Chapter 63: All Centaurs, Unite! (01)
Perhaps because her body was relatively small, Angelica's size was similar to that of a human.
Even earlier, Eileen had shown strong constriction, but with Angelica, the combination of centaur-specific tightness and human-like size brought about a pain and pressure that seemed to forcefully pierce through flesh.
However, the tighter the hole, the more determination it brings to a man.
Putting as much strength as possible into the glans and enduring, I began to penetrate Angelica's body with a determination to see whether I would break or she would be penetrated.
"Knight... Sir... knight..."
Normally, when thrusting , one would turn the body or have one's chest pressed against the woman's back, but due to the lower body structure of centaurs, both had to stretch out their arms just to barely touch each other.
This was possible probably because Angelica was a rather small horse; if it had been Eileen, even stretching out hands wouldn’t have been enough due to her larger body size.
"Ah... Ahh... It hurts..."
"It's your first time... Perhaps I was a bit rough? Maybe we should stop..."
"My lower belly tingles... something... feels strange..."
Is it normal to maintain pain when someone is worried, or is she already reaching the stage of orgasm?
Although the sexual activity of herbivores usually ends within a minute, here I was, not even having moved my hips yet, and Angelica, experiencing her first time and relatively small, was already shaking and leaking fluids, her ass trembling and her nipples erect, showing she was ready.
It seems centaurs and humans are not compatible after all.
Even before I could properly move my hips, Angelica had reached her climax, releasing her fluids, and I was caught in a bind, unable to pull out or push further.
"I'm sorry... but... I feel a bump inside... and my legs keep losing strength..."
Angelica was relatively lighter, so I ignored her complaints, gripped the hands we were holding tightly, and just kept thrusting, climax or not.
While I was moving my hips, Angelica spewed fluids several times, nearly collapsing, but I kept her from falling by activating the mana circuits in my arms and legs.
'I need some release too! How selfish of you to enjoy yourselves!'
Honestly, if Eileen had been enough, I wouldn’t have needed to call Angelica.
But having called her, I might as well make proper use of her.
"Sister... Ahh... Sister...!!"
As Angelica, already exhausted and gasping for breath, began to cry, I kept thrusting lightly into her, enjoying the position that made it easier to thrust, and concentrating on the sensations beyond the glans, periodically reaching orgasm, though I ignored the contractions of her vagina and stimulated her body.
"My body feels weird... keeps... leaking... Sir... Knight...!"
Crying, she called out to me as I held her tightly, and finally, I felt the signal and thrust deeply into her.
With Eileen, it was hard to reach even midway, but since Angelica had a relatively smaller lower body of a horse, I could fully thrust into her deep parts.
Due to the strong vaginal pressure, normally dribbling semen now gushed out in chunks into Angelica's body.
For the first time, receiving semen inside her, the centaur girl who had experienced nearly ten orgasms could no longer hold on, releasing her grip on my hands, and I focused on ejaculating the remaining semen while adjusting her ass.
As Angelica's legs, which had been supporting her lower body, lost strength, her body tilted forward, and together, locked as one, we stumbled forward and knocked over a pillar.
Due to the intense shaking by Eileen earlier, the pillar, already loose, tilted and fell over as Angelica and I pushed against it with our bodies.
And as the pillar fell, the tent's ceiling began to collapse.
As the pillar came down and the supports were pulled out, the tent collapsed, and I was trapped under the thick fabric meant to block the winds of the plains.
As we returned to their village, the centaur maidens watched, and I released the remaining semen into Angelica.
The sex was intense enough to bring down a tent... perhaps something to boast about...
The centaur bandits licked their lips at the sight of the one human before them.
A figure who had appeared like a comet last fall, now impossible to ignore.
He who unified all the bands of centaurs, previously divided into factions, by defeating their leaders one by one.
Now, he is called the Great Leader, with a mixture of fear and awe.
He was receiving reports, gathering all the remaining centaurs of the bandit group, totaling 200, in one place.
Among all the centaurs residing in these plains, they were the most formidable force.
- Where are the horses? -
Following the Great Leader's orders, the centaur bandits had brought approximately 50 horses.
Moreover, these were not ordinary pack horses or racehorses but rather large, brave mounts fit for knights.
Given the recent increase in the number of knights, leading to a scarcity of horses, these 50 mounts held tremendous value.
"Great Leader, if we sell these back to the kingdom, we will make a fortune."
Hearing the confident report from a centaur bandit, the one called the Great Leader extended his arm.
His forearm, made of steel, moved intricately with many parts interlocking, and the Great Leader transformed his hand into a long rod and approached the horses captured by the centaur bandits.
Despite the approaching Great Leader, the horse did not show fear, proving it was a fine steed. However, the Great Leader pointed the rod transformed from his hand at the horse's jaw.
A long awl pierced through the horse's jaw.
The horse before the Great Leader died instantly, its brain damaged without even a scream, and the sight caused the other horses to start panicking wildly.
"Great Leader! What is this..."
- Bring the rest as well -
"Do you know how much these horses are worth!"
But the Great Leader continued to drive awls into the heads of the trapped horses, systematically ending their lives.
"What are you doing! We risked our lives to steal these horses!"
Dissatisfaction among the centaur bandits was skyrocketing.
To them, horses were not merely livestock but almost family-like beings, the only animals with which they could move in unison, essential for their nomadic lifestyle as a source of milk and mobility.
If they had simply planned to sell the horses at a high price, there would not have been such resistance.
But what's left if you just kill the horses?
What about the comrades who died raiding horse ranches?
As dissatisfaction pierced the skies, the Great Leader stopped his horse-killing spree and pointed his awl-extended rod at the other centaurs.
- I will compensate you for the hardships -
"Still, we shouldn't kill the horses! If we need meat or there's a necessity, we could slaughter and mourn them, but this act is just......"
- Are you dissatisfied? -
Pushing forward his brain-soaked awl, the centaur bandits could no longer argue.
No matter how family-like the horses were, they were not more important than their own lives.
"Damn it... But if it's going to be , we won't kidnap horses anymore."
- Seems you're dissatisfied -
The deputy leader of the bandits, so to speak, lost his life in an instant.
Despite being prepared to defend himself by drawing his weapon, he couldn't react in time to the awl fired from the Great Leader's hand.
Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh!
The awl flew, beginning a massacre of the centaur bandits.
In an instant, more than ten centaur bandits fell, and the remaining bandits scattered to escape, and even the Great Leader couldn't chase them all down.
It wasn't a matter of capability but of numbers; they reasoned it was best just to escape as only a few could be pursued and killed.
- They're escaping. It doesn't matter. Since the seeds have arrived from the homeland, we don't need you anymore -
The awl embedded in the deputy leader's head took root, and the body of the now-deceased deputy leader began to rise slowly.
- Our numbers are many, and nothing shall challenge us -
His eyes were vacant, and blood trickled from his mouth, but he moved not by chemical actions in the brain but by electrical signals from the awl implanted in it.
The one called the Great Leader opened his metallic body and distributed awls extracted from himself to them.
- Destroy the brains and implant artificial intelligence. Increase your comrades -
Suddenly, the bodies of 23 slain centaur bandits began to move, accepting the awls.
Each was given five awls, and they started chasing their fleeing comrades.
- Increase the numbers... turn the captured hostages into comrades... Without horses, no matter if they are knights, they cannot stand against the centaurs -