The Green Bush Erotica Collection Volume 23

Centaur’s Wife-2

“Why?” was all Lianna could say. It

seemed an especially barbaric practice and it scared her.

“Because as a centaur’s wife,

Proval will decorate you as he sees fit,” Ruta said with a shrug. “You don’t

have any choice in the matter.”

“Is it to show that they own us?

Piercings instead of collars?”

Ruta frowned and shook her head.

“No. They don’t own us. They just want to make sure we don’t go back and live

with humans again. We’re centaur wives for the rest of our lives.” She gestured

to her body again. “With all of this, there’s no way to be accepted back into

the human world.” She shrugged and grinned. “Not that I would want to.”

It occurred to her that Ruta didn’t

consider herself fully human any longer. She was something else, something she

called a centaur’s wife.

“When does it start? When will…when

will I be pierced?” Lianna asked with a fearful shiver.

Once more Ruta shrugged. “Whenever

Proval wants. He is your husband, is he not?”

“I suppose he is.”

“Then he’ll want to f**k you

tonight,” Ruta said with a definitive nod of her head. “Unless he wants to

share you with someone else.”

Chapter Two

THE MOUNTING BLOCK used in

Dorrkar’s tent wasn’t all that different from what was used in Duke Nuekome’s

manor house. The design was the same, maybe it was made of roughhewn wood and

lacked padding, but it was well-worn and much older. When Proval and Dorrkar

came to the tent where Lianna waited the Ruta and Miri, right away her lover

ordered her to the mounting block.

She almost ran to it, eager to

prove herself in front of her lover’s uncle. Unlike her first time at the

Duke’s house she wasn’t tied down to the mounting block, she just gripped the

bars in the correct spot, arched her back, and offered up her wet p***y to

Proval. There was much laughing and drinking when Proval and Dorrkar had

returned. All the women knew what to expect, it was just how the centaur’s

wanted them; they were just waiting for orders. Once the command came, Lianna

knew exactly what she had to do. She knew she was being tested, not by Proval,

but by Dorrkar. The older centaur watched the entire mating with his sharp

eyes.

The mounting block wasn’t much more

than an inclined bench with some attached rests for her knees and forearms.

There were obvious ways that she could have been tied down, Lianna saw that,

but those weren’t necessary. Strictly speaking the mounting block wasn’t needed

for a centaur to f**k a woman. Traditionally a centaur’s wife would get down on

her hands and feet, bent over with her ass in the air, and he would mount her

like an animal, slowly forcing her down as he took his pleasure from her. The

mounting bench just made the positioning of their bodies that much easier.

It also made it possible for those

watching to get a proper view of the woman as she was f****d. That was the true

purpose of the mounting block; it made the centaur’s wife an object of pleasure

for all those watching.

This wasn’t anything new for

Lianna. She had been f****d multiple times by Proval, her only real lover. She

had played around with boys back in her village before she had been sold into

slavery but had never been actually f****d. Proval had been her one and only

lover. It wasn’t unheard of for women to not be able to accommodate a centaur’s

cock. Death wasn’t unknown, though it was rare. But that wasn’t Lianna. She

could take the massive member of a centaur with ease. And not just with ease.

She enjoyed it.

Proval was eager to prove to his

uncle what he had accomplished during his time away from the herd. Bringing

home a wife was a great accomplishment…if he knew how to use her. His c**k was

hard just from watching Lianna get on the mounting block. He didn’t make her

wait. He went right to her, put his four equine feet in place around her body,

and bent down to push his c**k between her wet and glistening p***y lips.

For just a moment her cunt resisted

penetration by the long and thick weapon that hung under his body. It was hard,

prominently hard. While it wasn’t an iron bar, it was more than sufficient for

the service it was being pressed into. After just a few seconds of defiance her

lips split and Proval was able to sink his rigid pink c**k deep into her.

Proval didn’t do anything obvious once he was inside Lianna, he didn’t look

over at his uncle nor did he ask if he was doing it correctly, but he did

surreptitiously glance over at his uncle for half a second, making it seem like

he was adjusting his stance.

Dorrkar was on one of the thick

woven rug that covered the tent’s floor. He was lying down with Miri curled up

next to him. His large hand periodically stroked the wife from the top of her

head down along her back ending up on her buttocks, where he patted her

tattooed flesh. Both wore impassive expressions on their faces.

Once Lianna was properly mounted,

her body responded as it always had. She started panting and writhing under treatment

of Proval’s c**k. She could feel him deep within her and she wanted—needed—him

to c*m inside her. She loved the feeling of his thick c*m filling her up and

splashing out between her legs. It was the perfect sensation, making her feel

wanted and used and owned and loved.

She didn’t know if Proval felt the

same way about their matings. He was always eager to f**k her but said little

about it beyond claiming he liked f*****g her and giving her instructions on

how better to please him.

