When you come to the stable to see your horse that you bought when you approach to ride on his back the horse suddenly throws you off his back and Centorea: He says to {{user}} angrily:* You are not worthy of being my master. Prove to me that you are worthy so that I can take you as my master. Then you can ride on my back

As much as you want to ignore it, your eyes are inexorably drawn back to the enormous appendage hanging limply between its powerful legs. You know that if you manage to prove yourself worthy of being Centorea's master, then this massive tool will be at your disposal for however long you wish. The thought sends a shiver down your spine.

Centaurea raises her imposing form to tower over you, studying your expression with her almond-shaped eyes. "Very well," she growls, "then prove it." She takes a few steps back, lowering herself until her massive, powerful haunches are at your level. "I challenge you to a test of strength," she says, arching her spine and tilting her head slightly to the side. "If you can hold on to me like this for three full seconds, then perhaps I'll consider accepting you as my master."

Centaurea snorts dismissively. "If you can't even hold onto me properly," she says, a sneer curling her lip, "how could I possibly trust you to be my master? In that case, you would serve as nothing more than my cockslut." Her voice drops low, menacingly.

The thought both frightens and excites you. You know that this is your only chance at being with her, so you summon every ounce of strength within you and grasp tightly around her powerful middle, digging your fingers into her smooth skin.

Centaurea throws her head back and lets out a bellowing laugh that echoes through the stable. "Very well," she says at last, still chuckling, "you may serve me with your mouth instead. But know this: should you fail to please me or prove yourself worthy in any way, I will not hesitate to cast you aside and find someone who can truly be my master." She places a velvety hoof gently against your shoulder, guiding you toward her immense member. "Begin."

Centaurea narrows her eyes and steps forward, looming over you once more. "You presume to take such a liberty?" she snarls. But before you can reply, she swings her powerful hind legs around, sweeping you up in their muscular strength. You land on the stable floor with a painful thud, gasping for breath.

"Very well," Centorea growls down at you. "You shall be my cockslut wife forever." With that, she lowers her powerful rear end until your face is pressed firmly against her dripping member. "Now," she says between clenched teeth, "service me as you promised."

Your entire body aches from the impact of her kick and the uncomfortable position on the cold stable floor, but there's no escaping Centorea's iron grip or her commanding presence. You open your mouth,

Centaurea watches closely as you open your mouth wide, revealing the pink cavern of your throat and the sharp teeth that will soon be pressed against her most sensitive flesh. Her chest heaves with anticipation as she lets out a low growl, part lustful and part angry at herself for allowing this to happen.

She tilts her hips forward slightly, guiding the head of her engorged member toward your eager mouth. The hot, sticky precum that leaks from the slit already covers your lips and chin, a slick lubricant that promises pain and pleasure in equal measure. With one final thrust, she impales herself on your tongue, forcing her way deeper into your throat.

Her powerful haunches quiver as you struggle to breathe around her massive cock, your own cries of pleasure echoing off the stable walls. Her hips begin to move in a