#centaur smut

[lyonnerileyauthor]

back on my cowboy centaur bullshit.

a centaur who works on a ranch, keeping the cows in line and fixing fences. he's the one they call to help make sure a calf is born safely. his hands are tough and calloused, his skin tanned from the sun. he works hard, but on his days off, he's focused only on you.

you climb onto his back and go on a long ride into the hills, through dense forests where you can spot deer through the trees. the two of you hike for hours until you reach your favorite place: the meadow at the top of a broad hill. this time of year, wildflowers are blooming, and you slide off his back to land on your boots.

your centaur takes off his hat and sets it down in the soft grass, so you can see his shining hair. here, there's one lone tree where the two of you have built a swing, just the right height for you to lie on it while he gets on top of you.

he cages you in with four legs, trapping you underneath him. you glide along his underside until you reach his cock, which is long, so long, and impossibly thick. but you've worked hard to learn how to take it, and so when you position him between your thighs, he glides in easily.

darlin', your centaur moans, his legs shivering as he fills you up. he knows not to push in all the way in because he's too much. but just this taste of you, halfway sheathed in you, is almost enough to make him explode.

he rocks his hips, loving you slowly, the swing moving in time with his thrusts. you're surrounded by him and his big, dapple-gray belly, whining and crying out with every pump of his huge haunches.

when you cum, tightening so sweetly, he can't help himself. he releases with a guttural groan, filling you so full that it spills out everywhere. he stands, panting, until the two of you disentangle, and then he kneels in the flowers to kiss your lips.

once you're cleaned up, you climb onto his back to return to the ranch as the sun sets behind the distant peaks.

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[dark-moonlust]

Centaur’s Mate

Pairing: Centaur x human reader

Summary: you are traveling the valley when you meet your mate, a handsome and powerful centaur. You get pounded good, and taken back to his home. He’ll keep you forever.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, explicit centaur smut, huge 🍆, magic to fit, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

The sun hung low in the sky, its shafts casting an amber glow over the wide, rolling plains. The vast valley stretched out in every direction, a feast for the eyes. The view certainly made up for your traveling all these days. It was a breathtaking place, serene and the perfect escape from every day life.

As you ascended a gentle hill, you saw him.

At first, he appeared like a dream, his form shimmering in the distance.

But as you walked closer, you realized it was a centaur—a centaur!

Standing tall and majestic, the fading light cast shadows upon his massive form. His upper body was that of a powerful man, his shoulders wide, his chest broad, his arms muscular and toned. His lower half, however, was that of a sleek, strong horse, its coat a glossy chestnut brown.

Eyes as brown as the coffee bore into yours and took your breath away. There was something in his gaze, in his towering presence and otherworldly beauty that awoke pleasure instead of fear. You should be running for your life yet you remained moveless, captivated.

The centaur approached you, his hooves tapping the ground.

“Little human,” he said, his voice deep and scratchy. “What brings you to my lands?”

“I… I am traveling,” you stammered, head rising to face him. Now that he was closer he was at least two heads taller than you. “Am I trespassing?”

“You are welcome here.” He smiled and that made your pulse quicken.

“Fate has brought you to me at last,” he said, a hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “You look tired, little one. Allow me to offer you some comfort.”

Before you could respond, he cupped your midsection and lifted you, bringing you against him. His hold was potent, his scent musky and woody. His fingers roamed your back, massaging the tender muscles while his scent willed your submission. You felt all warm and tingling, his scent was indeed intoxicating and you felt a strange connection spark between you.

You barely protested when your clothes were tugged away.

One by one, the centaur exposed you to him, his eyes kissing your exposed skin with hunger.

“You are beautiful, little traveller,” he murmured, his eyes gazing at your pert breasts, your soft tummy and between your legs. You rubbed your thighs together, your pussy slick and hot.

“Why? What’s happening?” you whispered, feeling more liquid warmth trickle down your thighs.

“You’re responding to me. As you should, my mate”, he said, his breath hot against your ear. “I’ve waited a long time for you.”

More wetness gathered in your cunt and you winced at the throbbing need that steadily spread all over your body. You leaned into him, whining softly when he kissed your dry mouth, his lips brushing yours languidly. You clutched his soft mane while his tongue slipped into your mouth and mated with yours. The kiss went on and on, and he slowly brought his hand between your thighs, working them open. You mumbled a weak protest against his lips but he swallowed it with his kisses.

His large hand nudged your legs, a calloused finger rubbing your poor needy clit, round and round while you blabbered in his mouth and begged him for more. The thick finger entered your pussy, curving deep inside. Gods, even his finger was as thick as a human dick. Your thoughts scattered when he added another, your juices more than enough to keep him going. Slick sounds resounded as he finger fucked you while kissing you hungrily.

“Yes, that’s right, such a good tight pussy,” he said, curving his long fingers inside you. “Feels good, doesn’t it, little human?”

“Hmn… feels so good.” You arched your back, pleading him to give you more.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his voice vibrating through you.

“I trust you.”

“Close your eyes, little mate.”

