14 comments/ 34065 views/ 39 favorites Star Chosen By: Chezny Two centaur women hauled Junus away as he thrashed, his arms and legs beating against their bodies. Bare-chested and fairly pretty, he'd been a fool and fallen for their request to "Speak about a danger to their village." He'd been crossing the nation of Vouna to return home after the great war, and he couldn't pass by the centaur as they pleaded with him. He was a hero, after all. With little effort they'd taken his ax; the women were as mighty as trolls. No longer strong and demanding, his voice had gone hoarse from constant screams for help. Calls for "anyone" or "Simon" or "Zeus, help," produced no savior. His heart raced, shooting blood and adrenalin though his exhausted body, pushing him into an allover body convulsion. They'd entered a centaur village deep within the Vouna Forest. A large crowd of centaur men and women, as well as humans, watched his abduction with interest. "Help me!" he called out. The observers looked to each other and laughed, or talked together with waving hands and eager nods. All of them seemed pleased. The fillies dragged him into a large, wooden building near the east end of the village. There, with little ado, they stripped him of his clothes. His jeans slipped right off his legs like cheap traitors as one woman held his arms and the other worked on the clothing. "Why are you doing this?" They didn't say anything to him, but babbled on in the centaur language that sounded like Greek mixed with whinnies, neighs, and snorts. His focus on its nuances, though, died a thorough death as they tore off his smalls. Soon, he stood bare assed, trying vainly to cover up his bits as the women stood back and admired him. He felt hot and cold all over. Maybe he was delirious, in some fever dream. That was it. He was still on the battlefield. In the healer's tent right now. And the healers were all rushing around him, brown robes fluttering in their haste to heal him of his madness. That had to be it. One of the centaurs licked her lips and smirked. They weren't even the same species! In a flurry of activity, the two women, joined in by a third, began scrubbing him down with rough bar soap that smelled of leather and wild herbs. They giggled as they ran their hands over every inch of him, leaving nothing untouched. As if from the bites of fire ants, Junus's face prickled as they washed his cock and ass. Due to the angle his arms were forced in, his shoulders ached. He'd almost stopped struggling, too exhausted, too locked in an unreal state of panic. "You are very lucky to be chosen," said the prettiest centaur women in thick English. "You are sexually pure?" Junus's skin felt on fire. "Ah, of course not. I'm very experienced." Maybe they'd kick him to the curb if they thought he'd fucked his way across Paralia. He was a soldier, after all. "I've had half the whores in Petra City." Then, without any hint or warning, something pressed against his anus. "Gah!" He squirmed away from the intrusion. The women giggled again, smiling and nodding like they'd just learned their first jumping trick. "Oh yes!" said another of the women. "Very pure. This is fortuitous." Junus tried to struggle again, but his muscles had gone numb. A heaviness flooded his body. His head flopped to the side. The newest centaur held him upright as the others strapped some apparatus onto his groin. "Stop!" Did he even speak? The word bounced around in his head. His leg twitched, his heart pounded violently against his sternum. Soon, thick straps of leather separated his cock from his balls, while a slim object punctured his hole. The straps held together with a network of buckles, twisting and turning around his groin. It resembled, in some twisted, masochistic way, an old fashioned chastity belt. They carried him to a bed of straw covered by a linen sheet and set his unresponsive body onto it. Without another care, the women returned to the washing area and began to clean up. After a few minutes, Junus could twitch a finger, then roll his head. When partial control returned to his arms, he lunged for the leather straps; he pulled on the leather, fumbled with the buckles, struggled in every way with the apparatus, but all his efforts did was pull tight his dick and almost cut off his bollocks. He's pull on one strap and it would tighten another. He couldn't figure out the trick. The three women stopped their work and watched him. He couldn't remove the thing up his ass either, the harness so tight it gave him no slack to pull it out. "What is this?" He stood naked, trying to hide his bruised equipment that hung limp around the leather straps. "It is your ipposkin. Your harness to prepare you for your final claiming in three months." "What the fuck are you talking about?" He could run, maybe dart out the door and hide under the building, crawl into some small place the centaurs couldn't get to. Or climb a tree? Maybe find some horses and ride one out of there? Everyone would see him, though, naked and trussed up like a sperm cow. "We must go now. You can walk?" the pretty centaur asked, blinking her slanted eyes at him. With blossoming hatred, he glared at her. She smiled warmly, and the original two descended upon him, wrapped him up in a thin, silver robe, and dragged him outside into the bright light of day. A parade seemed to be in progress as a long, double line of centaurs—all colors and sizes: bays, roans, appaloosas, huge percheron—trotted by, prancing with various articles of adornment such as necklaces or headdresses, though most were as bare as the women who'd manhandled him. His escorts, one on either side, led him up onto a stage where he shifted on his bare feet, silver robe wrapped tight around his body. The village of kidnappers all looked up at him. He had no idea why they'd taken him, no hope for an ally. Trapped, and this time, alone. Zeus, he wished Simon and Teris were with him. He wished he hadn't fallen for the pretty centaur's and their plea to his pride. He wished he had slept his way across Petra City. He wished..... The lines of the parade split; one went right and the other went left around his stage, circling him. At the rear of the progression a centaur woman trotted through the crowd, and the mass of humans and centaurs raised their voices in a welcoming cheer. Her features were typical for a centaur, slightly elongated nose and chin, pointed ears. She had full, brown hair that trailed down her human back to the shoulders of her horse body. Her breasts were firm and modest, and a circle of ivy rested on her head. Her almond shaped eyes were the most brilliant purple he'd ever seen. And they looked right at Junus. She pawed the earth with her hoof and addressed the waiting crowd, who'd quieted with the simple lifting of her hand. "Welcome, my people." She spoke in thick English. "I am pleased you have come out to witness the claiming of my Engitis. As you know, it's been many years since the star-watchers had discovered ..." He stared over at the one of the centaurs on the stage with him. "What is an Engitis?" He expected no answer. She smiled at him, dipping her head. "It means consort, or chosen one." Junus suddenly had a very bad feeling about this. The speech ended and the important woman turned towards Junus and casually walked over to him on the low stage. "You are Junus of