Page 13 of The Centaur’s Impulse

His permission was all it took. I came hard, my release painting my chest and his fist as he continued to stroke me through it. My body seized around his cock, and I heard him groan in response.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Good boy. That’s what I wanted to see.”

He continued fucking me through my orgasm, his pace relentless, until I was oversensitive. Every nerve ending was firing, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

“I want your other cock,” I heard myself say. “I want to try it.”

That made him pause.

“You sure?” Dimitrios asked, pulling back slightly so he could look at me. His purple cock slipped out of me, and I felt the immediate loss of fullness, which only made me want him back inside me more.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice hoarse but certain. “I want to try it.”

He shifted his position, maneuvering his massive body so that his equine cock was positioned where the other one had been. It was significantly bigger and I felt a spike of nervousness as I took in the sheer size of it. I’d probably bitten off more than I could chew.

“This is going to feel different,” he said, his hand stroking my chest in a soothing motion. “It’s going to stretch you more. If you need me to stop, you say your safe word. No shame in that, understood?”

“I understand,” I said.

He applied more lube, working it in carefully, taking his time to prepare me. His touch was gentle but thorough, and I found myself relaxing into it despite my apprehension. When he was satisfied, he positioned himself and pressed the head of his thick equine cock against my entrance.

The stretch was immediate and intense. I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets as he pushed inside me slowly, deliberately. It was so much more than the purple cock had been. My brain screamed at me to relax, to open up, to take it.

“Breathe,” Dimitrios reminded me, his voice calm and steady. “Just breathe through it.”

I focused on breathing, on loosening the tension in my muscles, on trusting him to know what he was doing. And gradually, impossibly, my body began to accommodate him. The initial burn of the stretch transformed into something else. It was a deep, profound fullness that made me feel utterly claimed and simultaneously like a new man.

“There you go,” he murmured, pushing deeper. “Good boy. You’re made for this, AJ. I can tell.”

His words did something to me. They stripped away the last of my resistance, the last of my doubts. I wasn’t the same person who’d walked into this bathhouse a few hours ago. That AJ had been wound tight, controlled, suffocating under the weight of his own ambition just like Kavi had said. But this AJ, the one lying beneath a centaur, being filled with a cock that seemed to reach deeper than my soul… This AJ was free.

When he began to move, it was slow at first, letting me adjust to each thrust. But as my body relaxed further, as my moans of pleasure grew louder, he picked up his pace. The bed shifted beneath us with each movement, and I realized distantly that this piece of furniture must have been reinforced for exactly this kind of activity.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as he hit that same spot inside me that he’d found with his fingers earlier. “Right there. God, right there.”

“I know,” he said, and I heard the satisfaction in his voice. “I’m going to make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life, AJ. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Part of me knew he was probably saying this to every man who came through that door, that this was just his way of heightening the experience. But another part of me didn’t care. In this moment, with his cock buried deep inside me and his hands gripping my hips, I believed him completely.

My cock was hard again, impossibly so, and I reached down to stroke myself. But Dimitrios caught my wrist gently.

“No,” he said. “You’ll cum from my cock alone.”

So I dropped my hand and just lay there, taking everything he was giving me. The pleasure built slowly, differently than it had before. This was deeper, more intense. It wasn’t just about the physical sensation anymore, though that was incredible, it was about the surrender. It was about finally letting someone else tell me what to do.

“I’m close,” I gasped, my hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Not yet,” he commanded, his grip on my hips tightening. “Hold it. I want you to feel me cum inside you first.”

I bit down on my lip, fighting against the urge to let go, as he continued to fuck me with increasing urgency. His breathing grew heavier, his movements more erratic. I could feel him getting close, could sense the tension building in his massive body, his cock thickening inside me.

“Fuck,” he growled, and then he was cumming, filling me with so much of his seed that I could feel it overflowing, dripping down my ass onto the silk sheets beneath us.

“Now,” he commanded. “Cum for me now.”

That was all it took. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my entire body convulsing with the intensity of it. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and for a moment, I wasn’t even sure where I ended and he began.

As my vision began to return, Dimitrios collapsed beside me on the bed, his massive body taking up most of the space. I was breathing hard, my body covered in a sheen of sweat and cum and lube, completely and utterly spent. I still wasn’t completely sure who I was, but I didn’t care either.