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Chapter 6
Gnash
Yahorsh and Fomag had been by my side for as long as I could remember. When I watched them fall, watched them die, watched them being eaten, never before had I felt so powerless. I was being held in a magic suppressing grip, unable to use my power. My heart was heavy with loss and left no room for anything but a dull sense of utter defeat. The only ray of light was that my new protégé Rey, the boy who might be the only one able to become powerful enough to defeat the demons that are assaulting this world, was sensible enough to remain hidden. All was not lost for the world, although all seemed lost for me. When the hideous zombies, once human before being resurrected as monsters, pushed me into a cage, I had no spirit left to resist. As I was being transported off, the magic suppression lessened and I focused my energy as best I could. Trying to fight my way out would be useless, but there are many branches of magic, and the one I showed most affinity to was the school of Sight. Past, present and future were all visible to me. In dreams and visions, I had relived the demon army's previous invasion, over a thousand years ago, and how they were defeated by the Chosen Circle, a small band of heroes. I had seen how the demons prepared for this new invasion for ages while being sealed in the underworld, how the Lord of Carnage had seized control and started his plans to envelop the world in a cloud of lust. I had envisioned how the mist constantly oozing from the demons will drive any living creature to madness, until only one thing remained in their thoughts: the need to fuck whatever holes they could put their dicks in (or whatever they could put in theirs). I had glimpsed the result: one great pan-terrestrial orgy of constant sex resulting in all living creatures's self-neglect and ultimately their demise. A result where finally nothing remains but barren soil and water and listless undead demons. A future where even the demon overlords become so bored that they prayed they could die. A result that had seemed inevitable, no matter how much I had scouted the temporal planes for alternative solutions, all in vain. But there was one thing I had not foreseen: Rey. In all my visions, he had never crossed my path. I had never seen him before, and I could still not see his future. It's like he was never meant to be here. But if he was invisible to my Sight, then perhaps he could make a yet unseen future come to pass. And so I focused on Rey. Perhaps I would never be able to see his past or future, but I waa able to see his present. Mayhap the connection we had come to share after our night of bonding was strong enough to allow this. I was mortified to see Rey continuing to follow our trail, even after his encounter with Moira the witch. Moira was a legend. An ancient creature. A member of the Chosen Circle who defeated the demons about a thousand years ago. Oh, how I wished that we could have made her acquaintance together. That we could have requested her instructions to improve our magical prowess. Perhaps we might have even convinced her to take up arms alongside us. But alas. Rey ignored her warnings and almost got himself killed. When I saw him dying, I despaired. I clung to his soul, trying to keep it from departing to the afterlife but there was not much I could do from such a distance. However, I felt the presence of other forces helping me. There was Moira. There was another unidentified presence. In the end, however, it was Rey himself who mustered the will to put a halt to his own death. I attempted to admonish him to gain more power before coming back me. I was not certain whether or not my message was well received, but I believed it was. Rey turned another path and left the accursed woods behind him. Oh Rey, you are my only hope! Meanwhile I was still being transported. I kept my focus and followed his adventures. It felt like I became one with him, like a dream where I could see everything through his eyes, feel everything through his mind.
After Rey had made his way out of the dark forest, he wandered around without a true purpose. He realized that he needed to get stronger, but that he would require some help to achieve this goal. A magic tutor would be nice, but he was still clueless about this world and had no idea where to find any towns, cities, academies or whatnot. As he trotted on in a random direction, vast plains and lush wildlife were gradually replaced by dry, barren land until he finally found himself walking on the infertile sands of the Arendar desert. The sun beat down on him relentlessly and the heat was intensified by the dry sand which stretched out around him as far as the eye could see. In this featureless environment he had lost his direction and was unable to backtrack to where he came from. Without supplies and with next to no knowledge how to survive in this habitat, he found himself parched, sunburnt and longing for any shade he could get. But the cloudless skies were as dry as anything else here, and there was nothing to blot out the sun. His mind started reeling. 'I have to keep... Moving... Will not... Die again.' he muttered to himself. He reached the top of a dune and from there he spotted what looked to be a cactus in the distance. The sand shifted under his feet treacherously when he ran towards it, desperate for a sip of fluid. There should be potable sap inside, he thought. He placed his hands on the cactus to break it open but was quickly dissuaded by the pointy stingers digging into his palms. Damnit, he had lost his knife during the wolf's assault. But he got an idea. He channeled the heat from the sun beating down on him and lit the cactus on fire, trying his best to keep it burning only lightly, so as to scorch just the stings without burning the entire plant. It worked and he dissipated the fire. Not waiting for the cactus to cool down, he burned his hands slightly as he cracked open the cactus. Sure enough, a thick creamy liquid seeped out of it. Guzzling in any drops he could get a hold of, Rey found it did little to relieve his thirst. In fact, the cactus sap had a pungent taste, vaguely familiar. Like... Alcohol? Straining under the influence from dehydration and intoxication, he stumbled on deliriously. He thought he saw a pool of water, which then disappeared as soon as he got near. A shading tree... No, just another Fata Morgana. He imagined men laughing as he stumbled from one vision to the next, all tricks of the mind. Finally, he crashed down onto the scorching sand, the last vision being that of a few men on horses standing before him. He looked up to see them. Four, five, six? Three? No, seven? His vision was too blurry to determine the exact number. He seemed to hear muffled voices, but his consciousness failed.