Paralia?" Junus felt himself nod. "This is my first meeting of you. I am honored." Joy etched itself across her features; her purple eyes crinkled at the edges. "I have waited for you." "Please, just let me go," he said, hopeful. She laughed, a deep noise that rumbled through both of her chests. "Oh no. Now that I've found you, I will never let you go." Junus gulped. "But, you are free to roam the village and its outskirts." Junus's heart sank. They'd taken his weapons and his clothing and he had no idea where he was. "What do you want with me?" The woman smiled again. Her lips were berry red. "Well, my Engitis, you will bear my child, the heir to the Ellnikos Centaur nation." ~~~ The shock didn't quite settle for another two days, where Junus huddled in a fair sized centaur shack near the center of the village. The walls had been painted a gray-white and the roof reached high above his head. Within the shack was a small sleeping pallet large enough for a centaur body, a human sized table and a bucket of water, and that was it. The centaurs were not a race to clutter up their space with needless things like chairs, cutlery, and draperies. When Junus finally pulled himself out of his self-imposed daze, he realized a few things. First, even though he ate very little, he didn't once need to defecate over the last two days. Second, why in the world did a female centaur need him, a human male, to bear his child? It certainly didn't even fall next to the realm of remotely, physically possible. Far side of the moon from possible. He drank a little from the bucket—the water cool and refreshing—then washed his face with an edge of his silver cloak dipped into the water. He examined the harness trapping his cock and balls—he still couldn't remove it—and walked the length of his hut a few times to the awkward feel of the plug shifting within his channel. It was invasive and unnatural and it forced him to take short steps. He cracked the door open, and a young centaur male bowed to him. He was bronze of skin, with the same dark hair most of the centaurs had. "Good afternoon, Junus-mon. I am Parchon. Would you like some food?" "Are you my guard?" Junus said from the safety of his hut. The young centaur shook his mane of hair. "I am here as your aide. Please, inform to me if you need anything." "I need to go home. Back to the human world." Parchon snorted. "Not possible. You are the Engitis. The stars have spoken." Junus burst through the door. "We'll just see about that." He began to run, but the butt plug wriggled inside him, so he settled for a quick walk, still disconcerting but livable. Each stride set a twitch, almost like some creature struggled to free itself from his body. The centaur followed him at a trot; others stopped whatever they were doing to watch. About a five minute walk beyond the edge of the village, through century old trees and sparse undergrowth, Junus hit an invisible barrier. He lifted his foot to proceed, and it dropped right back down. He turned right, then jumped to his left to pass this invisible line, but instead landed right back down at where he started. The plug pushed briefly deeper inside of him. His cock twitched. "Oh my God." What was his body doing to him? "You cannot pass here, Junus-mon," said Parchon. "The way is blocked. Shall we return to the village? Eat a little?" Junus dropped to the ground, the angle thrusting the shallow plug within him, and almost cried as his cock filled. ~~~ Hours later, the sun dipped below the tops of the trees and settled the world into a thick darkness. Though his robe generally kept him warm, a chill settled over his practically bare body. Parchon stood nearby, one hoof tilted to rest. Having abandoned his pleas for Junus to return to the village, he remained a silent sentinel. He'd been staring off into the forbidden distance, beyond the barrier of the magical barrier corralling him in the village. Twice he swore someone was walking through the forest towards him, to save him, but it must have been a trick of the light. Nobody came for him. He couldn't get out. He needed his ax. He'd chop this barrier down if he'd had his ax, the one that felled countless Veromia warriors. Maybe he could play nice—they said he had three months until he would be 'claimed'—and find his weapon in that amount of time. No other option appeared to him on this lonesome night. He rose, feeling the hateful thing twist inside of him, and slowly walked back to his hut. ~~~ A knock on the wooden plank door woke him from a half-doze. "Junus-mon. It is time for the refitting. The princess wishes to refit you herself." Junus opened the door and saw the same centaur woman who'd chained him with his leather harness a few days ago. "What are you talking about?" he said, exiting the building with his silver robe cocooning him. She'd originally taken his biting ax. Maybe she knew where it was. "Your stent must be replaced." Though he thought she spoke English, he still didn't understand the word. But, by deduction, he figured it must have to do with the torture device they'd strapped to his equipment. Play along and get them to trust him, or fight for his dignity and pride. Sure, he could play along... if it meant escaping. He followed the woman to another hut near the large building where he'd been taken, stripped and washed his first day here. She held the door opened for him, did a kind of curtsy with her forelegs, and waited. Junus tentatively stepped inside. The door closed behind him. Casting shallow shadows, a lamp burned warm within the small space, illuminating a waist high table and the princess with purple eyes lying in some straw. When she saw him a smile blossomed on her face. "My Junus, you have come." She held her arms out as if Junus would run across the room and throw himself into them. He didn't. Her face fell a little and she dropped her arms to her sides. "I am pleased you are here," she said in a more subdued voice. "Princess," Junus began, unable to keep the desperation from his voice, "I know that you seem to think I'm some fated mate that will reproduce with you, but you see, that really makes so little sense. Maybe, you should find a centaur to mate with, and just... let me go." Through his entreaty, the princess' face fell little by little. "Please, call me Ilana," she began, her voice soft. She flicked her tail up along her rump and breathed a deep sigh. "Come closer. I promise, I will not nip." Junus stepped closer, clutching his robes in his fists as a shield against the flex of the plug, the look of longing in Ilana's eyes. "You see, being a princess of my people, I can only take those chosen by the stars as my Engitis. My mate. I cannot produce the next in the line with my own, even if I were to love another. I knew this the moment I was old enough to understand. Understood that I was different, separate from the others. You see, I am woman and I am man." She shifted her weight, and to his astonishment, Junus saw that she did indeed have the fleshy sheath that hid away a horse's penis. "I've always been separate, waiting for the one the stars had chosen for me. That is you, Junus. It is you, and only you, and the minute I saw you, you owned my heart." Junus hadn't quite gone beyond the fact that for some insane reason, this woman with a horse dick apparently expected Junus to bend over and take it up his ass. "You