CHAPTER 1035: CHAPTER 158 - SEX WITH A CENTAUR (4)

I started pounding Kali even harder, turning her already sopping, messy pussy into a dripping, slick ruin—each stroke dragging more of that warm, salty slickness out from between her thighs until the whole place was a leaking, wet disaster. The sound of skin on skin, the wet slap and the tiny squelches, filled the air and matched the rhythm of my heart pounding against my ribs.

Her vaginal walls felt like they were trying to swallow me whole. They clamped and tugged with a greedy, almost possessive pressure that made my hips feel like they were being held in place by invisible hands. Every time I pulled back and shoved forward again, it was like breaking through a tender, resisting membrane—sweet pain and pleasure braided together. The sensation of fucking her was so intense it kept robbing me of air and my knees threatened to go weak from how much it hit me, not just physically but all the way into the head.

"It’s like your pussy is made for my cock. It’s perfect how it swallows all of me..." I muttered, the sentence tumbling out before I could stop it. Saying it aloud only made the moment more visceral and my own words tasted like the dirty truth of what was happening. Saying it weakened me in a good way—like admitting how much this wrecked me made the feeling more honest and more raw.

The pleasure wasn’t a single current traveling up from my base—it flooded me. It climbed my spine, wrapped around my skull, and set the inside of my head buzzing. My brain felt soft at the edges, as if the sensation was melting away focus and leaving only the pounding, breathy now. My cock took the blunt of it—every nerve ending in my shaft pulsed and sang, trembling with each sudden clamp of her cunt.

"Nghh, ahhh...! Ahh, ah, ahhhngh, ahh...!" Kali’s moans were rough and ragged, the kind of sound that said she was drowning in it and loving the flood. Her whole body pitched and rocked under my hands and I kept one hand on each side of her ribs, gripping her with the kind of steady force that both anchored me and fed the rhythm. She moved against me—little bucking twists of hips—feeding back that desperate energy.

Her vaginal walls kept both giving and fighting, yielding just enough for me to sink deeper and then clamping so hard it made the impact sting deliciously. Every time I drove forward and hit the sweet, distant knock of her cervix, a hot jolt ran up through my pelvis and into my chest. I ground my teeth against it, willing myself to hold on. This was the kind of sex that demanded surrender, and I was fighting not to gift it all too fast. If I let go, I’d blow apart and that would be too soon and too messy. So I held myself like a dam.

"Hnngh, ahhh... ah, ah, ahhhh...! Ah, ah, ahhh...!" she cried, voice ragged and fragile at the edges. The wetness and warmth and that relentless grip were starting to pull me into a dizzy loop with my limbs trembling with the effort of staying standing. The combination of slick heat and tight muscle wrapped around me felt like being both soothed and strangled at once. It made my breath hitch, my vision narrow, everything zoning down to the simple, brutal business of fucking.

My arms and legs began to quiver from the pressure of it all. The trembling wasn’t just physical—my whole nervous system felt overloaded. Lightheadedness tickled the back of my eyes and the world behind the moment blurred. Kali’s moans pressed on me from the front, her body’s convulsions pressing back, matching my strokes until it felt like we were a single shaking organism.

"Nnn...! Ahhhngh, ahhh...! Ahhh, ah, ahhh...! Ah, ahhh...!" she breathed, and by now the two of us were close to that edge where the body simply stops negotiating and agrees to explode. It wasn’t far off and it was like electricity crawled along my spine, building to the inevitable.

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed—an animal sound that tore into the air as her body bucked violently under me. Her orgasm hit like a physical shove with her hips clamping hard, her pussy pulsing in tight, hot waves that dragged at my cock. Everything inside me tightened and in that moment, I gave in.

I shot my semen deep into her, feeling it pulse into her cunt. There was this obscene, intimate warmth to the way her insides drank me down—each spurt sliding hot and thick into her and filling her to the brim. Her arms clawed at the rough bark of the tree behind her, gripping and digging in as if steadying herself against the force of sensation. Her eyes rolled up, showing whites as the pleasure blurred the edges of her vision.

When I finally pulled my cock out, it leaked—semen trailing and glistening as it oozed down from her pussy, leaving a pale, sticky ribbon. I breathed out a long, heavy sigh, shockingly content. Even with the winter air nipping at exposed skin, the warmth spreading through me from what we’d just done felt like a small sun. It warmed my chest and soothed the chill right out of my bones. For a moment, there was nothing else but that glow and it was a pure, stupid, satisfying heat.

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Lionel’s POV

Leon and Kali were having sex.

Leon really doesn’t differentiate. If it’s a woman, even a centaur, there’s nothing he won’t fuck. He’d fuck the hell out of them all, and that thought made something like pride swell in me. That kid—how far could he go? The way he charmed my daughter, the way he’d wrapped elves and other races around his finger... it all suggested he wasn’t going to stay an ordinary man for long.

He was climbing toward a height not even I had touched.

Not that I’m jealous—okay, maybe a little. But I’m an old man with too many regrets to waste on envy. I’d missed out on things when I was young—women from different races, wild nights I never had—and now I felt that pang of "what if." Still, watching him pull off what I couldn’t made me proud in a different, sharper way.

"You seem happy, Lionel," Reilhahand said, breaking into my thoughts.

"Yes," I answered. "To think we’re here, now, wondering if Leon is fucking your daughter—who would have guessed two old rivals would be standing together like this?"

It was strange. The centaurs and beastkins had long been enemies. Yet here I was, shoulder to shoulder with a rival, looking out as if all that history had thinned to something we could ignore. Leon had a way of making the impossible feel normal.

"That man with you, Leon," Reilhahand said quietly. "He seems to be the one."

"The one?"

"The prophecy," he said, like that explained everything. "The prophecy—older than any memory—about one person who would bind the world together, who would gather all the races, even those at each other’s throats, and make them live in a kind of uneasy peace. The idea seemed wild, but when you look at what Leon’s been doing—how he moves, who he influences—you start to think maybe it’s not so crazy. Maybe he fits the bill. Don’t you think?"

I let the question hang between us, watching the horizon. The idea that one man could do this—uniting elves, dryads, beast tribes, centaurs—felt almost ridiculous. And yet watching him now, making things happen that used to be impossible, it didn’t feel quite so far-fetched.