The sunlight hits your face, waking you up to the day you and her have been waiting for. Yawning, you stretch your arms out and wrench yourself up into a sitting position. You look to your side. There on the bed next to you, still sleeping, looking as beautiful as the day you met, is Centorea. It's a special bed that you two share, her horse body laying down on a custom padded incline, with her head rising up to meet the pillow next to yours. It's a good thing you're not one to roll about in your sleep, or this would have had a myriad of problems.
You reach a hand out to brush her blonde hair aside and rub her cheek, and she begins to stir. As her eyes open, she looks at you warmly, before slowly picking herself up off the bed and stepping out from it. She has her morning ritual, where she shakes her hooves out and stretches her arms up, and you happily watch her finish waking up. You swing your legs over to the side and stand up from the bed yourself, going over to her and greeting her with a quick kiss on the lips. After parting, you wish her a happy anniversary.
She beams at you, and strokes her own hair. "To you too, darling. Shall I prepare breakfast?"
With a shake of your head, you tell her to leave it to you. She blushes slightly, and nods, before heading off to bathe herself while you make your way to the kitchen. As you get to cooking, you reminisce on how you wound up with such a beautiful and majestic woman. It wasn't too long after the laws on interspecies breeding were laxed. She was sulking, dejected from a previous relationship that hadn't worked out when she met you. As you started dating, you were pretty sure you were just a rebound. Yet before long she proved to be a loyal and devoted partner, and it quickly became a serious committed relationship.
After laying the plates on the table in the dining room, Centorea comes walking in dressed in her usual fare. A sleeveless top for her human half that hugs her form with a red bow around her collar, and a black cloak over her horse body. The two of you eat together, making pleasant conversation as if it were any other morning. An air of excitement hangs around the table though, as you have a long date planned for this special anniversary of yours. That date will have to wait until the evening though, and you can tell it's going to feel like you're a kid waiting for Christmas to arrive.
The coming hours are far from hard to wait through though, as you go about your daily routines together. Maybe you're both a little more touchy feely with each other, but it is otherwise a normal day. And a normal day with her is more than enough to keep a smile on your face and leave you satisfied. The most time you spend apart is when you have to get on the computer to look at work related things, while she takes time out in the backyard to practice her swordsmanship. After you finish with the emails and such, you make sure to watch her train, admiring her form and her grace.
Finally, as the evening approaches, you're looking at yourself in the mirror and putting on some nice clothes when she trots up behind you. "So, what's the first stop on our outing tonight?" She asks.
You reply with the name of a cafe uptown that has the best pastries you know of. She smiles and nods her head, saying she hopes that they'll live up to your lofty descriptions. After fixing yourself up, combing your hair and straightening your shirt, you make your way to the door with her. You open the door for her and she steps on out with you in tow, to a beautiful clear sky with the sun just beginning to make its way down in the west. It's so nice out that you decide to eschew the trouble of getting her into the car, and just start walking into town.
There are a few stares as you make your way through the nicer parts of the town. You seem to be one of the only cross-species couples out, and it's still not viewed as all that normal by plenty of people. Neither you nor her care, however, and happily ignore the ignorant glances and murmurs. You're far too enchanted by each other's presences to give any thought to that kind of thing. Approaching the cafe, you both breathe in as you're about to begin your date in earnest. Again you open the door for her, treating her like the noble woman she is, and she walks into the nice smelling shop.
Thankfully the workers at the cafe aren't among the ones to judge your relationship. You and Centorea place orders for artisanal sandwiches, and as she goes to find a table appropriate for her needs, you stick behind and make a special order for the pastries. You give a wink to the person at the counter, who chuckles and assures you they get these kinds of requests all the time. Knowing you're in good hands, you find Centorea sitting at a table with a chair moved out of the way by an understanding worker, and you take your own seat opposite her.
"The people here are nice. And on top of that, it just smells wonderful here." She comments, taking a whiff of the pleasant air.
You agree, and compliment her own choice in perfume. She gives a bashful smile, and says that it's only thanks to you knowing exactly which scents to buy her during her birthday a few months ago. As you take in the atmosphere and each other, time passes by quickly, and your orders arrive. Both of you dig in, commenting on the excellent taste and quality of the bread. If they're doing basic bread this well, you know the sweets are gonna knock her horseshoes off. One hearty meal later, someone emerges from the bakery holding a tray, walking towards your table. You smile and rub your hands together in anticipation.
