs... Wait, was this the missionary position? How had we never tried having sex with me on my back before?

I was lying flat, supine, with my legs spread and my pussy on full display for Marrik. I was used to standing or kneeling during sex, and being laid out like this made me feel more vulnerable and exposed.

"Fuck, this is kind of hot," I breathed as Marrik got himself into position, his cock in hand again and pointed towards my waiting slit.

"I love seeing you like this." He pressed himself against me as he spoke, and I could do nothing but sigh in pleasure as he pushed himself into me. My walls spread around him again, eagerly parting before his thick cock. "I could do this every day, ten times a day, and never enough of you."

"Ten times a day?" My voice came out in a breathless whine, which was about all I could manage as Marrik slid his cock into me in one long, smooth motion. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Mari."

"Oh, we'll see who has a hard time keeping up."

Then he delivered on his teasing. He slid his hands to hold onto my rear legs and spread them a bit wider, and started fucking me like he meant it. Marrik pulled back and took me again with a hard thrust, and suddenly I couldn't focus on keeping up my end of the teasing and flirting.

Marrik picked up right where he left off, thrusting hard and fast. He quickly set a furious rhythm, fucking me hard enough to make my large breasts jiggle and bounce on my chest with each motion of his hips.

I didn't have to worry about trying to keep my balance in this position, which left me more energy to focus on the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of me. I flexed my inner muscles, bearing down on him and tightening as much as I could. Marrik's groan of pleasure was my reward... well, that and the increased sensation that came with it, like he had gotten even bigger.

"Oh fuck, Tali. You drive me absolutely wild, you know?"

"Show me," I taunted. "Show me just how wild I drive-- ah!"

Marrik pumped his hips harder and faster, sawing in and out of me like a man possessed. Each deep thrust had the crown of him kissing the tight seal at my furthest depth. The feeling of our bodies together... perfection.

His grip tightened on my legs, fingers digging into my thighs as he fought to retain control. Watching his face contort in pleasure sent another tingle of warmth up my middle, and I squeezed the muscles inside of my vagina around him again to try and push him over the edge.

It was too much for him. The movement of his hips faltered as he fought to hold back his orgasm... fought and failed.

"Oh, gods yes," he groaned before slamming himself back into me. "Oh... fuck."

The entire length of him-- a genuinely prodigious, ridiculous length-- flexed and stiffened inside of me. I felt his hot, swollen flesh throb down to my furthest depths, the muscle swelling and pressing against the tight confines of my slick walls as I clenched down around him.

Marrik groaned again, a long, drawn-out sound, as his cock pulsated and swelled. A burst of delicious heat accompanied the throbbing, a heavy burst of cum that boiled up out of his eager balls and rushed up the length of him to erupt and shower the anterior wall of my vagina. The weight of his cum felt more intense from this position, and I could feel it pooling in me as he came like a geyser.

Another heavy throb brought forth another gush of his seed, a thick rope of sticky pleasure that sprayed up into my depths. I couldn't help the moan that slipped from my lips as my man shuddered against me and loosed another burst within me.

Heat pulsated inside of me, soaking into my inner walls and radiating outwards. Marrik ground his hips harder against mine as his cock twitched again. Another wave of thick, hot fluid splashed into me and joined the growing lake of cum in the depths of my cunt. The pressure of his cock against my cervix was nearly painful as Marrik tried to push deeper-- but his cock was as deep into me as he could get, and there was nowhere else for him to go. He settled for holding himself flush against my inner seal as he grunted and emptied himself.

I sighed in pleasure at the growing warmth within me, its weight speaking to the amazing volume he'd deposited. He sighed right alongside me, his contentment easily matching my own.

Marrik's cock twitched a few more times, and I imagined he was still squeezing out a few more drops, a few more dribbles of sperm. He gave me every drop he could manage, filling me until I could feel cum threatening to spill out around his shaft. Not that a bit of extra sperm would make much of a difference-- considering the number of times he'd cum inside of me, and the sheer volume of ejaculate, if I could've gotten pregnant from sex with Marrik, I probably would have already.

That didn't stop his body from doing its best to inseminate its willing mate. Its very, very willing mate.

"Mm," I sighed as the excited rush in my body was slowly replaced with a warm, dull bliss.

"Was it good for you too, then?" he asked, and I snorted at his joke. "Yeah, I thought so."

We stayed together like that for a while, with his still-hard shaft serving as a cork. But eventually he grew soft, and the pent-up liquid poured from me like an unstoppered bottle. After we'd cleaned up the mess that spilled out from me, we laid together with his back to my chest and enjoyed our shared warmth.

