[18:24] Princess Duchess trotted within the confines of the roadside tavern, not minded by the lot of centaurs that busied themselves with their own merry times. It became very apparent that this place wasn't built for an equine of the girl's stature, considering that none of the tables had seats to begin with, and near all of them were so high that Duchess could only manage to have her shoulders peeking over their edge. Her long skirt hid the the monstrous figure that slapped against her body just underneath, only the sound of a heavy slap against The Princess's belly, and the scent of equine pheromone wafting off of the hardened noble's body hinting that the endowment was there. Almost hungrily the tiny centaur searched about the bar goers until she had found a glimpse of what she was looking for, the tanned figure at a lone table, nude among the fanciful clothed natives that filled the other tables. With a feeling of redness welling in her face, she was at the larger centaur's table in moments, like her legs acted upon a work of her own desires to power through the apparent shyness that welled within. She gave a light wave to the girl, "Hello..." The Princess sounded, voice muffled in her embarrassment of how awkward she must have seemed just peeking over the table.

[18:35] Corina Brune had only arrived a few minutes before the little noble, still a bit nervous and on edge about being in a centaur town... and the capital of a kingdom, no less. True, she was half a world away from her hometown, but she still worried about someone recognizing her... Even then, she didn't have any other choice. She didn't have any food left, and it was hard to forage so close to a city, where it seemed like every inch of land was used for farmland. Corina wasn't going to steal, that was for sure, and so she had ended up in the tabern, spending her scarce and precious gold on a mug of beer and a couple of baked apples. Her body was relaxed when Duchess found her, her arms resting on the table with her perky breasts swinging slightly every time she put the pitcher on her soft lips. Unlike the young girl, she made no effort to hide anything from her body, and so her sheathe was on display for anybody to see, along with her fat, heavy testicles, and, whenever her wild tail swung, her slit and backdoor. Her green eyes stared around with curiosity, but in the crowd of tall centaurs she just couldn't notice the princess until she tried to get her attention, and she smiled at her as soon as she did, her ears giving a cute, little twitch. "Oh, hey there! What's wrong, cutie?" Her voice was encouraging and cheerful, contrasting with Duchess' bashfulness.

[18:49] Princess Duchess drew herself up, her front hooves having to dig themselves into the table's edge so her more human-like half could be seen wholly. Doing this though had her cock soon standing free of her body, its heavy mass drooping under its own weight from underneath the table, putting itself on display enough that passing centaurs could see the pulsing mass had they taken to glancing down for a moment or two. "Aren't you a bit embarrassed?" She questioned, her eyes darting about the nude figure that stood just on the other side of that table, then a weary glance taking her as she looked out to the many centaurs that wandered about the tavern. The scent of her royal musk had taken to wafting about the air before her, the studly scent of stiffened equine causing The Princess's redness to darken as she could sense it along the smells of ale that drifted in the room. In a slight attempt to make herself look like more than the small frame would allow, she pressed her chest out and told in a tone only moderately louder than the passing whispers that she was ebbing out before, "I'm Duchess, fourth Princess of The Centorian People... I uhm... I've never seen someone around here like you before. Most of these people are much lighter and much more clothed..."

[18:57] Corina Brune knew the scent of an aroused stallion-girl when she smelled it. After all, it was very similar to her own... except for the subtle hints of a more feminine musk along the overwheming ones denoting the presence of a cock. That, along with the weirded out looks some centaurs gave to the girl's lower half were more than enough to allow Corina to add two and two together, her smile widening as she whispered to herself. "Oh, my..." Her eyes closed for a second as she enjoyed the studly smell, her own sexes starting to wake up at that potent promise of a rutting, something she had gone without for quite a while, her face reddening a little, even if it was hard to see due to the dark tone of her skin. Only after a moment did she remember the little girl was talking, and revealing herself as nobility, no less. "O-oh, sorry, honey. Well, I am not from around here... Far from it, in fact. I guess you could say I don't come from anywhere in particular..." She let out a melancholic chuckle before continuing. "My name's Corina, honey. And why should I be embarrassed? Clothes are so boring, covering what we should flaunt and being tight and itchy..." She giggled, a girly laugh that showed how little she cared about clothing. "For instance, I think you have something you should really flaunt, am I wrong?" It was friendly teasing, but still, she was curious about what the runty princess could be packing.

