Chapter 583: Centaur - r18

Slowly, Sera turned. Her body rotated until her rear portions were presented toward Julian. Her tail, which had been swishing agitatedly, suddenly stilled—as if even that small movement might draw more attention to what she was displaying.

Julian stood from his chair, his cock now fully hard again thanks to the tension of the moment. He moved closer to the trembling centaur, his eyes examining her form with genuine interest.

"Interesting," he murmured, his hands reaching out to touch her hips.

Sera flinched violently at the contact, a small gasp escaping her throat. But she didn’t move away.

Julian’s hands were warm against her coat, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his commanding presence. His fingers traced along her powerful back, feeling the muscles beneath the sleek coat. He examined the junction where her humanoid torso merged into her horse body, his hands familiarizing himself with her form.

"Fascinating," he said quietly, almost to himself. "You’re a beautiful creature, Sera."

The compliment made Sera’s breath hitch. She wasn’t sure whether she should be flattered or embarrassed.

Julian’s hands moved lower, caressing down her hind legs, then back up along her inner thighs.

"Aaah..."

Sera made a choked sound, her legs shifting slightly apart without her conscious control.

Then his fingers found what he was seeking.

"Mmm—ohh!"

Sera’s reaction was immediate and violent—a full-body shudder, her hind legs nearly giving off.

The other servants gasped in jealousy, their hearts beating in rhythm with their master’s hand.

"Shh," Julian soothed, his fingers sliding through her slick, warm folds, making her quiver beneath him. The centaur’s lower body might have been alien in shape, but here, the heat and texture were achingly familiar to that of a human female. "I know it’s intense. Just breathe through it."

"Master, please," Sera whimpered, though what she was begging for—mercy or more—even she didn’t know. "This is... I’ve never... no one has ever..."

"I know," Julian said gently. His fingers moved carefully, exploring her pussy with obvious care. "The positioning is different from a humanoid female, but the overall structure is similar."

He withdrew his hand, and Sera nearly collapsed with relief. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand.

Julian moved to stand beside her where she could see him, noting the way her chest heaved with each rapid breath.

"Have you ever mated, Sera?" Julian asked directly.

The question was so blunt, so intimate, that Sera actually whimpered. "N-no, Master," she managed to gasp out. "I’m... I haven’t found a suitable partner. Male centaurs are rare, and those that exist are usually claimed already, and I... I’ve been afraid. I’ve heard it can hurt the first time."

"It usually does hurt," Julian confirmed, his honesty surprising her. "The first time is rarely easy. But the pleasure that comes after..." he smiled, "that makes it worthwhile."

He moved behind her, and Sera tensed immediately, sensing what was coming.

"Then consider this an education," Julian said, his hands returning to grip her hips, positioning his cock. His height—enhanced slightly by heaven’s energy —put him at the perfect position. "I’m going to show you exactly what’s possible. What pleasure your body is capable of. And you’re going to tell me how it feels every step of the way. Do you understand?"

"Master, I’m not... I don’t think... I’m a centaur!" Sera protested weakly, her voice breaking. "This isn’t... you’re humanoid, I’m not, this shouldn’t work, it can’t work!"

"It will," Julian replied matter-of-factly. "If I will it to work, it will work. Now hold still."

His hands were firm on her hips, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance. Sera could feel him there—hot and impossibly large against her most intimate place.

"This might hurt at first," Julian warned, his tone gentler now. "I’ll be as careful as I can be. If it becomes too much, tell me and I’ll stop."

"Master, I’m scared," Sera admitted, her voice small and broken.

"I know," Julian soothed, one hand leaving her hip to stroke her thighs. But I promise you, I will not harm you."

He began to push forward slowly and the head of his length met resistance. Sera’s entire body tensed, every muscle going rigid.

"Breathe," Julian commanded gently. "Don’t tense up. It only makes it harder. Breathe and relax."

Sera tried but relaxing was impossible when she could feel him beginning to breach her, beginning to stretch her in ways she’d never experienced. The pressure was intense, almost overwhelming, and when he finally pushed past that initial resistance, her cry echoed through the hall—part pain, part shock, part something else entirely.

"Ahhhh! Master! Master it hurts!" Sera wailed, her voice breaking into sobs. Tears streamed down her face, her hands reaching back instinctively to push him away even though she didn’t actually try to dislodge him.

Julian held completely still, buried just barely inside her "It will get better. Your body needs time to adjust."

"It’s too much," Sera sobbed. "You’re too big, I can’t—"

"You can," Julian said with absolute certainty. "Your body was made to accommodate this. It just needs time. Breathe. Focus on breathing."

Sera tried to obey, her breathing coming in ragged gasps punctuated by small whimpers of discomfort. Julian remained perfectly still, using every ounce of his considerable self-control not to thrust deeper despite how good she felt around him.

His hands stroked her soothingly. "That’s it," he murmured. "Just like that. You’re doing so well, Sera."

Gradually, the tension in Sera’s body began to ease. Her muscles unclenched slightly. Her breathing, while still rapid, became more regular.

"It... it doesn’t hurt as much now," she whispered, surprise evident in her voice.

"Good," Julian praised. "That means your body is accepting me. Now I’m going to move just a little bit. Just shallow movements to help you stretch more. Tell me immediately if it’s too much."

He pulled back slightly—just an inch—then pushed forward again. Sera gasped but didn’t cry out. Julian repeated the motion, a little deeper this time. Then again. And again.