Centorea lets out an excited hum as the tray of heart shaped pastries is laid out between you and her. The chef wishes you both an extraordinary anniversary and you each take a bite out of the wonderfully sweet tarts decorated with pink frosting. The taste fills your mouth with a rich explosion of flavor, and you look over to see her similarly going through a scrumptious experience. She looks at you with shining stars in her eyes and tells you with her mouth still full that you were absolutely correct about the desserts here. Then, she catches herself forgetting her manners, and blushes before going back to chewing, making you laugh.
As you work through the pastries with her, you reminisce over some previous restaurant and cafe experiences that didn't quite match up to this one. Sharing hearty laughs, you finally finish off the treats and thank the staff of the cafe for the wonderful time. They bid you adieu as you walk out of the store to find yourselves looking at a beautiful sunset. Both of you stand there on the sidewalk and admire it for a moment, before agreeing to take some time to watch it go down together in the nearby park. You make your way there, looking for a good bench with room to the side for her to sit on the grass.
"The colors of the sunset are wondrous…" She comments, after you find a place to rest. "This has been an exemplary evening, darling. Thank you."
You remind her the evening isn't over yet. "Oh yes, of course it isn't…" She replies, blushing.
As she does, she rests her hand on your leg, rubbing it close to a sensitive area. You clear your throat and look at her, as she hides a mischievous smile beneath her palm, her blush deepening. The oncoming night with the full day of buildup has certainly done something to her. It's almost as if there were a full moon out, but you've learned from experience what those nights quickly become. Instead, this is distinctly more playful, more loving, as she toys with the fabric of your pants in the middle of the park. You start to get flustered, looking around at the other people mulling about.
Before she can get too frisky, though, a child runs up to her and she immediately retracts her hand. "Wow, a centaur!"
An apologetic couple quickly runs up to you, telling their kid to mind their manners, but Centorea smiles and tells them it's fine. She offers to stand up and give the child a full view of her horse legs, to which they get truly excited. You smile as you watch her interact with the young one, thinking about what a great mother she'd make as she gracefully turns herself around to show off her horse body. The parents are happy, and relieved that no insult was taken, and you strike up small talk while the kid watches your lover in respect and awe. After they walk away, giving you their well wishes, the sun has almost set entirely.
"Let's walk a while more, dear. I want to see the stars shine." She requests, and you nod as you get up from the bench.
Walking through the park as the night sets in, the both of you stay mostly silent, simply enjoying each other's presence. When you step out of the park and onto the town streets, human traffic has almost entirely filtered out. It's just you and her, in the quiet uptown district where people check in early. It gives you a great opportunity to stargaze, looking from the white half-moon to the twinkling stars that form the constellations. She points out Orion to you, which you struggle to see through some of the light pollution. Her guidance eventually leads your eyes down the right track, and she talks of some folklore behind it.
It's hard for you to focus on the stars though, when there's something so much more beautiful so much closer to you. She's absorbed in her own admiration of the night sky, and doesn't seem to notice you looking her up and down. That is, until you comment on the moonlight shining in her blonde hair, and she once again blushes and strokes her locks. She calls you mean, and you laugh as she playfully grabs at your arms. Centorea is much stronger than you, though, and is quickly able to turn your laughter into a yelp as she lifts you up off the sidewalk.
"If you're so keen to look me over, then let me inspect you…" She says with a showy pout, before turning it into a smirk as her face comes level with your pelvis.
You can feel her breath on your dress pants, and you're the one fighting a deep blush as she brings her head closer. Just as her mouth comes too close to not touch, she turns you over and holds you bridal style. She smiles down at you as you look up past her bosom to see her smug face. There's a small moment of extra tension, though, as she bends down and lays her head on you, licking her lips as she looks down your body. You glance up at the sky to make doubly sure the moon isn't full. Then, you squeeze her arm and let her know a light is on and you can see someone in the window of a house across the street. She clears her throat and puts you down.