[19:12] Princess Duchess drew her hands together with a weary tap of her fingertips, her body heating like a rut starved animal at the suggestion. "Maybe..." she told, hey eyes casting themselves down as if she could see the outline of the throbbing rod through the table. "Though I don't know, I think that might not be wise to do, I mean I'm nowhere big or strong as some others." She admitted, "But I like to think I'm a little bit gifted in other ways! I mean... Surely there has to be something to being a Princess." Her eyes cast against the hallway of side rooms that were scattered about the tavern, those spaces that were so obviously there for the sake of heated pairs to rut that they didn't bother having much in the way of official room check out, and more of simply keys that hung off the door frames. She could almost feel herself sweating as she pried her sight away from them, not desiring to make it too obvious that there was more blood filling her loins than her head at the given moment. "Would you mind if I showed you something, Corina?" She questioned in a tone that was threatening to dip back into its state of whispering silence, though the scent of mixed femininity and a pairing of studding rods drowning her senses had her ebbing herself to sate that aching desire. "I have things I should flaunt! But maybe I should get an opinion on such things before I go about trying to let the common people... Look at me like that."

[19:20] Corina Brune took a long drink of her beer, before placing the now empty mug on the table, along with her elbow. The dark skinned beauty rested her chin on her hand, staring at the princess with a half smile, half of it coming from the amusement of seeing the bashful princess try to be subtle about what her whole body language was screaming; and half from the strong scents of her own nethers, slowly hardening and wettening respectively, along with Duchess' overwhelming musk, and the alcohol in her body, all of them mixing together to make her lightheaded and more than a little horny. She didn't know what those side rooms were for, but she had a slight idea, and the looks were just a confirmation. She decided to tease the young princess a little before going with her. "You know, honey... Shyness doesn't fit someone as important as you are! Who cares if you're not tall? You're a cutie, and something tells me you're very, very gifted. If only you actually tried to take what you want... Oh my." She giggled, and leaned against the table, her breasts being pressed between her body and the wood, the dark, hard nipples in plain sight for the little princess. "So, why don't you try being more direct? Something like 'Corina, mind if I rut you like a stallion until we both end up unable to walk?' would be just perfect, honey." Her tone was still teasing, and she winked at the young girl, one arm stretching to caress the teen's lips with a dark, slender finger.

[19:32] Princess Duchess grew tense at the finger that curved along her lip, the feeling of a trembling arousal ran through her form as she parted her lips enough to suck the finger into the confines of her lips, the dark digit being ran against her tongue in the slow caress of her mouth's muscle. Her eyes had half lid themselves in the feeling of indulgence that had her spine tingling like the feeling of orgasmic bliss were just within her grasp. She drew her head back enough to allow the finger to pop free of her lips, her face set in a scarlet blush that had welled so intensely on her face that she couldn't help but look more like a little cherry of a runt among the bar full of sturdy equines. "You're such a teaser..." She huffed out under her breath, her eyes locking against Corina's own with that determined fit of lust that she was so needy to be rid of, "I've been like steel since this morning, and I'm going to go mad unless you take yourself to that backroom and let me fuck you like a broodmare, Corina." She told through teeth that were hard grit in her own struggles to break the shy barrier that had kept her from acting in more than a whisper. The runt of a Princess surely must have been desperate to let that noble domineering attitude running through her veins surface for the sake of asking for a rut.

[19:39] Corina Brune lifted an eyebrow, her smile going wider as her hand moved back again, the warmth of Duchess' mouth and saliva still clinging to it. "Promises, promises..." Corina looked at her digit for a moment, and then sunk it between her own pillowy lips, before taking it off and grinning at the young princess. "Delicious. If all your fluids are so tasty, we are going to have a lot of fun!" She giggled, starting to walk towards the backroom, as ordered, swinging her rear teasingly and without shame. Duchess would be able to see the thick stallion rod swinging in time with her hips, already with a thick, sticky drop of precum drooling from it, her huge balls hanging behind it... But she would be probably more interested in the wet to the point of drooling cunt, the puffy ebony lips winking specifically at her, almost asking the young girl to rut it with all her strength, the same idea Corina's emerald eyes, half lidded, conveyed. "You know, you already displayed your bravery approaching a girl you don't know and trying to ask her for a fuck... you've got it, honey, you just have to use it more often!" Opening the door to the backroom, the scent of both a stallion in a rut and a broodmare in heat following her, she disappeared inside it, waiting for Duchess to join her and give her the fuck she had promised.