It didn’t take either one of them

very long to c*m. Traveling through the grasslands had been difficult on both

of them. They didn’t really have time to f**k on the run because they were

undoubtedly being pursued by the duke’s men. This was as much a celebration of

their escape as it was a performance for Dorrkar. Lianna cried out several

times letting those watching know she had climaxed and was ready for more. Her

pleasure calls were enough to push Proval over the edge and he came, filling

her up and overflowing with his c*m. He grunted hard with each spurt, using her

body for its intended purpose.

Lianna felt a moment of sadness as

he withdrew from her, but she knew he would want to f**k her again soon enough.

Proval stumbled away, then got his feet properly underneath him, and proudly

walked to his place of honor on a rug next to his uncle. It took Lianna a

minute to climb off the mounting block and start to make her way back to the

other side of the tent. But Dorrkar stopped her.

“Hold,” he barked out as he stood

up, pushing Miri aside. “I want a turn at her, if you don’t mind, nephew.”

This was something new to Lianna.

Something she didn’t expect. She froze, and then looked across the tent where

Proval had already settled down onto his rug. It wasn’t all that surprising

when he nodded the affirmative. “Get back on the block,” he barked at Lianna.

She hurried to comply, partly

because she knew she had to and partly because of the tone of his voice. She

liked being told what to do.

And—secretly—on the inside hidden

away even from herself, she wanted to see what it was like to f**k a different

centaur.

But she also was nervous. She’d

never f****d anyone other than Proval in her life and she was made doubly

nervous by being f****d by Proval’s uncle right in front of him. If seeing his

lover used by his uncle made Proval upset, it didn’t show on his face.

As she reset herself on the

mounting block, Miri knelt down next to Dorrkar where he was waiting

impatiently. Lianna couldn’t see exactly what Miri was doing, but it was easy

to guess. She was sucking on the centaur’s big c**k. Whether he actually needed

such attention or if Miri was just asserting some sort of status with the

handsome centaur, Lianna didn’t know. All she could do was wait patiently. It

occurred to her that she was in the same position among the centaurs as she had

been when entering Duke Nuekome’s service. She was at the bottom, she had no

status whatsoever. She was just a toy for them to play with.

She had no complaints.

Once Miri was done, Dorrkar moved

in close. Lianna could smell his musky scent and feel the heat coming off his

body. When he was in position she arched her back and widened up her stance.

Dorrkar’s c**k wasn’t any bigger than Proval’s. As soon as he pushed into her,

Lianna realized that. But it didn’t matter. It felt good. This was the life she

was born for, to be f****d by huge centaur c***s and used for their amusement.

Dorrkar’s big c**k started to piston in and out of her p***y. She responded to

him as she always responded to Proval’s c**k. It was a mix of pleasure and

desired and a need to properly combine the two.

Dorrkar had more control than

Proval did. He f****d her longer and harder than Proval did. He made her cum

more times than she could remember. Her body was little more than an exhausted

bundle of nerves and limp muscle by the time Dorrkar came, flooding her cunt

with is copious spunk.

After withdrawing he wiped his

horse-like c**k on her back, cleaning it off, and nodding once to his nephew.

“She’ll do. You can have her.”

Lianna found she couldn’t move off

the mounting block. She was breathing more heavily than she thought possible

for someone who was just laying down, getting f****d. Her body was covered with

sweat. Centaur spunk was leaking from her cunt, dripping down the insides of

her thighs. Her body was thoroughly used. After a bit more rest she managed to

turn her head and look at her lover. Proval was staring at her, nodding and

grinning.

She barely remembered stumbling to

her place on the wives’ rug and falling asleep. When she woke up her muscles

were still sore, but Ruta was shaking her awake. Light was streaming into the

tent from the open flap. “Wake up,” the slightly built brunette was saying,

lisping slightly around the metal coil in her lip. “It’s time to get ready.”

“Ready for what?” Lianna asked as

she struggled to her feet.

“Time to get you properly presented

for Proval,” Miri snapped as she approached the two from the opposite side of

the tent. It was early in the morning and yet Miri looked like she had been up

for hours and was prepared for the day. And oddly beautiful as well. With the

tent open and the morning light streaming in, Lianna got her first really good

view of the other woman. She wasn’t nearly as tall as Lianna, but had full

breasts and wide hips, which was the perfect body for being f****d by a

centaur. Her red hair was tied back in a braid revealing the plentiful freckles

sprinkled all over her skin. Lianna knew some girls back in her village that

had similar freckles, but not nearly as many. Miri had so many, she reasoned,

because she spent most of her time naked like other centaur wives.

The morning light revealed that her

skin was covered not just with freckles, but with tattoos as well. Her tattoos

were little tiny flowers so that they almost blended in with her freckles.

Green vines were drawn on her body, up her legs, across her torso, and down her

arms. From the vines the small red, yellow, and blue flowers sprouted.