“That was an excellent battle my lady…” Tristan smiled as he took away the splintered remains of Celia’s shield in one hand and lance from the other.
 
  “Indeed, she had gotten better since I last fought her. A worthy opponent indeed.” Celia smiled through her helm as she looked over at the young palomino centaur on the other side of the pitch. The young centaur’s shield arm was in a sling now, and healers were tendering to her other small injuries. But it seemed the woman’s pride was hurt more than anything, if her pout was anything to go by. “But her last attack was reckless. No doubt she thought to slip by my guard. I hope she learns from her mistake and does not try that again.”
 
  “She will be fine…” Tristan smiled up at Celia reassuringly. “Centaurs are renowned for their amazing endurance and spirit. I bet she will be back on the training field in no time.”
 
  “I’m sure you're right.” She looked up at the sky. “The day is drawing to a close, and I need a wash. Come squire…”
 
  “Yes my lady…” And with that, Tristan grabbed her belongings and followed after his leige, his hero…his friend. As they passed through the town, many people, centaurs and humans alike, clapped, cheered, and congratulated her on her victory. To which she would respond with a bow and a jovial wave of her hand. Celia had been the reigning champion for five years now, a feat unheard of for their local city. Most champions last perhaps a year or two before they are conquered by another. But not Celia. Perhaps it was due to her larger size. Indeed, she certainly had a strength normal centaurs did not. Some even rumored she had the ancient blood of the centaur ancestors flowing through her, those who first settled to form their fair city. Whatever the case, Celia was a proud champion…and Tristan, her faithful squire.
 
  They soon arrived at a private wash house on the edge of town. There a great pool of steaming water greeted them, along with a cart filled with brushes, combs, soaps, and towels of all sizes. After setting down their supplies against the wall, Tristan stripped out of his clothes and tossed them aside, wrapping a towel around his torso to keep his modesty. Celia couldn’t help but blush and smile at his naked form. For a young man who had just come of age, he had a fair bit of lean muscle. Built like a lean swimmer, his limbs were thin and long, yet had a subtle strength to them. Certainly he was an attractive male…and she knew more than once he had the attention of many of the females in the city. Yet he never took a mate, which puzzled her. Still, she couldn’t help but admire his form…and Celia couldn’t help but let her imagination wander, her cheeks flushing as whimsical fantasies played in her mind. Luckily, this blush was hidden behind her helmet, and taking a deep breath, she let the moment pass. “Would you be so kind as to help me remove my armor?” She asked in a calm, level voice.
 
  “Of course my lady…” Tristan smiled as he stepped up to her side. On the outside, he was calm, cool and collected as he began to unbuckle the straps that held her armor in place. But in his chest, his heart was fluttering madly. He had to take extra time to work on certain straps to steady his nerves as he peeled off piece after piece of her armor. And as he did so, a wave of her musky scent would wash over him. But it wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, her sweet feminine scent mixed with the musk of her body, creating a heady, almost seductive scent. More than once Tristan found himself breathing it in before realizing he had stopped what he was doing. Blushing madly, he redoubled his efforts to remove her armor without trying to be too awkward. In truth, Celia didn’t mind. She knew full well he loved her scent, and enjoyed watching his flustered look as he tried to hide it. But relief washed over her as her heavy chest plate was finally taken off, freeing her rather bountiful breasts. When that was done and the armor carefully laid to the side, she herself reached up, undid the belt of her helmet, and pulled it off.
 
  Tristan had seen her face a hundred times before, and yet each time felt like the first. Her face was…perfect. There was no other way to describe it. A literal incarnation of beauty itself. Her skin was pale, smooth, flawless. Her lips, soft, dainty, a cherry blossom pink. Her eyes, bluer than a bright summer’s sky. And her hair, falling around and down her shoulders like a waterfall of molten gold, the ends curling about so elegantly. The world around her seemed to brighten about her, as if she herself glowed with an inner light. And as she turned to him, she smiled, and that smile pierced his heart with enchantment. An enchantment of longing and want. Not lustful want, but something…more.
 
  She smirked at him and rolled her eyes, slowly undoing the buttons of her damp clothes. “Are you going to help me wash or are you going to gape at me like a fish out of water?”
 