can't fit that up inside me!" he shouted. "Plus, I'm man, and we're not even the same species!" Didn't she understand natural processes? But reality fed his panic, because Junus understood a little of magic. Then she laughed, a relieved exhalation. "Oh, is that your worry?" He stared at her. How could she treat this like a minor hurdle in the grand scheme of things? "The stent you have now will continually be replaced with increasingly larger girths to prepare you for me." Junus almost choked. "Plus, there is a special salve that will allow my ease of entrance. This salve also allows the fertilization of our offspring and your ability to carry it within you." "Wha--?" She was serious. "You can't be serious." He had to make sure. "You are my chosen one. And it has been done this way for centuries. I will not hurt you." "But, why can't I fuck you. You're the woman." Not that this solved anything. "The consort must bear the next heir, not the royal. I would do this for you, don't you understand?" She hefted up her weight and climbed to her four legs. "I would do anything to alleviate your fears." "Then, let me go." Junus took a step back as the princess walked towards him. She stopped, not letting her eyes drop from his. The violet almost swam in the flickering light. "That is one thing I cannot do. We need an heir, and I am incomplete without you." Within her voice, the timbre of longing and need practically knocked him to the floor. "I can't..." His breath came in shallow hiccups, fear bubbled in his chest. "That's just... not right." How could they expect him to be fucked up the ass with a mega-sized cock and get knocked up with a centaur baby? He dragged his hand across his belly. "But, it won't fit." None of it. Nothing would fit. "Our shaman will watch the progress of the baby. Once we are certain it can live outside of your body, we will perform a ritual to remove it. You will not be harmed at all. You and the baby will both survive, as it has happened every generation." Trapped. Trapped in a nightmare, he couldn't see the way out. She reached out and took his hand, pulling him toward her. Gently, she pressed him to her body, his head rested at breast level, her skin soft to his cheek. "I won't hurt you. You must understand, I love you." His throat clogged. Breath fought to escape from his chest. Slowly, she pushed him away, and then trailed her fingers along his collar bones, slipping off his robe. He stood naked before her, as naked as she was, but he couldn't help but feel self-conscious. She looked him up and down. "You are a beautiful human." He could tell her eyes lingered on his cock, which felt terribly inadequate compared to her own. "Your penis is exquisite in the harness." A noise rumbled in her horse chest, almost like a purr. "I think I shall like it very much." A speckle of pink spread across her cheeks, and Junus felt a little less doomed. Then, she looked over at the table. "Please, Junus." She led him to stand facing it and slowly bent him over. The plug inched out slightly. He felt incredibly uncomfortable with his ass in the air and a woman leaning over him, brushing her fingers along the skin of his back, his butt, his thighs. The sensation sent a thrill through his body, and his cock nodded in approval. He silently condemned his cock to damnation. "Now, I will remove this stent and replace it with a wider girth," she said. Junus groaned in horror. "Do not worry. It will not hurt you." Junus lay there, feeling like a virgin sacrifice. He could feel the harness wiggle as she undid something. He wondered what exactly she'd done. "Why am I even wearing this thing?" "Well, the harness helps hold in the stent." "What about the ... other part of it." She cleared her throat. "Well, that is so you do not pleasure yourself while the three month process is underway." Junus looked over his shoulder at her. Her eyes lingered on his hole, then shifted up to his face. Her cheeks were pink again. "I can't jerk?" She shook her head. Oh hell. Twenty-years-old with something constantly moving in his ass, and he couldn't even jerk it? What the fuck? He dropped his head to the table as she pulled out the butt plug, a slow, gliding movement that sent a shiver up his spine. And then, it was gone. He felt oddly empty. But in the next moment something brushed along his crack. He looked again, and he watched her hand, feeling the press of her forefinger into his backside. He grunted. "Oh, did I hurt you." She looked guilty, flushed. In her other hand he saw a small oblong object, not even the size of a finger. He shook his head, not being able to find his voice. "Good," she said, then returned her attention to his ass. He couldn't watch as he felt the slim object, though wider than the one he'd previously had inserted, slide into him. It was slow, and slick, and much gentler than the first intrusion. In no time, the straps were reapplied and he lay there like a dead fish, plug up his ass with a centaur princess eyeing him like a ripe apple ready to bite into. Star Chosen "Can I go now?" he asked, humiliated, small. Silence, then, "If you wish it." Junus stood, not even looking at the princess, clothed himself in his flimsy armor and left for his hut. Three days later, Ilana called for him again. ~~~ A month had passed and Junus had finally figured out a rolling gait that reduced the twisting of the ever increasing butt plug. Locked away under key and guard, his ax was in the shaman's hut and nobody but the shaman or Ilana had access to it. She refused to give it to him, afraid he'd leave her if she ever gained his weapon back. Damn straight. And nobody had come for him. Teris didn't ride in on a charger to dash him away. An army hadn't been sent charging through the forest. She'd called him again today, and he went to the stent hut on his own, no longer needing to be escorted everywhere. After three more escape attempts, he acknowledged there wasn't a normal way out. He had to get his ax, and that meant earning Ilana's trust. He knocked and then walked in, his robe tied closed with a length of rope. "Junus," she said, with obvious delight. "Good morning, Ilana," Junus said. He didn't hate her, in fact she was very nice. But caged here against his will, he couldn't quite get over that. "Would you like some barley tea?" Barley tea was atrocious, but it was that, a thick fermented drink, or water. "Yes, please." "How are you today?" She always asked such questions, and he always gave her empty answers. He could tell by the lift to her brows she wanted something more from him, something true. "Fine, and yourself?" He dropped the robe and sat gently on the floor. He'd sat on the table once a few weeks ago and felt the dig of the plug, and never sat on it again. He scanned the table for the new plug, but he didn't see anything. "Well, thank you. I would like to go for a run today." Her purple eyes pierced him. He nodded. "Sounds lovely, I hope you have a pleasant time." He sipped the tea; it bitterly fought its way down his throat. "I would like you to come with me." Ah, something new. Junus weighed the advantage of responding to the request or refusing. "You are much faster than I." She laughed, a light sound that lifted Junus's heavy heart. "Well, you can ride on me." "What? I thought that was an insult to centaurs." She brushed the thought away with a flip of