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Ciri in Heat, Chapter 3
Ciri was trapped. The back of her head was pinned against the stable door, Roach’s monstrous equine cock straining her lips, its fat, flared head planted too deep in her mouth for her to pull back enough to pull it out, or even turn her head to dislodge it. There was no way she’d be able to push Roach’s bulk back far enough to escape, she wouldn’t have had the strength even if he was calm, and he was too far gone, too lost in the primal instinct to rut, to mate. Roach was a thoroughbred Nilfgaardian stallion, a massive, powerful beast, almost certainly the prime breeding stud of her father’s stable before being given to Geralt, and Ciri knew all too well, once a stud gets started, it’s nearly impossible to stop them. There was nothing she could do to stop the hulking beast from bucking his hips forward and violating her throat, fucking her face relentlessly and pumping his thick, hot equine cum into her stomach until his enormous, churning balls were completely empty... and she’d never wanted anything as badly in her entire life.
The ashen-haired girl pumped three fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy desperately, even her recent orgasm had done little to quench the burning need in her core, every dollop of precum that spat from Roach’s cock and coated her tongue in that salty, musky, intoxicating flavor stoked the flames of her desires. Ciri’s tongue swirled and rolled across the surface of the stallion’s flat, flared head, worshipfully begging for more of his addictive cream, her body and mind craving more and more of his essence. Thousands of years of domestication were turned on their head in this moment, a once-proud human girl tamed in an instant by Roach’s raw animal potency, she was no longer a human, she was Roach’s mare, wholly devoted to serving her new stud, her new master.
Roach snorted above her, Ciri could see the muscles twitch in his powerful legs, and braced herself as best she could as the stallion’s hips bucked forward. The stable door rattled on its hinges as her head was forced back, Roach’s fat flare pushing deeper into her too-small mouth, pinning her tongue against her lower jaw as it did, before hitting the back of her throat like a fist. Her body stiffened involuntarily, spasming uncontrollably as she suddenly gagged, letting out a wet GLURK around the monstrous horse cock stretching her lips. Roach didn’t seem to even notice, much less care about her discomfort, he just pushed, grinding the blunt head against the entrance to her throat for a long moment as she squirmed beneath him before his hips relaxed again. He didn’t pull back, but at least he stopped pushing, letting Ciri blink away the tears of strain forming in her eyes and try to relax her throat, before she saw his flanks start to tighten again.
Even watching for the signs closely, Ciri only had a mere moment to suck in a breath of fresh air through her nose before the stallion followed through, bucking his powerful hips forward once more. Ciri strained to suppress her gag reflex, but it was no use, the size of the flare and the sheer force behind it forced the reaction out of her as the mighty stallion slammed his flare against the entrance to her throat. She gagged again, another wet choking noise forcing itself past her stretched lips, the nasty sound cutting through the otherwise quiet air of the stable. Roach paused after the push for only a moment before bucking again, hammering his flare into the back of her throat again, then again, and again, faster and harder each time. The depraved gagging sounds filled the stables as the stud horse struggled to push deeper into his mare, his huffing and snorting completing the perverse symphony. Each time her body spasmed, her fingers stopped what they were doing and curled uncontrollably inside her, grinding against her g-spot. Her pants were thoroughly soaked, at this point, her overflowing nectar darkening the inner thighs of her leggings and revealing to anyone who would look just how much she was loving her new master’s rough treatment.
Just as she was beginning to wonder if she could get a bruise in her throat, Roach planted his hooves and whinnied, flanks tightening as he bucked forward, and Ciri’s eyes widened as she felt her throat stretch, then give, the fat flare breaking through her body’s instinctive resistance and claiming her throat. Another small orgasm struck her without warning as his cock violated her throat, a shudder of ecstasy rippling along her every nerve as she choked and gagged around stud’s bestial dick, her fingers trembling inside her pussy. She would have moaned, if it weren’t for the impossibly fat, flared head completely blocking her throat. No matter what she did now, even if she never did this again, she’d cum twice from sucking a horse’s cock, and there was no escaping that fact. Even if nobody ever found out, she’d know, she’d carry the truth with her forever, the memory of Roach conquering her tight throat with his enormous, throbbing horse cock, and the orgasmic ecstasy that overcame her as she knelt beneath him on the filthy stable floor and surrendered herself as his new mare.
Finally inside, Roach bucked again, the fat head of his cock pushing deeper into Ciri’s throat, forcing the rings of muscle to stretch around his girth. Ciri’s gagging and choking fell silent as the stud’s monstrous shaft completely blocked her vocal chords, leaving her to spasm and tremble in silence, her throat unwittingly milking the stallion’s shaft as it struggled in vain to eject the intruder. Ciri’s lungs were beginning to burn as she squirmed and trembled helplessly beneath the mighty Nilfgaardian thoroughbred, she could feel her throat stretching, reshaping around the stallion’s shaft, turning into a warm, wet hole for her stallion to fuck. Roach thrust again, pushing deeper and deeper into her still-protesting throat, and Ciri felt the medial ring press against her stretched lips, even as her lungs screamed for air she felt a spark of pride knowing she’d managed to take half of Roach’s enormous shaft.