"Sh-shall we continue our walk? I believe there's somewhere I'd like to visit downtown, now." She asks with a bit of a quiver in her voice.
Agreeing, you grab hold of her hand and smile, to which she smiles back, and the both of you start walking down the sidewalk and making the trek downtown. This time she's leading the way, pulling you along without giving you much say in the matter as you ask where exactly she had in mind. It was the plan that you would have the start of the date figured out, and she'd come up with a way to capstone it. So now that the night is in her hands, you can't help but wonder where exactly it'll go. And once she starts to slow down, it does dawn on you what her plan was.
There standing before you amongst the other buildings is a rather luxurious looking overnight hotel. One of the ones specifically for couples. As you realize what Centorea wants, you look over at her to see her slowing down and blushing. She's hiding her face from you, seeing that you have caught on to the idea. Flustered, you scratch the back of your head and rock back and forth on your feet in front of the building as she attempts to regain her composure. Amidst the silence, you can hear the sounds of the night, crickets and a soft breeze, while you think of something to say.
When you manage to open your mouth, you bring up that the place sure seems expensive. It's then that she turns to you and puts her fingers together. She tells you that she actually booked a reservation already. You clear your throat and nod as you register how committed she really is to this, and move your hand through your hair. Not wanting to dour the night, you realize you should accept this turn of events before she starts having second thoughts. After all, it's not like you weren't imagining doing something similar back at home once the date was over. Straightening yourself up, you say that you two should probably go inside.
You stare into the mirror in your hotel bathroom, your nice clothes folded and stashed away in a drawer. Centorea had told you to shower while she prepared herself, and you found that it was hard to think straight. It wasn't like you hadn't done it with her before, but capping off a day like this in a love hotel was certainly a new context that changed things. It was like you were anticipating your first time with her all over again. You turn on the water and step in, breathing out deeply as your nerves settle and your body gets ready and excited for what's to come.
When you step out, damp and freshly cleaned with a towel around your waist, you see her waiting for you with a warm smile. "Onto the bed, now, darling." She tells you, and you follow her command.
Sitting on the edge of the fine mattress, you watch as Centorea runs her hand through her blonde locks before untying the red ribbon around her neck. She looks at you, demure, before gathering herself. Then, she starts to unbutton her blouse. You look at her with awe, tent beginning to poke up from your towel, as she exposes her collarbones and begins to reveal her ample chest. As she reaches the middle of her top, she pulls her arms out from it, rolling it down her shoulders. Now you can see her bra, lacy and white, barely able to contain her lush breasts that are begging to burst out.
Finally, she discards her top and crosses her arms beneath her chest as you gaze at her with love and lust. "I can see you're as worked up as I am…" She points out breathily, pointing to the raised portion of your towel.
Before you can muster a response, she lowers herself, kneeling her four legs down onto the floor. Then, she reaches for your towel and slides it down off your lap. Your erection springs out into view, which she gazes at intently with her hand hovering below her mouth as she breathes heavily. Centorea places a delicate hand on the base of your crotch, before leaning in closer and pursing her lips. Slowly, she begins to slide her palm up your shaft, and lets out slow and hot breaths onto your tip. You tense up, your fingers digging into the satin bed sheets, and you look down at her getting to work.
It doesn't take long for her to lower her head down more, stick her tongue out, and give you one long lick up your cock. You shudder and she spits out into her hand before continuing to stroke you. With her lubricating saliva, she wets your dick with every movement of her hand, while hovering her mouth just above your tip. She's tenderly and yet quickly rubbing your shaft, feeling it grow harder as it pulses against her palm. Then, she brings her other hand over to your balls to cradle them, wriggling her fingers against the back of them while she fixates on your crotch.
The slick sounds of her handjob fill your ears and your shoulders go slack as you breathe out a pleasured sigh. You close your eyes and moan a bit, before looking back down to see her working her hands around your dick with the utmost focus. She wants to make sure you're nice and ready before she goes any further. You've reached full mast long ago, but she's still preparing you for what comes next. Gritting your teeth, you huff out and reach your hand over to stroke her blonde hair. At that touch, she looks up at you, and you're astounded by the sheer lust in her eyes.
