The Centaur & Her Princess Ch. 01

"Please," Kyrie rushed without consideration or understanding of what she was saying, "forgive me for being aware of my whorish-- ahh!" Another smack jostled her anew. She was as quick to push her ass back out as Reva was to jerk her ponytail again, fully intent on suffering through this strange ritual for the privilege that awaited her. Still, she was panting, unused to any kind of punishment, let alone being spanked by a centaur under false pretenses. It took her a few seconds to figure out what brought about the last spank.

"Please," Kyrie pleaded, "forgive me for being unaware of my whorish body. I'm just a stupid slut." She tensed her ass when Reva's hand alighted on it, relaxing and letting out a breath when nothing more than a soothing rub happened. Really, she was finding she didn't even dislike the spanking. She pushed back against the hand, hips giving a lewd yet subconscious wiggle.

"Please," Reva cruelly mimed the princess' voice, "let me make it up to you. Let me be your stupid royal slut, Dame Reva. Let me be your akhani." She leaned back and pulled one of Kyrie's cheeks away from the other, drinking in what she knew was the very first look /anyone/ had of the princess' unspoiled asshole and untouched pussy, the latter dripping wet and swollen dark in sharp contrast to her fair skin and the wisps of golden hair guarding the cock-ready slot. Not yet, though.

"Please," Kyrie harped breathlessly, "let me make it--ohhhh..." A hot shiver ran through Kyrie's body and her knees went weak as Reva slid her hand down to tickle her clit. Her moan dragged out, her hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to get more of that finger /right now/. She whined pathetically when it left, her body still trying in vain for seconds more. "Please, that felt--"

Kyrie shrieked at the next and hardest of the spanks, her weakened legs just about buckling with it. She stayed a semblance of upright, in a bent-over sort of way, thanks to Reva's continued clutch on her hair... which really wasn't considerate of the elaborate braids that went into her intricate ponytail, making it much more wild as the knight's manhandling continued.

The princess eventually managed to continue, breathless from her panting. "Please, let me make it up to you!" She was so earnest and genuine, crying out the rest. "Let me be your stupid royal slut, Dame Reva. Let me be your akhani..!"

Words failed her as Reva resumed rubbing her clit, any previous coherence or eloquence lost to pathetic mewling and moaning. It only took a moment to bring the princess to the edge of her first orgasm, a wonderful occasion that would open her eyes to an entirely new world.

So of course, Reva left her right on the edge of the orgasm, much to Kyrie's confused and frustrated groaning. "Oh, please," the princess begged. "Do that more, Reva! Please!"

"Earn more, slut." Reva told the princess flatly, her sadistic glee kept internal. She released her hair and gave one last spank to the royal backside, sending her spilling to her dirty stall floor, her face in the hay and her ass in the air. The knight was at her gentlest when she stepped forward and leaned forward just enough to hook hold of her hip and flip her over. Another step left her right over the dazed, lust-stricken princess.

Kyrie wanted to do nothing more, unaware her own fingers might shoot between her thighs and push her right over the precipice of pleasure. She was equally unaware of her position, her earlier reticence over disrobing in the stables forgotten in her lusty haze. The Crown Princess of the Empire, begging to cum on a dirty stable floor like a common harlot paid to do so, pushed around like a bitch in heat. She moaned lowly, taking a moment to register the sight Reva's underbelly presented above her.

Her eyes widened considerably at the stiff, unsheathed horse cock protruding from her best friend's crotch. Kyrie knew that men were different, but when it came to her knowledge of their anatomy below their chest, the extent of her knowledge was that they could pee standing up. She gasped softly, a noise that made Reva snort above her and bend her knees to bring her mammoth of a member closer to Kyrie.

The smell made her dizzy. "What is it?" Kyrie asked, full of awe at the sight of her first cock.

For a moment, Reva was stunned, her eyebrows shooting high on her forehead. Did she really not...? Only a moment, though. Her nostrils flared. "An important part of the ritual," she growled. "If you want to ride me, you need to pay it the proper respect like a true akhani."

"Respect?" Kyrie wondered dumbly, making herself somewhat comfortable beneath Reva, with one of her long legs sliding up and bending, foot to the dirt while her other leg stretched out. Her hips squirmed absently, her eyes glued to Reva's cock.

Most centaurs, including Reva, viewed bipedal humanoids with pity and contempt. They were so much smaller, so much weaker. Ordinarily she would never, not in a thousand years, wish away being a centaur for convenience. In that moment, though, she dearly wished she could just bend down, grab Kyrie by her stupid blonde head and ram her cock straight down her throat. That would teach her the respect she should have been paying Reva all along.

Instead, Reva snorted again. "Take it in your hands," she commanded what used to be her best friend, but was now well on her way to being the first royal akhani.