her hand. "Not for you and I. You are my consort and it would honor me to run with you." It sounded fun, new, and what if he took her beyond the barrier and he had a chance to escape. Maybe he'd earned her trust enough already. "I would love to," he said, genuinely excited about something for once. "Then, let us go now." She got to her feet and slung a small sack over her shoulder. Junus grabbed his robe and tied it back on before the two left the hut. The villagers watched them walking down the central road of the village. Many of them nodded, a few smiled at them. Junus felt guilty, and then angry. Together, they strolled to a log. Ilana aligned her body along the dead tree. "You can mount here." Junus climbed up on the log, then swung his leg over the barrel of her chest and immediately saw the flaw in this plan. His robe was too constricting, so the front of it pulled open, showing his bared chest and groin to anyone wanting to steal a look. Worse, the spread of his legs pressed the finger-sized plug deeper into his channel. "Shall we?" she said, and before he could say a word, she jumped forward at a run. Junus gasped, slid, then grabbed around her to hold himself steady. His left hand landed on her breast and he quickly let go, only to lose his balance again. She reached behind herself to hold onto him, slowing down her pace. "Are you well? I'm sorry for starting so quickly. I've never had a rider before." She slowed to a jarring trot, each step pounding the plug into him. The movement caused him to constantly slide into Ilana, brushing his penis against the curve of her lower back. His body responded in ways he'd thought he'd trained it not to. As they left the village, and Ilana changed into a gentle canter, the constant rubbing caused a hellacious erection, full to bursting, but the harness prevented any release. Gripping her sides to force distance between their bodies, he pressed his forehead into her spine, trying to not concentrate on the sensations, but only bringing each twinge into brilliant life. He groaned, squeezing onto her flesh. "You are not well. You are sick." She stopped in a small valley with sunlight filtering in through the canopy. She twisted her torso around to look him over, and immediately saw the problem. "Oh! You are aroused." "Guh," Junus replied, and slid from her back, hitting the ground in a graceless lump. His balls hurt and every bit of him felt over sensitized. Part of him accused her of this deed; she had to know what would have happened. But another part sided with her innocence, having lived a fairly sheltered childhood herself. She lay down next to him and rolled him onto his back. His robe flopped open, revealing his flat belly, the sparse hair on his chest, and the engorged erection that stood straight out from the contraption strapped to his groin. "Does this hurt?" "Yes," Junus moaned, wanting to, no, needing to touch himself, but knowing it would do no good. "I need to come," he almost cried. Ilana bit her lip, then quickly unstrapped his ipposkin, releasing Junus's cock and balls and pulling out the plug in one swift moment. Instantaneous pain coursed through his erection. Frantically he reached out and grabbed himself, only to have his hand slapped away. He stared at Ilana, betrayed. "You cannot. I will do it for you." Junus groaned as the woman took his cock and inexpertly began to move her hand up and down along his length. As dry and fumbling as a wank behind the wood shed, he still came in three strokes, a torrent of come tearing from his body in the most painful orgasm he'd ever experienced. His balls housed scorching coals and his dick burned out the flames. He cried out as his body jerked. Ilana looked alarmed. "Oh my! Great stars, are you well? Junus? My Junus? What can I do?" Junus didn't answer, but simply lay sprawled like a dead man. She reached out and ran her fingers through the spunk that spattered all over his chest. His skin tingled at the touch. "Are you well?" Junus nodded, still gasping for air. "Yeah." His entire body hurt. "That was not fun." Ilana's eyes widened. "Sex is painful for you? You do not like it?" Junus quickly shook his head. "No, sex is fine." Or so he thought, jerking was anyway. "It's just... it's been a month. It was too long." Ilana seemed to ponder this, then nodded to herself. "Then, we should do this more often." Junus almost choked when she took his cock in her semen covered hand. Instantly he filled again. A cry burst from his throat as his body curled around his center, holding onto her arm as she tentatively began stroking. "Is this better?" she asked. Junus could only nod as an entirely different heat scorched his veins. "Look at me," she said, her voice heavy. He pried his eyes opened and looked up into her face. The pupils of her eyes almost swallowed the violet, her mouth was parted as she panted for her own breaths. Her breasts bobbed with each swing of her arm, which grew more and more frantic as she sped up to a sprint. And the he noticed something that should have disturbed him, but instead he only stared at it in awe. Her horse's cock had escaped from its sheath, a heavy instrument that rested against the ground, sliding against the downed grasses underneath her body. The thick glans of the head glistened with a clear liquid. "Oh, Junus," Ilana half moaned, half spoke. "Junus, please, come for me. Release for me." His skin felt raw, his prick tender, but his balls still held onto their load, almost refusing him release. "Fuck," he growled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Pain began to build again and there was no way he wanted to feel that agony again. Ilana leaned over his legs and brought her other hand to his ass. A finger tickled his loosened hole and spikes of pleasure coursed through him, surged like the eternal tide, over and over, tearing from him cries and come and bits of his soul. He fluttered opened his eyes and realized he had to have blacked out. Ilana wasn't around, and a crispy layer of dried semen covered his skin. He pushed himself to sitting; his entire body ached. He saw her lying down in the river, a lone island the river parted for. Naked, and not caring, he went to her. His cock flopped against his thighs, a feeling he hadn't experienced since the harness had been put on him. His asshole felt empty and lax. "Why are you sitting in the river?" he asked and then splashed some water over his front. The cold shocked a gasp from him. "Damn! Freezing!" He gingerly continued scrubbing his body clean. "I was aroused," she said. "The cold will relieve me of that burden." He shot her a glance. "Burden?" "I am not allowed to ejaculate until I claim you at the ceremony." "What? Not at all?" He had thought a month was torture. She had two more to go. Then he rewound that thought and examined it. There would be no claiming, he reminded himself. She would possibly never get to come. "Oh no. I've been through the readying ceremony and cannot find my pleasure until we are mated." She looked away, that pretty blush reaching all the way to the ends of her pointed ears. "I wanted you to touch me. I wanted you." Junus blinked. That sense of guilt bullied him again. "I enjoyed it when you touched me," he said. And then, as an afterthought, "Thank you." She smiled at him, that open, honest, beautiful smile. "I enjoyed it myself. The