Without saying a word, Centorea licks her lips and swallows the tip of your cock. You grunt out, keeping your hand on the side of her head as she swirls her tongue around inside her mouth. Then, she starts to bob down, holding your shaft up with one hand while sliding the other from your balls to your inner thigh. Gently, she sucks your dick while you feel your heart pound against your chest. She's taking you further and further into her throat while she goes up and down, before popping you out to stroke you off some more while she catches her breath. You're rock hard and red hot down there, and she aims to keep you that way.
Greedily, she slides you back down her throat and slurps on your shaft, picking up the pace and the fervor. Her hand gripping the base of your cock starts to turn and rub upwards to meet her lips. Looking past her heavenly upper half, you can see her hairy tail swaying haphazardly as one of her hooves taps hard against the floor. She's unable to contain herself any longer, diving into her own heat as she works up yours to a fever pitch. Her tongue slips past her lips and swivels about your veiny length, which throbs against her inner cheeks. All the while, you're staring down at her as she goes down on you with an ever increasing lust.
Your hand rests on the side of her head a bit firmer now, and you press ever so lightly on it as she takes more of your inches into her mouth. She's getting deeper, more than halfway down your shaft. She moves her hand from the base of your length to down below your balls, while using her other hand to grip tightly onto your thigh. Her tongue flits about your cock and coils around its girth, while she slurps back hard. Her spittle is dripping down onto your crotch while she sucks you off, and you can feel your head start to spin from the pleasure of it.
Mind slipping into the spiraling heat, you grip onto her blonde locks and guide her down the rest of the way. She's gargling out a moan against your shaft as she reaches the hilt, sucking her own spit up past her lips. Her fingers curl around your sack, and she presses her palm up into it. You arch your head back and let out a long groan before grabbing the other side of her head as well. Both hands tangled in her flowing hair, you push down even harder, and she obliges you with another hum of lust as she wriggles her tongue around your hot cock and loudly slurps with all her might.
After a few moments with her face inches away from being buried in your crotch, she starts to gag. Hearing that, you relax your grip on her head, but she's far too in love with your pulsing dick to let it out of her mouth. She stays there, breathing through her nose and hocking more spit onto the base of your shaft. Her hand cradling your balls tightens up, as does the one on your inner thigh. You have to grit your teeth and roll your eyes up as she keeps herself deepthroating your cock well past what her limit should've been.
The gags return loudly enough, that you grow concerned and pull her head up yourself. After your wet and throbbing length pops out of her mouth, she takes a few deep breaths, her chest heaving and drool dripping down her chin. You're also breathing heavy, your chest pounding and your eyesight just a bit hazy. She brings her arm up to her mouth and wipes away the build up of spit before shuddering. You look at her and see her lunge forward, grabbing your face and kissing you deeply on the lips. Leaning into her, you return the favor, your tongues dancing together, before she breaks off and stares you down with half-lidded, lust-ridden eyes.
"Let me…" She starts to say, panting. "...take it to the next step."
With that, she brings her hands behind her back, and you nod excitedly as you hear her unclasp her bra. The lacy white cloth starts to fall, but she catches it in her hands, before slowly sliding the straps down her arms. Finally, she lets go, and her beautifully large and pillowy breasts practically burst outward. Her pink nipples are already erect, and you lose your focus as you stare deep into her ample chest. She slides her hands up and down her mounds, before cupping them and inching forward. As she lowers herself a bit, your cock standing up in attention right in front of her heavenly bosom, she smiles at you.
Centorea parts her breasts, and pushes forward to trap your dick between them. Her heavy mounds squish against your crotch, and her soft flesh envelops your length completely. You let out a long grunt as you throb against her chest, knocking your head back and shutting your eyes tight before sucking in your breath. Then, you look back down and see her there, smiling up at you with her bare tits resting on your lap. You can't even see your dick within the valley of her cleavage, but you can certainly feel it and the sensation is absolute ecstasy. As she grabs onto the sides of her bosom, she lets out a pleasant sigh.