  Tristan blinked, like a man startled out of a day dream, and he blushed furiously. “Yes! Of…of course my lady, my apologies…” And he quickly ran and fetched a brush, some soap, and a bucket of steaming water.
 
  “And how many times have I told you to call me Celia when we are alone?” She gently peeled off her tunic and sighed in relief, freeing her large breasts and massaging them in her palms. Wearing armor all day that pressed down on a chest like her was rather uncomfortable.
 
  “At least once more, Miss Celia…as always.” He smiled as he took her tunic and gently laid it with her armor. Tristan then began to wash down her large horse body, gently scrubbing into her side with tender care. He greatly enjoyed washing her, for he loved the feeling of her soft fur coat under his fingers. But this always proved to be a challenge. For standing up, her horse body was as tall as he was, and he had to stand on his toes to reach her back.
 
  Celia pouted with a smile but did not reply, instead grabbing a brush and washing off the sweat and grime from her human torso. They each worked in silence, the sound of brushes rubbing against flesh and fur filling the air as each were focused on their task. It didn’t take long for Celia to wash her human half, and sighed in relief as she dumped a bucket of water over herself, letting it splash onto the floor. Moaning happily, she turned this way and that, stretching her back and her arms. “Mmmf, still a little stiff…I think I’ll need you to give me a massage later if your free.”
 
  “You know I am always free for you, my lady…” Tristan smiled as he continued to work. He was down by her legs, lifting each hoove to him and brushing the tufts of fur around each foot. His hands were strong, but gentle, and Celia loved that about Tristan. She was happy she had picked such a loving and kind squire.
 
  “Do you remember when we first met?” Celia asked suddenly, looking back at him as he began to wash her back legs.
 
  Tristan paused, looking up at her, blinking. “I do, my lady. It was at the training camp for new recruits. You came to visit, telling the instructor you seeked a squire. They hosted a big tournament and everything. I lost within the first few rounds…and the look on the guy’s face who won when you turned him down?” He chuckled as the memory played in his mind, and the murmur of the shocked crowd shrill whispering in his mind’s ears.
 
  “Yes, I remember him as well…” Celia sighed. “I told them that the winner of their little tournament did not mean they would become my squire. I told them flat out that I alone would decide. But they protested my choice…”
 
  “Of me…” Tristan suddenly paused in his cleaning, and looked at her with a frown. “My lady…if I may speak freely…”
 
  “You're wondering why I chose you as my squire?” Tristan nodded, making Celia smile. “Understandable. I suppose we never really talked about it, have we?” She suddenly giggled. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when I came up to you. You looked so terrified, as if I was some dragoness ready to eat you. And when I chose you, I thought for sure you were going to faint.”
 
  Tristan laughed “Can you blame me? I was one of the newer recruits…I had lost so early in the tournament, and I had no real talent. And when you came up to me…” His voice faltered…and he blushed. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but it was one of the happiest moments of his life. Maybe someday he would, when he finally made a name for himself. But he had a long way to go before he could ever be on par with her.
 
  “I chose you because you had all I was looking for in a squire…” She smiled as she flicked her tail, laying it around his shoulders, which pulled him against her backside a bit. “There is more to you than anyone knows, my sweet Tristan. Including yourself. And you're going to become a great knight, and find a wonderful lass to call your own.”
 
  Tristan blushed at her words and her tail wrapping around him. Her fur was so soft, and carried some of that sweet scent he so loved. In fact it was even stronger on her tail. But he blushed more so at her words. For the fantasy that often danced in his mind so late at night in his dreams played again. The image of him, standing in shining armor, holding her hand in his, and Celia, dressed in a beautiful white dress as the church bells sounded…he suddenly started as that part of his day dream came true, for church bells were sounding off in the distance, signaling the coming of evening.
 
  Celia started as well, glancing out the window. “Time makes fools of us all. Let us finish up and then…” She paused, and her cheeks seemed to glow a bit pink.
 
  “And then…what, my lady?” Tristan asked, looking at her with a frown.
 
  “I uh…” The pink in her cheeks began to glow brighter as she looked back at him. “I…I need your help with…with some…personal grooming, if you’re not too busy.”
 
  Tristan blinked and looked at her amazed. “Celia…” and his own blush deepened “...you know I am always free for you, and always happy to help with whatever you need.”
 
