The Centaurs and the False Maiden (Monster MMMF Menage) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 4) (3 page)

“Let’s give your pussy a rest for a moment,” he said. “I’d very much like you to suck my cock.”

Klea looked at it, and felt her cunt twitch in anticipation.

“I hope that’s not all you want,” she said.

Both centaurs laughed, and then Chiron stood and walked over her, the massive cock jutting right into her face. She propped herself up on her left elbow, took it in her right hand and gently licked the tip, salty with a few drips of pre-cum. Trying to relax, she pushed her lips around the head, trying to make room in her mouth for it. Already, her jaw ached, and she pumped her hand up and down the shaft in time with her mouth, moving her head back and forth, running her tongue around the ridge.
 

Chiron began to make noises without words, just
mmmm
and
ahhhh
. Getting the hang of sucking a centaur’s cock, she looked over again at the third centaur, and their eyes locked. Something about him made her nervous. Why wasn’t he over here, participating? Did he not want to fuck her?
 

Still looking at Pholus from across the room she tried to deep-throat Chiron’s cock and take the whole thing into her mouth, she couldn’t. It was too big, and she had to settle for stroking her hand down it and back up, swirling her tongue around the tip. She didn’t know anymore whether the puddle between her legs, take the whole thing into her mouth, but it was too big, no matter how hard she tried. Above, Chiron began to moan, breathing faster. Klea took him out of her mouth and he made a disappointed noise, but she didn’t want him to come, not yet.

She turned around on the cushion and assumed the same position as before, on her hands and knees, ass high in the air. Before she could grab his cock again, Arctos was there, guiding it toward her with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other. Klea moved her hips so the tip slid up and down her wet slit.

“Are you ready?” she breathed.

Chiron moaned in response, and she slid herself onto his cock in one smooth motion, her cunt stretching all the way to let him in. Now she was relaxed and even wetter with the other centaur’s seed and Chiron pumped in and out easily, filling her with every stroke, feeling as though he pressed on every nerve with each thrust. Klea closed her eyes and ground her face into the cushion, willing herself not to come just yet, trying to just enjoy the sensation of being filled with what was probably the biggest cock she’d ever see.

Then, she felt a hand on her ass and Arctos’ tongue probing her clit, flicking back and forth with measured, practiced strokes.
They do this all the time
, she realized, and the thought of another girl, another princess, being fucked by one centaur while the other two looked on, turned her on even more.

“I love fucking your tight cunt,” Chiron said, breathing heavily.

“Don’t come,” she said. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Chiron growled above her and thrust so hard Klea saw stars. “Yes,” she gasped. Arctos’ hand on her ass squeezed harder, and despite the cock a centimeter from his face, didn’t speed up or slow down as Chiron pounded in and out of her.

Despite herself, Klea felt her cunt clench together, felt the white-hot pleasure build with every stroke. She tried to relax and unclench, but Arctos’ tongue was relentless, and Chiron’s cock filled her so completely that it was impossible for her not to come again, moaning a low, guttural growl into the cushion as Chiron fucked her even harder, gasping and moaning out his own orgasm until she could feel his semen pumping into her before she collapsed, still face-down, onto the cushion. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get up again, and let herself sink into the warm fabric, feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks.

Behind her, she heard hooves. One of the centaurs, standing and walking away, she thought, and let her eyes drift closed, then felt something nudge her cushion. She opened her eyes and turned to look, and there was the third centaur, the blond one. He stood tall over her, upright, thick cock hanging down under his belly. He still didn’t say anything, just looked at her, lying prone. Chiron and Arctos looked up at him as well, as though they’d been expecting this. Klea pushed herself up from the cushion to get a better look, and as she watched, he knelt down. In one hand was a small carafe, full of a shiny liquid.

“My turn,” he said softly, and poured the viscous liquid onto her lower back so that it pooled there, then ran off to the sides and slid down her ass crack. She flinched when the cool liquid hit her swollen cunt, though it felt good as it ran between the folds there.
 

