chapter 61: Unity of Rider and Mount (03)
Breasts can be categorized into three types.
The first type is what you might call the "ground-level slime" size—barely there, only noticeable if you suck them in with your mouth.
The second type is of an average size—pleasant to the touch, they jiggle nicely when moving, bringing joy to the onlooker.
The third type is so large that they automatically draw a man's gaze the moment he sees them, and right now, the breasts of Eileen standing before me undressed belong to this category.
'Aren't these a bit too big?'
As I start touching Eileen's breasts, which she has presented to me passively, they are not only incredibly firm due to the characteristics of centaur maidens but also heavy. I tried to support them with both hands, and they felt as heavy as buckets filled with water.
'Wow! I didn't expect them to be this heavy...'
They were so massive that it seemed possible to suffocate a man by pressing his face with them—not by covering the nose but by sheer weight.
'Well, muscle does weigh more than fat per the same volume, so I guess it makes sense?'
Fat is lighter than water, so large breasts typically float when submerged.
However, these breasts would definitely sink due to their firm density.
'They are incredibly large, but honestly, are they lacking a bit in feel?'
Typically, when caressing breasts, it involves not just tweaking the nipples and stroking the flesh but also enjoying the feeling of them in one's mouth, or in the case of smaller breasts, sucking them in completely. With average-sized breasts, the pleasure comes from their movement with each touch...
But these were too large and excessively firm, making them less enjoyable to touch.
'Wouldn't they burst if I tried fitting something in between?'
While it's common to place the penis between breasts for stimulation, doing so here would be like putting it in a press—certainly not something I dared to attempt.
"Do humans usually touch women ?"
"It's all part of the mating process."
"I'm embarrassed... and it's cold too..."
Indeed, as the night deepened, the temperature inside the tent dropped, making it chilly. Eileen, whose lower body was covered with short fur compared to her furless upper body, was relatively colder and shivered while wrapping her shoulders.
"It'll warm up soon, just wait."
She tried to ward off the cold by wrapping her arms around her breasts, but they were so large that her arms couldn't fully cover them, and her breast flesh was still exposed.
Also, perhaps due to the cold, her nipples protruded noticeably, drawing my gaze. I decided to leave the breasts for now and slowly moved my hands down to her lower abdomen to start a detailed examination.
'Her belly button area has firm abs... I guess running every day keeps the fat off.'
Her lower abdomen was slightly plump, adding a bit of pleasure to the touch, but again, the flesh was too firm to enjoy touching.
Her belly button was beautifully linear, perhaps a more mature-looking navel compared to the round ones of Mollang or Shuru?
"By the way... is there nothing in this lower abdomen?"
"What are you talking about...?"
"Like, an organ for carrying children."
"Wouldn't there be no such thing here?"
So this lower abdomen was purely a digestive region, devoid of reproductive organs.
Typically, the intestines of herbivores, like centaurs, are much longer than those of omnivorous humans or carnivorous predators, so it wouldn't be strange for a human-like upper body's abdomen to be packed with intestines.
I touch the area where the human body merges with the horse's lower body.
From afar, it seemed like an awkwardly attached joint, but after removing the cloth covering her lower abdomen and examining it closely, the junction where the human upper body and the horse lower body overlapped was intricately joined.
'Well, nobody forcefully attached it, and since it's born this way, it makes sense it's intricately connected.'
Where there should be a groin in a human, in a centaur, it's treated more like the chest area of a horse's lower body. When I touched this sensitive part between her front legs, perhaps because it was a sensitive area, Eileen involuntarily bit her lip and twitched, trying to step back.
"Shh... shh... be careful, it's nighttime."
"You're touching too blatantly..."
"Humans usually do this."
It might be rare to find someone who touches as meticulously as I do, but how can one not be fascinated by something so intriguing?
Since Eileen wouldn't be asking other human men about this, we just had to move past it.
"Please be gentle... the lower body is a sensitive area..."
While touching Eileen's human form didn't elicit much reaction, starting to touch her horse's lower body caused her to tremble and twitch, showing a more distinct reaction.
'True... the human part, aside from the breasts, doesn't react much, but the lower body is sensitive.'