  Celia turned and beamed at him, and suddenly, without warning, she threw her arms around him. Tristan gaved a muffled yelp as his head was buried in her overflowing bosom, arms wrapped tight around him as she hugged him to her. Her scent filled his lungs as he struggled to breathe, and his hands weakly pushed at her sides. “Thank you…thank you Tristan…” She cooed and kissed the top of his head. “You’re the best squire a knight could ask for. Come, let us finish up and then we can head to my place. I promise to make this worthwhile.” She finally released him and set about gathering her things. Tristan, still a little dazed from the sudden soft assault, helped. And once everything was clean and orderly, and they were both dressed in fresh clean tunics, they left the bath house and into the cool night air.
 
  By now, the sun was setting, casting a fiery red glow over the city. Street lamps were sparkling to life one by one, and many merchant shops and stalls were closing up. Tristan watched as one centaur merchant, with a strangely rounded belly, passed by saying “Alright you nerd, you better get to work in there. I'm off to go meet up with our Gnoll friend at the pub” before trotting away, a satisfied smirk on her face.
 
  “My my, seems like someone is off to have a good night…” Celia giggled.
 
  “Who was she talking to?” Tristan asked, puzzled. But Celia didn’t seem to hear his question, as she was too busy waving to a group of patrons outside one of the many local taverns, who were all cheering and raising their mugs in her name.
 
  Celia led the way through the streets until at last, they arrived at a large home with a high hedge wall. The hedge was only accessible through a wrought iron gate, which Celia unlocked with a key. And with a happy sigh, lead the way in. “Home sweet home…” She cooed happily, nodding to the house. It was a beautiful home, made of cobblestone walls, many windows looking out, and a shingle roof. A beautiful garden lay on the side, along with a large flowing fountain. A small path led around the house, which Celia motioned for Tristan to follow. There, a large open shed could be seen tucked in a corner with stacks of hay bales. There, Celia asked her squire to set aside her gear and her armor.
 
  But as he turned back to her, Tristan saw her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she gently trotted in place. “What’s wrong my lady?”
 
  “Well…it’s just…” Her blush deepened and she half hid her hands in her hands. “It’s nothing.” She took a deep breath and seemed to regain some of her composure. “Now then…if you please Tristan, I could really use some help.” And she lifted one of her front legs up. Tristan moved forward and gently looked under her hoof. It was packed full of dirt and other debris, and the shoe looked like it needed changing as well.
 
  “Miss Celia…” groaned Tristan as he inspected her other hooves “I wish you had told me sooner. Then we could have gone to the smith to get you reshoed. But it is too late now, it's probably closed. The best I can do is clean them out, and then we can go first thing tomorrow.”
 
  “I’d like that…” Celia smiled at her squire, fussing over her. In the fiery light of the setting sun, it was hard to notice her blushing cheeks. With that, Tristan set to work, grabbing some tools from the shed and gently taking each of her hooves between his legs. With the utmost care, he began to gently dig and scrape all the debris he could from under each hoof. And when he was finished, he took a comb and brushed the tufts of fur around each of her hooves until it was smooth and as fluffy as cotton candy. He worked tirelessly for a better part of an hour, providing each hoof of her the same amount of love and care. All the while Celia watched him with that same loving smile as the sun slowly went down, and the stars began to appear.
 
  By the time he had finished, the sun had set and the moon was giving the world a faint, silver sheen. Tristan wiped the sweat from his brow and he said “All done my lady. That should at least be more comfortable for you to walk around. Like I said, tomorrow we can get you reshoed. I’d do it myself, but I have not the skill.”
 
  “You have done more than your fair share, my dear Tristan. Thank you very much. But if I could ask you to do one last thing for me…”
 
  “Of course my lady, anything.”
 
  “Would you mind brushing my tail?”
 
  Tristan blushed as he glanced at her tail, which seemed to swish back and forth in a rather tantalizing way. “Y…yes my lady, of course.” He stepped behind her and gently took her tail in his hand, and with the other, began to brush it with the other. Her tail felt softer than the fur around her hooves, and that same wonderful smell floated up towards him as he worked. And as he did so, Tristan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her. Everything from her glistening blonde hair, the smooth fairness of her skin, the silver sheen on her glossy coat…the round shapeliness of her ass. He blushed as he couldn’t help but glance under her tail…and tucked between her plump cheeks was a round, leathery and slightly puffy donut. And below that her pink flower of a sex that had wonderfully inviting thick petals. Tristan started as he realized he had stopped what he was doing to stare at these inviting holes, and quickly resumed his work, hoping Celia didn’t notice his lapse in concentration. But suddenly Celia spoke.
 
