CH13: Thistle Smut

He had the power to meet a girl halfway. Monster taming was all about finding a way to communicate and build trust. Tell the monster he is pack or, in this case, tell the centaur that his dick was good enough. No, he wasn’t gaslighting or trying to take her first time and make it terrible only to say to her it was amazing.

Thistle’s rump drew his attention as she turned slowly, keeping an eye on him until she faced away from him, leaving behind the soft human touch of her skin. Zack was going to meet her halfway. That meant he would take a leap of faith and give her his everything.

“Please let this be right,” Thistle said.

He pretended not to hear her prayer as she lifted her tail. And drew the curtain on her long dark slit the same color as her nipples and a large puffy ponut. Skills certainly affected the people using them.

She had a scent he couldn’t quite place his finger on, so he breathed it in until he drowned like a thick perfume. It was good and right, so he wanted to keep it and never let it go.

Zack touched her. Her soft fur gave way to softer dark flesh. He rubbed her up and down, growing more comfortable as her pussy winked, revealing a thumb-sized clit. His heart hammered in his chest, and he wanted her pearl. He rubbed under her pussy to her thighs, where the fur gave way to smooth skin and the small nipples beneath. It was essential to explore and get comfortable.

He wanted to stand on the best and thrust into her like an animal, but that wouldn’t do it for Thistle. Maybe if he had another twenty-four inches, but then how would he walk with something so huge? Oh, he would satisfy her and test the limits of his skill.

Taming here would be an act of passionate love-making that left Thistle satisfied and loved. He wanted to give her a thorough pounding, but he also wanted to cuddle after. He stared and decided to take his time and focus on her.

Zack’s hands roamed up her body, and he slipped his knuckle between her lips. That felt good. She clenched and winked at him again. Then he saw a flash of her entrance, and even with her hymen, it was bigger around than his dick. Centaurs were bigger than horses.

He touched the sensitive stretch of skin and rubbed her slowly. This wasn’t a race. He didn’t have to slam into her like an animal and wanted to treat her right. Zack leaned in under her tail and planned to kiss down the side just left of her pussy on the sensitive furless skin. Her tail hung in the air before she turned back as he kissed up to her butt. That was it. He was going to make this an experience she would look back on fondly.

Sensitive soft, pliable lips parted as he kissed them, meeting her lips with his own, kissing every inch as he made his way down to her winking clit. This was going to make or break this experience.

Was thistle the sensitive type? If he screwed this up, it could turn a potentially mind-blowing experience into something she regretted. A bad sexual experience would be a black mark on his record, and it would take a lot of cajoling and maybe some bribes to try again.

He breathed gently on her lips, tasting her arousal. The scent of Thistle was strong enough to bury himself. He wanted to rub in her scent, and that might be the Monster Tamer skill talking. It was getting harder to think. A part of him wanted to load Strong Fist, Plow, and Monster Tamer together in a trifecta to send Thistle into a drooling cumming mess. They would get to that, but he had to take her for the first time before they could move on to quickies. There was a right and wrong way, and he wasn’t going for the clit yet. No, there were ways he could test it.

Zack licked the long slit leading to her inner depths but didn’t dare touch that abyss yet. Thistle’s gaping, hungry womanhood needed a strategy. If he had the tools for that job, this would be a completely different experience.

The Monster Tamer fed off his mana and perception, giving him hints and tips on what Thistle liked. He hit clear weak points with his tongue, and her legs spread apart.

“Oh no, I’m going to,” Zack dodged just in time as she sprayed lubricant all over the floor. He caught some and sniffed it, breathing in her pheromones. It smelled good to him, unlike pee, and it was clear. “Sorry, I can’t help myself,” Thistle said.

He blew gently on her clit, and she leaned back as his lips neared it. Swollen purple and nearly standing on end, her massive thumb-sized clit quivered as his hot tongue embraced it. Fresh centaur arousal squirted out of her, running down his face warm and welcoming.

It took all his control not to make a move and ruin all his progress immediately. He kissed her clit gently, testing her limits. He felt his nose part her lips and breathed in the scent of her pussy. It was something he couldn’t resist. The wild scent drew him like a moth to a flame. He had to take it, but not yet. There were stops to taking it successfully, and he was so close.

He licked the dripping feminine juices from his lips as he kissed and parted his lips around her clit, messaging her pearl. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to,”

She came and splashed him in the face, dripping her centaur cream down his body as her tail wagged to the other side.

That’s right, he had her. Zack learned when to strike her weak spot, but it wasn’t time to hit her clit again. No, he needed to carefully prepare to take her virginity with a tool less than ideal.

Monster Tamer had allowed him to gain another 3 inches, but 11 wasn’t enough to break her hymen. Oh, he could slip into her with it, but to fuck her, he needed more. First, he had to get more comfortable with monster tamer before he could dream of using it successfully with other skills. Then he had to use Strong Fist on his dick.

How well both the fist and the dick could be considered symbols of masculinity, and he thoroughly planned to fist Thistle with his dick. His Plow skill fit like a glove. It was ready to go, and then he applied Monster Tamer.  

Zack groaned as pain filled his dick as three skills went to work on it. His head had turned flat more like a closed fist than the tapered tip of a centaur. He watched his dick grow inch after inch as more blood filled it, and he held firmly to his control over his skills. Mana drained away as regeneration barely kept it from falling over the bring. Zack pulled a somewhat successful potion from his inventory. After studying Circe’s book, he finally managed to make a potion. Its description said it would increase his mana recovery by five times for 5 hours. The alchemy skill still eluded him, but he didn’t give up hope.

