A gigantic, demonic centaur is here! She grins down at your sudden arrival and gestures at the mammoth dong between her thighs as she taunts, "You are not prepared.”
Not prepared to take that beast perhaps, but certainly prepared to take this over-grown abomination down!

Standing tall and proud, she’s every bit a centaur - horse body, hooves, fur, and everything, but she's also massive in proportion - about nine feet tall and equally well endowed.  Heaving, jiggly E-cups jut proudly from her chest, unrestrained and bare to the world, thick nipples capping them like majestic, sexual crowns.  Under her belly, a thick equine cock slaps wetly against her fur with every step, heavy balls dangling behind.  A solid black horn juts from her forehead, a testament to the demonic corruption flowing through this monstrous woman's veins.  Still, without the horn, you'd never have guessed she was a demon.  Her gleaming fire-orange hair and pale, freckled skin look like something you would see on an innocent maid, not a bestial altar of corrupted decadence.

Turning about, the demonic centauress lifts her tail to reveal the slimy, lubricated lips of her puffy, black horse-cunt.  She arches her human body back to lie on her back, an incredible show of flexibility, allowing you to view the silhouette of her jutting nipples. Her tail lazily fans her corruption-enhanced pheromones in your direction. The air temperature seems to spike by a few degrees as the fan of biological lust washes over you. Fragrant female moisture seems to seep into your very pores, and in spite of your desire to win out,blood rushes to your loins.

The centaur grabs her heavy tits and casually squeezes the prodding, hard nipples that cap them. A trickle of rose moisture trickles out, dripping down the underside of her bust to glisten wetly in the light. Spellbound for the moment, you look on in wonder at the display of demonic lactations. A faint sweetness lingers in the air, and you lick your lips without meaning to. Then, she squeezes down to spray a torrent of pink-tinged breastmilk directly at you, splitting into so many forks of fluid that you have no hope to dodge.

The centauress closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them. Her eyes have gone completely, solidly black. She's chanting low, though you see her dick bobbing beneath her in time with the mysterious utterances, leaking pre-cum. 
You've got to stop her!"

Shuddering, the demoness stumbles over her words, and a flash of ruby light envelops her form! A low, lurid moan escapes the crimson-fogged outline, echoing with lust beyond measure as its owner's spell backfires on her. Ropes of pre as thick as most men's cum-shots splatter into the grass and cobble while the herm's balls seem to double in size. Even then, the heavy male orbs shine dully, absolutely soaked with dripping mare-lube.


Sighing, the demoness gives you a lustful glare and idly stomps at the ground with a hoof. “Stop turning-unf-on you... you stupid... sexy...ungh, DAMNIT!" she protests, her rigid cock, slapping her belly while streamers of lady-jizz drip down the gleaming orbs that fill her black-skinned ballsack. The centaur paws at her tits with unrepentant lust, tugging her large, hard nipples mercilessly while her hind legs stutter around, probably only moving in order to grind the thick, female lips together that much harder."The corruption-fouled, fair-skinned creature coos breathily, 
"Now you've got to watch me cum, Champion.”

Hundreds of pounds of monstrous, equine bulk shift and contort, her body violently clenching with bliss as her cock flares, rigid beneath her belly. She moans and dribbles pink milk from her hard nipples as her pussy explodes, releasing a torrent of slimy lady-spunk that splashes in the grass between her hooves, flooding the air with her scent. A second later, her fully-dilated cockhead trembles, the moist cum-slit opening wide. A surge of white bursts from that narrow hole, spattering over the cobbles in a messy tide, flooding the air with salty jizz-smell. Quaking, her cum-inflated nuts slowly shrink with each spray of spunk until they're barely the size of large apples.

Flushing, the demoness whimpers, 
"...don't think I can do that again, but I don't think you'll be able to turn me on like that twice!

With a heavy 'thud', the demonic red-head slumps onto her side in the grass.  Her tail flails fitfully as she tries to rise, as she tries to stretch for her pulsating, cum-dripping member, but it's a futile gesture. She doesn't have the power to face you on her own terms anymore, and she watches you with a lustful glare once she realizes she's utterly spent.

Hungry green eyes look up questioningly.
"Are you going to do this?  Are you going to fuck me... breed me?”
After her cock-teasing, she's sitting right there with two very large, alluring sexes presented to you.  

You shrug out of your armour as you close with the defeated beast-woman. Looking at her like this, she almost seems more animal than woman.  Her hundreds of pounds of muscular equine flesh twist and contort as you approach, shifting her bulk to allow you unimpeded access to either of her trembling, moist genitals. Glancing up to her pale, freckled face, you trap her green eyes with your own and say,

"We do this my way."

Reduced a whimpering mare, the demon-taur can do naught but eagerly nod and lift her tail at the sight of your encroaching erection.