  “If you want a closer look, all you have to do is ask.” And before Tristan could object or protest, she raised her tail and took a few steps back, pressing Tristan against the wall gently with her wide rump. The heat coming from her was intense as Trstan found himself face first in his lady’s most private areas! His nose had wedged right in her perineum, his lips pressed against the lips of her puffy sex. And her anus seemed to be kissing his forehead as her tail settled down on top of his head, letting the now silky soft hair cascade down over his shoulder.
 
  “M…my lady…I can’t…this is improper…” Even as he spoke, he breathed in her intoxicating scent, the musky, sweet, feminine floral scent of her most private areas. He felt light headed and dizzy, but in a good way. Even as he tried not to breathe it in he could feel her scent tickling his nose…tempting it to breathe it in more.
 
  “How is this improper?” Celia asked with a blushing, but satisfied smile on her face as she looked back. “Can’t a knight reward her squire for his faithful service? Besides…” She ground her plump ass against him more in a teasing sort of way “...we both know how much you love the smell of my body.” Celia could feel the heat from his blushing cheeks as he tried to look away, shame faced. But instead, she just pressed herself against him more, smothering him more. “There is no need to be embarrassed. I think it’s rather adorable…and truthfully? I think it’s very flattering.”
 
  “You…you do?” Stammered Tristan as she pulled back, turning around to face him properly.
 
  She nodded with a loving smile. “You see me as a whole Tristan. You see more than just a pretty face or a powerful warrior. Or some fat prize horse. I can’t tell you how many times men have attempted to court me, for I have lost count. But I turned them all down. Why? Because they never saw me for more than what I am. To some men, I was simply a pretty face to be shared about like some trophy. To others, I was just another waiting notch on their belt to add to their sexual conquests. Or simply just a powerful warrior waiting to be beaten by someone stronger in hopes of submitting to their will.”
 
  She bent down on her knees so she was eye level with him, cupping his cheeks in her hands. “The way you look at me, it makes my heart flutter in ways no other man has ever done. You truly care for me…all of me. It doesn’t matter if I am half horse or not. It matters not if I am some great warrior. You treat me like a woman should be treated…loved and respected for who she is and all that she is. And for that, I am truly grateful.” And leaning forward, pursing her pink lips, she drew him into a soft, loving kiss.
 
  Fireworks exploded in Tristan’s mind as she kissed him, and slowly his arms reached up and wrapped around her, pulling her closer. Her wonderfully soft breasts pressed into his chest as his hands slowly roamed up and down her back as they deepened the kiss. It was such a surreal sensation. Her lips were so soft, so sweet, yet so delicate. She pulled away only for a moment to catch her breath before she gently wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, her fingers catching in his hair as she kissed more passionately. Finally, after several minutes of making out, they both pulled back, panting, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.
 
  “Will you be mine?”
 
  “Now and always…Celia.”
 
  Tears burst from Celia’s eyes as she cried out happily and kissed Tristan again, and this time, the kiss was short and sweet as she pulled back, her breath in needy pants. “Let’s head inside…” Tristan nodded and taking her hand, allowed himself to be led inside her house through a wide backdoor. It was very spacious inside, though there was very little furniture. Instead, many large cushions lay where chairs and couches ought to have been. But there was a table or two, and many bookshelves filled with books and scrolls. Passing through a wide kitchen, she led Tristan to a large door that when opened, revealed a spacious bedroom. There was a large dresser with a standing mirror beside it. A large walk-in closet the size of a small shed to the side. And in the middle was a large, thick cushion that was clearly her bed. Her sweet feminine smell was heavy in the air, and filled Tristan up like drink as he breathed it in slowly.
 
  “It’s not much…” Celia said quietly as she settled herself on the bed, hooved tucked under her as she looked at him. “Probably different than what you’re used to.”
 
  Tristan smiled and shook his head “It’s perfect, just like you are…” And he climbed onto the bed with her and hugged her, making Celia smile and hug him back.
 
