Consumed

Request: Male on male, centaur on human vore, cock, anal or oral, fatal, none fatal any of them is fine

tw: vore, human sacrifice

You fantasized about them so much and so often that it was almost like your second nature. You thought about them at every awaken hour and at the end of the day you are so worked up that you can only ride your monster dildo until you fell into a messy puddle of your own come. So when they choose you to be the next sacrifice to the centaur people, you were elated. It was considered a great honor between your people to be consumed by them. But above all, you had a deep desire to be with them, to become one with the centaurs that you worshiped for so long.

The day they came to take you with them, you dress in your best clothes, surrounded by your family and friends, some of them crying, some of them looking as proud as ever. But nobody says a word when one of them grabs you by the waist and hauls you to mount him. They ride along the coast until you arrive at the temple. It’s such a beauty that you feel tears blurring your eyes. But that’s not all that surprises you, what takes your breath away completely is the magnificent centaur waiting in front of the big doors.

He’s the definition of tall, dark and handsome. His black mane blowing in the wind as you stare, open mouth and teary eyes. He’s magnificent.

And you are going to be consumed by him.

They talk in a language you don’t understand, but they leave you two alone and you know what that means. He strips you slowly, caressing your body like if you are a fine piece of art. He kisses and nibs, tells you all the pretty words you didn’t know you needed. Fills you with affirmations and caresses, and compels your body into submission, no by force, but by tenderness.

He works you open with care and patience, you cry out and ask him to go faster, to take you. But he just chuckles at your eagerness and pats your hair, softly kissing your neck as he works another finger inside of you. He gets to almost a whole fist inside of you the first time you orgasm, clenching around him so hard you hear his rapid intake of breath and his tiny moan behind you. He tells you how good you are, how good you are doing, and you melt into a puddle of contentment and joy.

He manhandles you into position, his giant cock against your stretched hole, and starts pushing slowly. Your monster toy doesn’t get even closer to him. The feel of him inside of you mixes pain and pleasure until your throat is sore because of the screaming and he’s built a rhythm that makes your teeth clatter as he groans behind you. Your whole body is at his mercy as he uses you like his personal fleshlight. It’s intoxicating.

It lasts for hours. His fucking and your orgasms mixing in a continuous state of pleasure. Your brain is foggy by the time you feel his teeth on your neck and the pressure of skin tearing. He fucks you harder and he takes you in every way possible. Your hole filled and your body being taken away. Being consumed by him, completely and utterly, gives you the biggest pleasure you ever felt. With each pull he takes from you, you are transported into another height, into another dimension of joy.

When your time finally comes, the last thing you notice is how he holds your body against his front, both arms holding you thigh as your light disappears and your last energy is spent into a soft smile.