Each cock is a hard, throbbing mess by the time you're aligned behind her, so close to her drooling gash that the waves hot, slippery heat rolling off it make each cock glisten, shining dully in the light. It feels so good that it makes your head swim, and you haven't even pushed inside that black-lipped vice yet! Almost of their own volition, your hips surge forward to bury your cock into the demon's channel, a gush of fresh fluids splattering out to soak your loins as the unholy warmth shrouds your member in bliss.

Your unholy companion's human-half sighs into a relaxed stupor, moaning happily at the forceful plowing of her folds. Slapping wetly against hers, your balls ring in an increasing torrent of fleshy slaps.
She props herself up on the crook of her arm and lifts a breast to her mouth, hungry for her own aphrodisiac milk. You can't help but smile at the surge of tension and heat it brings to her steamy sex. Even more amusing, her enormous cock starts bouncing up against her belly, flinging long ropes of liquid pre everywhere in the demon's throes of passion. Still, she hasn't come, not yet.

Slapping at her quivering hindquarters, you begin to truly ride your captive mare, mounting her over and over, your cock slipping and squishing through the plush, juice-drooling gash.  The black lips of her pouty pussy are drenched in a veritable ocean of estrus, soaked in liquid arousal that's already forming into a slick puddle beneath her bulk. Her snatch moulds perfectly to your hips with every mighty thrust and warms your loins with own bestial fervor. Your head in swimming from the sensations and scents, and you know you can't hold back in such circumstances for long.

As your inhibitions slowly come unglued and moans begin to slide from your mouth with the same ease your dick finds below, a wicked idea comes to your mind. This demon seems to have incredibly potent female pheromones - they've already gotten you jumping to empty your balls inside her.  However, she also has a very prominent and very erect maleness of her own, one that matches her female half perfectly.

You reluctantly withdraw yourself from the hot horse-hole, thick drizzles of lube hanging in wet webs that cling to your flesh as they snap, one by one. Perfect - you smell like a mare in heat from the navel down. Ignoring the plaintive, needy moans, you stalk around her clydesdale-sized bulk to view her human half.  

As soon as she sees you, her green eyes widen and she gasps loudly, nipple popping free of her mouth as she inhales deeply in surprise.  Her pupils dilate in seconds, and her nose begins twitching, the button bouncing as her nostrils widen to inhale more of her own fuck-scent.

Glancing back, you can see a puddle of white forming beneath her flaring cock-tip. Her pre is coming out so thick that it's become indistinguishable from cum at this point. Her hind legs begin to twitch and buck, clawing at the air in a frenzy but only managing to drag her spunk-splorting prick back and forth through her own puddled spunk.

Her fair, freckled cheeks go so red that her freckles are actually lighter than the skin around them. You compliment her for being such a good mare and make sure to remind her that she's no stud. Her dick flexes tightly at your words, flooding with so much blood that its skin shines from being stretched taut. Her cockhead has flared to twice the thickness of its shaft, and her balls are literally bouncing up and down in her taut sack. Thick waves of horse-cum are pouring out of her distended cum-slit with alarming frequency, and for a few feet behind her, the grasses are soaked in a clear, feminine shine. Your conquest is gasping for air, but the corners of her mouth are upturned in a dopey, air-headed smile.

You embrace her, rubbing your face along the side of a pale, freckled breast as you're moved into position. A thick nipple, almost as wide as your finger, pushes at your lips, smelling faintly of sugary sweetness and sex all blended together.  When you gratefully accept it, the nearly inch-long teat is firmly inserted. As soon as it's seated in your maw, the hard milk-nozzle immediately begins to leak its tasty treat - a sweet fluid that seems to fizz on your tongue and light your mouth up with pleasure. You savor the taste as long as you can, but pleasure-inducing juice soon has your cheeks bulging.  You gulp it down reluctantly, if only to make room for more.

Your eyes open wide when the delicious demon-milk hits your stomach. It fills your core with such warmth that you think you might melt, at least until the heat begins to diffuse outward, bringing with it a tingling sensitivity that makes the tit in your mouth taste that much better. You draw deeply on the rosy, pink nipple, sucking down even more 'milk' with every passing second, if only to kindle even more of that pleasant sensation.  The hands release you, but you stay firmly attached to your teat.  You need more.

That burgeoning heat that's soothing away your worries builds hotter and higher with every swallow, but it isn't until the lactation slows to a trickle that you notice something else - the warmth is gathering in your groin. Each cock is so hard, so throbbingly turgid, and dribbling so much pre-cum that feel it'll start to run down your legs any second now.

You're moved to the other side, with a fresh, juicy nipple for you to nuzzle. You do so without thought, effortlessly clasping your lips in a tight seal around the heavenly nub and suckling, even as you rest your cheek against the pale, freckled skin of the melon-sized tit. The fluid begins to flow almost effortlessly, flooding out in response to the slightest hint of suction from your hungry mouth. Bubbling, almost boiling over, your lust mounts to higher and higher levels, your loins seeming to simmer with molten desire to breed.With your hands and body freed, you unabashedly dive down in an instant to get at your needy hardness. You drink and squeeze, swallow and stroke.  Over and over, you give in to the hedonistic desires your dual-endowed lover's milk instills in you. 