The weeks sped by and blurred into months, and our spring sowing turned into summer preparations. Our chickens were briefly introduced to a rooster, and they gave us a pack of bright yellow chicks. When the baby chickens were hatching, we turned our eyes to the other animal on our farm. Fortunately, my brother had a bull he was willing to loan us, and we arranged a "date" for our lone heifer.

"Damn," Marrik said with a whistle. "Look at him go."

We watched in shared amusement as the bull flailed about on Bess' back. He'd been humping futilely at our cow's backside for several minutes now, and I was about to suggest we somehow help when the bull suddenly got the angle just right. All at once the male mounted her properly, shuffling into place and thrusting wildly.

"Damn," he repeated.

"He's barely even bigger than you," I said with a stifled giggle. I'd worked on a farm for enough of my life that it wasn't terribly exciting, seeing a pair of animals mating. But I'd never watched the process alongside someone that I also happened to be... mating. "Maybe we could have saved the effort of bringing in Renard's bull, and just had you go in and get the job done."

"I don't think Bess and I would... compatible."

Silence stretched between us for a moment as we both considered the words underneath what Marrik had said. Marrik and a cow obviously couldn't have a child together, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that we couldn't either. I'd never heard of a centaur breeding with anything but another centaur, and after half of a year of us fucking like rabbits, it was pretty clear why that was.

"Not that you would necessarily want to be a father, anyway." I peeked at Marrik from the corner of my eye, but couldn't bring myself to actually look at him as I floated the idea to see how he felt. "I mean, not that I'm saying you wouldn't want to be a father, I just mean..."

I trailed off, and let the silence take over again. Marrik and I hadn't ever discussed our future, not really. We didn't even have a label for what we were. We'd been living together since a few days after we met, sharing a roof and sharing our bodies through the entirety of winter and spring. But we still hadn't said we loved each other, hadn't actually decided if he was my boyfriend, partner, or just a friend. And we certainly hadn't discussed the possibility of children, but the question had been weighing heavily on me for weeks-- where was this relationship going?

The silence stretched on long enough that I started thinking that he wasn't going to answer, but he surprised me by shrugging. "I've never really thought about it, but I wouldn't be... against having children. Have you ever thought about kids?"

"Oh yes," I answered-- maybe a bit too quickly. "I've always wanted... I didn't get to enjoy time with my mother for long before I lost her, and I've always thought it would be nice to have children of my own. A family."

Marrik just nodded, and we stood in silence as Renard's bull finished his job and fell off of Bess with a grunt. He'd taken longer to mount the cow than he'd actually lasted. Bess looked about as impressed with the bull's performance as I was, and she wandered off to pull at some grass growing along the edge of the fence.

"I've always worried I wouldn't be a very good father," Marrik finally said. "If it ever happened."

I forgot all about being shy and turned to stare at him, mouth agape. "What are you talking about? You'd be a great father."

"I dunno." He shrugged again, and idly picked at the loose button on the front of his shirt. I kept reminding him to sew it down a bit better before it fell off someday, but he'd never gotten around to it. "I never actually had a father in my life, you know? He just left my ma to figure things out herself. He wasn't there when she had me, wasn't there when she died, wasn't... And besides, I doubt you and me could have children anyhow. And I'm not interested in anyone else."

"Marrik, listen to me." I reached out and grabbed his face, turning it to make him meet my eyes. "You are caring, kind, funny, strong, and protective. You make me feel safe and lov... Very safe. I never had a father either, but I know if I'd had a father like you, I would have been happy."

He smiled at me, a wide and unselfconscious grin. "You'd make a great mom, too, Talashi. If I could, I'd give you a whole pack... a whole herd of babies."

We shared a smile that turned into a laugh when the bull abruptly decided he was ready for round two, and climbed the irritated-looking heifer again. I had little doubt that by springtime next year, we'd have a calf on our hands-- not to mention enough milk to sell for months.

I was about done with the cow-fucking show, and got back to working. There was always more to be done on the farm, after all.

For the rest of the day, as I worked, I found my mind wandering. While it was true that I'd never heard of a centaur crossbreeding with another race, I'd also never actually met another centaur. We didn't know for sure that Marrik couldn't get me pregnant, only that he hadn't yet... or at least we hadn't seen any signs of it yet. Maybe in a season or two I'd suddenly notice my stomach swelling...