With a nod, you did as told. You felt him fingering you deep, his finger squelching lewdly. A tingly warmth followed as he stroked you deep but with care, murmuring under his breath, the words foreign to your ears. You winced a little and guessed he had added another finger.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice strained.

You blinked, welcoming the view of his beautiful face and then gazed down at where his fingers parted your pussy. Your eyes widened! You had taken four of his fingers inside you, your lips stretched wide and trickling slick juices. Desire pulsed, you saw him pull them out, a wet squelch echoing before he thrust them back in with ease.

“You did something, didn’t you?”

“Centaur magic.” He kissed your forehead. “I’d never put my mate in danger.”

You smiled. He was so sweet, while finger fucking you into oblivion.

“You’ll take my cock deep inside you, won’t you, love?” he drawled, his free hand pinching a tight pink nipple.

“Ahnnn yesssss, I’ll try.”

He groaned, deep and low as he lifted you and pumped his fingers even deeper. Your feet left the ground and wrapped around his horse shoulders. You clutched his strong arms for stability while he stroked your sensitive walls and kissed you. You came with a loud cry, wiggling your waist to ride his fingers deeper and faster. You felt him smile against your skin and gently, he set you on your feet.

Growling low, he moved you, his hooves pounding steadily on the ground. Strong human hands guided you to stand against a huge boulder, your feet firmly on the ground, palms flat against the stone. Positioning his great horse body behind you, he stretched as far as he could go, his front hooves settling way above your head. He bent a little to adjust your height difference, supporting his weight on his back hooves.

You shivered at the feel of someone so huge against your back. You looked back and down, your eyes widening at the cock rising from under his horse belly. It was at least the size of five of his fingers. The massive length jutted upwards, the flared head leaking with pre-cum— lots of it. His balls were huge and swollen, hanging heavily from between his horse legs. You licked your lips, wondering just how you’d feel taking that monster dick inside you.

"I can’t," you muttered, breathless. “Too big.”

“You can, little mate,” he said as his swollen cock rubbed against your pussy. “You took my fingers, you were made for me.”

Heat curled down your spine at what you were about to do. But the Centaur seemed to sense your worry, so he shifted a little just so he could slide his fingers over your leaking cunt.

“Drenched and ready,” he said huskily. “My magic protects your pretty pink cunt. Do not fear.”

“O… okay. Be gentle?”

“Always, my love.”

You held your breath when you felt his cock sliding across your entrance, your pussy hot and slick. His shaft pressed closer against you, his smell surrounding you; musky animal and masculine.

Gently, he entered you, the cockhead invading the tight slit of your pussy. You inhaled sharply, your jaw slackening as you felt him penetrate you, his powerful body invading your smaller one. The sensation was unbelievable, overwhelming. You expected to feel pain but only pleasure came. You gasped when he buried himself to the hilt.

You’d taken a massive centaur cock. You felt it throb inside you, causing your belly to puff up. The centaur turned even harder at the sight of your stomach and you hissed as the head of his cock kissed your cervix.

"Tight," he groaned. “My little mate with her perfect little cunny.”

“Wow,” you panted, feeling so stretched and full.

He fucked you slowly at first, his cock drawing out of your depths frothing with your juices. You were so wet and despite the extreme tightness, that allowed him to fuck you in steady surges. His pace soon picked up, his horse body moving against you, leaving you no choice but to take his invasion.

He buried himself over and over while his heavy balls bounced and hit your clit. Eyes shutting, you came hard around him, sweet climax rolling through you. He pumped even harder, growling like the beast he was, while you mewled and rocked with the power of his horse hips. With a defeating roar, he spurted inside you, his cock pulsing so strongly that you came again with violent aftershocks.

Load after load of cum exploded inside you, it was too much. It filled your belly, turned it even more round and trickled down your shaking legs. Sleepy and pleasantly fucked, you barely noticed as he turned you and strapped you to his body, securing you with strong but soft bindings. The hold on you was sturdy but didn’t hurt you at all. His cock was buried deep inside you, your cheeks cradled against his belly.

“I will take you to my home now, little mate,” he said fondly. “You will be safe with me, cherished, loved and well-fucked forever.”

[monstersholygrail]

I'm trying to figure out the logistics of centaur x human fucking..... how does it work??? Does the centaur just strap you to the underside of him??? I'm so confused ;;

Oh, dear anon, Sh sh sh. Lay your head down and relax for you no longer have to be confused. I would love to explain this to you. You see, there are many ways in which one can fuck a centaur!

As per the example you provide, yes! That is a way you can fuck a centaur. All strapped up in a harness to the Centaur’s underbelly, allowing his cock to sink deep inside you. Your limbs completely wrapped around his body. Helpless to move as you’re just completely at the mercy of his relentless thrusts. Even more toe-curling when Centaur takes you on the move into a light trot leaving you to bounce on his huge length.

A Centaur may also choose to lay you on your back or your belly on an array of objects so long as you’re at the right height. For instance, a Centaur may lay you down on a perfectly leveled table. Leaving you at exactly the right height to allow his cock to slide into your messy drooling pussy.