feel of your penis pulsing in my hand was like racing across the Elysian Fields. The scent of your release like ambrosia." She looked away, watched the water curl around her fingertips skating on the water's surface. Junus didn't know what to say to that. They sat in the water for a few more minutes, then Ilana rose and Junus could see her erection had gone and her penis had hidden away inside of her once again. Flashes of the length and girth of it tripped through his memory, and something low in his abdomen stirred. They walked back to the place where she'd wanked him twice and the little bag and his harness still rested. "We must adorn you again. I brought the next stent." With a sigh, Junus dropped to his hands and knees, ass up in the air. He waited and when nothing happened, he looked for Ilana over his shoulder. She stood, frozen, staring at this ass. Tensing, he worried that a great wound tore his hole into a gash, but then saw the red head of her cock poking from its sheath and knew what the problem was. Then, she was there, her hands pulling apart his ass cheeks, rubbing her greased fingers up and down his crack. Without his consent, he groaned and in no time at all his cock filled again. "Fucking hell," Junus mumbled as Ilana slipped in her first finger. They'd done this often and he'd begun to get reactions to her fingers up his ass, but nothing like this. Now that his cock was released, he couldn't seem to control himself. She slid her finger in slowly, methodically, circling it inside of him to coat him with whatever lubricant the centaurs used. He'd found out one aspect of the stent was to automatically remove feces from his body, so he never had to go while in the harness. He knew his body was empty as she explored his recesses. Another finger joined the first and he pressed his forehead into the soft soil, swallowing down any noises he might make. "You like this?" she asked, her voice breathy and he knew if he looked, he'd see those black eyes, the full length of her cock that both scared and thrilled him. He nodded against the ground and pressed back into her hand, just an inch, but it seemed to open a whole new world. She reached around him and grasped his cock in her hand as she thrust in another finger. Three now. They'd never done three, and she fucked him with sturdy thrusts even as she gave his cock a hole to punch through with the circle of her fingers. Forward into her hand, backward onto her fingers he fucked himself on her, panting and heaving and grinding his teeth because he felt so ready and wanted this so much. "Ilana," he cried out, pouring himself onto the forest floor, his hips spasming at the overpowering thrill of coming for a third time, the air cool on his body as hot breaths ghosted across the heated flesh of his ass. He collapsed, her fingers still inside of him. He had nothing left to give. She strapped the harness back onto his boneless form, inserting a plug he barely felt. Then, she got up and returned to sit in the river. ~~~ After he mounted her, she asked him to leave his robe open. "It will show everyone that you are accepting your position as my consort, and they will treat you accordingly." "So, by flashing my bound cock to everyone, they will begin to treat me like a slave?" He didn't mean it to come out so harshly, but deep down it was exactly how he felt. "Junus, you feel like a slave here, with me and my people?" "Ilana, isn't that what I am? Some kind of brood mare?" He felt silly arguing with her while he sat upon her back, his body still numb from her previous exploration of him. But the thicker, longer object imbedded within him was a constant reminder of his station and purpose. "I can see why you think that, Junus," she said, shocking him. "In a way, you are exactly right. But, please try to understand... the star-readers saw your coming, our bonding. Without you, we would perish. Without you, I would forever be alone. Please, just try. For me." She laughed bitterly, a sound he'd never heard from her before. "If nothing else, for sexual fulfillment." Junus stiffened. "It'd be more fulfilling if I had a choice." She didn't say anything more as she walked back to the village, and he didn't try to get her to talk. Entering the village, his robe was wrapped tightly around himself. ~~~ The following morning, Junus woke with a hard cock and swollen bollocks. He'd had dreams of his time by the river the previous day. In his dreams, though, Ilana kissed him, he tasted her skin. In his dream he touched her huge prick, causing it to dance under his fingertips. "Fuck me," he complained, barely touching his own aching flesh, only to cause more pain as it filled with blood trying to achieve a release he knew he could never achieve alone. He groaned, forcing himself to not touch himself, but the ache only deepened. "Junus-mon, are you alright?" Parchon asked from outside. Junus cursed his guardian centaur, swallowing down his cries of pain. Distantly, he heard the centaur gallop away, but his mind remained focused on the swollen pain of his erection. "Junus!" The door burst open, slamming against the far wall as Ilana pushed herself into the small hut. At the sight of her his pain lessened and he hoped, prayed she'd release him from his harness like she'd done yesterday. "Oh, my poor Junus," she said, leaning down towards him. He moved his hands away from his crotch, giving her full access to remove his bindings. "Do not touch him, Princess." Junus looked up as a centaur male filled the small space. He was older, his hair gray with a white beard braided with beads and feathers. The Shaman. One of the star readers. "He is not to find his own release." "But Sire, he needs release. I will help him, so it will not be brought about by his own hand." The old centaur looked at her while Junus held his breath, wishing him away with all of his magical power. "Has he touched you, Princess?" "No!" she denied as if he'd suggested she betrayed her people to the Titans. "I would not allow such a thing. But the scrolls say that I, his mate, am in command of pleasuring him prior to the final claiming." Final claiming. Junus thought of what that meant and groaned again. His stomach hurt, his balls felt ready to drop off and hide, they hurt so fucking bad. "He obviously found himself in this state due to his own self-gratification," said the Shaman. "I didn't!" Junus cried out. "It was a dream." He felt foolish admitting to something like this. At twenty years of age, he shouldn't have to confess such silly sins like they mattered to anyone but himself. But, if it shut up the old bastard and got him out of there, Junus would eagerly admit to dreaming of Ilana and her cock. Another surge of pain flicked through his prick at that thought. He wasn't helping at all. "Just... maybe take me to the river, then," he said, desperately. Anything. He'd do anything. "Sire, you will leave. I recognize your position as Shaman and your wisdom, but in this, in pleasing my consort, I know best." For a moment, Junus loved her. "Princess!" The centaur took a step back, mouth opened, eyes wide in disbelief. Junus didn't get it, she was the princess, didn't she trump everyone but the king or queen? "Now." Her voice was low, forged in that double chested rumble she performed when delighted, and, he realized, angry. The Shaman bowed, then backed out of the