  “So…” She pulled back and smiled at him with a knowing look “...how long have you fantasized about this?”
 
  Tristan blushed and averted his gaze. “For…some time now…” He admitted in a shy voice.
 
  “Oh?” She leaned closer, an eager light in her eyes. “And have you always loved my scent?”
 
  “Yes…” Tristan’s face was glowing. “I don’t know if it is the soapes you use, but it is simply addicting. And my heart skips every time you ask me to brush you…”
 
  “You like to brush me?” She moved closer, her face close to his as her breasts pressed to his chest. “You like to touch my body?”
 
  “Yes…” Tristan’s voice was turning into a moaning whisper as he felt her soft weight against him.
 
  “I bet you’d worship it if you had the chance…’ She cooed in his ear, playfully giving it a soft kiss and nibbling at his earlobe, making him shiver and tense. “Tell me you would…tell me what you’d do if I gave you free reign…”
 
  “Id…I’d…” Tristan was trembling, his pants feeling very tight as a formidable tent formed.
 
  “Oh my, it must be so hard to think with this thing so horribly trapped…” Cooed Celia as she undid his belt. And as she pulled down his pants and briefs, a thick cock sprang out, throbbing with want and need, accompanied by two round, and very full looking, balls. “My my, is this for me?” Celia teased as she reached out and began to stroke it, making Tristan moan in pleasure. “Thank you, I gladly accept your gift…” And she gently moved down on him, gently entrapping his throbbing length in her overflowing bosom. To feel his cock trapped between such pillows of softness was pure heaven, and his hips began to tremble in the effort to not thrust up into them. Celia giggled. “Do my breasts feel good? Do they feel so soft and warm?” Tristan nodded, gripping the cushion in a vain effort to control himself. “Good. Because I’m not going to let you leave until you are satisfied. You have done so much for me as my squire. And as knight, it is my duty to ensure the wellbeing of those serving me.”
 
  And with that, she began to grind her chest up and down his length, letting it slide between her plentiful breasts. The sensation was wonderful, and Tristan quickly grew to enjoy it. But Celia was slow and steady, savoring the moment. She loved watching his face contort in pleasure, trying to hide it as he hid his face when he breathed in her scent. But now, she herself was getting turned on by his scent. That manly, musky aroma of his length was making her body shiver, and her flower bloom and flex. But she knew her duty and continued to massage his length, alternating between a simple up and down motion to grinding lewdly on him, and alternating her breasts up and down so all his length was given loving attention. Finally, the scent drove her to a desire to taste it, and without warning, she leaned her head forward, parting her pink lips in a perfect “O,” and gently took his length into her mouth. And with an upward wink at him, she closed her eyes and began to suck.
 
  Tristan couldn’t help but lean his head back and gasp as her tongue teased at his length while her lips worked. He could feel her tongue teasing at his glands, circling around his cock head as her plush lips worked up and down. The part of his cock she couldn’t reach she continued to massage with her breasts, savoring how his cock now throbbed inside of her mouth. Already his balls were trembling and flexing, and she knew he was close. She pulled off his cock with a wet “pop,” smirking as his hips began to thrust into her chest. “Oh, is someone close? Is someone ready to shoot off their load?”
 
  “Y…yes…” Tristan moaned, his eyes closed as his back arched into her more, trying to bury his cock deeper into her breasts.
 
  Celia moaned as she pressed her breasts harder on his cock. “Then cum for me baby…don’t hold back…I want to taste it all.” And with that, she devoured his cock, suckling harder and harder as her breasts practically smothered his cock in pillowy softness. It didn’t take long for him to get pushed over the edge and he came hard into her mouth. The salty, divine taste of his seed exploded in the back of her throat, and Celia moaned happily as she drank it all. She continued to suckle, cradling his throbbing length in her breasts as she gently milked it, trying to draw out as much cum as possible. But when he collapsed back on the bed, she pulled off his cock and cleaned it with her tongue, giving his engorged cock head a dainty kiss. “Good boy…” She cooed with a smirk, then added to Tristan “You too.”
 
  Tristan snorted in amusement, still panting. “Gee, thanks.”
 