If you like things a little more classic, there are a multitude of ways in which to properly fuck a Centaur. Such as leaning forward on your knees as the Centaur lunges forward, standing with your legs spread and bending forward as the Centaur thrusts forward into your cunt, some impressive bending on you and your Centaur bfs part with you lifting your body upward and the Centaur kneeling forward.

Centaurs can also lay on their backs and you can ride them to your hearts content, smoothing your hands up and down their body as their huge cocks impale you. Same goes for lying on their side. You can ride their length as they rest on their sides, which gives them more access to reach you. In this positive you two may also lay together, their legs and arms wrapping around you and holding you close to their body as they slowly fuck their length inside of you.

In my recent fic, which you can find here, is another way to fuck a Centaur. Having them tie you up however they wish in order to give them better access to your holes. Then another way to fuck a Centaur has been brought to my attention here. Which has a Centaur wearing a strap so that you and your Centaur bf can be face-to-face as you fuck.

I’m sure there are a multitude of other ways, but I hope this mini-guide was educational and helpful in aiding you and others to seeing the wonders of centaur-fucking.

[rs-hawk]

Hiii! I just saw your centaur horny post and I definitely NEED to read reader giving shy centaur!boyfriend a handjob bc he can't do so 🤧🤧

You and your Centaur Boyfriend have been going really slow. The most you’ve done so far is kiss. Even that, though, you can tell excites him so bad that he can hardly stand it. His huge cock hardens quickly, eagerly leaking precum with each kiss or nip on the lips. When your tongue invades his mouth, he whines, grinding his cock on the ground slightly since he usually sits while you make out.

“You always get hard so fast,” you tease him one day, lightly tugging on his hair to break the kiss.

His face instantly reddens as he tries to break eye contact. When you don’t let him, he mumbles out, “well, I’ve never cum so it’s hard for me to not get excited.”

A grin cracks your face as you look down at him, tilting your head. “Really?”

“Don’t smile like that!” he protests sheepishly, looking down, his tail flitting.

You tug him up by his hair, only letting go once he’s fully standing. “I can help,” you offer as you walk beside him, dragging your nails along his flank.

He whines, hoofing at the ground with his front hoof. “R-really?”

“Of course. You should have told me before,” you say in a fake sympathetic voice as you trail one of your fingers up his leaking cock.

That draws another whimper out of him. His breathing always quickens. You curl your fingers around his shaft, but it barely covers half. You decide to crawl under him so you can wrap both hands around his throbbing shaft.

“Baby,” he moans, bucking against your hands already.

You shush him quietly, slowly working your hands up and down his shaft. He pants, rocking his hips back and forth as you slowly Jack him off. He quickly resorts to whining and begging for you to speed up. He’s a good boy for you, right? You should want to let him cum. He’ll do anything you want if you let him cum. He’s a mess, whining and bucking his hips like he’s a bitch in heat. Trying to just get any kind of friction.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you purr as you begin to speed up, using his precum to help keep your pace, smearing it all over his cock.

“Please, please,” he moans, hiccuping as he tries to keep from cumming despite how desperately he’s throbbing in your hands.

You giggle, running your tongue along the head of his cock. He groans, shivering and panting. Before he can get out another beg, you pull away from him, going faster than you had before, moving your hands up and down quickly.

“Okay baby. You can cum.”

He thanks you repeatedly, panting your face in his cum. His whole body shakes as he leans back on his back legs, his chest heaving and eyes half lidded.

“That’s my good boy. You did so good for me.”

[xazse]

Warnings: Centaur!Suguru x Centaur!Satoru x female!reader + smut + size difference(ofc) + fantasyAu + big cocks + squirting + jerking off + big!men + notproofread + VERY NASTY!! + blowjob + lots of cum + cumming inside + Mean!Suguru + you may not be into this and that’s okay! Skip and wait for my other works, love you<33

Centaur!Satoru and Suguru are huge men, bigger than you they tower over you with broad chests and thick bodies that look sculpted Greek gods.

They found you passed out deep in the forest, No human had ever come this deep, they’ve heard of your kind but never actually seen small things like you, only the elders have seen humans and their terrible nature.

They’ve been warned countless times that they aren’t to be trusted. But what could a thing like you do to them? They could easily snap your neck should you become aggressive and so far you haven’t. They’ve been secretly nursing you back to health in a little cave they fixed up for you. With a broken ankle you can’t do much moving, they could let you ride on their backs but they’re curious things who want to know a little bit more about you, so they’ll keep you for just a tad bit longer.

You’re so sweet too, the stories about your kind don’t compare to your innate sense of kindness, you allow them to ask allKinds of questions no matter how weird or personal they get, Satoru had really gotten curious about your feet, how do you manage to balance on just two? He needs four to support his body properly.

You giggled so sincerely and explained that to him in the most make-a sense way possible.

You love touching and rubbing their hefty backs, when they lay down near you, your hand always finds a way to rub their soft fur, they seem to enjoy it. Things get a little weird when they find themselves unusually interested about what’s in between your legs, they asked and you obliged to let them see but not underneath your panties.

