“I’m sorry,” Lillian said, not taking her eyes off his member, “I want to… but I don’t think we can physically…”
“I think you’re right,” Anchius said with a chuckle.
Another thought struck her. “Well… we can’t do that, but I can do something,” she got up on tip toe and kissed him once more. Before he could say another word she knelt and slipped down beneath him. The massive cock was even more intimidating up this close, but she wrapped her hands around it. Two hands were just enough to encircle the entire thing.
Not entirely sure of how to proceed she began stroking his cock, each move stretching the skin up and down about a foot or so. She got a close up view of it as she rubbed. It was far different than anything she’d seen before. She’d known a few men in her day. True, public displays and talk stuck to a strict adherence to virgin brides but she’d had a few dalliances, all the young men and women in the noble houses had. This one was nothing like the cocks she’d seen. But then it wouldn’t be, right? It was basically a horse’s cock… but she couldn’t make herself think of it that way. She saw the man, Anchius. The vision of him protecting her from the wolf played before her eyes, and she knew that she could never see him as a beast again.
The centaur’s cock was a dark, shiny brown along most of its length and then the last half foot or so changed to a bright pink with a jagged and uneven line of demarcation between the two. The head of the cock was a strangely shaped, almost like an upside down mushroom. As she rubbed she saw the head flare and grow to almost twice its normal size before shrinking down once again.
She put her lips to an edge of the flared head and gave it a tentative lick. Anchius groaned somewhere above her and the head grew once more. She sucked on the engorged head, trying to pull more of it into her mouth, but she couldn’t fit more than half of it. Instead she ran her tongue along the inside of the flared head, brushing against the very prominent opening in the center. Anchius’s cock flexed at this and the head was pulled from her lips with a popping noise.
Lillian pulled his cock back down and set at it more confidently this time, giving the head a teasing nibble and jerking harder. She could feel the massive veins in the cock pulsing as she licked and nibbled it. And then her eyes drifted further along the cock and fell upon the largest testicles she’d ever seen up close in her life. They hung there, veined and shifting slightly as Anchius stood above her. She switched positions and jerked him in the other direction. This put her close enough to bring her lips to them. She heard Anchius make entirely new noises at this. At first she was gentle, putting her lips to them as if they were fragile, but she could feel the insistence in Anchius’s cock, not to mention the way his hips bucked slightly.
She grew more confident and licked and kissed with more enthusiasm, sending Anchius’s cries louder. Next she sucked one of the massive testicles into her mouth, it barely fit and she was careful not to let her teeth press against it. She wiggled her tongue against it crazily and pulled back slightly, stretching his scrotum. His cock jerked hard in her grasp and she hastily switched around again. It was so hard and flexed now that she could barely pull it back down to her mouth, she had to sit up higher and compromise. Her hands gripped and stroked with all the strength she had, and she wrapped her mouth over the bottom half of the head, struggling to stimulate as much of the engorged, flared head as she could.
“Yes, yes!” cried Anchius.
She felt his cock start spasming and she held on for all she was worth to keep it from getting away. More cum than she’d ever seen in her life sprayed into her mouth. There was so much and it was shot with such great force that it jetted back out around her lips and all over her clothes, but she didn’t care about that now. She kept at it until the cum finally stopped flowing, teasing and licking out every last drop the centaur had to give. Finally his cock began to soften and she watched in amazement as it vanished, reeling back close to his body.
She emerged, smelling musky and covered in the fruits of their passion.
“That,” Anchius breathed, “was… well I can tell you that no centaur has had that done to him before.”
“No?” Lillian asked in mild surprise. The men she’d known before had certainly expected it.
“As you said before, it is something we are… physically incapable of doing,” Anchius said.
“Oh! Yes, I could see how that’d be a problem. Well then perhaps I did better than I thought, a proper thank you,” she smiled at him.