He downed the potion and felt his mana spike as new energy filled him. Cold energy suffused him as his dick grew another inch. Zack flexed and felt his dick rise and tap Thistle’s teats.

His centaur’s gasp was music to his ears. He wasn’t out of this yet. Her pussy was an incredible foe, so cavernous and vast. Any man who didn’t have the skills needed to overcome it would be intimidated. Then there was her needs. Zack had licked and sucked across her pussy long before he could get close to her clit, much less her hymen.

Zack pressed his lips against her opening and licked around the circle of her hymen. It was so good her purity ring welcomed his touch with more squirting centaur goodness. Thistle gushed as her ring quivered, and he huffed up all her delicious pheromones.

“Have you been a good girl, Thistle?” Zack asked.

She turned her head, and her green eyes met him as he stood on the bed and plopped his dick on the side of her rump, showing off its momentous size. Her eyes glazed over, and she opened her mouth, drooling openly.

“I’ve been a good girl fuck me, Daddy.”

This was it. He realized it as his heart pounded. Mana drained into his skills like water in a bottomless bucket. The transformation settled with Monster Tamer taking point. Zack stared at his altered dick. It would have to be enough.

Zack took every advantage he could get and rubbed his dick up and down her pussy until she squirted again, dousing his hot meat stick and bathing it in her juices. He aimed true and slid in, bulging her thick black lips. A smile of gratification spread across his face. This would be worth it. He would make all the preparation worth it.

She backed up, and he pressed. A tight ring fought him with all its might as his dick squeezed in. She pushed, and then it happened.

Zack felt her pussy suck him into her hot depths. He groaned as clamping force bore down on him from all sides with far more pussy than he ever imagined. Zack slid inside, and he felt like he continued sliding into her until, finally, he bottomed out. That tight, pure ring that he had feared was too large for her to feel him clamped around the base of his cock like a vice.

Thistle giggled. “I may have learned a skill I shouldn’t have. Maybe I was worried you wouldn’t be able to feel anything, and I wouldn’t be able to either. So, I had Milly help poke small things inside me, and I practiced tightening. I gained the skill Compression.”

 Thistle squeezed, and it was tighter than he believed possible. “You didn’t have to. I wanted to take care of you.” Zack said.

“No matter how tight I squeeze, my hymen isn’t breaking. Buck, you aren’t big enough, but you feel so good. I’m sorry.”

Zack gripped her withers and rammed into her hard. Monster Tamer showed him where she was weakest, and he attacked with abandon at the one place that could bring down even a dragon. Zack felt his monstrous transformed cock smash into Thistle’s G-Spot. Her legs instantly widened, and she squeezed tighter than ever.

“You might think you have the upper hand here with your sexy dummy thick centaur pussy and firm titties that bounce perfectly. But you have too many weaknesses to get cocky. After all, I know you like it rough.” Zack said.

He pulled on her, dragging the centaur closer to the bed and ramming into her. All his tightly held control fled him as he did the one thing that could turn the battle: aggression. Zack pounded her pussy, pulling himself all the way out until his head kissed her entrance and slammed home. Her juices splashed his thighs as he stirred up her insides and showed the centauress what he was made of.

“My dick is only going to get bigger, and I’m going to get so much stronger than I am now. This isn’t the ceiling. What I can do is the foundation.”

He abandoned strategy and fell into the most basic of instincts and slammed into her pussy. Thistle leaned back as he slammed into her, grabbed him under the arms, and pulled him off his feet.

Zack kissed her as her pussy squeezed and pulled on his cock until he felt it vacuum-seal him against her hungry cervix. They exchanged tongues as she bore his weight on her back as he came. Every burst of cum splashed her cervix as Thistle milked his cock for every drop.

…

They lay together in his bed, listening to the bedspring’s protest as she pressed her large breasts against his side while hugging his arm. It wasn’t enough.

Zack stared at the ceiling as she snuggled into his side, satisfied. Oh, he loved it, and it was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough. He watched his dick return to normal and knew he could keep going. That was what endurance did. It took an action that should have worn him out, and instead, it felt like he barely touched on what he could do.  Maybe it was also the new Monster Tamer skill. Well, who said it had to be over? He might get one little orgasm out.

He snuck out of her sleeping grip and moved behind her. Since they were together, he might as well get his lusts out. Zack lifted her tail to see the still wet black swollen pussy he had fucked not an hour earlier. He slid his fingers inside and got them nice and lubed up. There was something he wanted to try.

Zack slipped his dick inside of her and heard a moan. Her ears twitched, but she barely paid him any attention. Thistle was off in dreamland. He pressed his fingers against her horsey butthole and felt her accept his hand quickly. Once inside, he reached down and felt his cock pumping into her. Then he moved a little deeper until his hand was in her anal depths and hovering over her g-spot. Zack touched it, and her pussy clenched as he came inside her for a second time. It felt amazing but was only another drop in the bucket of his growing stamina.

Thistle sighed and glared at him with half-lidded eyes. “Get out of my ponut and come to bed. We must clean the room when we wake up, and I want to cuddle some more before we have to be responsible.”