hut. Parchon nodded to them, and as he closed the door, their eyes caught, a promise in their brown depths. Junus was glad Parchon guarded his door. In an instant after the door clicked, Ilana was on him, pulling apart the harness with a deftness that he inwardly praised. "Thank you," he said. "Thank you." Once released and the blood and semen could flow naturally through his cock, the pain abated, but it still hurt. He didn't want to touch himself, too scared his skin would pop under the strain. "Should I touch you, like I did before?" she asked, looking from his face to his purple, engorged erection. It was huge, bigger than it'd ever been and he worried that he'd damaged himself somehow with a simple dream. "Ah... sure," he said breathlessly. "But, gently. It bloody well hurts." Softly, like she worried she might break him, the trailed her fingers over the top of his penis. Junus moaned, half pain, half arousal. "Is this okay?" she asked. Junus nodded and she continued her gentle caresses that almost drove him batshit. "Harder," he begged, then quickly added, "just a little." Part of him wanted to just grab himself and get it over with. His eyes squeezed shut; his hands gripped the linen sheet below him as she softly brushed along his length. Then, she pulled his cock up and when he opened his eyes to look, he saw her leaning down over him, and in the next instant she wrapped her lips around him and tentatively sucked. "Fuck!" he screamed as come and pain and pleasure and his mind burst out of him. He pumped into her mouth, spilling out of the edges and dripping all over himself. He could see her throat bob as she tried to swallow, but it was too much for her. A trickle of white slid down her chin, dribbled onto his thigh, and with three more sucks, he was coming again, a tired, painful feeling that felt more like pulling off a bandage than the pleasure it should be. She kept sucking and he whimpered, pushing her away. "Stop. Please... Stop. Too sensitive." She sat up and wiped at her face. Her eyes were black again, and he knew without looking at any other part of her body that she wanted him. Fucking hell if his cock didn't like that idea. "Oh, Zeus." Junus flopped back onto the bed. "This is going to be the death of me." "Are you well now, Junus?" she asked, her voice a double rumble. Guess she used it when horny, too. He pushed himself up to sitting, looked from his spent cock to her. "I'm sorry about this. I... I can't help what I dream." He ran his fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, almost ashamed of his lack of control. Star Chosen "What was it you dreamed of?" she asked. Beet red, Junus told her. "You." Her eyes widened, and a soft smile played across her lips. "I too dream of you, Junus." She replaced his ipposkin and after she stood to leave he could see the evidence of her arousal. Her cock hung low, reaching her knees. "I must go, though. I will see you again at the stent hut in two days?" Junus nodded and felt lonely once she'd left. ~~~ Later that afternoon, cock in its typical half-hard state, he left his hut to wander through the village. Parchon asked if he wished for him to escort Junus, and Junus said he'd like to be alone. Still, the man followed at a discrete distance, ever his guardian. The centaurs and humans nodded at him as he passed. Most of the village consisted of homes, but there were also ceremonial buildings, a blacksmith's shop covered in soot, and a kind of grocer that provided a variety of foodstuffs. A deep well rested on the western edge of the village where he collected his water daily. The sun burned high in the sky, and birds sang in the spring morning defining their territory. For all intents and purposes, it was a perfect day. But Junus didn't feel perfect. With new purpose in his steps, Junus stomped to the Shaman's hut, his aggressive stride causing his harnessed dick to slap against his legs and the plug to sway back and forth. He'd grown so used to the double stimulation that he didn't harden any more than he already was. He banged on the door. "Junus-mon, please, do not disturb the shaman," Parchon said, loping up to Junus before he began his second barrage against the wood. Junus looked to his escort. "I need to talk to him." The door opened, and the old centaur looked down at Junus, at the rope tying closed his silver robe, then back up to his eyes. "Yes, Junus-mon of Paralia?" "So, if I can't touch myself, then give me something to stop arousal." He'd love to no longer be in this half-crazed state. "And same with Ilana, give her something too." He worried about the lady centaur. They were about the same age; did she feel the same way Junus did? "It is not allowed. Your body must be clean and pure." He snorted and flicked his tail. "Then leave off." Junus turned to go, but the Shaman grabbed his arm. "You must follow the ritual or an heir will not be sparked within you," he said almost frantically. "You don't get it, Shaman. I don't care about your heir. I have no investment in this ritual. If it weren't for this--" he tore his robe open and gestured at this tortured cock and testicles, "--chastity belt you've strapped me up in, I'd be wanking daily. I'd go and find some nice girl and fuck her into the sheets. Fuck every one of them! I've lived a pretty hard life, not once my own, and now I'm again fated to be fucked over. Literally. You won't get easy compliance from me. I like Ilana, and you boss her around, treating her like she's a common slag. Maybe you should step back and listen to your princess for once." He didn't know why he was pissed, but he was. For himself, this fucked up situation, and for Ilana, who'd become a kind of friend. "So, stay out of our business. If she's not supposed to be touched, I won't do anything. But if she can give me any relief from this torture you've put me under, then let her the fuck be." He turned around, the silver robe loose and flowing around him, and stalked back to his hut. He was naked to the world, wearing his shimmering mantle like a crown. Parchon trotted beside him, a silent companion. The air felt delicious against his skin. ~~~ He entered the stent hut and Ilana already waited for him. She saw his open robe and smiled brilliantly. "You wear your harness proudly. I am pleased." She reached out for him and he came toward her. "You are such a beautiful man, Junus." Junus looked away, suddenly feeling awkward, almost shy. "Thanks," he muttered. He slipped off his robe and went to her, kneeling beside her. "I want to do something different." Her eyebrows rose. "Does this have anything to do with your conversation with the shaman?" Junus shook his head. "No, I was just angry at him getting mad at you for saving me." "Saving you?" Her eyes were wide and she seemed completely unprepared for whatever it was she was feeling. "Yes," Junus said, then leaned forward and, like in his dream, he kissed her. It began as a press of lips, but kissing was something Junus'd actually had experience with, so he pushed it into something more the instant he felt her relax to his attack. He opened his mouth and swiped his tongue along her lips; her tongue darted out to meet his. She tasted strange to Junus, not like a human girl, but more earthly, like squash or mushrooms. He wrapped his arms around her neck and held on as he tangled his tongue with hers, tasting