  Celia giggled and licked her lips before kissing his cheek. “I hope you're not tuckered out. Because it’s your turn.” Her tail flicked back and forth, sending wafts of her scent over him. He hummed in pleasure as he breathed in deeply, his cock quickly began to throb back to life again. “That’s what I thought” Celia cooed and kissed his lips, reaching down to playfully stroke his length again.
 
  This made Tristan gasp in pleasure and moaned “Hey, easy! Still sensitive down there…”
 
  Celia giggled and let him go, kissing his cheek again. “Sorry. I just love watching you squirm.” Tristan rolled his eyes and kissed her back before slowly crawling around to her backside. And as he did so, Celia lifted her tail, exposing her two inviting holes once more. He could see her sex nearly dripping with arousal, and her puckered donut winking at him, as if blowing him kisses. “I’m curious…” Celia smiled back at him, watching him stare transfixed at her holes “...how long have you fantasized about this?”
 
  Tristan tore his eyes away from her plump backside and looked up at her with an embarrassed smile. “I will confess…I’ve had many fantasies about you and me together. And not all of them lewd.”
 
  Celia raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh? Do tell.”
 
  “Well…” Tristan blushed harder, his hands idly rubbing along her backside. “I mean, every man I’m sure has had some kind of fantasy about you. Your so beautiful and_”
 
  “I don’t care what other men think of me.” She replied, a little sharply. “I care what you think. Please, I want to know…” She looked at him, her eyes bright and attentive.
 
  Tristan looked into her eyes, and he felt his heart melt. “I…I…” His heart was pounding in his ears, the tension of his thoughts threatening to make him ass out. He felt as though he was about to jump off a cliff and into a cassam below without knowing if he would hit the bottom. Finally, he closed his eyes, and the words spilled out of him before he could stop them. “I…I love you, Celia.”
 
  He opened his eyes and looked at her cautiously…only to be shocked to find her brilliant blue eyes wet with tears, her lips trembling. But those lips were spread into a loving smile as she cupped her hands over her mouth. Then with a sobbing cry, she turned and flung her arms around him, burying her face in his chest! “Oh Tristan, I love you too! I love you so much.” She reached up and cupped his face in her hands and kissed him with such fiery passion that it made Tristan’s knees weak. But he pulled her in closer as their arms wrapped around one another, the kiss turning into a sensual make out as their tongues danced. Finally, she pulled away, and her eyes were lit up with a lustful fire. “Fuck me…” She breathed in a husky voice. “Fuck me Tristan…I can’t stand it any longer. I want that cock inside of me…”
 
  Tristan nodded, panting with his own want and desire. He moved around her as she raised her tail again. But Tristan smiled and said “There is one thing I’ve always wanted to do first…” Reaching up, he gently pulled apart her plump cheeks, exposing her pulsing holes once more.
 
  “Oh? What are you_AH!” Celia squeaked in surprise as she felt Tristan’s lips kiss her puckered hole, only to look back and grin. “Oh my, talk about being a kiss ass.”
 
  “I’m sorry, not sorry…” Tristan moaned, giving it another kiss. It was smooth and leathery, and here that intoxicating, musky scent he loved so much was the strongest. And it tasted wonderful. “I’ve always wanted to do this, your ass is just so wonderful. I mean_” He blushed and looked at her with an apologetic smile. “ALL of you is wonderful and beautiful, not trying to say I just love you ass. I just, sorry, what I mean to say is_” But his words were cut off as she leaned back into him, smothering his face against her ass.
 
  “Less talk, more worship…” She demanded, wiggling her ass back and forth, wedging his face deeper. “If you love my ass so much, I’ll make you addicted to it. I’ll make sure my ass is the only ass you lust for.”
 
  “It already is…” Tristan moaned, though his voice was muffled. Soon he was licking and kissing at her ass, savoring the texture of her skin on his tongue. Her scent alone was making him feel warm and dizzy, like having too many pints down at the pub. And as he kissed and licked and playfully sucked, he could feel her hole flexing with all the attention he gave it. He even playfully kissed it back as it flexed, making it appear he was making out with her asshole.
 
  Finally, he pulled away and moved lower, giving more attention to her needy flower, which by now was dripping with need. Celia moaned happily, her tail flicking back and forth as he worked, teasing her labia with his tongue, and gasping for pleasure when he sucked on her clit. The scent of her arousal was hypnotic, and he spent just as much time breathing in her scent here as he did her ass. By now, it had stained his lungs so every breath he took, a faint reminder of her scent would tickle his nose, making him blush and smile. After a good long while, he stood up, stroking his cock. “Ready my love?”
 