When he came to, Rey found himself bathing in a pool of fresh water. It felt comfortably warm, but cooler than the air around him. He looked around and saw a lush forest canopy shading off the burning heat from the sun. In the distance between the trees, he could make out the yellow desert sand, where the forest ended. Hoofbeats on soft soil sounded behind him, so he turned around to look. Behind where he had been sitting, he saw eight horse legs standing firmly on the ground. Four white, four brown. The continuing hoofbeats suggested that someone else was approaching. As his gaze wandered up, he took in the two horses' bodies. Majestic soft hairs covered their bodies, but like always his eyes were drawn mostly towards their cocks. Heavy balls hung low beneath their bodies. From the sheaths, their members protruded and hung languidly towards the ground. They were not fully erect, but both clearly showed signs of arousal. From his viewpoint they looked ridiculously huge. If he had to make a guess, it'd be almost 50 cm for the white one, and only slightly less for the brown one. Both looked thicker than his own wrist. When he was done ogling the horses' packages, his eyes moved up to the riders. Or... He should have known! The horses and riders actually shared one body. The short fur on the heavily muscled horse bodies went over into human abdominal muscles, no less impressive and also covered in hair, albeit a slightly longer, human variety. The man with the white horse body looked rather old, around halfway into his fifties, while the bay was probably in in his early forties. Rey wasn't usually into older men, but these guys were definitely handsome. He was vaguely aware of his own member chubbing up. He spoke up to divert his attention: 'Hello friends. Thank you for saving me out there. I really cannot thank you enough... I am afraid that I do not have anything to repay you with, though.' The men stared at him with a stern expression, not seeming to have any intention to reply. 'Do. You. Understand. Me.?' They shared a look with each other. After a few seconds, the white one spoke: 'We understand you perfectly well, young human. We do not need your gratitude. We merely did what we believed to be the right thing to do. We carried you to our hot spring. The water's healing properties did the rest. You should feel healthier than ever. We only ask that you leave as soon as possible and tell nobody about our oasis. Not ever. Now come, we will share a meal and then you can be on your way.' ' Sure, whatever', Rey thought, a bit taken aback by the lack of warmth in their reception. But still, this was more hospitality than he could have hoped for. A nice refreshing bath and some food were more than welcome. Then a third centaur arrived at the scene. Rey was instantly smitten. Along galloped a striking young man, likely in his early twenties, brown-skinned in a darkish hue, his slender torso glistened with pearls of light sweat running down the silky-smooth skin. A thin patch of thin black chest hair adorned his firm pectorals and a faint trail lead down on an otherwise smooth body. The horse part of his body sported a short, pitch black fur that was imposing and magnificent to see. The treasure trail continued on the equine part of body, slightly longer hairs leading the way to his hidden riches. His penis was still fully sheathed when he arrived, but his balls swung low. He stopped abruptly when he saw me. 'Hi', he croaked, with an accompanying awkward wave. 'I didn't know we had a guest.' The shy demeanor struck a sharp contrast with his regal looks. Rey got up out of the water, his body plainly exposed, introduced himself again and held out his hand to shake the dreamy stud's hand. The young centaur hesitated for a moment, but then returned the gesture. Snorting sounds escaped the other two mouths while, unseen by Rey from where he was standing, the black horse cock started to grow rapidly to full erection under its body. 'Enough, Ferenze, this traveler will soon be on his way. Stop your obscene behavior at once.' The white stallion said. 'Yes, Uncle.' Ferenze muttered as he reluctantly released his grip. 'Obscene?' Rey interjected. 'Yes, we do not normally touch each other above the waist. It is reserved for intimate moments. I know that this is different for you humans, but my nephew should have known better than to oblige to your customs. You would do well to take note of ours while you are here. Now follow us. We have already prepared some food.' As they turned, Rey noticed Nimuj's cock slyly retracting back into its sheath. He followed the three horse's tails while he admired the broad shoulders on the backs of these men, towering high above him.