Olive oil
, she thought, and then suddenly realized what this centaur wanted. He dipped two fingers into it and slid them down her crack until he reached the sensitive bud of her asshole. His fingers circled it.

For the first time that day, Klea was truly nervous. There was just no way she could fit a centaur’s cock in her ass, but despite herself, she pushed back at his fingers, just a little. She remembered how good it had felt a week ago, int he cabin in the woods, when that mystery man had fucked her with a buttplug.

“Come on,” Pholus said, his voice low and smooth. “Be a good girl.” Klea shifted her hips upward the tiniest bit. Even if the cock wouldn’t work, she thought, she wouldn’t say to him fingering her asshole. One hand moved to her clit, slippery with the oil, her juices and the semen that had spilled out of her pussy, and then one finger slowly pushed its way into her asshole.

Klea bit her lip. No matter what, it was always a little weird, just for a few moments, the first time it happened but soon she relaxed into the feeling, arching her back and offering up her asshole for another finger. Pholus obliged, and then, still slowly, still moving around her clit with his other hand, added a third. All three moved in and out, stretching and exploring, the oil making everything frictionless.

“That feels nice,” Klea said, eyes closed, head turned to the side.

“I think she’s ready,” said Chiron.

Klea’s eyes flew open and she felt her asshole clench down on Pholus’ fingers. He chuckled slightly but didn’t stop, his slow, gentle fingers pushing their way back inside.

Arctos, spent, was tracing patterns in the oil on her back, the light touch making the skin there shiver. “Just relax,” he said. “We promise it won’t hurt.”

Pholus leaned down. “I’ll be gentle,” he said. “Promise. Just let me try.” He moved his fingers further into her ass, the pressure delicious. Her nerves began to fade. This felt so good, after all, and so far they’d all been gentle and careful as could be.

“All right,” she said, and the fingers slid out of her ass as Pholus moved his body over her. Pushing herself up on her elbows she saw Chiron reach out for Pholus’ cock, smearing it with oil, then pouring more onto her ass crack, letting it run down.

Klea took a deep breath and arched her back, offering her hole up to waiting cock. Slick fingers probed her cunt, then settled onto her clit. She didn’t know whose they were and didn’t look, focused entirely on relaxing the muscles around her asshole so she could let the monster in. Guided by Chiron’s hand, it pressed on the hole, and Klea exhaled, biting her lip and pushing back, just a little. She felt herself open under the pressure, felt her sphincter muscle clench and made herself relax it. She thought of how good it would feel once he was inside.

Pholus nudged forward, the oil making everything slippery, and then the head of his cock was inside, Klea’s asshole stretched wide. She took a moment to adjust, to lift herself onto her hands, eyes still closed, and then she began to lean into the cock, taking it further into her asshole, little by little. She felt lost in the sensation, feeling places she didn’t know existed in her body touched, lit up with pleasure. Above her, Pholus was whispering things she couldn’t quite hear, things that didn’t sound like words but noises.

A hand began pinching her nipples; another hand kept pouring more oil onto her wide asshole, and suddenly she found she couldn’t move back anymore. She could barely move at all, in fact, pinioned on the centaur’s huge member.

“Is that the whole thing?” she gasped.

Pholus just moaned in response, so she moved one hand back only to feel her asshole flush against his testicles and hairy belly, the cock buried deep in her ass. She leaned forward, felt it slide out, then pushed back, moving the whole shaft in and out.

“More,” Pholus said above, and Klea did it again, faster this time, clenching her teeth against the exquisite feeling. She could feel every inch of it as she moved back and forth on his cock, pressing into him as far as it would go, moving forward so the whole thing was almost out. Pholus was eerily silent apart from his occasional moans, which sounded more like shouts through gritted teeth, pure animal noise.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and she could feel it running down from her hair. The cave had gotten hot with all the sex, and her exertion plus the effort of not coming had made her hot and flushed. It was worth it, though, to feel the cock in her ass for longer, the incredible way it seemed to touch every part of her, pleasure spots she hadn’t known existed until now.