  Celia looked back and nodded, her eyes bright, biting her bottom lip. “I’ve been ready. You’ve been the one taking your sweet old time, huffing my ass like an addict.”
 
  “Sorry, not sorry…” Tristan grinned and guided his cock to her nethers. He had never fucked a woman before, so he was doing his best not to let it show. But as he eased it in, he found it to be puffy and surprisingly tight. Of course, he was nowhere near as large as a male centaur, but Celia felt a thrill of pleasure as she felt his length push into her regardless. Tristan gently gripped her wide hips, and with a deep breath, began to slowly move his hips. He pushed in as far as he could go, pressing his stomach and chest to her backside before pulling back. He then repeated the motion, savoring how wonderful it felt to have his cock sheathed in such a warm, fleshy hole.
 
  Celia certainly wasn’t complaining, for it felt really good. But after a minute, she looked back at him with a smile and said “You don’t have to worry about being gentle, my love. I’m a big girl, I can handle a little roughness.”
 
  Tristan started and blushed, looking up at her with a shy smile. “Sorry, I was just savoring how good you feel. But I will certainly do my best.” And with that, he began to pick up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her flower in a smooth flowing motion.
 
  “Mmmm…that’s better…’ Celia cooed as her tail flicked back and forth, biting her bottom lip. “Yes, just like that…” Tristan smiled and gently gripped her hips tighter and began to really push inside her. He could feel her insides quivering as the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh soon filled the room. Along with both of their needy pants. Soon Tristan was laying flat on her back, her tail around his waist as he positively drilled into her, his hips a blur as his length jack hammered into her. Celia was moaning now happily as her hips trembled, enjoying the wonderful sensation of his cock buried deep inside her. “Mmm…oh fuck yeah baby, that’s it…mmm don’t stop, I’m close now. Oh gods above your cock feels so good fucking my naughty little hole…oh fuck…oh…ah…fuck mmm ahh…ah ah AAAH!”
 
  She threw her head back and moaned loudly as she came, thick fem-cum spraying against his waist as he gasped and moaned, feeling her insides clench tightly around his cock. This caused him to explode inside her, shooting rope after rope of hot seed inside her needy nethers. Both of them trembled before collapsing onto the bed, Celia laying her head on a cushion and Tristan laying his body against her. He could hear her heartbeat thundering through her, her breath in gasps as she struggled to compose herself as her sides heaved with the effort.
 
  After a long minute, she looked up, bleary eyed and smiled at Tristan. “I love you…”
 
  “And I you…” Tristan smiled, and gently pulled his softening cock out of her, making them both shiver. He moved to come around and hug her, to cuddle her, but she shook her head with a loving smile. Tristan blinked, confused. “What’s wrong?”
 
  “Nothing. I just want you there for what I plan to do next…” Celia blushed with a mischievous smile and raised her tail, exposing once more her puckered hole and her now dripping sex. “Since you love my ass and my scent so much, I wish to give you the chance to indulge in it again.”
 
  Tristan blushed very hard and he rubbed the back of his head “Celia, I couldn’t do that, I_”
 
  “Why not?” Celia asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’m your lover now, am I not? Isn’t it a lover’s job to make their lover feel very good?”
 
  “Yes, but_”
 
  “The only butt you should be talking about is mine…” Celia grinned and gently leaned back, so her ass was pressed to his face, her puckered ring winking against his cheek. The smell coming from her soft ass was now more intoxicating than ever. Perhaps it was because of the wafting smell of arousal coming from her sex, but he couldn’t resist breathing in deeply. “That’s it…this is what you wanted, right?” And she began to grind her ass into his face more, wedging him deep between her plump cheeks.
 
  Tristan had to admit this was what he wanted. And the way that leathery, puffy ring was winking at him, he couldn’t help but watch it. It was like it was blowing kisses at him, trying to invite him closer. And he couldn’t resist its siren call. Celia would suddenly feel his face press harder into her ass as his nose wedged itself in her puffy hole, breathing in deeply. “Mmm…that’s it baby, breathe nice and deep. I want my scent to stain your lungs, so each breath you take, you can only smell me.” She wiggled her ass back more, lowering her tail so it rested over his head, further trapping him against it.
 