They did not have to walk far. Rey noticed that this was but a small forest, an oasis centered around the spring he came out of and surrounded by desert in all directions. He was led to a large rectangular rock that served as a table. Displayed on it were multiple varied vegetable dishes, all held in some sort of ceramic bowls. No meat. There were chopsticks to eat with. 'Go on, have a taste'. The white horse spurred him on. All three of them started eating, and Rey did not have to be told twice either. The food was amazing, each dish appetizing a completely different palette. They moved around the table while eating in silence. 'Now, I believe it is time for you to go.' the elder said after all was finished. Shit, already? Rey would have liked to linger a bit longer, perhaps leave in the morning. Ferenze had the same idea: 'Uncle, can't he stay the night? It will be dark soon, there is no way that he will make it out of the desert before then and he might freeze to death without any garments. Why save a man and then send him out to die immediately after?' The older centaur seemed unimpressed, until the brown steed talked as well: 'He has a point, Omar. Perhaps our guest... Rey... should stay until the morning. I do not sense any hostility from him.' 'Fine.' Omar sighed. 'But he will be your responsibility, Forgan. What do you say, Rey?' 'Thank you for your hospitality, Sir. I will try not to be a burden.' 'Alright then. We have already done our chores for the day, so I suppose you can join us for some drinks and banter while we wait for sunset. Come, now that we have some time, tell us about yourself. What brings you here?' While sipping on cacti cocktails, Rey shared his story. He left out only a few parts about his more intimate moments with Kimchi and Gnash but made sure not to omit the roaming demons that might ultimately prove a threat even to this peaceful oasis. The centaurs's faces darkened, but did not seem surprised. In fact, Forgan responded by relating a story of hardship of their own. 'There used to be more of us, you know. Our herd counted in the dozens, but they are all gone now. Our females died first. They were the warriors of our tribe, you see, known as the Amazons. We stallions are generally trained in defensive and healing magic, not in fighting skills.' Rey wondered how and why they were so muscled then, but decided it might be an impolite question. He listened on. 'Anyway, we used to live far from here on the plains of Aceron, where a few weeks ago a band of unholy creatures, similar to those which you just described, passed through. Our herd had a pact with the Alliance to serve as protectors of the region, so we felt obliged to stop them from reaching the Human kingdoms. We laid in wait to ambush them when they passed, but our battle plan failed. My wife, Omar's daughters, Ferenze's sister, everyone we knew and cared for... They all died within moments. A few of the demons fell too, but not enough. After that, they attacked whomever of our herd that still remained. Only the three of us managed to flee to safety. We are not proud of what we did, but the only choices were fleeing or certain death. I fear that the demons have long reached the Humans by now and I can only pray that they had more luck fighting them off. I don't think there is much we can do to help now that it is just the three of us left... sigh' Rey was shocked to hear how these fearsome centaurs, who sounded like a force to be reckoned with, were decimated with ease. Yet his rsolution would not falter, it only strengthened his resolve to fight and he would not rest until he saved Gnash. Saved me, I remembered. And he hoped the centaurs might still be able to help him. 'I am sorry to hear that. It must have been horrible. But listen, they have captured my friend and he may still be alive. I intend to free him, but I must become stronger. Can you help me? Teach me your magic? Perhaps direct me to someone else who can help?' Omar answered: 'Hmm. I believe you would be a fool to get close to these creatures willingly. But it is your own choice to make... Perhaps we could teach you a thing or two. However, you will have to prove yourself worthy first. It is an ancient custom that you must pass a trial before we can impart you with our wisdom. In the past, that usually meant a duel with one of our amazons, but that is obviously not an option now. I believe I may have another task for you. You can set out tomorrow morning. Ferenze will lead you to a nearby cave that we have not yet been able to explore. You must scout for us, see if the cave is inhabited by any creatures that could pose a threat, or perhaps if there are any forgotten treasures. Who knows, you might find something useful for yourself too. A set of clothes, perhaps.' he chuckled. 'I believe we have some weapons around here. You should take one with you tomorrow, just in case... Let me see if I can get you something suitable.' Ferenze and Forgan watched Rey in silent contemplation while Omar went looking for a weapon. He returned shortly. 