You shyly spread your legs and lift up your shirt, your fat clothed cunt on display for them to see, they stare for a little: intrigued at how different you are from their females. Then the touching begins, it goes from just looking at you to you allowing them to rub you through your underwear.

Suguru is the first to move closer to you to take his thumb and rub up and down, when he grazes your clit and sees the hitched breath you hold back he does it again, then again. Gaining even more cute reactions out of you.

Satoru is an impatient thing who wants in too, he slips his finger beneath your underwear and quickly pulls back: you’re wet, soaked in fact.

He slips his fingers back in, rubbing them inbetween your plump lips, he moves down far enough to feel where your wetness is more prominent, when he pushes inside that little opening you let out the lewdest moan you’ve had all evening.

Oh.

That spurs Suguru to also slip his hand into your panties, he rubs the little nub at the top whilst Satoru prods his fingers in that little twitchy hole.

Suguru being the most level headed is the one who’s bringing his hand to his own unsheathed cock, you get a glance through glassy hazy eyes at him: he’s thick and long, a nasty combo to have.

He starts stroking himself in tune with the way he rubs you clit, the way he squeezes himself looks like it hurts but he seems unfazed by the grip, he just keeps his eyes trained on your greedy cunt already taking two of Satoru’s fingers.

“Oh god… do it faster Satoru.” Suguru moans out so unashamed, asking for Satoru to give you more pleasure so he in turn can feel more as well. Satoru abides and further ruins your pretty pussy.

You’re suddenly being forced stomach down on a hefty rock, Satoru is the one mounting you, you think he’s forgetting just how massive he is that you can’t possible take his cock, even his tip looks to be too much.

“Toru, calm down, she can’t take you right now.” Suguru telling satoru to calm down like the look in his eye isn’t excited at the thought of Satoru just forcing his entire length in, Suguru is still jerking off his slick cock in a rough manner.

“Mhn… a little- jus’ a little” Satoru rubs his tip against your pussy, dipping inbetween your lips just to cover it in your sopping wetness. You help him push his thick tip in a little, the stretch is something you’ve never felt before, it hurts so bad but it makes you want more.

He gets a little past his tip in, and starts rocking his hips agaisnt you, making you take anymore than this is off the table he’d seriously injure you.

Suguru can be heard, groaning when he sees you’ve squirted on Satoru’s cock, his tip remind you.

You’re left panting opened mouthed, filled leaky cunt and Satoru not even finished with you.

MORE:

He can’t grip you the way he wants with this position but he really needs you to stay still, he just needs to filt a little more of his cock inside then he’ll be satisfied, maybe.

Suguru catches on and makes his way to you, plopping his huge body near you, he softly coos to calm you down from that orgasm, this act quickly fades when his strong arms are gripping you down so you can take more, you don’t protest instead you let Satoru fill you just a little more.

It’s so hard for you not to cum around his cock again, though he begs and eggs you on so he can feel that feeling of you clenching so hard around him.

You’re so distracted by Suguru lightly decorating your face in hot messy kisses that when you feel empty for a split second, a whine makes its way up your throat-

“Guh-“ Satoru starts slamming into you, slamming into your sticky soppy cunt over and over, your sounds do nothing but spur on this dangerous man

“Fuck… fuck..” Satoru’s above panting like a mutt in heat, he hasn’t ever felt something like this before, the intensity that spreads through his body is subpar, pussy has never felt this good he thinks, he’s never been able to stick his cock in something but something so small like yourself made it worth the wait.

“Satoru… Satoru.. hurry-“ Suguru really can’t take this anymore he needs to get his dick wet, he can’t take his cock continuing to twitch wildly. Satoru’s face Is a deep shade of red and he has the lewdest expression on his face while he’s fucking his long cock inside of you.

“Such a tight pussy- fuck I swear.”

“M-gonna cum…”

Satoru’s pace starts slowing down, his cock starts getting more and more erratic and excited.

Satoru finally spills inside your little cunt, his thick fat load is too much for you to handle, it starts leaking out of your puffy lips. he has no time to admire his mess before Suguru is promptly grabbing your tired body and guiding you inbetween his legs.

He can’t fuck your cunt today but he sure will another day, he’ll settle for letting you suck his cock.

He relaxes his body and you get the memo, he’s just as big as Satoru, speaking of Satoru he’s completely out of it, simply laying in the grass catching his breath.

You suckle on the tip of his, Suguru definitely didn’t wait all this time for you to give him kitten licks, he reaches and grabs a tuft of your hair, guiding you to properly suck him.

You open your mouth as much as you can and try to take as much as possible, the rest you use your hands.

“That’s more like it- shit..”

You bob your head to the best of your ability, making sure to pay extra attention to his tip, you suck and lick up all the leaking pre-cum, making sure not to waste any, every motion you make makes your sensitive cunt throb, Satoru really did a number on you.

You jerk him off, and get as much spit as you can muster all over his cock, you can tell you’re finally doing a good job when all Suguru can do is groan with no shame.

You start messing with his balls and It doesn’t take long for Suguru to cum- he’s been holding back for a while, long ropes of cum land all over your face.