The next day came with enough free time that Marrik and I were able to spend time pursuing our own interests. We had been so busy with planting new crops, taking care of our new animals, and doing constant repairs and maintenance, that I had almost forgotten what it was like to have free time on my hands in the middle of an afternoon. I did a bit of shopping, which basically amounted to meeting up with a few other farmers and asking around to see who had enough of a surplus that they were willing to part with something.

Afterwards, I found myself waiting in line to use the large well that marked the center of Lyubenstead, the source of water the entire stead had been built around. It was a warm, slow day, so it wasn't much of a surprise to find so many people waiting for a bucket of the cold, underground water.

"Did he really?" a small woman ahead of me asked her companion in a loud whisper. She was probably twenty, but barely even came up to my hips. The halfling's ponytail of dark hair bobbed as she giggled behind her hand.

I considered telling Emilia that I could hear her perfectly well despite the half-assed attempt at keeping her voice down, but honestly what was the point? People tended to forget I even existed-- when they weren't gaping at me in shock or disgust, that is-- and I was used to hearing private conversations play out right in front of me. If I reminded the halfling and her human friend that I was here, Emilia would probably just twist my words around and act like I was being rude to her instead of trying to be helpful. I sighed quietly and resigned myself to being ignored.

Besides, I would have been lying if I'd said that I didn't enjoy overhearing bits of gossip. A girl's gotta have hobbies, after all.

"You bet your sweet tushie he did," her friend complained with a melodramatic sigh. Allya was twice as tall as Emilia, and had pale blonde hair like me, but her skin was a lot smoother and finer than mine or Emilia's. That's what you got for having a father that all but ran the stead, and getting to grow up without ever having to work the fields. "The second time this week he's asked me. He even slid a finger down... you know, down there? Kind of tickled it a little, like that was supposed to be tempting?"

"What is it with guys and wanting to get into a girl's butt? Isn't it enough that we're expected to spread our legs and have their pricks rammed up the you-know-where without so much as a kiss or a finger to get you warmed up? Now we're expected to, what, spread our buttcheeks too?"

"I don't even know where the whole thing started," the blonde sighed. "It's like some whore came through town and let a few guys put it up there, and now everyone wants to try it."

"So..." Emilia prompted in that too-loud-whisper, "are you going to let him?"

"Maybe if he buys me something really nice," Allya answered, and the human and halfling girls tittered like a pair of pretty little songbirds.

By then, the line ahead of them was gone and it was their turn to fill a bucket from the well, and there was no way for me to stand close enough to keep listening to the conversation without being obvious about it. Not that I was actually trying to eavesdrop, of course.

My turn came around, and I filled two of my own buckets from the well. Other girls-- and it always seemed to be women who were sent to draw water and bring it home-- had to hook smaller water pails onto sticks and balance those on their shoulders to carry them home. I had the luxury of a wider plank that I balanced across my back, just behind where my human waist met my equine lower body, which I could use to carry two or even four large buckets at a time without much trouble.

For all the trouble being a centaur in a world of humans had brought me, there were certainly some advantages to it. Being able to carry literally six or seven times as much weight as the people around me, for starters. Or ten times as much, if I was comparing myself to halflings like Emilia and her family.

I trotted back home, the buckets sloshing rhythmically with my swaying motions. I found myself turning over Ally's dilemma in my mind as I clopped along the hard-packed dirt road. The conversation may have been vapid, like anyone would expect from those two, but she had brought up an interesting idea. I'd heard of anal sex, of course, but it wasn't something I'd ever considered before... but maybe it was the solution to a problem I'd been chewing on all week.

My body was moving without any real conscious input on my part as I dumped the buckets of water into a large barrel in our kitchen and replaced the empty containers back on my sides. I needed to bring home at least two more pails' worth of water, or maybe even four, but I had another destination in mind as I shut the creaky front door behind me. I set out to visit one of our neighbours, hoping they might be able to sell me what I needed to set my plan into motion. If not them, then I would check the next house. And the next.

I ended up having to check with five vegetable farmers before I got what I needed, and I grumbled about the price the whole way home. It hadn't been outrageously expensive, but it seemed like I hadn't gotten much for my money.

Still, it would probably be more than enough.

Marrik was home by the time I got back, and I had to stash my purchase in a small pouch on my waist to keep him from seeing it. He squinted at me like I was acting suspiciously, but I managed to use my clever wits and feminine wiles to throw him off my trail: I took off my shirt and let him rub his cock between my breasts to get off.

The next day dawned bright and early as it always did, and I rushed to get my work done as quickly as possible. I finished a bit ahead of Mari, and snuck into the house before he could intercept me.