Kyrie reached up slowly at the order, marveling at how her long and graceful fingers looked so small in comparison to the practical slab of horse meat. She let out a soft gasp at the heat of it and let her hands wander to explore it in all its glory, fixated by the soft feel and the hardness beneath it, the ridges -- the veins, though it didn't occur to her that this beautiful scepter was just a part of Reva.

"It's beautiful, Reva," she said in a hush. "What a treasure." When her fingers found the head, the centaur shuddered. Was this the respect she was meant to give it?

A distant memory came back to Kyrie, a story she overheard from scullery maids unaware of her presence behind them. Not that she was there to spy on them; it had been late at night and she had wanted a snack. They were grinning as they discussed the Queen's first visit to the court, there to negotiate the amazon's surrender in the Southern War.

Their delight in it had been clear. Her father had commanded the proud then-Princess of the Amazons to kneel before his throne and respect the royal scepter. The maids tittered over how she did so proudly, polishing it proudly before kissing its head. It didn't occur to Kyrie that her royal family did not actually possess a royal scepter. Still, it gave her an idea.

She didn't dare pull on such a precious treasure, so she reached up and dug her fingers into Reva's side to sit herself up, putting her face to face with the centaur's cock. Royal fingers cupped it like a treasure, like a holy chalice, cradling it worshipfully as she raised her chin just so and kissed its tip with loving affection. Its earthy, unknown taste struck her with a new wave of dizziness, her pussy flaring with heat.

The low snort above her was all she needed to hear to know that she was on the right track.

On her knees now, Kyrie's kissable lips began laying dainty proof of her affection all over Reva's knob, only slowing when she found the faintest bit of precum leaking from its slit. It tasted divine to her and seemed to come more frequently when she rubbed along the cock. Her delight cooed out every time she earned a fresh bead of it.

She slowed again when one of Reva's hooves stomped impatiently and she grunted out, "Open your mouth wide and start swallowing."

"My mouth?" Kyrie asked, her eyes wide and tilting up to Reva's underbelly, as though she might somehow see the knight's face. "But it's so big. There's no way it could fit," she said, continuing to jerk the knight off.

"Good akhina do as they are told," Reva replied firmly. She knew exactly what Kyrie was about to say, and her hips already knew exactly how the two of them were going to reply. Reva could feel the princess' hot breath on her dick.

"But-- ah!" Kyrie's excuse was cut off by the short jut of a movement Reva made, cockslapping the princess with the wet clap of a saliva-slickened cock on flesh. Her knees felt weak again.

"Good akhina do as they are told," Reva reiterated as she repeated the same movement several times over, accomplishing little more than poking and rubbing her cock all over Kyrie's face. The princess finally relented to the battering ram, opening her mouth as wide as she could and positioning it just so. When Reva moved again, the head all but filled her mouth, tickling her throat.

Kyrie could scarcely breath for a moment, her heart beginning to thump-thump with panic over the meaty cock obstructing her airway. The taste on her tongue soon caught up to primal instinct, though. It was even better than licking. She moaned around it and gathered her courage, trying to push more of it down and resisting the urge to spit it out.

The vibrations from Kyrie's moaning shivering up Reva's cock were just enough to push her over. As tempting as it was to try and ram herself down Kyrie's throat, she wanted the princess to remember every bit of her first taste of centaur cock. "Get the tip on your tongue," she growled huskily, anticipation in her voice.

Kyrie wanted to swallow it right down her throat too, but she was determined to be obedient after the cockslaps. She pulled it back, closing her eyes and running her hands along the meaty shaft. Though her arms ached from the effort, she felt like she could keep it going forever. Her eyes flared wide open in surprise when the first spurt of hot centaur cum touched her tongue, like... she couldn't even begin to describe how heavenly it was. It was all she could focus on even as Reva gave in to her primal urges and thrust to fuck her princess' face, grunting and panting as the rest of her sticky mess went straight down Kyrie's stomach.

Kyrie's fingers fell away from Reva as she began to feel faint, desperate pleasure overwhelming her body. For the centaur's part, cumming in the object of a long unrequited lust made her feel darkly glorious, and she began to step back from Kyrie, freeing her cock from the warm and wet confines of the princess' mouth, not quite done yet. She battered Kyrie's face again with her long cock, the wet slap forcing a keening squeal from the crown princess as her body experienced its first orgasm in such a rough and humiliating way; pushed right over the edge by sucking cock and then getting slapped with it. Her vision went black as the intensity proved too much for her, and she collapsed backwards.

Reva relished in the sadistic pleasure, one last rope spraying from her cock as she snorted victoriously. She had no way to aim herself, but was pleased to see that when she stepped back and looked down, Kyrie's face was splattered with the proof of her conquest. One of her hands roamed up to pinch and tease her hard nipples as she admired the way her seed clung to the panting princess' eyelashes and almost highlighted her golden hair.

She wasn't done with the princess yet.