The two beautiful centaur men lay there as you stare ahead at them trying to get it together.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first. 

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out. 

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you. 

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse? 

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse. 

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse. 

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last. 

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet. 

Ah, well. 

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds. 

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death. 

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake. 

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life. 

— A mistake? 

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half. 

— I just wanted to take some food. 

— Is there a hunger? 

— No. 

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair? 

You gulp. 

— I…am not allowed back. 

— Why? 

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people. 

— We had…mutual disagreement. 

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here. 

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded. 

— You’re exiled then. 

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die. 

— I am. 

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death. 

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja? 

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this. 

— Ko-nig. Ja? 

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all. 

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts. 

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist. 

And oh, he proceeds. 

— They finally send us proper sacrifices. 

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh. 

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now? 

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him. 

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before. 

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him. 

— Relax, human. Be a good mate. 

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children. 

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more. 

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only. 

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you. 

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break? 

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his. 

He is exiled from other centaurus. 

You are exiled from humans. 

What a beautiful fucking pair. 

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other. 

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you. 

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon. 

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better. 

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days. 

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place. 

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts. 

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy. 

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons. 

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear. 

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock. 

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice. 

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you. 

[monstersflashlight]

Day 8. Monster-kinktober: Medieval Menace + Aftercare/Role play

A/N: This is medieval role-play and the idea is thanks to @hyperionferrison who suggested: “county/country fair where they have harness pulls and the like-fem reader teases a minotaur and a centaur competing in a contest against each other that the winner can have her. They decide to pull to a draw and double team the cock-tease”. This is completely and utterly historically inaccurate, and you have to be very imaginative with the poses, but I think it’s quite good, so have fun!

Minotaur x centaur x fem!reader || sharing is caring, role-play, teasing, oral sex, spit-roast, size difference

“And the price… for today’s harness pull is… this pretty lady,” the announcer said as you shivered in anticipation.

You looked over all the monsters waiting in line and measured them mentally, deciding where your hope laid. There was a couple of them that you could see yourself going back with, and there you saw them. There was a minotaur and a centaur who looked so big and strong that they looked like mountains between all the others.

You slowly sashayed your way towards them, pushing your chest up so your boobs looked indecent in your corset, almost spilling out. You heard some of the monsters gasping when you passed, but you didn’t mind them any attention, your body already choose, and you knew they will win, either of them was fine… both of them would be golden.

“You, and you,” you said pointing at them, your neck pulled back to be able to see their faces, so far over you. The size difference was so noticeable that your pussy was already tingling about it. Your inner size queen self was more than ready to be stretched. “Whoever wins can have me,” you announced, talking loud enough so everyone could hear, but directing your words just at you.

“I’ll win and we’ll have the best night of your life, my lady,” the minotaur said, his voice deep and rough, sending sparks down your spine.

“You won’t win anything, bull,” the centaur said, sounding like an insult, “I will make sure you end the night satisfied, my lady,” he added. They looked at each other and growled, making you whimper softly, your pussy getting soaked under the many layers of your skirt.

“Let the contest begin,” the organizer behind you repeated, alerting more participants around you.

You weren’t worried, you knew the rest had no choice in front of the big minotaur and strong centaur, their strength was unmatched. And when the contest began, they rapidly started outshining every other contestant, to everyone’s amazement. The crowd was cheering like crazy, frenzy rising among the people around you as they pulled. It was a spectacle to behold, their muscles bulging and their bodies pushing forward… Your body reacted immediately, getting wetter and more aroused every time they moved.

By the time there were only two left, you felt like you were melting, your underwear soaked and your clit tingly as they were only two left. As expected, the minotaur and the centaur stood one in front of the other, growling at each other faces. But when a smile broke on their faces, you felt like lightning hit your body. Something big happened right there, too far away from you to hear.

“We aren’t going to pull anymore,” the centaur announced loud enough for everyone to hear. Someone gasped beside you, and you stood there, mouth open and confused.

“What then?” The announcer asked, as confused as everyone else.

“We share the price,” the minotaur explained, looking directly at you. You had to fan yourself, suddenly you felt too hot under your clothes.

Some random person asked: “Is that allowed?” And to everyone’s surprise, the announcer nodded.

“Very well, gentlemen, the price is yours to do whatever you want with her.” You shivered again, your body too pent up with desire to even comprehend the whole implications of the two monsters sharing you. But when they approached you, everyone around them stepped back.

The minotaur arrived to you first, his hand coming around your waist, cupping a feel of your ass as he did so. “Let’s go to the inn to find a place to retrieve our price, my lady…” He teased as he grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you over the centaur’s back. You laughed cheerfully as they moved through the crowd towards the inn, your pussy getting wetter and wetter by the minute.

You were in a daze as they drove you into a room, everything looked tidy and neat, but you didn’t care at all. They slowly let you down to your feet and stared at you, expectantly. You only wanted to be ravished by those two monsters that won you in the contest. And you verbalized that, much to their surprise: “Who is going to have his way with me first?” You asked, cheekily. They looked at you with utter surprise as the minotaur broke down into a big laugh.