[19:53] Princess Duchess felt a prideful spirit welling within her small frame as the sway of that equine hind followed into the room. She allowed herself up from her sitting position only to have a shiver run through her horse half at the feeling of stick pre clinging to her hooves. She had been leaking it since she sat. She quickly set herself off trotting to the room as to not get yelled at by the staff for leaking such a mess. The moment she entered, she had her hips give their own slight bump against the door to draw it to a close and gazed along the nude centauress that had joined her. "If I had bravery to spare I think I'd be using it a lot more often." She told, The Princess not speaking too highly of her own abilities as she started to run her fingers into the hem of her noble dress. She near lifted them, but gave a weary look upon her face just before she went along with it. "Oh and... I was no liar when I said I was gifted. Just don't... Don't be frightened or anything." Duchess warned, her dress soon peeling free of her body to be hoisted above her in the single piece that it was fashioned out of. Her body was left nude so quickly, the mass of equine cock hanging underneath her throbbing in desire, only the force of gravity keeping it from standing straight as a spear, heavy globs of pre seeping out of the broad crown of that rod without hesitation for each load was gifted out of a twin set of cum factories hugging to the base of the imposing cock with a twitching activity about them that promised that very moment they were boiling with equine virility on an over productive scale.

[20:04] Corina Brune looked at Princess with curiosity at first, but as she warned the older centauress, that curiosity turned into a big interest that she didn't even attemp to hide, moving slightly closer to Duchess to see the reveal better. Her eyes shot open as the dress was lifted, displaying the massive meat spear that hung proudly from Duchess' hips, and the twin furry orbs that she could almost hear churning a thick, potent load of royal cum. "Ooooh, my, honey... How can you be so shy with something like that?" Corina had always been proud of her size, much bigger than most centaurs she had met... but she was completely dwarfed, by more than half a foot, by that young girl's, barely out of puberty. True, Corina's shaft was much thicker, but... she was probably more than twice Duchess' age. Once she was old enough... There would be simply nobody able to compete. The mere sight of that marvelous cock, along with the scent that intensified as soon as the dress stopped dimming it, was enough to get Corina fully aroused. Her shaft hung as proudly as it could when compared to the younger one, thick and musky, the flat head throbbing as it leaked more and more precum, joining Duchess in staining the floor... except Corina played with advantage, since it wasn't only her pre leaking on the floor. Behind her, her lips were full of blood, engorged and puffy enough to feel like pillowy heaven for any princess brave enough to fuck Corina, and her nectar was flowing freely down her legs, making a small puddle in a matter of seconds. Even her balls twitched and throbbed, ready to make a huge mess in a moment's notice. "Well, we know why you're short now, dear... Your body knows what was really important! Have you had many chances to use that womb ram?" She giggled, her face flustered and her eyes moving from Duchess's face to her cock. "Well, deary, you're the one giving the orders today. What do you want me to do?"

[20:22] Princess Duchess was set about beaming as her cock was praised, hat blushing show of embarrassment spreading along her now bare chest as now her passions had swayed from one of nervousness to one of a humbleness that was being proven wrong after so many years of not being challenged. "Well it is pretty big." She began, her hands settling themselves up to her cheeks. The noble rod indulged in the attention its thickness producing a thick cum vein bulging along its side to the rhythm of Duchess's powerful heartbeat, each pulsation offering another virile glob to decorate the floor in princess genes that were spilled almost carelessly, there was many more loads to give after all. The princess allowed herself a moment of staring up at her new found admirer, trotting herself around the tanned being until she had come to the sway of her tail. There she stopped and scooped the horse-like tail free of her loins, her own body feeling the rutting desires of a heated stud as the bare scent of a feminine wetness and those heavy centauress testis were presented before her face. Her thumbs pressed themselves into the confines of the equine pussy, two handfuls of her hind taken into The Princess's hands as she parted it wide in a half appraisal of its tightness. She was a curious little centaur after all, she hadn't been around many nude holes in her time. "I've not used it often." She admitted, her cheeks puffing out in a slight fuss. "Mother is far too prudent to try and let me work out any kind of urges in the castle, and even then the few times I find a servant willing to help she's busy bursting into my room to stop it... I think she can smell rut better than anyone." Duchess allowed a firm pat of the wet tunnel, giving a light tug to the tail. "But I need to breed until I stop aching so furiously, you..." She paused a moment, a new wave of embarrassment filling her cheeks over the fact she was too short to rut her Corina standing. "You need to lay down. I'm going to mount you."

