Page 17 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
Normally my full name made me uncomfortable, like a shoe that was too big for my feet to fill. But it rolled off his tongue, licking over me, and it was like beingknownin a way I hadn't even managed myself.
Making a commitment to this man was crazy, surely. He hadn't even beeninsideof me yet, but…
But it didn't matter. Things could go absolutely sideways from here, I knew that. I'dlivedthrough that in past relationships. Lukas didn't feel too good to be true—he feltperfect. Which was unbelievable, in my experience. But so were centaurs, up until recently.
"Iamyours, Lukas," I said, lips honestly trembling to speak the words.
He groaned, head turning, lips claiming one breast in a deep and lascivious kiss, sucking tenderly on a whole mouthful of flesh. My hands dove into his silky, ruffled hair, back arching to shove myself into that filthy, beautiful, ravenous mouth. I babbled praise, legs rising to hook around his waist, hips bucking to beg for fucking. It suddenly struck me as a shame that centaurs only had one cock, and then the brief vision of a second one, sticking out at the top of a horse's chest, made me burst into gasping giggles.
Lukas grinned at the sound, tracing the tip of his tongue around my swollen nipple, glancing up at me before switching to the other breast.
"What's in your head?"
"Umm. Just…" I moaned and squealed as he got rough with his teeth. He pulled away with a pop, leaving me sagging and panting. "Imagining you with a second cock," I explained, glancing down at where I'd left a bit of a glossy streak against the delicate fur beneath his hips. I blushed at the sight.
"What makes you think I don't have one?" Lukas asked, eyebrows waggling.
Lust and stupidity made me gape blankly up at him. He laughed and trotted backward, and I whined at the loss of him before my voice dried up at the sight of his extended cock, hanging heavily from between his legs.
"Ignore that," he said sternly.
"Impossible," I rasped.
He turned to a set of drawers and his cock swung side to side for a moment, dripping once onto the floor. "You're probably not gonna like this," he mumbled, digging through the top drawer.
My eyebrows raised at that. Clever of him to get me to tell him I was hisbeforehe dropped whatever?—
"Aha!" he cried, drawing out a?—
Massive.
Glittery.
Pink.
Dildo.
"Looks silly, I know," he said, glaring at it briefly. "But they only had this color ‘cause—I mean, I think it's meant to be a joke, back from before humans knew about, ya know, the rest of us. With giant dicks."
The dildo swayed with a similar enthusiasm to Lukas’s own cock.
"Did you get it for…like, prep?" I asked, gaping at the absurd sight before me. The most beautiful man—centaur—I'd ever seen. Holding the most ridiculous sex toy I'd ever seen.
Lukas blushed. I'd never seen a man blush so much before, and it made mesquirmyhot for some reason. "I got it 'cause I really like to hold a girl close, watch her come. Can be hard to sort out."
I melted. I went warm and soft and probably made an actual small puddle on the sheets andmeltedfor him.
"There's a harness for it, hang on."
"Lukas."
"It's a little tricky to get on at first, but it should hold on nice and?—"
"Lukas," I called sweetly, lying back and reaching down to start stroking some of my arousal over my sex, pumping my own fingers into my core.
"Frannie," he answered, voice thick.
I tilted my head to the side to make out his stare on my hands. "Lukas, Ipromiseyou can fuck me with your giant sparkly pink cock later, baby. But right now Ireallyneedyou. Please?"