Finally, she starts to rub her tits up and down, squeezing your hot shaft between them. You stare intently, hands tightly gripping onto the edge of the bed, and see the tip of your cock poke out for a moment as she compresses her chest down. It's then gone the moment she pulls back a bit, and continues to slide her breasts against your throbbing dick. Her fingers dig into her lush flesh, as she grips into her mounds to move them together. Every motion is maximized to fill your body with a paralyzing pleasure, forcing grunts and groans out of your throat. You want to roll your eyes up, but you just can't tear your gaze away from this glorious sight.
Her huge soft mounds are pressing into your shaft, and she slides her hands up and down them to tease her nipples and give you a more mesmerizing show. Then, she squeezes them together with her arms and sways her torso from side to side, bringing your dick along with her. Your cock is practically roasting her chest, so hot and constantly pulsing, and you bite your lower lip. She massages you more, handling her tits expertly to keep those waves of overwhelming heat coming from your loins burning throughout your whole body. You're losing all ability to reason, mind slipping away and melting into the sheer desire for her and her bosom.
Sensing your descent, she slides herself down your shaft and presses her breasts down into your lap to let your tip show from between her cleavage once more. She holds herself there, tightening the grip on your cock. You shudder a bit, before digging your fingers further into the mattress. Then, you buck your hips up into her tits, eliciting an excited moan from her as she watches your dick poke further out of her soft fleshy trap. Looking down, practically drooling like a beast, you thrust your hips up again and again, as she hugs her arms around her chest to keep you lodged between her mounds.
Moving your hands from the edge of the bed to grip onto her shoulders, you lean forward and start to properly fuck Centorea's tits. You're panting out heavily as you thrust into her cleavage, and she's moaning out loud with her hands pressed tightly into her breasts. Precum is spurting out from your tip and wetting her soft flesh as you vigorously pump your hot cock up and down. Sandwiched between those glorious mounds, you're practically about to tip over off the edge of the bed with how hard you're bucking. She's the only thing holding you steady, the weight of her torso bending forward into you keeping you there.
Staring down while you furiously ravage her chest, you gaze up at her reddened face. Her steel blue eyes meet your own, and you can see the haze of lust behind them. You focus back on her breasts, and she bites her lower lip before moaning out again. Then she lowers her head down to stick out her tongue, making sure it meets your throbbing tip each time it pokes up from her ample cleavage. The added pleasure nearly sends you over the edge, as you watch the ripples in her soft flesh, her large tits bouncing in your lap while you keep slamming up into them.
Just as you're about to shout out how you can't take anymore and prepare to paint her face, she shakes her head and pushes herself off of you. You fall back onto the mattress, your dick twitching in the air as she feels herself up, your slick precum glazing her tits and the warmth of your length seared into her chest. When you wrench yourself up, breathing heavily after having been brought so close to the edge, you find her staring you down with that lust fueled gaze normally reserved for the full moon. In one motion, she tosses the black cloak off her horse body, and carefully trots herself onto the bed beside you.
As it creaks under her weight, none of the hotel's rooms having quite been designed for a centaur, she turns her head to look your way. "I'll not have you waste your seed on my chest tonight. Take me, now, darling. Finish inside me."
Your dick twitches, and you nod fervently, getting up on your knees and waiting for her to carefully bring herself further forward onto the bed. Neither you nor Centorea are in any mood for this level of carefulness, but you don't want to actually break the bed and add on to the bill. At least it's giving you time to recover from being pushed so close to climax, but you still can hardly bear to be disconnected from her for as long as it takes to position yourselves properly. Finally, she splays her legs out, grips her hands onto the headboard, and you get yourself behind her.
With you on your knees and her laying down like this, her glistening pussy is level with your cock. You bring your hand up to it and feel how wet it is as her sweet fluids drip down between your fingers and onto the mattress. Placing one hand on her brown furred rear, you steady yourself and line your dick up with her slit. She's whining over by the headboard and impatiently waving her tail over your chest. You lock eyes with her again when she looks over her shoulder, pleading eyes practically begging you to thrust. Finally, with a deep breath, you slide your hard length inside of her.
She bucks back lightly, but even lightly with her strength is enough to force you to hilt inside her and lean over her body. She lets out a long pleasured moan, her hairy tail brushing up against your face. Encouraged, you start to move back and forth, using a good amount of your strength to make each thrust. With her body, she can really take it, so you need to start out strong from the back. Her needy wet walls are already coiling around your hot throbbing cock, and you need to grit your teeth as you push forward relentlessly.