her, reeling from her hunger. Because he could feel it, could feel by the force of her kisses, by the dash of tongue, that Ilana wanted him in the most basic way and that knowledge fed his own carnal desire. "Let's go riding again today," he said breathlessly. He pressed his forehead to hers, holding onto her head as her arms held him tight around his waist. He was hard, and so was she. Part of him wanted her, wanted to touch her, to taste her in other places, but he said he wouldn't. It would have disgusted him to think about, let alone admit, only six weeks before. Only six more weeks of this, and if he didn't find a way to escape, he'd have her. Completely. "Hmm, Ilana," he moaned, entirely beyond his control now. He pressed his erection into her torso—on his knees they were almost the same height if she lay down. "You do these things to me, Junus. You make me feel things I've never felt before." She slipped her hands down his body and gripped the harness. The plug slipped deeper into him. "Oh, Zeus," he said. He'd never even considered that something up his ass would turn him on. Never in a hundred years. "Fucking hell." He wanted her. He wondered what it would feel like to fuck her, his cock in her pussy. Wondered if she'd be pleasured by it. How it would feel, that wet heat surround him. He rubbed his cock against her again and she tugged on the harness. "I want to come," he said. "Please, let me come." "You must be quiet," she said, pulling away from him and unstrapping the leather. "Do not let them hear you, or the Shaman would surely butt in." Junus nodded, tilted his hips so the plug slipped out easily. Then, as if she knew exactly what he needed, she filled his sudden emptiness with her own fingers. Two of them, deep and wriggling. He swallowed a moan and began rutting against her. "You must be quiet," she whispered directly into his ear. "And do not come until I tell you." He paused only briefly, but then nodded. If there was anything he'd grown use to, it was a tolerance to denying his own orgasm. Fingers dug into his hole; he could feel the palm of her hand against his ass cheek. He kissed her, laved her neck and face with his tongue, coating her, marking her with his scent. In and out the fingers pumped even as his hips rocked back and forth, a layer of slime coating her torso. "Junus," Ilana whispered as he bit along her collar bone. "Soon, you will have me inside of you." She inserted a third finger. "Me, my hardness, thrust inside, filling you like you've never been filled. Owning you. You will be swallowed by me, only me, forever." Junus groaned again. He could hear her voice vibrating from her chest. "I will fill you with my penis, and I will fill you with my semen, and I will fill you with my child and my love." Junus's cock burned. Burned. He wanted to say something, but she shook her head. "No sounds. They will come for you if you make a sound. They will take you away from me." He knew it didn't make sense, he could hear the squish of her fingers driving into him, he could hear her voice. He could hear the beating of his own heart, but nevertheless he followed her orders and said nothing. He had to come. His needed to. Panting, he looked into her eyes, her black, black eyes, and pleaded. Ilana twisted her hand and brushed up against something, and he tried to swallow his cry, but failed. His cock pulsed, but he pulled himself tight, held himself on the edge. He wanted to scream as she hit that spot again as she told him how she'd fuck him, how she'd fill him and own him and Junus couldn't help but want it. He knew he wanted it and then she said it. "Come for me, Junus." Silently he coated her with white proof of her power over him and he wondered, even as he drained himself dry, when exactly she'd gained it. She laid him down on the straw covered floor, his body limp, his ass burning. She ran her fingers through the semen on her chest, then more earnestly rubbed it into her body, over her breasts and abdomen, head dropped back in ecstasy. Junus trailed his hand across the floor and touched her leg. Her cock rested inches away. She looked at him, then at his hand and the proximity to that which was forbidden. "I want to," he said. "I want you to," she replied. "But if you do, I might come and that will ruin the ritual. And even if I do not, I will be in the same state you have been. Needy without release." Junus ran his hand along the course fur of her leg, inches away from that needy flesh. It glistened. He swallowed at the sight. Then he pulled his hand away, and looked up at her. "Where did that come from?" he asked. Ilana cocked an eyebrow at him. "My commands?" Junus nodded, feeling kind of foolish that he'd done exactly what she'd said. "It felt right. And I see that it was." It was another thing Junus learned about himself in the village of the centaurs. ~~~ The stent was now so wide, Junus couldn't walk properly. He didn't like leaving his hut, letting the others watch him walk with widely spaced legs. About the size of his own turgid cock, it stretched him persistently. He was constantly hard. "Junus-mon," Parchon called to him from outside. Junus grunted, and the centaur opened the door. Junus lie sprawled on his sleeping pallet, arms and legs splayed like a starfish, heavy cock lying against his stomach, the harness his only adornment. "It is time." Junus glanced over at Parchon. Parchon stared at Junus's cock, the harness, and Junus could feel heat swirling in his lower abdomen. Fuck me, Junus silently cursed. Junus pushed himself to his feet, avoiding Parchon's face. He didn't want to see the hint of interest there, didn't want to acknowledge his own interest. Parchon had been a constant companion when he wasn't with Ilana. They'd become friends as he and Ilana had. "Are you feeling well?" the centaur asked Junus. Junus shrugged, then waddled over to the door. "I feel like I've got a giant plug jammed up my ass." Not very elegant, but Junus wasn't in the mood for elegant. "I'm constantly hard and my balls hurt." "It sounds terrible," Parchon said, his voice soft. Junus met his eyes, and saw compassion. "It is," he said. "But not always," he added with a blush. "Are you excited for the ceremony? Only two more weeks." Junus thought about that, about the idea of getting rid of the stent and harness, of being filled by an actual cock—though a centaur's—and his penis filled even more. Junus groaned. "Yes," he said unwillingly. "Today, you will receive the final stent." Junus's brows knit together. "I thought I had more to go." It amused, and saddened, him to hear himself talk about such things so casually. Parchon smiled, showing his double dimple. "No. It will be complete soon. Though," he sobered and stared hard at Junus, "It is the hardest one to take, and you will no longer be able to walk." Junus swallowed. "I will be with you always, to assure your safety and ease." "Aren't you already always with me?" Junus said with a grin, then dropped it, realizing he was flirting with this man. When had Junus flirted with a man before, let alone a centaur man? His perceptions of acceptable and beauty had shifted from North to South. Parchon studied him and Junus wanted to kick himself. Parchon was on to him, he could tell. "I will be residing in your hut with you, accompanying you at all times. I hope that does not disturb you." Junus