We didn't have a big fancy bathtub like I'd heard some wealthier families did, so bathing in our household was basically done by dipping a cloth into a bucket and briskly rubbing the skin. Without Marrik there to get all the hard to reach areas for me, I had to resort to tying a cloth around a stick and using that to scrub my backside. After a moment's consideration, I gave the space between my legs a second going-over. And then a third, for good measure.

By the time Marrik came in, I was clean and already dry... and totally naked.

"Hey, Tali, I'm-- woah." Marrik sputtered to a stop as he spotted me standing sideways in the doorway so he could see my nude form in profile as I posed for him. I had even put my hands behind my back and puffed up my chest a little, to really show off my best "assets".

"I hope you're not too worn out after all that long, hard work," I simpered and gave him a flirty little pout.

"Suddenly I'm feeling much less tired," he chuckled. "Although, I think maybe some of my muscles might be a bit... stiff."

"What ever will you do about that? I had some afternoon activities in mind, but if you're too stiff and sore, maybe you should just go to bed."

"Oh, I'll go to bed, alright," he shot back, "but I'm taking you with me."

"Goodness me," I squealed with pretend-fright and wiggled my upper body this way and that. What a crazy coincidence that this movement just happened to make my large breasts sway tantalizingly on my chest. "What do you intend to do with me, you brute?"

"Anything you'll let me." He punctuated these words with a firm slap on my ass, the smacking noise echoing in our cozy little home.

The contact didn't hurt at all-- my horsehide could take a pretty firm impact without any real discomfort. And Marrik would never lay a hand on me hard enough to actually hurt. But it was enough to have me giggling with anticipation.

Marrik stepped around me and took my chin in his grey-skinned hand, pulling my face towards him for a long, deep kiss. By the time he was done with me, I was breathless and a little woozy. "What's the occasion for the show, Talashi?"

"It's your birthday, silly," I teased with another girlish laugh. "Or pretty close at any rate-- I haven't actually looked at a calendar in a few months. But it's the second week of summer, which is when you said you were born."

"You remembered my birthday?" Marrik looked genuinely surprised, nearly shocked.

"Of course I remembered, Mar."

He looked at me with a kind of star-struck awe for a moment, like no one had ever remembered or celebrated his birthday before. Maybe no one had, I mused. Birth dates were important in my mother's herd's culture, she had told me. They placed a lot of importance on the positioning of the stars on special days, and the constellation one was born under was apparently supposed to have a great impact on their life.

Then Marrik's awe shifted to a sly lust as he let his gaze trail down my body and most of the way back up until he was staring directly at my naked breasts. I pushed my chest out towards him a little bit more, and his eyes stayed fixed on my stiff little nipples like a hawk watching a mouse. "Is all this my... birthday present?"

"It's your first birthday gift," I beamed at him. "Do you want to play with your pres--"

Marrik's hands and mouth were on my breasts before I could even finish my sentence, and I let the last word trail off into a pleased groan as his lips closed around my nipple. He flicked his tongue out and traced it around my areola and over my nipple while lightly pinching and rolling the other between his finger and thumb. I couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness as he devoured my breasts.

He switched his attention between one and the other, lavishing my chest with licks, pinches, and kisses until I was practically shivering with excitement.

"I still have more gifts for you, if you're ready."

Marrik pulled himself off of my tit with a popping sound, and made a show of making direct eye contact with me and slowly licking his lips. "Do tell, Tali. Do tell."

"Why don't you take those pesky clothes off and sit over there?" I pointed at the kitchen chair, which I'd dragged into our bedroom just for this purpose. He didn't question me, just shucked out of his clothing and strode confidently over to the seat I'd directed him towards.

I followed behind him with a confident clop-clop-clop, and stood directly in front of him as he took a seat. His cock was already half-hard just from playing with my boobs, which I took as a compliment.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, but I shushed him with a gentle finger against his lips. Then I bent all four of my knees and knelt in front of him, until my head was roughly on level with his again. I held his gaze as I leaned slowly forward, bringing my face closer to his crotch, inch by inch.

"Oh, I love it when you..." His voice trailed off as I opened my mouth and leaned in at the same time, closing my lips around the tip of him and letting his head fill my mouth. He groaned in pleasure and raw lust as I ran my tongue back and forth on the underside of his cock. The taste of him, the salty tang of sweat mixed with the unmistakable scent of my lover, flooded my mouth, and it was my turn to moan.