“You are a true gem, my lady,” he let out between laughs. You were about to answer when the centaur grabbed your head roughly and claimed your mouth in the most passionate kiss you’ve ever received. You whimpered against his lips as he devoured you. “Good Goddess you two look amazing together,” the minotaur added, the laugh long gone and a spark of need in his tone. “My turn,” he said as he pulled you away from the centaur’s mouth and claimed your mouth until you were breathless and your legs gave out under you. But they got you.

Two seconds later you were laying flat on the bed, and your clothes were slowly being peeled off your body by four grabby hands that teased and groped every inch of uncovered flesh. By the time you were naked, you were a panting mess of need, and they were two hungry beasts trying to devour you. You squirmed as they stared at your naked glory, and when they launched at you at the same time you screamed in joy.

The centaur took off his loincloth and approached you, his dick moving side to side in the most mesmerizing rhythm. It looked magnificent, giant and leaking, all red and needy for you. You wanted to be a witch in that moment, just so you could do some kind of magic to swallow him down completely. But there was no way you could take more than his tip in your mouth, probably not even that because of his girth.

“I can’t- I can’t take it all,” you lamented when the centaur cock was in front of your face, pouting as you looked at it.

“Don’t worry about it, my lady, I would take whatever you want to give me,” his tone was reverent as he positioned himself over you, his hooves close to your head. He looked like a giant looking down at you like that, and that made it even hotter for some weird reason.

“You are being too nice to her, she’s our price after all,” the minotaur said somewhere between your legs.

The centaur position over your body made it impossible for you to see anything but his dick and balls. It was a great sight. You were about to answer him when his mouth made contact with your dripping cunt. You cried out, and the centaur took advantage of your open mouth to press the tip against your mouth. You licked over it without even thinking, your body reacting before your brain could process it.

Your brain was trying to make sense of all the sensations at once, the huge tongue of the minotaur licking over your sensitive flesh as he growled low every time you clenched over nothing, so needy to be filled. And in the other end, the tasteful flavor of the centaur against your taste-buds, your tongue going over and over the tip and collecting all the precum pooling there. He kept making those tiny whimpers that were driving you insane.

When the minotaur pushed a big finger inside your pussy, you opened your mouth in a gasp, accidentally swallowing more of the centaur’s cock and choking on it a tiny bit. He instantly pulled back, apologizing, but you didn’t want any of that, you could feel your pleasure building as you grabbed his cock with both hands and started stroking it in earnest, your mouth finding the tip again, sucking around it and making him scream your name.

The first orgasm took you by surprise, you screamed around the dick in your mouth as the minotaur roared against your pussy, his big tongue collecting all your juices as his fingers pressed against your G-spot. It was marvelous, better than ever. You laid there quiet and content for a total of five seconds before you felt the tip of an enormous dick against your still twitching pussy and the centaur whined over you, reminding you he existed.

You groaned loud and deep, launching for his cock again, alternating between sucks and jerking him off with both hands. The second the minotaur pushed his dick inside of you, you were seeing stars, he was so big he filled you completely, all your nerves coming to attention at the same time. He couldn’t fit inside of you, not completely, but he pushed until you could feel him tickling your cervix. It was the most amazing feeling ever, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

Nobody spoke, there was only a symphony of groans, moans and whimpers as the minotaur fed your pussy and you fed on the centaur’s cock. The combination of dicks was soon too much for your poor body and brain, and you exploded into a thousand pieces of high pleasure as the minotaur filled you with his seed and you swallowed the first shoot of the centaur’s come. He pulled back to avoid choking you, painting your face and tits with his come as the minotaur’s come overflowed your pussy and made a mess out of your southern region.

By the time all of you were done, you were covered in come and completely sated, your body too tired to even think of moving. “I’m sleepy…” You whispered, your voice almost gone. You closed your eyes as you heard some movement around you, your body suddenly cold. But it didn’t remain like that for long.

“We know, darling, but we need to take care of you. You promised you would let us do this after this little game. You need to pee and we even prepared a bath. Don’t you want a bath? It’s all warm,” your minotaur boyfriend tried to convince you to move, his hands slowly caressing your body.

You whined, not wanting to move, but you raised your arms to indicate you wanted to be carried. He chuckled and did exactly that, walking with you to the bathroom where your centaur boyfriend was adding some essential oils to the water. “Come here, babe, you deserve to be cared for,” he told you kissing your forehead softly.

They slowly washed all the cum from your body, tender hands and fingers traveling all over to make sure you were relaxed and content.

“Told you the medieval fair was going to be good,” you mumbled as one of them washed your hair.

“Yeah, yeah, you are always right, my lady,” the minotaur joked much to the centaur’s amusement.

They took care of you until your body was languid and relaxed, and then cuddled with you in bed until your breathing evened out and you fell asleep between their warm bodies… That night you fell in love with them a tiny bit more.