Her last orgasm sneaked up on her, still steadily fucking Pholus, listening to his groans and grunts above her, the other two centaurs rubbing her clit and her tits in time with the fucking, when suddenly she was in its grip, the incredible sensation not quite like she’d felt before, wildfire beginning deep inside and inexorably spreading outward until she was shouting with it, the cave echoing, even her fingertips and toes tingling. She could feel Pholus’ entire shaft spasm as he unloaded himself into her, and felt some of his cum leak out around his cock. Her orgasm took a long to subside, a long time while she buried her face in her cushion she knelt on and hoped that it wouldn’t ever end. At last Pholus pulled out, silent again, and went back to sit on the cushion where he’d been before. Klea collapsed, face down, onto the same cushion she sat on, utterly spent.

For a while, no one talked, the centaurs and the girl snoozing on and off. Finally Klea stood, a little unsteady at first. She filled her goblet with water from a pitcher, she found her tunic and then her armor, began putting them back on. Chiron stretched and stood, walked over to her. He swept her hair off of her shoulders and began doing the buckles of her armor for her.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Of course,” he said. She could still smell herself on his fingers. The whole cave was musky and warm. She drank more water.

“The boar’s not hard to catch,” he said.

“Where is it?”

“A little to the north. There’s a blackberry patch it loves to forage this time of year. Just chase it toward the river, and it’ll get stuck in the mud of the banks. It’s not very smart.”

Klea blinked. “That doesn’t sound hard.”

“It isn’t.”

She leaned against the stone wall and looked up at Chiron, flirting. “I bet I could have figured that out and not gone through all that trouble.”

“Maybe,” he said, smiling.
 
“Was it so bad, though?”

He took her face in one hand and wiped a smudge off of her cheek with his thumb, his hands stickier now than they had been before, but still strong and warm.

“No,” she said, and smiled back, teasing. “Not bad.”

Chiron was right about the boar, and it took Klea a total of twenty minutes after leaving the cave to track it, chase it into the mud, and tie it up. She slung it over her horse and led it back on foot, getting back well after dark covered in mud and bone-tired, only to find the entire palace lit from within with torches and candles.

“What’s going on?” she muttered to her horse.

He shook his head and didn’t answer.

“Fuck it,” she said. “Let’s go take a bath.” As she led the horse off, the doors of the main hall opened and the king strode out, preceded by the same two guards as always.

“Back so soon!” he said. Behind him, Klea could see dozens, if not a hundred or more people craning their necks to see around him. In the middle of it all was a pack of teenage girls, head to toe in white. It was the presentation of the maidens to society. Of course.

“Boars aren’t too smart,” said Klea. “Easy to catch.”

“The centaurs were helpful?”

“Quite,” she said, and gave him her best yes-your-majesty grin. “Perfect gentlemen.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, and gave her one of his up-and-down looks that she hated, a look that said both
I despise you
and
I’ll jerk off thinking about you
tonight
. If Klea were perfectly honest, it was probably the same look she gave him. “Go clean up and feel free to join us,” he said. “You must have quite
 
a story to tell.” With that, he swept back inside the hall, doors closing behind him.

“Ugh,” Klea said to the horse. The horse nickered.

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The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea
is a gender-swapped retelling of the Hercules myth. It's got dirty sex, nasty monsters, and a very horny protagonist — and the whole thing is FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

Prelude: Olympian Pleasure
(First Time)

Part One: Bruises in the Morning
(Rough Shifter Sex)

Part Two: Legend of the Hydra
(An FMF Monster Threesome)

Part Three: Bound and Blind
(BDSM)

Part Four: The Centaurs and the False Maiden
(An MFMM Monster Gangbang)

Part Five: In Among the Gods
(An MMF Bisexual Threesome)

Part Six: Two Hundred Eyes
(An Exhibitionist Gangbang)

Part Seven: The Queen in the Labyrinth
(A FemDom Gangbang)

Part Eight: Insatiable
(Rough Monster Sex)

Part Nine: Pleasing her Majesty
(An FFF Lesbian Threesome)

Part Ten: The Monstrous Coupling
(Monster Sex)

Part Eleven: Letting the King Watch
(Exhibitionism / Voyeurism)