'Here, a fine spear for you. It has been crafted from obsidian runestone by a Dwarven mastersmith. Try not to lose it, there are not many of its kind. Come on, give it a swing. 'OK, fine. I'm not very used to melee combat, or combat of any kind to be honest, but let me give it a feel.' Rey took the spear and examined it for a moment. The design looked simple without many ornaments, yet worked out with obvious care. The tip was razor-sharp and looked like it could cut through anything. The shaft was not wooden as he had expected, but made from a light yet sturdy stone material. Rey stepped back and gave it a swing. He wasn't a connoisseur, but the weapon felt like a perfect extension of his hands, the weapon light enough for his modest strength, but the tip sufficiently heavy for powerful swings. He whirled it around a few times and accidentally nicked a tree in the process. The blade had cut clean through half the trunk without giving him much resistance. Wow, this was awesome. Ferenze and Forgan applauded at the performance, probably more amused from the cacti cocktail intoxication, rather than from his actual skill. Still, Rey felt flattered and made a playful bow to his audience. They drank and talked some more by a warm fire as the darkness settled. The temperature dropped somewhat, but the biting cold of a desert night was held at bay by the forest oasis. Finally, they agreed to get some rest and Rey slept by the fireside on a bed of leaves. The centaurs slept standing up.
Rey woke to the feeling of a warm body against his. He opened his eyes to stare right up Forgan's face, who seemed to have picked him up, held him in his arms and carried him away carefully without making any noise. 'What's happening?' Rey whispered. 'Oh, you are awake. Just in time. I have taken you away from the others...' He laid Rey down onto the ground. Rey could see the brown centaur's horse cock standing at full erection. '...To have some private time. I want you, Rey, let me sink myself into you, let me breed that tight human hole of yours and spatter my seed inside.' he said in a strange lustful voice. 'No way! Please, I cannot do this. Look at the size of you, it could kill me!' Although Rey had to admit that he was turned on by the idea of this centaur stud fucking him silly, his common sense screamed that it was way too dangerous. He had already been taken against his will once, and almost once more before. He had had enough of it! 'Please Forgan, don't do this!' 'You can deny, but I see that you want it too. Your own member is standing at full attention.' Rey cursed his own body, his dick always betraying him at the worst possible moments. He thought about running, but how could he outrun a centaur? Leaving no room for further debate, Forgan flipped him over into a position on hands and knees and crawled over him. The tip of the humongous penis pushed at the entrance to his hole, but was too big to immediately fit. 'Please, Forgan, stop this now.' He pleaded again. He tried to buy some time, he would not take this. He started to focus his mind, intent on burning down the entire forest if need be. 'Uncle! Contain yourself! This is not like you!' Ferenze's voice thundered. Forgan paused. 'I... What... What am I doing? You are right. I am sorry Rey.' he said, removing his body away from him. 'I don't know what came over me. It is as if I was in a trance. It is just... We have gone without mares for so long and you seemed lustful for us. I just couldn't contain myself. I am truly sorry. Will you forgive me?' Rey pondered his next move. He watched Forgan, then Ferenze. Both were fully hard, their huge tools straining below their bodies, sometimes twitching up to their bellies. The sexual tension was palpable. He was definitely also horny as hell himself. 'Fine. Considering the warm welcome you guys gave me, I am happy to forgive you. Perhaps, I can even still help you out with your little... big problem,' he said with a glance at Forgan's erection. Rey dropped back to his knees and crawled under the bay horse body. He took a moment to inspect the huge dick from up close. The flared cockhead was about as large as his fist. The shaft was a bit thinner near the tip but steadily increased in girth again towards the base. Getting fucked by this would be nothing less than shoving an entire arm up your butt. But Rey had another plan. He took in the musky smell, which was intoxicating and urged him to take a lick. The cock twitched in excitement. He wrapped both hands around the shaft as far as he could and started moving along it slowly. At the same time, his tongue worked its way around the head. The strong taste was different than anything he had had before, but so good. Unable to get enough of it, he flicked his tongue over it faster and faster, getting heady from the taste and smell. He soon worked his tongue into the piss slit and revelled in the even stronger musky taste. He started practically eating it out with circling and fucking motions from his tongue. Forgan started to gently shove his dick into Rey's face, who opened his mouth wider to let it in. It wasn't an easy fit, but eventually the slicked up cock head pushed into his mouth. He heard a gasp above him. 