As I examined the lower body of the centaur, I noticed something different from a normal mare.
It made sense since a centaur female would nurse her offspring with breasts on her upper body, so there were none on the lower body, just a smooth torso.
Typically, a foal would go beneath a mare to suckle, but centaur foals, being taller due to their human-like upper bodies, cannot do this and must suckle from the human-shaped breasts.
'Seeing this makes you realize how amazing nature is...'
I'm not sure if there's a god specifically responsible for centaurs, but every part of their body structure seemed meticulously connected.
The important thing about the lower body, anyway, was that the only accessible part ended up being the ass. There was one issue, though...
I mean, it was quite high up. Even though I'm not particularly short, compared to my lower body, Eileen’s was significantly elevated. You could say her ass were almost at the height of my chest to understand how high they were.
Even though Eileen was of average or slightly below average height among the centaur maidens in the village, I couldn't reach her ass comfortably because they were positioned so high.
'This is... something I hadn't considered.'
Having a horse's lower body naturally meant a higher placement of the lower body.
The legs are longer than a human's to begin with...
'If there's any advantage, it's that I can see the ass clearly from the front without bending down?'
I grabbed her solid brown ass and slid my fingers to gently part Eileen’s vulva.
A mix of a horse's whinny and a human's moan echoed as Eileen’s legs wobbled, and she clutched at the tent pole to support her body.
"Not really... but I'll manage."
I wish she'd stick to one answer.
"Be gentle, it's my first time..."
In these parts, it's customary to offer hospitality to visiting men by providing women, but had Eileen recently reached adulthood? Or perhaps men rarely visited this village.
Unlike the pink membranes of humans or other species, a horse’s vagina is quite large, and I was concerned whether my dick would be satisfying enough for her.
Being a horse, Eileen was built to accommodate a male with a significantly larger genitalia...
It almost felt steamy inside her opening, as if heat was rising from Eileen’s body.
Her horse-shaped lower body exuded a white sweat, and every breath I took caused her tail to flutter while brushing against my hands holding her ass, which in turn made me react gently.
'It seems no different from a mare, but...'
Yet, considering Eileen's blushing face trembling in front of me, I felt I could do it.
"Alright, then. How about lying down?"
It was a bit of an embarrassing request, but in Eileen’s standing position, I couldn’t do much.
With her ass almost at the height of my chest, what could I do with my dick other than gently caress her lower abdomen?
"Now... do you mean now? If I sit down now, I might not be able to get up again..."
Eileen seemed unsteady on her legs as if they had gone weak, and when she finally sat down, the positioning made it difficult to penetrate properly.
'So... should I just stand and do it?'
Her opening was already wet enough that I could stick my hand in without noticing, craving semen, and watching this, I had become so aroused I couldn’t hold back, yet a physical impediment prevented proper intercourse.
I could get a stepping stool to reach the right height, but surely... a man's pride is tied up in his length and height, isn't it?
Using a step stool to accommodate my shorter height felt like a blow to my pride, but there was no choice. I looked around for something to stand on, but...
Besides a straw-made bed, there were no furniture pieces in the tent, and it was problematic to go out and ask for an object from Eileen to use as a platform for sex...
'Damn, should I just give up here?'
"Are you just teasing more? My legs are getting weak..."
And Eileen, sensing my hesitation, questioned me, making it even harder to admit that I was too short to proceed.
Isn’t it a man's duty to perform once his pants are off, even with just a slime?
'Forget it, I'll make do!'
When there's no tool, a knight must improvise.
So, I gripped Eileen’s ass and leaped like jumping over a vaulting horse, aiming my body and my aroused dick between her ass.
"Huh?! What's this...?"
Supporting myself with my hands on her ass, I positioned my dick at her entrance.
'The target is large, so there’s no worry of missing!'
Using both hands to bear my weight, I couldn’t guide with them, but a simple flick was enough to push the tip of my hot, aroused dick into her soft, steaming depths.
Then I pressed my body tightly against Eileen's ass, laying my body over her horse-shaped lower half while firmly embedding myself within her and began to thrust.
Essentially, I had begun to hang from her ass and thrust!