He twitched to life, growing longer and harder with each beat of his heart, until he was fully stiff in my mouth. I'd given Marrik a few blowjobs, but it was always limited to just the top few inches of him. His cock was just too thick and too long for me to do more than that-- while my bottom half was a horse, with a pussy deep enough to take my stallion's shaft all the way, my mouth and throat were only as big as a human woman's. And I doubted many women would be able to fit such a big member down their throats.

But today I intended to try.

The first problem was the sheer width. By now, Marrik's cock was swollen with arousal, and it was a struggle just to keep my mouth open wide enough to fit him into my mouth without letting my teeth scrape him. I'd once held my hand up beside his erect member to check the width-- he was wider across than three of my fingers put together, and I did not have small hands.

I relaxed my jaw and let it fall open as wide as I could, then started easing my face forward. Marrik groaned with pleasure again as I closed my lips around his cock and sucked him into my mouth. The wide crown of his head slid along my tongue to press against the opening to my throat, where I hesitated for a moment.

The second obstacle was that, in addition to being nearly too thick to fit in my mouth, there was a lot of cock to work with. If I had a third hand and grabbed his shaft with all three, one on top of the other, some of him would still be sticking out over the top of my hands. There was a reason that the human women who'd seen his cock had all been too intimidated by the size to try any kind of penetration. I vowed to be braver than those women.

With one more deep breath, I relaxed my throat and pushed forward again.

"Oh, fuck," Marrik groaned as I slid my lips down another inch of his shaft, then two. I felt his crown pass over my tongue and down my throat, filling the space like I'd swallowed a plum whole. "Gods, Tali. That feels so fucking good."

My gag reflex flared up, and I was forced to ease back until he was just in my mouth. I steadied my stomach with a few more deep breaths, then tried again.

I got further this time, managing to get as much as half of his length into my mouth and throat before I had to quit. Marrik looked down at me with concern in his eyes when I let him fall from my mouth completely to cough and sputter. He opened his mouth, and I knew he was about to tell me that it was enough, that I didn't have to try again. But I wasn't a quitter.

Before he could say another word, I drew in another hard breath, and all but launched myself onto his cock. Inch after inch of him slid past my lips, and I thought of nothing but the feeling of his warmth and the knowledge that I was making him feel good. I focused with such single-minded intensity that my gag reflex didn't rear its head at all, and I moved my mouth even further down his shaft. I could feel my throat stretching as Marrik's cock slid down my throat, and wondered if he could see my neck distending around it.

"Gods above, Tala-- Tal--" Marrik's pleasure left him fully nonverbal, and I smiled slightly to myself as I rocked forward and back slightly to slide my head up and down his cock. I was jerking him off with my throat, and enjoying every minute of it! And judging by the sounds Marrik was making, he was too.

I was sure I could finish him like this in no time. I could easily picture how he would feel in my throat, the way the contractions of his cock would leave him throbbing and swelling in the tightness of my esophagus until he shot his load straight down my throat. He was so far past my tongue that I wouldn't even taste his cum. Hells, I would probably barely even feel it, except as a growing warmth and weight in my stomach.

The mere thought of that feeling was enough to spark warmth in my lower body and leave me aching with need. But as sexy as the idea of Marrik cumming down my throat was, I didn't want things to end just yet-- I still had more gifts for him!

With a paradoxical mixture of disappointment and eagerness, I pulled my head backwards and off of him. His saliva-slicked cock slid out of my mouth with a wet popping noise, and I drew in a much-needed breath.

"That was amazing, Talashi," Marrik breathed. "No one's ever... That was incredible."

I grinned up at him and panted, drawing in much-breath after having my throat blocked for so long. "I'm glad you liked it, Mar. But the best is yet to come."

"How could you possibly top that?" He quirked an eyebrow in challenge, and I straightened up and puffed out my chest.

"Sit down on the bed there, and you'll find out."

Marrik matched my grin, and quickly complied. He dropped heavily onto the middle of the bed, obviously eager to see what else I had in store for the night. I rose and followed, stepping up onto the mattress with careful hooves until I was standing before him again. I snagged the present I'd picked up yesterday off of the bedside counter, and held it out to him.

"This is your... third present." I couldn't help but giggle at the look of surprise in his eyes, and the ensuing puzzlement as I put the small glass bottle into his waiting palm.

He frowned at the bottle and shook it, inspecting the liquid inside. "It's..."

"Oil," I supplied. "Mostly from safflower and corn."

Marrik's face flicked to understanding, then back to confusion as he tried to puzzle through why I might have gifted him a bottle of vegetable oil. I had a specific idea in mind, and it certainly didn't involve making a safflower oil salad dressing.