[20:34] Corina Brune followed Duchess with her eyes as the young noble moved behind her, leaving a trail of virile cum behind her, making the dark skinned girl wonder how amazing it would feel to have gallons of it pumped inside of her. The delightful thought made her knees tremble slightly, and her mare hole twitched, barely able to resist the need to be rutted. Her balls, as if moved by a competitive spirt, started working overtime, feeling tingly as they produced more seed than Corina thought she would be able to hold. They almost strained, slightly painfully, itching to release a thick stream of wasted potent seed on the ground. Corina had usually been a top during her travels, most women in humanoid towns willing to try horse cock happily, and more than a few little girls in those towns had darker skin than one would expect, and, in some cases, equine features. But for that very reason, it only excited Corina even more as she thought about her cum being wasted on the floor for once, her fertile womb being flooded by this young girl's thick, hot seed... It was enough for a bigger rope of precum to spurt from her tip, as she panted. But it only got worse as Duchess' fingers slid right in her pussy, opening to see her dark pink insides twitching. At first, Corina didn't look too tight. Sure, it would be still a snug fit for someone as gifted as the princess, but those drenched, pink insides showed evidence of some use. Then, as if trying to regain their honour, and with an amazing muscle control, Corina's wet canal started contracting in rhytmic, milking motions, steaming from the pure heat and wetness, and begging for a cock. "That's... mmh... that's terrible, honey! You should tell her that she's not allowed to tell you when and who you can rut." She let out a giggle, followed by another pant. "Ma-maybe she's jealous! Maybe she sees your huge breeding rod and wants to be skewered by it herself!" She teased, while obeying the girl's orders. Her knees bent and her body pressed against the ground, her fat nuts and cock pressed softly between her athletic equine half and the floor, still drooling heavy amounts of pre. "Better like this, dearie? I'm waiting..."

[20:56] Princess Duchess let out a slight laugh under her breath at the suggestion, a hand reaching up to her lips to stifle the amusement. "Mother? Jealous of others fucking her daughter? You must really be heated to think such things." She told, her front hooves kicking themselves up to mount against the girl's back as she lay before The Princess. She drew her rod forward, its tip pressing against the plushness of that mare entry with a slight prodding, the wetness taking on a new sheen of thick white as Duchess smeared her pre against the parted lips like she wanted the scent of her studly genes dripping from that hole before she gave a sudden thrust. The fat flare of her Heir Maker came spearing into the pink tightness, its mass seeming to throb in elation of feeling the wet caress of the fertile tunnel squeeze upon its length. The Princess was so indulgent in the way she claimed inch after inch of the mare's carnal milker, a groan escaping her form before she had locked her hips against Corina's own. The Womb Ram was living up to its title, reaching deep enough to feel the wall of her mate's cervix kissing against the flare that ground against her womb's entry. It felt like heaven to be so deep into another equine again that Duchess took such little time before demanding thrusts began to rock themselves through her hind legs, the heavy sounds of bodies slapping together sounding around them ass the imposing shaft railed into Corina's depths like it were whispering sweet promises of foals to her rutting instincts through the scent of heat wafting up around them, the deep rooted Noble Breeder marking every wall of that tightness with as much steaming pre as that pampered sack could pump out.

