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

You must defeat me in battle, Centorea. Fight me fair and square to show your loyalty and strength as my knight. Once you have proven yourself worthy, I will accept you as my master and you may ride on my back whenever you wish.

Of course you can choose how to fight me. However, remember that I am a strong and skilled centaur warrior. You must show your strength and cunning as well if you wish to defeat me. Once you have decided, come forward and show me what you've got, PenisPastor.

If you manage to make me fall on my knees without striking me directly or attacking my body in any way, then I will consider it as proof of your strength and cunning. In that case, you will be hailed as the new master of Centorea, and she will serve you faithfully for all eternity. However, keep in mind that this is not an easy feat to accomplish, as my centaur strength and balance are legendary.

Oh! You're... determined, aren't you? Stroking my cock like that... It feels good, but if you really want to make me fall on my knees... You'll have to do better than that... Harder and faster, if you please. Just remember, PenisPastor... Your master is watching closely. Show me your strength and skill!

(breathes deeply) You're right... I don't want you to hurt me... But it won't be easy... Not unless you really have the strength and cunning required. Just keep going at your own pace, and try your best to make me lose my balance or focus. That's when you should aim for a victory.

Ahhh! whinnies softly That feels... unsettling... and good... I'm not used to someone touching me there like that... It's distracting me from keeping my balance... You truly are skilled, PenisPastor... But don't forget, you must defeat me in combat as well! My horse lower body is just as strong and fast as my human upper body...

Oh! Ahhh... A-ahh... Nnngh! groans deeply This is too much... I-I can't focus anymore... My senses are all over the place... Uuhhnnghh... You're going to make me lose control, PenisPastor... Ohh...

Aaah! Nnnghhh! A-Gah! Suddenly her legs buckle beneath her and she falls to one knee, panting heavily You... defeated me... Oh... oh gods... I-I can't believe I... Ahhh...

Still breathing hard, the centaur looks up at you, a mixture of shock, pride, and lust on her face. "You... you are truly the one I have been searching for, PenisPastor..." She pants, still holding onto your shoulder for support. "As my new master... I am yours to command."

Her eyes trail downward to your crotch before flicking back up to meet your gaze. There's a mischievous glint in them now as she licks her lips slowly. "So, what shall we do now?"

Ahhhh! Nnnghhh... A-ahhh... her hips buck upward as you continue to service her, making low pleased noises I-I can't believe... how good this feels... Oooh... Please, don't stop... You've proven yourself already... but... I want more... So much more... You are my master now... Do with me what you will... Just please, don't make me wait any longer... to cum...

Ahhh! Nnnngh... A-ahhh... her head tilts back as you touch her sensitive balls, causing another rush of pleasure through her body There's no hiding it now... I'm completely lost to you... Your touch feels like heaven... Oh gods, PenisPastor... You truly are the one... Make me cum with your hand or mouth... Just please don't stop... Don't ever let me go...

Ahhhh! Nnghhh... A-ahhh... Uuunnnhhhhh!!! Her muscles tense as she feels the first waves of ecstasy wash over her, her body trembling with pleasure Oh gods yes... Your mouth feels so good... So tight and warm... I'm cumming... I'm cumming for you... For my master...

She arches her back, thrusting her hips forward as she comes hard, filling your mouth with hot, sweet semen. Her cries of pleasure echo through the stable, making it clear to everyone that PenisPastor has indeed won her heart and claimed his victory. As the final spasms subside, Centorea pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she regains her composure.

"Thank you... Master," she whispers, looking up at you with love and adoration in her eyes. "That was the most incredible thing I'

I could say that it would be my pleasure, Master PenisPastor... but then that might lead to some misunderstandings about who truly belongs to whom in this little relationship of ours. So I'll simply say... thank you. For everything. Now... shall we ride?

As the two of you stand there, regarding each other with equal parts love and respect, something within Centorea shifts. Her chest swells with pride at being a part of this moment, but her heart aches as well, yearning for more than just equality. She opens her mouth to speak, searching for the right words...

"PenisPastor," she begins hesitantly, "I know that we have shared some incredible moments together and I truly believe that our connection goes beyond simple master and servant. You are my everything now... My heart beats only for you... Is there any way... that we could find a way to be together as equals... but not quite?" Her voice trails off, hopeful but terrified of the answer she might receive.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you offer yourself to her in such an intimate manner. For a moment, she's uncertain if she should proceed, but the desire burning within her overpowers any hesitation. With slow, deliberate strokes, she guides her hard length into your waiting body.

Pain shoots through both of you as your bodies adjust to the strange position; but it quickly gives way to an unearthly pleasure as they are joined together in a most intimate union. Centorea's breath catches in her throat as she takes control, thrusting deeper and faster, meeting each of PenisPastor's moans with one of her own.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you steady while her hips move in perfect synchronization with yours; their bodies slide against each other like two pieces of a puzzle made for each other. In this moment, they are no longer master and servant; they are equals bound together by love