He unstoppered the bottle and let a drop of oil fall into his palm, then spread it around. Marrik rubbed two fingers together, testing the slipperiness and confirming that it was indeed vegetable oil.

"And your final present is..." I said dramatically, then turned away from him and repositioned myself so that I was facing away from him and standing with my tail a few inches from his head. I lowered myself down to my knees again, bringing myself closer to his level, and lifted my tail so he could see my puffy, glistening pussy. My pussy, and also the small, puckered hole above it. "... my ass."

"Your... ass?" he questioned, and I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He was obviously excited, but looked a little confused again.

"I heard from some girls in town about how obsessed guys are about the idea of fucking a girl in the ass," I explained. "And I thought it sounded pretty hot. And figured that maybe you'd like to, you know... I mean, only if that's something you want to do, of course. If you don't want to, Mar, obviously that's totally fine--"

He cut off my babbling with a rumbling guffaw, and placed a comforting hand on my hip. "Of course I want to, Talashi. The idea of putting my cock in your... I was just confused for a second, babe. I couldn't believe my ears."

"Oh," I said, relief warming my chest. "Well, good. Just... go slow, okay?"

"I'll be gentle," Marrik promised, and again I felt that delightful flip-flop of my heart. Marrik was always careful not to hurt me, even when he was being rough. I always knew that I was safe with my giant, which is why I felt comfortable enough to offer this to him.

I turned back to face away as Marrik's hand started traveling downwards and inwards from my hip. At times like these, I wished I could be more like "normal" women... It would have been nice to be able to look at him while he was preparing me for my first try at anal sex. Instead, I settled for following his movements by sense of touch, tracking the comforting weight of his hand as he slid it around to my inner thigh, then upwards.

"Mm," I sighed happily as I felt his fingers trace over my labia. He repeated the movement, sliding the tips of two fingers up along my slick lips.

Then he was pressing his fingers into my cunt, and I moaned in quiet appreciation as he slowly worked them in and out of me. He knew my body inside and out by now, and he was playing me like a fiddle. With one hand, he was dipping into my slick entrance and curling his fingers, while he brought the other up to my clit.

The combination of pressure from inside of me and against my clit had warmth blooming in my middle, and I felt my nipples stiffening on my chest as goosebumps ran up my spine. As much as I would have enjoyed having him play with me from sunrise to sunset, I was also eager for the next part. Marrik must have been thinking the same thing, as he removed his fingers from inside of me and slowly slid them... upwards.

He kept stroking my clit, coaxing growing sensations from my core even as he brought his other hand up and pressed lightly against the thick, black rim of my asshole.

"Try to relax?" Marrik suggested, and I did my best to let my muscles go limp as he slowly, teasingly, drew circles around the only orifice of mine he hadn't experienced yet. "That's better."

Both of his hands left my body for a moment, leaving me feeling cold, and I heard the popping sound of the cork being removed from the small bottle of oil I'd picked up yesterday. Next came the slick sounds of oily lubricant being rubbed across his hands, and I shivered in nervous anticipation. What if it hurt too much for me to enjoy? What if I had to ask him to stop, would he be disappointed? What if I wasn't clean enough, and he thought it was gross--

A moment later, his hands were back on me, picking up right where he'd left off. His dextrous stroking of my clitoris resumed, and he had me gradually climbing that hill of pleasure once again. And with his other hand...

"Take a deep breath," he whispered, and I complied. As I exhaled, he pressed the tip of a single digit against the puckered opening of my ass. Slowly, delicately, he pushed against the middle of the black ring, and I forced myself to relax enough that he was able to push through to the space beyond.

"Oh... oh?" I grunted first in discomfort, then in pleasant surprise as I felt his finger slide past the outer rim of my anus. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable, maybe, but it didn't hurt. "That... that actually feels kind of nice."

"Good." Marrik's voice was low, soft, and comforting as he eased his finger forward until he was knuckle-deep in my ass. "You're doing really good, Talashi."

He left his finger where it was, letting me get used to the feeling of something entering what had only ever been an exit for me. All the while, he kept stroking and rubbing with his other hand, and the growing tingle of pleasure counteracted any sense of discomfort I was feeling.

I gave a nod to tell him I was ready, and Marrik started moving his finger in and out of my rear entrance, moving slowly as he let me adjust to the feeling of having something in my ass. After a minute or two, I was so used to the feeling that it barely even seemed strange anymore-- it was like having something pressed into my pussy, only that the pressure was coming from the other side of the wall. A part of me wondered what it would be like to feel something sliding into my ass while he was fucking me. Just the thought of it was enough to leave me panting harder.