She shifts until her equine half is directly above you, dripping strands of thick, female cum onto your face while her hard cock rains its pre-jizz over each cock in a show of supreme dominance.  Still, you try to rise - perhaps due to foolish pride, desire, or just sheer instinct. The centaur drops down before you get a few inches up, smashing her cunny into your face and bearing you to the ground. Her weight is immense, and though some is kept on her forelegs and little spread to the haunches on either side of your face, you still get buried nose-deep in sloppy, black-lipped snatch.

Thick balls settle over your neck, and you can feel the shaft of her gigantic horse-dong stretching across your chest towards your waist, pulsing fitfully. With her heavy, furred body in the way, you can't get to your own loins. Hell, you can barely breathe, and what little breath you do suck in is so filled with pheromones that your balls feel fit to burst and manhood feels swollen to bursting! Realizing the only way out will be with your tongue, you open wide and uncoil your inhuman length to spear and lap at her entrance. She whinnies in delight, grinding her clydesdale-sized bulk back and forth on your face as you start to get into her eating her out.

Moisture drizzles down your cheeks as her already-swollen vulva gets fatter with need. Her fluids seem to be coming faster and faster, and you have to swallow some of them just to keep from drowning. Surprisingly, it has a remarkably mild, palatable flavor. If anything, she tastes slightly sweet, which isn't quite what you would have expected from her potent scent alone. As turned on as you are, it doesn't take long for you to forget your dire straight and focus on tending to the inhuman woman's needs, licking, slurping, and sucking at her clit with gusto. She's soon trembling and gushing across your face, matting your hair with a final, explosive burst of fem-spunk.

At last, your moist, feminine prison is removed.  Rather than lifted, it's simply dragged south.  One cock nearly catches on her fleshy sack, but it bounces up and over, stroking you with the smooth, sweaty skin as it asses south. The motion is made all the more awkward by the sight of the centaur's hind legs trying to assist her locomotion, but soon enough she's just on your legs, the heat of her gash steaming each cock with drizzles of fem-lube. The demoness looks over her shoulder, pale cheeks stained pink with her body's lust as she asks, 
“Are you man enough to mount me?”

That gets you to sit up quick. You stretch forward and aim your cock into her slobbering twat. Her fur twists between your fingers as you drag yourself up and in, pulling your torso up onto her back and with such desperation that you nestle deeper inside her, your legs partially escaping their weighty imprisonment. It's an agonizing position to be in, but you will NOT be denied access to the slick caresses of her gushing slit.

The pressure on your lower body vanishes, your feet raking through the grass before clearing it entirely. The demon-taur stood up, taking you with her!  You stretch your hands forward for a better grip, securing yourself just in time for her to give a little buck, bouncing you out and in with inertia alone.  Shuddering, you nearly lose your grip as pleasure wracks your body.  Your cock is getting exactly what it wants, but you're having to work damned hard to maintain your position. 

“You truly are a worthy mate.”

Her balls jiggle against your legs as if to emphasize her point.  You whine but wordlessly cling tight. Her pussy is divine, and your drooling, dribbling dick won't give it up without a fight!  You throb inside her passage, the muscular tunnel rippling and squeezing with every movement she makes.

Looking back, the demon gives you a knowing smile, while her horn seems to drink the very light around her. Abruptly, she begins to trot down the path towards an archway. You hang on, fucking her to the rhythm of her movements. you cling tight as you're given a rampant, dick-squeezingly tight tour of the demons' headquarters. This sends a spike of pleasure to your balls, the upwelling of desire burning with wet heat that seems to dwarf the roaring furnace that is the demon's thighs.

You continue to thrust during journey to the stables, located in some seemingly forgotten part of the fortress.  You quiver with need and explode in passion, moaning as your cock spends its lust into the oozing horse-pussy. Shuddering in bliss, you cum over and over, spunking up the equine cunt happily. Locked in cunt and finally allowed orgasm after an endlessly long tease, you feel as if you're atop an orgasmic wave, riding the spooge all the way into shore. The hot vice around your dick quivers and squirts thanks to your donation.

The centauress backs you into a wall, putting you down, still joined to you by webs of sexual fluid that gradually snap.  she kisses you hard, her ruby lips burning hot against yours for the briefest moment. It's at this moment that you realize your dick is still rock-solid and ready to go again.  

You can see lines of hooves waiting their turn from under the wood frame. An albino woman with ivory horns clops in next.  She pivots, and you're given your first glimpse of your second 'wife'. You've got a lot of demons to inseminate.

As the years roll by, you see lots of pussy, and with magical experimentation, eventually, one of your children comes out as something other than an imp. The first proper demon infant. You can only marvel at your amazing virility as you seed the birth of a new species, knocking up every demon with a cunt in a month-long orgy. Your jism fuels the ascendency of an entire race, forever dooming Mareth.