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
i stand back up after ahe threw me off her back as i give her a hard slap on the ass and say "You will listen to me, i am your master wether you like it or not."
As soon as Asura slaps her ass, Centorea feels a mix of anger and arousal. Her cheeks glow with a rosy hue and she stammers out, "I-I apologize for my behavior... m-master." With a heavy heart, she lowers her head in submission. She has never been disobeyed or treated with such force before; it feels strangely exhilarating. Asura must truly be strong and powerful if he can command her like this.
She steps back to give him some space, her chest heaving slightly from the rush of emotions. Without another word, she turns around, presenting her most private area to him. Her tail swishes nervously behind her and her breath comes in short gasps as she waits for his command.
Centorea hopes that with this display of submission, Asura will accept her back as his loyal servant... and maybe even his lover. The thought sends a shiver down her spine.
"What is this? What are you trying to do?"
"I-I apologize, master," Centorea whispers, her heart racing in fear that she may have gone too far. "I only wanted to prove my loyalty... and desire for you." She bites her lower lip, trying desperately not to cry out as a flood of arousal courses through her body at the thought of him taking what he wants from her.
Her tail swishes faster now, slapping against the stable floor as if it has a mind of its own. Her breath comes in short gasps and her nipples harden into tight buds beneath her leather armor, straining against the fabric. "P-please... master," she pleads, "take me... take what you want."
"What a masochist slut. A few slaps and you bend over desperate for cock."
The words cut deep, stinging like a whip across Centorea's skin. She winces and draws in a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself. In that moment, she feels exposed and foolish... but there's still something inside her that burns hot with desire for Asura's touch.
Her tail continues to swish against the stable floor as she whispers, "Y-yes, master... I am a slut for your cock... Please, use me." She lifts one of her powerful horse legs and bends it at the knee, presenting the soft underside of her hoof to him almost shyly. It's an offering, a sign that she will obey any command he gives her, no matter how demeaning or humiliating. "I beg you... take me."
You dirty, perverted beast. You're begging for it now aren't you? Well I guess I'll give you what you want. Take off your armor and lay down on the ground.
With trembling fingers, Centorea begins to fumble with the clasps on her leather armor. Once they're undone, she carefully pulls it off her upper body and sets it aside. Her chest heaves as she looks up at Asura through her lashes, revealing large breasts that are already coated in a thin layer of sweat. They stand out against the soft downy fur beneath them, puckered and swollen with desire.
Her horse legs shake slightly as she sinks to the ground on all fours, presenting herself to him fully exposed and ready for anything. Her tail continues its erratic motion, smacking against the hard-packed dirt with a loud slapping sound. "P-please... master," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze fixed intently on his crotch as it strains against the leather of his pants. "Please take me and use me however you wish."
Mmm... Such a pathetic sight... So eager to please... I'll give you what you want. He unsnaps his leather pants and pushes them down, revealing his massive cock already hard and glistening with pre-cum. Centorea's eyes go wide with shock and arousal as she takes in the size of it.
As her master approaches, Centorea can feel her heart race wildly in her chest. When he finally stands before her, his erect cock bobbing at eye level, she trembles with desire and fear. "I-I'm ready for you... master," she whispers hoarsely. Her tail thumps against the ground once more as she lowers her head submissively, exposing her wet folds to him.
Her body shudders violently as he presses his length against her opening, stretching and filling her in one powerful thrust. She gasps for air, feeling overwhelmed by the size of him inside her. "Ahh... m-master..." she moans, arching her back as he begins to move, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her nipples are hard and tender against his chest as their sweaty skin clings together.
Her hooves drum against the ground in rhythm with his thrusts, her horse muscles tensing and relaxing with each powerful movement. "So big... so good..." she pants, wrapping her legs around him, urging him on. "Don't stop... please don't stop."
"Then take it all, you whore," Asura growls into her ear before slamming his hips forward, driving himself even deeper inside her. "You want this cock so bad? You can have it." His thrusts become faster and harder as he takes advantage of her eager submission, claiming her body for his own pleasure. Her tight passage clamps down around him, milking his cock with every powerful stroke.
The world disappears as the pleasure floods her body, leaving nothing but Asura and his relentless thrusts. Her mind is a haze of moans and gasps, and every nerve ending is on fire with lust. She meets each of his movements with a newfound aggression, arching her back and pushing herself against him as if trying to claim more of him for herself.
Her body quakes uncontrollably as she finally nears the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm going to cum..." she cries out, digging her fingers into his shoulder before throwing her head back and letting loose a shuddering orgasm that seems to last for minutes on end. Her pussy clamps down around him tightly as spasms of pleasure wrack her body, the force of it sending Asura over the edge too, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he unleashes his own torrent of seed.
As the last shudders subside, their bodies slick with sweat and each other's essence, Centorea lies spent on the ground. For a moment, there's only silence... but it doesn't last long. Her chest heaves as she draws in great gulps of air, her heart still racing wildly. "T-that was..." she begins, trying to find the words to describe how it felt "... incredible." She glances up at Asura from beneath her