Then there was another moment of discomfort when he withdrew his finger from my ass then pressed both against me at once. I bit my lip to silence a sound of discomfort before I could make it. The feeling of stretching was uncomfortable, but I didn't want him to stop.

Marrik moved slowly, carefully, working both fingers into my tight hole. It took a bit longer to get used to having two fingers sliding in and out of me, but he was patient.

And then he started working in a third, and I had to work hard to keep my body loose and relaxed. I'd never felt anything pushing into this part of me before today, and my natural reaction was to try and squeeze my ass tighter. Instead, I actively worked to relax the muscles of my sphincter, to let myself stretch and open around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me.

The feeling of pressure against my inner vaginal wall from the other side was odd, but increasingly pleasant. The rhythmic circling and stroking of my clit was doing its job, and between the two I felt myself rapidly cresting that mountain. I half expected Marrik to stop just before I came, so that he could fuck me through my orgasm the way he loved to do, but he didn't pause for even a moment. I moaned out loudly as he propelled me to the edge of bliss, and I teetered there as he finger-fucked me from both sides.

Then I toppled over the edge, crying out into the afternoon stillness as his industrious fingering pushed me into a deep, wonderful orgasm. Explosive pleasure radiated up from my cunt and the space between anus and vagina, rushing up my spine until I was arching my back and whimpering with pleasure.

My orgasm swept over me in wave after shining wave, and I couldn't do anything but kneel there and moan as it moved up and through me. I couldn't spur him on faster or push down on him, so I settled for rocking forward and back while he ground his fingers against my sensitive nub and pushed me head-first through the dizzying heights of my climax.

I was drifting on a cloud for long moments, the sweet rush of pleasure leaving me floating even as Marrik slowed down the motions of his fingers.

Then, all at once, he pulled his fingers out of me. I had a brief moment of anticipation and anxiety as I once again heard him grabbing the bottle and dumping a bit out, followed by the squelching noise of something very slick being dragged up and down something very stiff.

I jumped in surprise when I suddenly felt a thick warmth on my ass, and Marrik chuckled at my expense as he used the same hand to spread the oil around and into my asshole.

"Ready?" he finally asked, and I nodded, not trusting that my voice wouldn't quiver with nerves if I answered out loud.

Without another word, he slid his hand off of me, presumably to grab hold of his shaft. Then I felt it-- the thick, heavy presence of Marrik's cockhead pressing against the ring of my anus. He'd done the work to loosen me and get me ready for this, but there was still an unpleasant moment of stretching as he pushed against the tight muscle. My ass gave a token resistance as he pressed forward, then a dull sting announced my body's surrender.

Marrik slowly pushed his cock through the outer gate of my anus, stretching the ring of muscle until it yielded to his dominant shaft. I pushed out a sharp breath as the hot, stretching sensation grew.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, and I thought about it for a moment before I finally shook my head.

"I'm okay, Mar. Just... gentle."

"Always," he promised. Then he was moving forward again in fits and starts, feeding another inch of thick cock into my ass, then waiting a moment before doing it again. It took long moments, but eventually I felt the welcome pressure of his weighty balls pressed against my pussy. His thick bush tickled the taut, stretched skin of my anus, signalling to me that I'd done it: I'd taken every inch of his glorious cock into the most private, forbidden part of my body.

"Wow," I sighed after a moment.

"Yeah," he agreed.

We stayed like that, his hard shaft embedded so deeply into my ass that I could feel it in the very center of my being. I'd felt his penis sliding through my mouth and down my throat, pushing into my pussy to press against the barrier of my cervix, and now buried all the way in my ass. There was nowhere in my body he hadn't gone.

I was really his now, I marvelled. Every bit of me, every hole. I'd given everything to him, and he'd taken it gratefully. I didn't regret a thing: there was no one I would have trusted more with these gifts.

"That actually feels really nice."

"You think that's nice?" Marrik taunted as he squeezed my hips a bit more firmly. "Just wait 'til I start moving."

And with that, he did exactly what he promised. My giant rolled back his hips and I felt his wide shaft slide backwards until nothing but the head was left inside of me. Then he pressed forward, pushing his long cock back into me in one slow movement.

"Mm," I groaned in a mixture of enjoyment and surprise. It wasn't the same as having his fingers stroking along the first few inches of my ass. I felt this movement all the way up, deep into my innards. I barely felt the actual pressure so far inside of me, but I could feel the heaviness and warmth of him. And I could sure feel the sensation of inch after inch of his cock sliding past my opening and stimulating the nerves there. "That feels... so weird. Is it good for you?"