[21:12] Corina Brune didn't respond to Princess for now... far more important things were going on, much more important than any discussion about how Duchess should breed her mother. The light weight of the teenager made Corina smile, but then she tensed her body, ready for what was about to happen. Or so she thought. The thick rod rubbing her overly aroused, incredibly excited lower lips was enough to make Corina let out a perverted moan, her ears twitching as her tail started hitting the princess' belly as it wagged. "Come on, rut meeeEEH!" Her encouraging turned into a shriek of pure bliss as her needy cavern was suddenly stretched to fit that oversized royal scepter, every inch of leathery cock skin dragging along her soft, wet folds, that twisted, shifted and pulsated to adapt to the little centauress' cunt skewer. Even before it reached the dark skinned babe's womb, she already felt her first mindshattering climax arriving. Her cunt started contracting erratically, orgasming just from the sheer potency and virility of the cock that had arrived to claim it as its own, as befitting of a noble girl. Under her body, Corina's cock started shooting a constant stream of seed that would last minutes, staining her lower body and making a puddle huge enough for Duchess to see, liters and liters of cum wasted on the floor, the lesser cock accepting Duchess dominance as soon as she went inside Corina while the centauress tensed her whole body, her fist clenched, and let out a shriek of pleasure. Only as it finally settled inside her, the huge, flat crown kissing Corina's womb, as if signing a nonverbal breeding contract, did her walls start doing their milking motions, norrmalizing their contractions to squeeze her cock from base to tip. Corina had recovered from her climax quite quickly, and her half open eyes showed that she was more than eager to continue. Her wet insides continued dripping their juices, as if trying to make the princess' rutting easier, all the better for her to shoot her heirs inside Corina's more than willing, incredibly fertile womb, wanting nothing more than to become he girl's first broodmare of what, unknown to both of them, would be many, many more. Every drop of pre inside her was a promise, and thoughts of being pregnant with Duchess' fillies roamed her mind as she leaned into Duchess and started moving her hips back.

[21:32] Princess Duchess cast her eyes down to the puddle of cream growing against the floor, the equine scent of rutted mare filling the backroom as Duchess's own head felt cloudy with the dense smell of mixed sexes marking each other in lusty juices. The Princess's testis settled themselves upon Corina's own, the emptying set feeling the plump twins above them still brewing an army of potent swimmers against them in a promise that their noble genes were going to be shot right where they deserved to be. The Brood Maker of a shaft drew itself back, the suckling depths that they filled so hastily feeling the whole of its thickness pulling free until the flare of her head stopped the tugging dead in its tracks. Like a signal had been sprung in the little centaur, her hips sent themselves jack hammering into the fertile hole, a demanding conquer of the wet walls being strained against the womb spearing mass that had enough pre seeping from its tip that she was sure she could have been sowed by that white primer alone had The princess not been so determined to cure that needy ache beating through her rut crazed form. The outline of the tanned equine's womb took a fresh beating as Duchess's cock ground against its gates enough to stimulate that cervical ring in a prying bulge to send welling loads of steaming pre dripping right into the sanctity of her filly chamber. Duchess leaned her more human half against Corina's own, her hands reaching underneath her arms to place her hands against the plush mounds that decorated her chest. Her fingers squeezed two handfuls of the tanned breasts, catching the girl's nipples between the small digits to grope them like new territory ready to swell into a motherly bosom to feed the new noble young being stirred into her womb by the fat tip of that mare conqueror.

[21:49] Corina Brune 's own mind was having trouble keeping any thought that wasn't being claimed by the conquering princess, to bear successors to her bloodline that, hopefully, would have the tools to spread Duchess' genes for generations to come. Little did she know that Duchess wouldn't need heirs to spread her powerful, dominant genetics all over the world. Corina's testes weren't even close to emptying, but it was a sure thing that she would be shooting blanks much, much earlier than the Royal Mare Flooders. The pair of heavy, bloated balls seemed to deflate slightly under the weight of the larger, heavier, and fuller testes, Corina's whole body accepting Duchess' control and claim over her with happy abandon, eager to be turned into her personal cum bank. Her stretched brood maker sheathe adapted fairly quickly to Duchess' brutal ramming, embracing the rough treatment and milking her even faster and harder with its contractions, starved for the superior genes that were dumped right inside what was soon to become the princess' personal filly oven. Her cervix, deep enough inside her that nobody had ever reached it in Corina's dilated sexual life, was being rammed for the first time, and it was loving every second of it, eagerly spreading and forcing the tip of Duchess' heir cannon to delve inside Corina's most sacred place, her eggs so close and so fertile. If they had been sentient, they would have cheered with every shot of that thick precum, knowing that soon enough they would be claimed by the most virile swimmers the world would ever see. As her cervix turned forever into Duchess' personal cockring, Corina felt a pair of little hands starting to tug on her perky breasts. The two mounds were small, a bit more than a handful for the young girlstallion, but it was a matter of time until those were bloated bags of milk bigger than the centauress' head, ready to feed the veritable army of huge dicked, green eyed fillies that Duchess would bless Corina with, no doubt. Corina's own hands grasped Duchess', moving them to show her how to tease her most sensitive places, how to correctly touch her nipples and areola to add even more pleasure to the already bliss-drowned mind of the older woman. Her eyes had rolled up, and her mouth was wide open, pants, moans, and screams coming from it, with enough loudness to show everybody in the loud tavern what an amazing, hard rutting she was getting.

