Chapter 4: Climax
In the hushed silence of the glade, the only sounds were the ragged gasps of our breaths and the soft, wet noises of our bodies coming together. The centaur's cock, a monster of flesh and need, slid in and out of me with a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
I could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of him as he filled me, stretching me wider than I thought possible. The initial burn had subsided, replaced by a pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
The centaur's cock filled me completely, each thrust sending waves of sensation crashing through me. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of him as he slid in and out of me, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound that only served to heighten my arousal.
"Fuck, you're so big," I gasped, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth rock, my knuckles turning white with the effort. "Fuck, it feels so good."
The centaur let out a low, guttural growl, his grip on my hips tightening.
"You like that, human?" he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "You like being filled by my cock?"
I could only manage a whimper in response, my body arching back to meet his thrusts, my ass slapping against his hips with each powerful stroke. The sound of our flesh coming together filled the glade, a symphony of carnal need that echoed through the trees.
"Answer me," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Tell me you like it."
"I-I like it," I stammered, my voice barely recognizable.
In vivid detail, describe what Marcus is feeling in his ass.
As the centaur's cock slid in and out of my ass, I could feel every thick ridge and pulsing vein, like a thousand tiny fingers stroking my insides. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious blend of pleasure and pain that made my toes curl and my balls tighten. It felt like I was being stretched to my limit, my asshole gaping wide to accommodate the centaur's massive length. Yet, despite the initial burn, there was no discomfort, only an intense, all-consuming pleasure that had me gasping and moaning with each thrust.
The centaur's cock was thick and long, filling me completely, and with each stroke, he hit that sweet spot inside me that made my vision swim and my body shudder.
"Fuck, you're so tight," the centaur growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he picked up the pace. "Your ass is gripping my cock like a fucking glove."
I could only whimper in response, my body writhing and bucking as he pounded into me. The sound of our flesh coming together filled the glade, a wet, obscene symphony that only served to heighten my arousal.
The centaur's cock, a massive, throbbing beast, slid in and out of my ass with a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
I could feel every thick ridge and pulsing vein, like a thousand tiny fingers stroking my insides, igniting a fire that consumed my entire being. My fingers clawed at the smooth rock, my knuckles white with the effort of holding on as the centaur pounded into me.
"Fuck, you're so big," I gasped, my voice ragged with lust. he rasped, his voice thick with desire.
"You want me to fuck you harder, don't you?"
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Tell me you want me to fuck you harder."
"I-I want you to fuck me harder," I stammered, my voice barely recognizable.
"Please, fuck me harder." His cock, a massive, throbbing beast, slid out of my ass until just the tip remained inside, then with a powerful thrust, he slammed back into me, bottoming out, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound.
"Fuck!" I screamed, my body convulsing as he hit that sweet spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
He fucked me harder, his hips slapping against my ass, his balls smacking against my taint.
"Fuck, you're so big," I gasped, my fingers clawing at the smooth rock, my knuckles white with the effort of holding on.
The centaur's cock, a monstrous beast, slid in and out of my ass with a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
The centaur's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound. "You like that, little human?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"You're going to make me come, little human. Are you ready for it?"
I could only manage a whimper in response, my body writhing and bucking as he pounded into me.
"Fuck, yes," I gasped, my fingers clawing at the smooth rock, my knuckles white with the effort. "I want it.
I want you to come inside me," I panted, my voice ragged with desire. He picked up the pace, his cock slamming into me with a force that stole my breath.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your ass is milking my cock, little human.