'This is amazing. Don't stop. Let me in, let me in deeper. Oh yes!' Forgan uttered. Rey welcomed him in further, trying his best to keep his teeth from scraping, while also straining not to dislodge his jaw. His mouth had never been this full. Forgan could not hold back on thrusting - slightly but firmly, pushing up to Rey's throat and back out all the way to the front teeth. Then back in again. Forgan muttered incoherent 'ooh's and 'aah's and 'yeah's, as he neared his orgasm. Without further warning, Rey felt cum flooding into his mouth. The first huge jet hit him in the throat and made him almost choke. Gagging and coughing, he pulled the cock out of his mouth. Undeterred, Forgan' s seed kept on pumping from his dick like water from a fire hose. A few jets later, Rey was almost completely covered from head to toe. He rubbed his hands all over himself spreading the warm fluid out even more and shuddered from the sensations it gave him. It was an unimaginably erotic sensation. As he watched Forgan's cock slowly retreat into its sheath, he scooped his hands up to his mouth and sipped some of the pungent cum. The musky aroma turned him on so much. The initial salty taste dissipated and left a sweet aftertaste. His hands moved to stroke his own cock with the horse cum for lube. He couldn't remember ever having been so hard before. Each soft stroke over his cockhead sent shivers through his entire body like electric shocks and making his cock twitch as his own precum mingled with the horse cum. He was so close to his orgasm, when he caught a movement from the side.
Ferenze walked up to him. He looked amazingly sexy in the faint moonlight shining down between the treetops. Rey had almost forgotten that Ferenze had been watching, but now he felt the need, the lust, the compulsion to please the one centaur he wanted most of all. He walked up to his black beauty and ran his wet hand along the hard abs. This elicited a loud moan from the young stud, who was not used to being touched above the waist, Rey remembered. His hands moved up to one of the stud's firm breasts and he pinched a nipple. Another loud moan. Rey could swear that he saw Ferenze fighting the urge to come there and then, but Rey wouldn't let that happen without that cock in his mouth. He heard Forgan discreetly retreating, leaving the two young men to enjoy each other. Rey started by taking Ferenze's cock in both hands. It was of a deep black color, roughly the same length as Forgan's but slightly thinner, especially the head. His hands rubbed all over the pole, but Rey purposely avoided the more sensitive tip. He started using more of his body, took the pole in a tight hug and moved his arms and stomach over it. Nimuj started thrusting into this moist embrace, Rey's body still lubricated with cum. Rey could see that Ferenze wouldn't last long, so he moved along the shaft until he managed to place his face so that the thrusts slid between his arms into his willing mouth. He wouldn't let this end without getting another mouthful of cum. It only took a few more strokes before he got what he wanted. This time, Rey was able to swallow three gulps before he had to pull the cumhose out of his mouth. It tasted younger, sweeter, sexier somehow than the older centaur's seed. While Ferenze spurted out four more bucket-worth jets of cum over his body, Rey jacked his own cock furiously with his one free hand. It didn't take long before his own cock erupted. His spurts of cum looked almost shamefully small in comparison, but the accompanying orgasm was no less mind-blowing. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. After about a minute, Ferenze had recovered a bit. He picked Rey up and lifted him, the sticky cum making perverse sound effects as he was pulled into a tight embrace. Ferenze leaned in for a kiss. The velvet lips touched his own, and time seemed to stand still. Ferenze pushed his lips inside and they wrestled gently with their tongues. Without breaking their makeout session, Ferenze walked them towards the pool. Once in the water, they washed each other clean, each enjoying the feel of the other's body in the after-bliss of their orgasms. Ferenze often moaned under Rey's touch, which Rey thought of as unbelievably cute. He almost wanted to start all over again, to milk that horse anew. But the combination of darkness, warm water, lack of sleep and physical and mental exhaustion left them sleepy, so they quietly returned to the fireside and resumed their sleep. They could use some rest before embarking on their exploration adventure tomorrow.
End of chapter 6