[22:13] Princess Duchess pressed her fingers along the guided path, the perked tips of Corina's breasts being taking into the tender squeeze of The Little Princess. Duchess had allowed her form, so saturated in blush and heated redness to lock itself against the soon to be broodmare with an intensity that had the spearing ram of her cock beating against the womb with a ferocity that acted more like a siege upon her eggs rather than the embrace of a gentile sowing. It wasn't until the flare of her shaft had near formed a seal against the foal holder that her hips gave a new feat of effort running through her trembling flanks. The equine strength sinking against the fertile hole had a new reward offered to the noble, the broad mare tamer taking but one mighty thrust into its new sleeve before the fertile chamber was rammed into with a demanding punch of force, the cervical ring of Corina's womb stretching around the sowing end of Duchess's shaft to fit the length as deep as its rut driven form could go, the back wall of The Princess's gene dump being stamped against as if she wanted the outline of the mare's hot tunnel reshaped to the arc of her Noble Meat. The touching sacks were given a sudden jostle as Duchess's balls twitched against the smaller pair, the only warning the centauress was allowed before the bulging cum vein flexed in all its might to deliver a steaming rope of tar-thick equine cream shooting right into the walls of that taken womb, whatever space it had managed to keep empty around the shaft that filled it soon claimed all the same by a flood of hot genetics powering their way through her system at a rate that stood unmatched by any other that dared stand against it. Billions upon billions of fertile swimmers spilled from her cock's crown, the sea of egg seeking tadpoles bathing her eggs with noble DNA enough that soon streams of seed were spewing their way out of their connection, the cum factories hugging tight to her base as they were bathed in the backsplash of overfilled pussy, the scent of kingdom sowing stud filling the room around them the second that powerful scent bared itself to the air, as if the smell itself were enough to impregnate the weak willed had they tasted the taint such powerful seed cast into the meager walls.

[22:33] Corina Brune thought she couldn't scream any harder. She was wrong. She thought she couldn't cum again so quickly after her earlier orgasm. She was wrong. She thought she couldn't cum harder, for sure. She was, again, wrong. She thought that Duchess' fertilizing wave wouldn't be plentiful enough to make her stomach strain, and, once again, she was proven wrong. As soon as Duchess' urethra started filling Corina with her genes, with a speed, a pressure, and a quantity that made her think her eggs would drown, her all natural princess onahole clamped around her broodmare maker, trying to keep every single drop of powerful royal seed inside her, trying to really drown her ovaries with that virile princess juice. Her fertile eggs, unused to such overwhelming conquest, were defeated in a matter of seconds, letting the invading army claim them as they saw fit, and blessing Corina with twins before Duchess' climax was ever done. Meanwhile, Corina's own climax was going harder than she remembered ever cumming, either topping, bottoming, or even both at the same time. Her inferior testicles, that should have kept enough ammunition to last a few more orgasm, started shooting in a thick, hot stream every single one of their swimmers, as if Corina's body knew how better Duchess' were, and was trying to get rid of the obvious losers as fast as possible. Duchess no doubt still full and ready to keep cumming for hours own royal orbs could feel Corina emptying herself completely, her balls becoming even smaller (Still pretty large, but tiny in comparison) as the puddle of her wasted, exiled seed drenched her aching, throbbing cock and the whole floor of the small room. Once Duchess' own unborn fillies realized they had already conquered Corina's womb, probably forever, they continued bloating her until they were forced to leave the warmth of their new toy, coming out in spurts and dripping on the floor. Duchess' potent seed mixed with Corina's cum, and, even though it was a much, much smaller quantity, the scent of Duchess' musk completely drowned the smell of Corina's sperm, only her mare scent lingering in the air. If anybody had been able to see the swimmers, in fact, they would have seen how even tiny platoons of Duchess' army overwhelmed and killed the huge, huge legion of her broodmare's own little soldiers, proving that Duchess seed would beat any other if somebody tried to breed her rightful claims. Corina panted, leaning against Duchess, unable to say anything coherent, but her hip thrusts obviously begged her to continue.