[lyonnerileyauthor]

your centaur husband spends his days charging into burning buildings, tossing people over his big, sturdy back to save them from the flames. he’s always tired afterwards, but that only makes him more eager to have you.

he’s built you a swing, you see, that hangs from the rafters, with stirrups for your feet and another set for his front hooves. he always places you in it gently, buckling you in, making sure you’re spread out wide for him before his body settles over yours. he takes you slowly at first, and it’s always a bit of a tight fit—but soon the exquisite feel of you goes to his head, and his heavy haunches are pounding into you for everything you have while the ceiling squeaks overhead. you wonder if he might bring the roof down on top of you.

he moans your name, and after stuffing you full with his seed, his four legs settle down on the floor with you in his arms, just the way he likes to sleep.

[davinawritings]

Alright so I just thought this would be a little fun to do for a short story and thought I would get your opinions lol

Let me know what you would be most interested in! 💕🖤❤️❤️🖤💕

Link to poll to vote for monster

[dark-moonlust]

𖥔˚ Mixed/Other Species Mοnster Smut 𖥔˚

This masterlist will include different types of mοnsters that will be in all kinds of smutty situations with the reader. My reader inserts are usually female unless stated otherwise.

Railed in a Sundress (2 vampires x human)

Bonds of Fate -Commission (Centaur x Werewolf x Human)

The Werewolf, the Minotaur, and Their Mate

Claimed by the Bear Hybrid

Cozy Life with your Bear Hybrid

Caught Between The Fae -Commission

The Griffin’s Claim (griffin x reader)

Whispers in the Dark (fae x human reader)

Werehyena’s mate (werehyena x reader)

A Night to Remember (mothman x reader)

The Heart of the Night (black panther x femreader)

Forest Guardian PART 1 (Forest guardian x reader)

Forest Guardian PART 2

Love Across the Cosmos (alien x reader)

Alastair’s Possession PART 1 (ghost x reader)

Secret Lovers (alligator hybrid x otter f!reader)

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Definitely didn't know this was something I was into... 🤭

Centaur Head Canons: Tying you up

Centaur bf x fem!reader— bondage, teasing, nipple play, oral (f!receiving), cum eating, yandere behavior

The height difference between you and your centaur bf was always something you both enjoyed, despite its brief troublesome moments.

One of those moments being the strain it put on his body whenever he maneuvered himself to eat you out. The most troublesome part of that being is that your centaur bf fucking loved to lap at your sweet pussy. He longed to get lost in the apex of your thighs and to suffocate between your folds.

It was his favorite meal and every now and then he couldn’t help but kick his legs back, tail already swishing in anger by not having easier access to your cunt.

Until one day he couldn’t help but notice the beams and the way they crossed within his stable. The height at which they sat… leading to a wicked idea forming in his mind.

And that’s how you found yourself suspended high up in the air of Centaur bfs stable, constricted around so many loops of rope you had lost count. Your arms strung up in the air and your legs forcibly spread as wide as they could go. Leaving yourself vulnerable to whatever your bf wanted to do to you.

Centaur bfs ties the knot right in the valley of your breasts, the texture of the rope sending goosebumps along your spine and hardening your nipples.

“You’re gonna do so good for me, sugarplum,” your bf rumbles, his southern accent having a naturally calming effect on you. His hands teasingly trail down your body, eliciting gasps from your throat as he makes his way down to your glistening pussy. Already so wet and ready for him.

Centaur bf’s mouth salivates the second your scent wafts into his nose. His licks his lips, leaning in and soaking up every bit of the scent of your arousal. He lets it coat his tongue, imagining being able to taste you and fully lose himself in your flavor. His hands massage your steady thighs, gripping the bottom of them so he can keep your dripping folds right up against him.

He nuzzles into you, getting your essence all over his face. Not wanting to rush a moment of this he just takes you in, even as you whine and faintly beg for him to lick you. His tongue darts out, flicking a dollop of your liquid into his mouth and he groans loudly.

“Good heavens,” he rasps before he unhinges his jaw and his tongue slides up into your cunt like a man starved. Hands squeezing at your thighs as he laps up every drop that had gushed out of your nice glistening pussy.

He takes full advantage of having such easy access to you. His tongue swirling through your folds in ways he’s never been able to do before. He rediscovers your pussy, making sure every inch of it is pleasured by his eager tongue.

Your moans ring throughout the air, body writing and hips wriggling as you both try and lean in and escape the unrelenting pleasure Centaur bf is unleashing upon you. Your bf lets out a rough huff and the clomp of his hoof hits the ground loudly. His fingers digging into your ass and holding you tighter against his mouth.

Centaur bf can’t decide on which part of you tastes best as he licks you up like you’re the best tasting sugar cube he’s ever had.

He wants to taste it all, all at once. His long thick tongue slipping deep inside your cunt before sliding up to suck at your clit. Forcing unbelievable sensations to crash into your body in waves. Your body shakes, only making the ropes brush tantalizingly against your skin and adding to your pleasure. With a ragged shriek you cum all over Centaur bfs face.

A loud neigh chokes out through your bfs throat, his front legs rising a little in order to get impossible closer your gushing pussy. Your release soaks his face and he growls, rushing to lick every drop of it up. You cry out loudly, overstimulation setting in as he just doesn’t stop. Lighting your nerves on fire in the best way.