shook his head. What was he going to do? He wanted to fuck and be fucked and that was all that rested on his mind while being prepared for just that. He had no other duties. He had a sinking feeling he was falling in love with Ilana, but if that were true, how could he flirt with Parchon. Parchon's tail flicked along his flank, swishing through the air. He held out a hand and Junus took it, leaning on Parchon as they walked down the village road to the stent hut. Inside, Ilana waited for him, her warm smile softening when she saw Junus's face. Zeus, was he an open book? "Welcome, my Junus." She sat in her normal place. On the table Junus saw a stent as big as his forearm. The dildo, curved like a smile, had a mushroomed head. Attached to the end of it was a tail of coarse horse hair. "What is on your mind?" she asked. But he'd forgotten his earlier inner turmoil at the sight of that huge stent, shaped just like a horse's cock. Junus swallowed. His balls throbbed. Part of him wanted to run away, flee from the very size of it. Another part of him wanted to run over, drop to his hands and knees and beg for her to jam it into him, fill him with it. See if he could take it in. It was enormous. "It's huge," he said in awe. "It is. But Junus, it is still smaller than my own penis." Junus tore his eyes away from the stent and looked at her face, saw her honesty, then ran his eyes down her breasts, along her torso to the soft sheath of skin that hid away her cock. Holy crap. "But something else was bothering you when you came in." She gestured for him, and he awkwardly walked over to her. She ran her hands over his chest. He shivered. "You can tell me anything." He knew he could. He trusted her. But this... it was too embarrassing. "It's nothing." "Are you sure? I don't want secrets between us. Especially not so close to the mating ceremony." Junus swallowed and stared up into the ceiling. "I think I have a thing for centaurs now," he mumbled. She continued to run her hands over his naked body, avoiding touching the harness. They were soft, gentle caresses. "It is only natural, Junus. Is it another filly? Or a stallion?" she said curiously. The way she asked about the stallion, Junus knew she knew. "You already guessed," he said. "Do you want him? To touch him?" "I won't cheat on you!" he yelled, then snapped his mouth shut. His heart hammered in his chest. "Parchon is your companion. It is only natural to harbor such feelings for him. You two are together more than even you and I are together. He is a very handsome man, and strong. But he is also thoughtful and dignified. He is a stallion I would take for my own mate if I were not princess and did not already love you. I want you to know, fidelity isn't exactly the same with centaurs as it is with some human cultures, or so I've been told. You will bear only my children. I will bear only yours." Junus blinked, he didn't know that part. "If you, or I, wish to enjoy another, we must first approve of the joining. You must also approve my own partner outside of our mating. Our partnership is equal." Junus stared dumbly at her. He'd finally accepted he'd be with Ilana for some time, but the way she spoke, it felt so eternal. And it didn't seem half bad. After he became pregnant and bore the next heir, they even told him he could leave the village to be with his own people from time to time. He would no longer be this prisoner in a soft cage. After he became pregnant—such an everyday thought. "Would you like to be with Parchon?" she asked him. Blushing, Junus nodded. "I think so." He shook his head, ran his fingers through his hair. It'd grown long, like the stallions tended to wear. "He's my friend. I see him looking at me..." She pushed herself to her feet, and Junus could see the head of her penis peeking from its sheath. His mouth watered. She walked to the door and opened it, and Junus could hear her invite Parchon in. Junus couldn't believe what seemed to be happening. Panic threatened to choke him. "What? Wait! I don't—" The two centaurs filled the end of the hut near the door. Both had black eyes. "Junus-mon," Parchon said, a pink ting to the man's cheeks. "I wish to be of service to you, if you ever need it. I too would enjoy your touches." Junus didn't know what to say. He looked from Parchon to Ilana. Ilana said, "Junus, once you receive the final stent, you can no longer find release. You must remain untouched for the next two weeks." Junus's heart continued to hammer. Part of him wanted to run away. "If you wish for release now, you've only to ask. Either Parchon or I could do it for you." This was too fucking crazy. "Or both of us." Junus dropped to his knees, the stent jammed into him causing him to cry out. "Junus!" Ilana called out, trotting over to him. The sound of her hoofs against the ground filled his ears. She pulled his face up and kissed him. Hard. He couldn't breathe, all his energy consumed with kissing back, trailing his hands over her neck, her breasts, through her hair. He pinched one of her nipples, needing to mark her, claim her in some way. She gasped, the purple hidden by her black irises. And then she was gone from Junus's arms. "Parchon, please, see to Junus. I command it." "What?" Junus cried out. But he knew why. She was aroused, fully. Her thick penis almost touched the ground where she stood. She was going to lose it if they continued. "I will wait outside. Once you are finished, please collect me for the next stent insertion." She turned and exited the building. The air sizzled, the pressure of it having shifted with the escape of the princess. And Junus was left wanting in a room with a stallion, whose own penis jutted out from his sheath. "Oh my God," Junus moaned. He didn't know what to do. He's been a starving man, given nibbles here and there, and now a full course meal of some exotic food was laid out before him of which he wasn't sure how to eat. But he wanted to. His fingers itched to touch the man. Parchon stepped forward. "What is it I can do for you, Junus-mon? Would you like me to rub you as the princess does?" God no. If he was allowed more, Junus wanted more. "Can you take this off?" he asked, gesturing to his harness and stent. Parchon nodded, and began to remove the apparatus, apparently knowledgeable of the intricate bindings. Junus leaned close and sniffed him. The smell of man and horse, different than Ilana, but not much. "Do you want this, Parchon?" Junus asked. "Because, I don't want you doing this out of duty." Parchon undid the final buckle and pulled the thick dildo from Junus's ass. It slipped out with a kind of 'pop' that was more than a little embarrassing. His asshole felt loose, and he wondered if he'd ever be normal back there again. "Junus, I would be honored to service you in any way you wish." Junus flinched. "Service?" Junus looked into Parchon's eyes. "I want this to be mutual, not something out of duty." Parchon licked his thin lips and nodded. "I want this—you. I want you." Junus nodded. "Okay. That's good. Okay then." He reached up, but the stallion stood so much taller, he impotently dropped his arms to his sides. "I'm not sure what to do." Parchon laughed, a hearty noise that eased Junus's anxiety. Then, he walked over to the cushioned seat Ilana usually used and sat. His cock rested against the floor invitingly. "Can I touch you?" Junus asked.