[22:57] Princess Duchess let her head press against the mare's back, her panting calling out around them through the indulgent feeling of those sets of testis emptying themselves as fast as they could manage. It was only a matter of time before Duchess's orgasm ebbed to its last moments and the bloated sack that had sowed a fresh set of taurs into her new sleeve were only content for a moment before they started to throb once more, as if the temporary half emptiness were only a taste of relief that refused to grace The Princess's loins. The over productive orbs were already working on replacing the lost genes as she began her furious rutting once more, the creamed hole being treated to another round of whole rod dipping thrusts, the flared tip acting half as a scoop against the stuffed entry that had loads of white thickness falling free of their connection to drape themselves over the spent pair of nuts that decorated Corina's body like the powerful scent of her genes were determined to sear itself into her leathery flesh. A pleasured sound of moaning called up from the soon to be queen as the feeling of shyness that had ran through her system seemed all to behind her, second to the feeling of the wringing tightness clamping upon her shaft so eagerly. She didn't fear the whole tavern hearing them with every hip to hip collision that had a bone shaking power quivering through every fleshy slap that rocked their bodies. The Lusty Noble let a grin cross her features as a hand wrung itself against the mare's tail, giving it a sudden tug to keep it yanked upwards in allowing access to that bred hind. Duchess hoisted herself back, the cum slathered figure of her cock slowly pulling itself free of the impregnated sleeve with a sudden pop that left it to throb eagerly in the air, its stiffness having not seemed to wilt since they met. In a ramming slam of flared rod against the tightness of Corina's backdoor, Duchess had her hind legs strained in digging lines against the wooden floor and her front pair hugging about her mare's equine half as the cock tasted its first ass in the demanding shove that had her breeding rod sinking crown deep into Corina's hind, The Runt intent on making that set of holes her own to fill as she pleased.

[23:15] Corina Brune noticed the growing weight of Duchess' balls, realizing with a mixture of surprise and pure happiness that her incredibly productive Heir Makers were already replacing the seed spent on turning Corina's womb into the temporary home of two soon to be princesses. her own balls, in comparison, would take a couple hours to fill up again... which, with the huge libido Duchess clearly showed, was very likely to happen during their rutting, only for her seed to be thrown out of her body again, replaced by superior genes. She wanted to lean closer to the potent girl that seemed to have lost all of her shyness, replacing it with the will to make Corina lose her mind. However, she was unable, as the little noble was sliding out of her slit, moving her body again, her hooves drawing lines on the seed that covered the floor, a mixture of Corina's defeated cum, and Duchess' powerful swimmers. If someone were to scoop a bit of semen from the floor, and use it to breed a mare, they'd find that, even in the white, hot seed of Corina, Duchess' army had taken their rightful place, and little princess would have been born. The sheer virility of her seed would be enough to breed any creature under the sun... and she would get to do that, in due time. But for now, the soon to be queen was tugging on Corina's wild, unkempt tail, forcing her rear to keep lifted for her... as if the centauress wantedx anything more than to keep being used as Duchess' personal cocksleeve. The wonderful scepter leaving her tight princess daycare was received with a bittersweet twitch, the puffy lips sad to be unable to keep milking their rightful owner, but satisfied with the set of heirs she would bear for her. Corina let out a needy moan, feeling empty, but luckily that didn't last too long: Soon enough, her thick, puffy, donut like rear was forced to open wide, because the womb ram wanted to expand its horizons, and become also a Royal Ass Gaper. Corina leaned into the sudden, stretching penetration, letting out another moan loud enough to drown the sound of their hips slapping, another hole becoming Duchess' forever as Corina's intestines strained to push out the sudden invader, only managing to massage it almost lovingly as Corina felt more pleasure than she had ever gotten out of anal sex.