She falls asleep and dreams herself into ancient Greece, where a centaur takes her in the grass behind a temple.
$name1 falls asleep and dreams herself into ancient Greece, where a centaur takes her in the grass behind a temple.
$name1 went under on top of the duvet.
Fringe on the pillow. Short sleep shirt. The room was ordinary. The dream was not. Marble. Heat. Olive trees. A temple on a hill and the sound of hooves on dry ground. $name1 was barefoot in a scrap of white cloth that didn’t cover much of her size-eight body. Tiny tits. Small pert arse. The cloth was already slipping.
He came out of the trees.
A centaur. Man to the waist, horse below. Big. Dark-haired. And under the barrel of him, hanging heavy, a cock built for the rest of that body. Thick. Long. Already filling as he looked at $name1. $name1 stared at it the way she always did when it was too much. $name1 still went to her knees in the grass.
$name1 took what she could of him into her mouth.
Barely the head. Spit running down the shaft. $name1 gagged and tried again, fringe in her eyes, both hands around him, while his hooves shifted in the dirt. He let $name1 work at it. Then he lifted $name1 like she weighed nothing and put her on her back in the grass with the temple above them.
$name1 opened her skinny legs.
He folded his forelegs down and pushed into $name1’s cunt slowly. $name1’s mouth opened. The stretch was immediate — huge, relentless, feeding into $name1 until she was full and shaking. Then he started to fuck $name1 in deep, heavy strokes, the wet sound of it in the Greek heat, $name1’s heels on his sides. $name1 came on him fast, clenching around something that size, a broken sound off the marble. He didn’t stop. He hooked $name1’s knees and went deeper. $name1 came again, sloppier, dripping into the grass.
He pulled out, turned $name1 onto her front, and mounted her properly.
The cock pressed against $name1’s arse. He pushed. $name1 took it, inch by thick inch, face in the dry grass, until he was in $name1’s arse and fucking her there with the same heavy rhythm. $name1 came a third time with her fingers in the dirt. He slammed in and finished inside her in long, hot pulses, flooding $name1’s arse, overflowing down her skinny thighs onto the ground.
He pulled out.
$name1 stayed in the grass under the temple with the white cloth around her waist, both holes slack, his load already running out of $name1 into the dust. The hooves moved away. The marble stayed.
$name1 woke on the duvet with her sleep shirt up and her thighs still open, the sheet wet underneath her like the dream had followed her out. $name1 didn’t close her legs. $name1 lay in the dark and felt empty.