She giggled. "Me either, Boral." She said, and then rubbed his powerfully corded neck with both hands. "I would rather we walk back to town." She said. "If it's all the same to you." A smile and a single finger pointing at the ground caused him to set her gently on the grassy roadside as he hunkered down right in front of her. His head was now only about two feet too high for her. She reached up and he obligingly leaned down. Taking his large head in both hands, she kissed him again, teasing forth his tongue and again sucking it down her long throat. He groaned as he felt immense pleasure within her mouth. This time, when she released his tongue, it was her that was gasping for air. Still panting, she hugged his ribcage then started walking around to his flank.
Tiny fingers explored the massive muscle bundles of his forelegs and he moaned in pleasure as she rubbed and soothed them with long, slow motions. The same procedure was practiced upon his equine ribcage, her fingers flowing over the serrated muscle ridges. The cooling sweat that covered his entire body, she would have thought, should make him smell like a horse. He smelled much more like a normal man, who had just run two miles. She nuzzled into his flank, kissing his ribs and rubbing her cheek on the stiff, short fur.
Then she explored farther down his flank, her fingers ran over the softer lower abdomen then onto his powerfully muscled rump. Again, she stopped to massage his tensed running muscles. As she rubbed and ministered to his tensions, he rolled toward her a little with a groan of pleasure, presenting more of his back to her. "Your touch is very soothing, littlefoot." He said.
"You are a pleasure to touch, proudmane." Hanna said. "You are magnificent."
Around his rump she slowly moved. Her fingers slipped through the long strands of his flowing tail. The silky smooth hairs glided over her skin like they were oiled. Once she reached the other side of his flanks, she began the process in reverse, starting by massaging his rump's massive muscles that drove his powerful hind legs. He was still somewhat on one side and she was now regarding his exposed belly.
Her brown eyes cast downward and she smiled upon seeing his massive cock lying half flaccid on his belly, almost a foot of it protruding from the thick, furry sheath. It was, as she had been warned, almost the length of her arm and considerably thicker at the head and most of the lower shaft.
"Please, lady, ignore that." He said, an embarrassed tone to his voice. He had turned to see why she had suddenly frozen solid, which she did not realize she had done. "We centaurs have no way of covering that particular item of our anatomy well." Then he grinned sheepishly. "And it seems to often have a mind all its own."
She completed her circuit of massaging and stood before him again. "Grant not apologies for something so grand and beautiful." She said. "It is quite lovely to behold, and it shows how well I am doing in helping you.
"I will happily tell you that, smallfoot." The centaur said. "You tend me very well, indeed." She felt him grab her around her slim waist with his massive hands and he kissed her again, feeding her his long, thick tongue without her prompting this time.
She swallowed down the probing organ without hesitation, happily suckling upon the softness that filled and stretched her throat. A longer measure slid forth as he forced more of his tongue out of his mouth. With another swallow, she took that added length and moaned as she felt it deep in her neck. Finally relaxing her throat and breaking the seal of her suction on the tongue, she allowed him to retract it, as it cleared her lips, she gasped for air again.
"Where did you learn that trick, Hanna?" Boral asked, panting a little himself. "I have never before felt its like. It is a marvelous sensation.
"Just something I know how to do." She said, shrugging and pretending innocence. She was not sure that he believed her, but he said nothing.
She felt his hands moving down her sides, over her hips, then onto her softly curved thighs then down her legs to the hem of her dress. Her whole body tingled as his large hands made skin-to-skin contact on her ankles, then started moving upward again, pushing the cloth of her dress up with them. She slid her fingertips along the powerful arms of the centaur, feeling their soft flesh and the sheen of sweat he had earned from the intensely fast run. He reached her hips again, and found her ungarmented under her dress. One hand ventured over her hip and traced a line at the joint of body and thigh, finding the soft patch of fur at the line's ending, then went downward. Moisture greeted his fingertips, then the slightly firm, but silken-coated nub of her clitoris. A gasp escaped her parted lips as the fingertip rubbed her clit gently, and she was forced to grab his muscular arms for support. He moved one finger back, over the delicate folds of her innermost place, then pressed upward gently. The thick finger parted the labia and slipped inside her well-moistened hole. She gripped his arms tighter as the finger went deeply into her.
Halflings are not large creatures, and his finger was, by far, larger than most halfling males' tackle. She felt her insides stretch gently to accommodate the thick digit and moaned as it plumbed her deeply. His other fingers slipped over the outer folds of her entrance, and his palm rubbed her mound and clitoris gently. His skin was so smooth and soft, and warm. He looked down into her pretty face, seeing her twitch slightly as she opened for him, moving her legs apart.
Another finger joined the first, slipping gently into her, slowly and patiently. She groaned and her eyes fluttered open. "Only that." She gasped. "More and you will cause me pain." She smiled at him warmly. The finger fully joined its partner, and pressed into her. "Your hands are so soft, proudmane." She touched his fascinated face, running her small fingers over his smooth cheeks. He had never before even imagined trying to pleasure a small creature like a halfling, and was entranced that not only could he, but that she showed just as strong a reaction as larger females in the taking of that pleasure. Non-centaur females would never be looked at the same by Boral again.
"I regret, smallfoot," He said, smiling at her obvious enjoyment, "that I cannot take you fully." Her hands moved over his face, then back to his mane again, stroking his soft hair.
She smiled contentedly. "I don't mind one bit, Boral." She said, and pulled him to her for another kiss. As she suckled on his tongue, drawing it forth then back, she groaned in pleasure as his hand lifted her from the ground, bearing all her weight on her pelvis. He stood, holding her thus, then pressed her to his chest with his other hand against her back. He withdrew his long, thick fingers from her with an audible sucking sound and moved that hand around to her tiny waist. She panted and felt suddenly very empty inside with the absence of the two oversized fingers.
Slipping his long tongue from her mouth and throat, he started placing kisses down her neck, then suddenly lifted her high above his head, and tilted his head back as if to look at the stars. She giggled as he lowered her over his face and brought her groin down above his mouth. His tongue snaked out and, crossing the tiny gulf between them, slipped it into her. She gasped at its thickness and softness. Deep into her it plumbed, exploring her inner cavities. Her mouth sagged open, and she shuddered through her entire body. He lowered her down until her entrance rested on his open mouth, and his tongue burrowed itself deeper into her. His lip, heretofore normal and human appearing, suddenly formed itself oddly, and wrapped itself about her tiny clitoris, showing incredible agility. She trembled again as the curled lip gently massaged her little button. The long sinuous tongue slid in and out, fully leaving her then driving to its full depth in a heartbeat. She held her hands around his and started rotating her hips over him. He held his head rock steady, and his hands were as strong and unyielding as a tree's limbs. She squealed in delight as her climax overtook her, wailing to the stars overhead. Boral continued feeding tongue to her tight opening for several more moments, until she stopped quivering, and the sound of her breath died down to a more normal level. The sensation of his tongue being squeezed by her contracting vaginal muscles was interesting. He lifted her up and pulled his head out from beneath her dress. He brought her to him again, and kissed her gently. She clung to his head and kissed him in return, giggling and cooing.
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