"It feels amazing, Tali." Marrik held on tight and repeated his movement, fucking my ass with a long, slow roll of his hips. "Gods, it's incredible. So tight."

The next time he withdrew, he fell out of me entirely. I opened my mouth to complain, to ask why he'd stopped so suddenly, but closed it again when I heard the telltale sound of oil dribbling out of that bottle. He slicked himself again, spreading the vegetable-based lubricant up and down his pink-grey cock, before lining himself up with my anus and taking me again in a single long stroke.

I was used to the feeling of him inside of my ass now, and had loosened incrementally until I was no longer squeezing down around him. Marrik got more used to the feeling of me in turn, and the movement of his hips started to pick up in speed and force.

"That feels... that feels good, Mar," I panted as he drove himself into me even harder and faster.

Marrik was fucking me with so much force now that he managed to make my entire body shake with each thrust-- and that was hard to do to someone that weighed as much as I did. My tits jiggled and bounced in time with the impact of his hips against my ass. Desperate for something to do with my hands, for some way to be actively involved in this heavy, deep fucking, I grabbed breasts in both hands. I cradled my tits and toyed with my own nipples as Marrik sawed his long cock in and out of my slick asshole.

He dug his fingers a bit more firmly into the horsehide over my hips and ass, tightening his grip on my thick skin to get more leverage as he got rougher. By now, my asshole was starting to get a bit sore, and I had no doubt that my black, puckered ring would look just a bit redder and puffier than before. Not that I could actually see my own ass, of course.

"Fuck, Tali," Marrik grunted. He wasn't holding anything back anymore, fucking me so hard and fast that the wet slapping of our skin meeting was echoing continuously around the barn. His heavy sack swung with each motion, slapping into my pussy each time he drove the length of his cock into my tight ass. It was just one more sensation piled on top of a million more.

Everything took on an almost hazy, dreamlike quality as I coasted on the warm currents from my orgasm, and absorbed the eroticism of the moment. I had given Marrik my ass and he had taken it with greedy enthusiasm. He claimed this new part of me with each long, hard thrust.

I knew he was close to his end, though. I could feel it in his tight grip on my hips, sense it in his increasingly erratic rhythm, and hear it in his fast breaths. He wouldn't be long now.

That was probably a good thing, since my ass dearly needed some rest.

"Are you going to finish in my ass?" I flicked my sweaty hair over my shoulder as I turned to look at him over my shoulder. "Are you going to fill my ass with your seed, Marrik?"

"Oh, gods above, Talashi." His breath came in big heaving gulps now as my Marrik fought to delay the inevitable. "Do you want me to finish on your back instead?"

"Cum wherever you want, Mar," I purred. "It's your birthday, after all. You can cum right in my-- ah!"

Marrik slammed against me so hard that he nearly pushed me over. His cock, which had grown almost painfully stiff in my rectum and up into the twisting space beyond, gave an almighty throb. I couldn't feel his pulsations nearly as keenly as when he came in my pussy, but I felt the heavy vibrations as the muscle twitched in my depths.

He groaned loudly, a long, drawn-out sound of pleasure as his cock throbbed and throbbed, and finally let his climax overtake him.

I didn't get the same deeply erotic pleasure that I got when I felt his seed rushing out to soak my cervix and fill my pussy, but I felt a growing weight and warmth as he came. He shuddered again, jerking against my body as he let loose a day's worth of cum as far into my ass as he could get it.

His cock twitched yet again, and no doubt spewed another rope of hot, sticky fluid. I sighed in time with his next breath, enjoying the feeling of warmth and pressure as he left an enormous deposit behind.

"Fuck," he grunted as he finally grew still, and we knelt there and panted. "Tali, that was... that was amazing."

"Yeah, it was pretty good for me too, Marrik."

"I've never... I've never felt anything like that," he said between deep breaths. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Talashi. That was really-- really special."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it." I shifted my weight until I finally separated from him with a wet slopping sound. I could feel thick warmth starting to shift downwards when I moved, and grimaced as I pictured the mixture of fluids he'd left behind. "You're going to have to help me clean up, though."

"It'll be my pleasure, Tali."

He led me outside and settled me beside the house before going back for the barrel of water so we could share a bath together. Marrik wiped me down, then I turned around and returned the favour.

One thing led to another, and I ended up braced against the wall while he furiously fucked my pussy and left a pool of his cum behind in there as well. By the time we cleaned up that mess, we had used up almost all of the water I'd carried back today.

"This time, it's your turn to go carry the damn water."