Suddenly, Roach began to draw his hips back, the flared ridge of his head scraping back along her throat as he did. Ciri could feel it move, and even as she helplessly prayed her stud would draw back enough to let her breathe, some depraved part of her felt disappointed. The moment that beastial cock slipped out of her throat, Ciri immediately began to cough and splutter around it, her breasts heaving in her low-cut top as she gasped for air between ragged choking sounds, the first half of the stallion’s shaft coated with glistening saliva, dozens of shimmering strands hanging off it, some linking back to her stretched lips.
As she struggled to fill her lungs again, something stuck out to Ciri as strange- Roach was waiting. She’d watched studs breeding more than once, and they didn’t pause, there were no breaks, they rutted mindlessly until they were finished, and yet roach was still. To add to the strangeness, he didn’t pull out completely, he left his cockhead lodged firmly between her stretched lips, too deep in her mouth for her to slip off it… As her breathing evened out once more, she came to the inescapable conclusion: Roach was doing it intentionally. Whatever it was that made a witcher’s horse stranger and more clever than a simple beast, it had already begun to affect Roach. He wasn’t just acting on instinct, he was acting with intent, with desire… with lust. A shiver ran down Ciri’s spine. She wasn’t being rutted by a mindless animal, she was getting brutally facefucked by a male, the biggest, strongest male she’d ever met, with the biggest cock she’d ever seen, who treated her throat like his personal fuck-hole and made her cum twice just by fucking her mouth… She’d become the mare of a mindless beast, and now, she realized she’d become Roach’s slave. She could control a beast, even if she succumbed to temptation and let it fuck her face from time to time, but Roach was no simple beast, and he was in complete control.
Ciri closed her eyes and rolled her tongue over Roach’s flared cockhead, the once-proud ashen-haired girl moaning like a cheap whore at the taste of her master’s salty, musky precum. Roach seemed to take that as a sign to continue, because he planted his hooves and bucked his hips forward once more. Ciri’s moan was cut short as the tip of his monstrous member slammed against the entrance to her throat again, the stall door rattling with the force of his thrust. This time was different, though. She didn’t gag immediately, and her throat began to stretch over the flat, flared tip right away, rather than fighting to resist the intrusion. She still gagged and choked as the flared cockhead pushed into her throat, the wide ridge scraping against the walls of her throat as it pushed deeper and deeper, but she was no longer constantly spasming around the massive horse-cock pushing into her. She shuddered softly as her stretched lips kissed his medial ring once more, her body and mind had begun to truly accept their role, their place, as Roach’s mare, and she was beginning to adapt.
There was still much for the ashen-haired mare-in-training to learn, and Roach was eager to teach her. The stallion huffed, yanking his hips back suddenly, then immediately bucking forward again, even harder than before. Ciri’s eyes widened in surprise as the medial ring was forced past her lips, her lungs started to burn once more as inch after inch of fat equine cock was driven into untouched depths of her throat. His shaft grew thicker toward the base, and her jaw began to ache as his girth strained her already-stretched lips. With each inch, the wall of dark fur that was his belly drew closer to her face, it already felt like he was in her stomach, how much deeper could he possibly go?
Ciri got her answer when Roach yanked his hips back and slammed them forward again, driving deeper still into her trembling, spasming throat. She choked silently around her stallion’s fat horse cock as it strained her jaw with its girth, her lungs burning for air, when she felt the stud’s sheath press against her stretched lips. His fat, apple-sized balls swung forward as he hilted against her lips, smacking against her chin, she could practically feel the thick, molten stallion seed sloshing inside them. He paused there, as deep as he could possibly go, his heavy cum-factories resting heavily on her chin, and Ciri shuddered with excitement as she realized he was forcing her to adjust to his full length- preparing her to take it again and again and again...
Just as her mind began to swim from lack of air, Roach pulled back once more, quickly dragging his flared cockhead back up her throat, though it felt like it took an eternity. Long ropes of spit stretched and snapped as he pulled back, splattering over her lips and chin and falling onto her exposed chest, leaving her cleavage glistening with her own spit. Finally the head slipped past the entrance to her throat and she drew in a ragged gasp, filling her burning lungs with fresh air once more, only to immediately force it back out as she coughed and sputtered around the thick horse cock pinning her in place. She looked a mess, her face red with strain and covered in ropes of spit, tears of effort streaming down her cheeks, the messy bun her ashen hair had once been tied in barely holding together, but she didn’t care, it didn’t matter, nothing mattered, as long as she could still please her new master. She moaned around the throbbing, palm-sized flare in her mouth, any worries she may have had about being discovered in such a state were long-forgotten, driven from her mind by Roach’s savage thrusts and replaced with an almost worshipful reverence for the mighty beast that had tamed her into an obedient fuckpet. She moaned her appreciation for her stud, wordlessly thanking him for all he’d done, for showing her her place, for choosing her as his mare, for using her throat like a cocksleeve...
Ciri rolled her tongue over the flared head as she moaned, eagerly lapping up her master’s salty, musky precum each time the stallion’s cock throbbed, then suddenly pushed forward, forcing herself onto Roach’s glorious horse cock, pushing her head down his length until the flared tip pressed against the entrance to her throat once more. Roach gave a muted whinny of surprise at her sudden aggressiveness. Ciri couldn’t help but think it sounded almost like he was chuckling to himself as he braced his hooves once more, the mighty stallion readying himself to properly rut into his human slave’s throat. Ciri pumped her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy in a frenzy, desperately eager to receive the thoroughbred stud’s savage lust, now that he’d broken her throat in properly.
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