Grinding your crotch against her, you poke at her deepest parts while gripping tight onto her fur. Then you pull back and thrust forward again with more force, grabbing hold of her with both hands and bucking your hips back and forth. You can see her human half writhing in pleasure at the other end of the bed, her moans leaking out of her throat and filling your ears with their beautiful sound. You inch forward on your knees, getting a better angle to slam into her from. Her backside sways every now and then, throwing you for a loop each time but you stay your ground and continue to fuck Centorea with all you've got.
Each plunge into her aching pussy is rewarded with a tighter clench, more of her fluids gushing out onto your waist. Her splayed out horse legs twitch on occasion, and her movements make the bed creak loud. You lean over her elongated body and hike yourself up a bit, making quick powerful thrusts into her pussy as your heart pounds against your chest. It's every bit of strength you can muster being thrown into this tryst, and she responds well with louder moans and ever flowing juices leaking out and dripping down from your hot throbbing cock. Sex with her is a workout for you, but it's also the height of pleasure every time her wet hole clamps down on you.
As her walls massage your dick, you look over to see her arching her back and turning her head about. She's got one hand holding tight onto the headboard and the other groping one of her large tits, pushing it up to her face so she can suck at her teat. The sight drives you wild, and you redouble your efforts to slam into her from behind. Her moans turn to squeals and she looks back over her shoulder at you with wide eyes full of lust, her face beet red and sweating. You grunt out and hold onto her like your life depends on it as you fuck her hard and fast, going past your limits to give it to her good.
You pull your upper torso back, and grab onto her blonde haired tail, pulling on it to make her yelp before sliding your other hand down her meaty hip. With this leverage and angle, you pound her pussy with every ounce of might you have. Her walls clench and coil around your pulsating shaft, massaging it and coaxing out the most ecstatic pleasures you've ever experienced. Your eyes are slammed shut as you plunge in and out of her, the heat rising through your body and swirling inside of your head. Haggard breaths escape your throat, your muscles being directed by pure desire now when your strength should have given out.
The effort is far from lost on her as she squeals and cries your name, slamming her fist into the headboard and nearly punching a hole through it. Her tight walls tense up around you, and a spray of her fluids squirt out onto your crotch and the mattress below. She lets out rapid high pitched moans. Her orgasm rocks through her and sends waves of pleasure back into you, bringing you right to the edge as she goes wild, shaking and calling out to you. The bed may well be splintering underneath all of this force, but neither of you can care anymore.
"Let it out, dear! I want to feel your seed reach my womb, I need it!" Centorea cries out to you.
Hearing her plea sends you over the edge, at last. You buck forward one more time, fully sheathing your length within her. Your cock twitches and pulses against her tight wet walls, and bursts out with a spray of cum. White, thick semen fills her up pussy to the brim, every hot spurt released forcing you to choke out a groan. Your body starts to give way as you collapse forward onto her, blasting rope after rope of your hot cream right into her womb. Finally, you manage to wrench yourself out of her and crawl forward to fall down at her side.
Both you are catching your breath, hearts pounding and breaths coming out heavy near enough in sync with each other. She hangs her upper body down, sliding her shoulder across the headboard so she can reach out and hold your face in her palm. You look up at her, vision unblurring in time to see her beautiful face and warm smile. There are tears welled up in her eyes, and you feel your own grow a bit wet. You gather what little strength you have remaining and pull yourself up to plant a deep kiss on her lips.
When you part, and you fall back down onto the bed, she chuckles. "Tonight was magical. Thank you so much. I'm so happy we found each other."
You return the sentiment, staring into her eyes with a wide smile of your own. As she adjusts herself to lay her head down on the pillows, you gaze into each other without saying a word. There's nothing more to be said, after all. It was the perfect day, an anniversary that will live on in your hearts forever as proof that you were meant to be together. When you drift off into sleep, her visage is what remains in your head. She surely has the same thing in mind for you. Though the bed may need to be paid for in the morning, not custom fit for her needs, it's the most comfortable thing in the world right now. Anywhere would be, with Centorea at your side.