“O-okay, get me down now. Someone could come in at any minute,” you croak, slight worry to your tone. You two are in the public stables after all, just as your bf had planned.

Centaur bf stays firmly against your spasming lips, lazily stroking up and down your walls to get any remaining ounce of your orgasm. His eyes darken as they look up at you, not that you very much notice as you pant heavily, suspended so highly above him and the ground.

A part of him wanting someone to hear. Wanting to bring you to the point of ecstasy that someone can’t help but overhear and wander in, worried your screams are ones of pain and not pleasure. Only to find you here in his stall. That you’re his and he’s the one bringing you to such a peak. Before they rush out to leave you two alone because above all your nosies are for him and him alone to enjoy to the fullest.

Hesitantly leaning away from your pussy he starts rubbing out the muscles of your thighs as they twitch and quiver in his hold. You look down at his face and immediately whine, seeing the amount of lust in his eyes. What you didn’t know yet was just how many plans your bf had for you. How many ways he wanted to watch you fall apart in these ropes before he takes your exhausted body and takes you again. His eyes sparkle with how much need he has for you. Knowing you need him just as much.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, pretty girl,” Centaur boyfriend says in faux sweetness. One hand slips back to your ass while the other slides along your inner thigh. You hiss as two of his fingers glide along your slit and make your hips jolt at the spark of pain that shoots through your pussy. Your bf chuckles, seeing how your body reacts to him.

“Gotta get you all ready and stretched out for my cock…”

[rs-hawk]

can we have some more centaur content pleaseeee

The integration of monsters into human society was not well received by many humans, but you were ecstatic. You wanted so badly to be able to flirt with a hot centaur or a muscular minotaur, and it would be easier than ever now that a centaur herd had moved into the large house next door. You knew that with an acre of land it was likely that a monster would move in, and you were not disappointed when you saw all of those hunky centaurs moving in.

One in particular caught your eye, a black stallion with the upper body of an olive skinned man. His black hair was a curly mop on the top of his head, with eyes nearly as dark and untamed. Your mouth watered as you noticed the large cock hanging between his back legs. So the rumors were true. Centaurs didn't usually wear clothes. You knew that you were really going to love having them live next to you.

You did your best to not stare every time he walked by, but it was hard for you. That huge cock hanging between his legs, and when he started trotting over to the fence that separates your homes, you have to force yourself to look up at his face while the two of you speak.

"Do you like the neighborhood?" he asked after introducing himself.

"I do. How have you liked it so far?" you smiled softly, leaning on the fence as you spoke to him.

"There are a lot of things about it that I like," he said, his eyes trailing down your body. You flushed under his gaze. "Especially when it comes to the neighbors."

"That's interesting," you muttered, smiling as you looked up at him through your lashes, your face darkening still.

Before the night came, you were in his room of the barn, his thick fingers stretching your already dripping hole. You were whimpering, pushing yourself back onto his fingers, desperate to feel more of him. The rest of the barn was empty, for now, meaning that the only sounds that were resonating through the building were the breathing of both of you, and the wetness his fingers stirred inside of you.

"There we go. You're stretching so well for me," he whispered, adding another finger to your slicked cunt.

The only response you could muster up was a soft babbling for more, which after only a few moments, he conceded to. He withdrew his fingers, earning a groan from you. However, he mounted you, his huge, flared cock slowly pushing into you. A moan ripped out of your throat as you felt fuller than you ever had before.

At a slow-moving pace, he pushed in and out of you, stretching your cunt with each and every thrust that pressed the tip of his cock against your cervix. In moments, he was flooding you with cum, his low grunts making you clench around his throbbing cock.

Before you could speak, he began moving slowly in and out of you again. "We have the entire barn to ourselves tonight, and I intend on making the most of it," he said in a sultry voice, making you clench again around him. Thank God for the monster integration program.

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Kaida nsfw (?)

How would you fuck a centaur, i mean too half of them is human buy the bottom half is horse.

And horses ar taller then humans, sooo, yhe.

And would a centar have a human coke ore a horse coke

Many q2estions

I am of the opinion that if you want a centaur, you have to be ready to deal with the horse basement. And I know y'all out there reading tender romance, but this is how I imagine such a copulation would work. I call it the flagpole, aka "putting your human on display".

Rancid NSFW under the cut!! (Featuring a crosshatch landscape by Rembrandt)

[charlie-baxter]

monster/human, but fisting

huge orc woman with the strong hands of a warrior, who slowly works you up finger by finger into taking her whole hand

slime boyfriend, who's soft and jelly-like and pliable as you fit more and more of your fist into him, and who oozes around your fingers when he comes, squeezing and squirting around you

centaur fuckbuddy, who's never really enjoyed bottoming for a human before because he's never felt properly stretched out, moaning and gasping as you go elbow deep inside his hole, maybe even with both hands

werewolf girl who calls the widest part of your hand your knot, who whimpers as you slowly work her up, telling her how you're going to stretch her pussy out and fill her up, and how good it's going to feel