  Tristan was hopelessly lost in lust as he sniffed and kissed her puckered hole. It was everything he fantasized about and more. It tasted wonderful, and he loved feeling the flexing ring move against his tongue. More than once, he found his tongue caught inside it, and felt her ass tugging on his tongue, as if trying to pull him in. Little did Tristan know how close to the truth that was. For once he was utterly engrossed in her ass, Celia began to rock back and forth, slowly moving his head deeper and deeper into her ass. Her muscular ring expanded out slightly to entrap his face in her musky innards. Tristan was too high on her scent to notice anything at first. But as he opened his eyes and was welcomed with nothing but darkness, he suddenly knew what she had planned. But before he could retort, protest, or even moan, she leaned back farther, and her full weight came slipping over him. Her tight muscular ring expanded and slipped over his shoulders and down his chest, trapping his upper body in thick, slimy flesh.
 
  Celia huffed and gasped, feeling his body stretch her out. Never before had she done this, but it felt so good she didn’t want to stop. She wiggled her rump, working her tight ring around his waist. But now, his cock was fully erect, and dangerously close to slipping into her pussy. Feeling mischievous, she slowly stood up, pulling Tristan’s body up with her, his feel dangling from the outside. Backing up slowly, she pushed him against the wall, which caused his hips to thrust forward, and his cock to find a cozy place right in her nethers. Celia moaned happily and began to grind against him, forcing his hips to thrust in and out of her. Tristan was gasping and moaning in pleasure, breathing in lungfuls of her musky air. It didn’t take long before he came again, his cock throbbing inside her flower as he shot off a few more rounds in her. Feeling satisfied, she gently began to suck him in, her tight ring massaging her body as her innards gripped him and began to work him inside. The process was pleasurable and Celia moaned all the while. The way her new lover was stretching out her insides felt wonderful. She had heard stories of other centaurs doing this to their lovers, but never in her wildest dreams could she imagine it felt this good. This was a feeling one could get addicted to.
 
  After a few minutes of pulling and swallowing down Tristan’s legs with her tight ass, only his feet remained. She smiled and wiggled her ass playfully, before those too were sucked up. Her tight ring relaxed and closed, sealing Tristan inside. She could feel him now slowly working his way through her innards, wiggling and squirming all the while. He was hitting sensitive spots she didn’t know were there, and by the time he made it to her stomach, she was gripping her breasts and moaning, her eyes fluttering. Her stomach was a large, spacious place, and Tristan was pushed out into it, the plush walls “hugging” him, as if welcoming him. “You ok love?” Celia called, her voice muffled, but still audible.
 
  “Never better…” Tristan replied back, and he smiled as he sat up and leaned against a fleshy wall. He gave the side a cautious rub, marveling at the feeling of pulsing flesh and muscle under his slimy fingers.
 
  Celia hummed in pleasure. “Oooh, that feels good. If you're not careful, I might ask you to massage my stomach for me.”
 
  “You know I will do anything you ask Celia…” Tristan called back and with a smile, kissed her stomach sides, making the young centaur moan.
 
  “In that case…” Celia called back standing up, making Tristan’s stomach room sway slightly. “I’m going to ask you to stay in there and massage me from the inside out. And along with your squire duties, you now have the honor of being my personal butt plug. And I expect you to pleasure me and satisfy me each day.”
 
  Tristan laughed. “It will be hard for me to fulfill my squire duties if I am trapped here.”
 
  Celia smiled as she moved to settle onto her bed, reaching over to rub her slightly bloated flanks. His body hardly made a bulge in her belly, unless one looked really closely and saw a bulge moving about inside her. “I’ll be sure to let you out when the time comes. And when your job is finished, you are to report back into me. Understand?”
 
  Tristan smiled and settled himself in a corner. It was going to be a long, fun night. “Yes my love. For how long might I ask?”
 
  Celia rubbed her human belly thoughtfully…and a loving smile spread across her soft lips. “How about…until the baby arrives? You can keep our child company inside me…and I will look after you both until then.” And with a happy yawn, she settled down on her bed, cuddled a pillow to her chest…and fell asleep to the gentle squirming of her new and only lover.