Hashat doubles over, clutching herself and planting her hammer hard into the ground. "Oof, fuck... you pack a punch for a tiny girl."
You groan and stretch, sure to feel more than a few bruises once the adrenaline has worn off. But it’s not just adrenaline that’s coursing through your body; it’s raw animal lust. Hashat smells like a breeder and a mare all the same, and now that she’s bent over you can see her thick hanging cock, apple-sized balls, and slavering ebony-lipped mare-twat. Blood surges away from your brain — where it might have been used for pesky things like thinking or reason, ew — and right down to your crotch where it brings your dick to aching attention.
Hashat groans and looks over her shoulder at you as you stalk closer, throwing off your comfortable clothes. "A bit modest aren’t you? You’re lucky I’m tight."
Her taunting is already lost on you though, and fast becoming inaudible over the pounding in your ears. There’s still a little resistance to her when you push her down onto hands and knees, and she scowls over her shoulder... at least until you spit on her cunt and drive a few fingers in, rapidly thumbing her clit. Juices squirt out around your fingers as though you’d cracked open a seal, and her moans are followed by the sensation of her cunt-lips gnawing at your digits with abject desire. Your other hand slowly grips her balls, giving them a slow knead while you test their weight.
Eventually she settles down properly, making sure to make herself comfortable by planting her weight on her tits and folded arms, throwing her mane aside over one shoulder. "Alright, alright... hurry up though, right?" You quiet her with a squeeze that has her gasping and nervously kicking a giant hoof — thankfully not square in your shin — before going still. Apparently getting the message she goes quiet and bites a knuckle. Much better!
You sink your fingers in a little deeper, not stopping until you get a reluctant groan of pleasure out of her. She practically squeezes you back out of her cunt thanks to the nervous contractions of her depths, but once you draw your hand completely out it’s utterly drenched in girly lube and stained in the scent of fertile grounds. You lather your bone up, take a position, and drive your hips home to the hilt of your base. You’re massaged from tip-to-base by the vice-like squeeze of her nethers, not stopping until your hips collide against her muscular ass with a noisy squirt of juices and a soft whinny of pleasure out of Hashat. When you come to a stop her balls are swaying and precum flows freely from her stallion prick, trying to get used to the fresh penetration; the Marefolk amazon really isn’t used to being on the receiving end.
Figuring you’ve already got her right where you want her, you drop your weight down onto her back until your pillowy, lactating breasts is pressed into her. From there it’s just about possible to reach around her broad hips and get a grip on that heaving dick with one hand, while the other squeezes her underboob. She shakes her hips, trying to adjust herself, but it only serves to stir up her juicy cunt all the more. Another hammering of your hips and her hefty tits sway perfectly into range, allowing you to get your fingers around a brought nipple and give it a hard twist. Almost as though it were some kind of lever, the sting has her wringing your prick as though it were the first penetration again.
When your grunt rides the line of pleasure and pain, you can practically hear the laughter in Hashat’s voice. "Come on then! If you’re giving it to me, give it to me!"
With a lusty growl you set to your task with obvious hunger; each time you smash into her rear you squeeze her nipple and stroke her cock from tip-to-base with enough force to slap your palm against her apple-sized nuts. It’s hard to tell if she’s letting out another laugh or gasping, not that it matters. The way she’s practically trying to crush your cock feels incredible. Although every thrust is a battle for dominance, it’s a battle that’s utterly too enrapturing to give up. It does get a little too hard to hang onto her tit though, instead you devote both hands to jerking her off with deep mechanical strokes.
It’s a jerking that only gets easier when her precum coats your palms, and now you alternate stopping at her base and groping her balls. Still your hips continue to thrust, and the pace only becomes ever more frantic. It looks more like you’re making a vain attempt at ploughing her outline into the dirt. Hashat’s stopped biting her knuckle at least, now actually giving you lusty moans to match her needs. You’re sure she’d look incredible in her towering glory with a great load of your cum pouring down her thighs.
There’s already an aching build-up in your lines from thrusting away at her sodden box, especially having just been up to your neck in combat with her... and honestly Hashat seems to be recovering faster than you. With a grunt you shift tactics, tugging on her tail and releasing your grip on her cock and balls. Her gasp turns into a soft whinny and she looks over her shoulder "Oi! What are you doing back there?"
Instead of answer with words however, you grin wickedly now that you’ve got her attention. With one swift motion you hilt yourself again, hike an arm under her leg, and pull on the other. To the Marefolk it’s probably a lot more like the world was flipped over... to you it’s nearly back-breaking labor. Still, the look on her face, the sensation of her womanhood being worked around your shaft, and the way her prick flops onto her abdomen and squirts cum onto her underboob is more than reward enough for the effort. It looks like it was only a miniature orgasm though, judging by the way her stallion mast doesn’t lose a single bit of turgidity and the sheer heft of her balls. "Oh I see how it is, fucking me like I’m an Elf huh?!"
You didn’t know this was the classical name for Elven style, but at least Hashat cups her balls to keep them out of your way while you thrust. Now you’re given free reign to be captivated by the bounce of her tits with every thrust, cock flailing freely as cum-thickened pre flows from the sensitive — albeit untouched — head. With another soft grunt of effort you throw her giant hoofed limbs up over your shoulders and give her another testing thrust, making sure to grind your hips up against her so that you’re mashed against her clit. She’s got a wicked grip around your dick still, sultry breed-mare internals doing everything in their power to milk you dry. Her tits and balls jiggle every time you smash into her box, dick throbbing hard enough to see the passage of yet more thick precum before it spills from her.
By now, lusty grunts are escaping her in perfect rhythm with your pounding. The raw animal scent of her mixed genitals are enough to keep the fires in you perfectly stoked, and now that you think about it, you could probably tend to that massive flailing prick of hers.
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She’s already a moaning, shuddering, whinnying wreck, and each time you forcefully fuck your way home she only grows closer to orgasm. It doesn’t take much longer with the assault on her genitals to have her like putty to your touch and desperate to reach completion. When the leg you’d released abruptly wraps around your ass and locks you to her hips you’re pretty sure this filly’s evening is done.
You only just barely finish first and although you very quickly fill her up with cum, it’s quickly blasted right back out of her as a deluge mixed with girlcum that paints you from the waist down. Her balls pulse in time with the second rope that’s building up in your depths, heralding her cock’s enthusiastic addition to the orgasm. Her dick is firmly pinned to the spot, and Hashat whinnys and thrashes beneath you in anticipation.
While you’re busy adding a fresh batch of your potent seed to her sultry core, her dick swells with the passage of cum before it explosively escapes its prison and utterly drenches her tits in musky bitch-breeding ivory. The heady scent of her combined sexes are enough to have you feeling lightheaded, and you still manage a few more thrusts into her wanton box before pulling out to watch the Marefolk cum all over herself.
Hashat is still a quivering wreck while you smear her thighs in your own last aftershocks, making sure she’s properly painted as the loser this time before getting redressed. It’s not until you’re actually about to leave that she recovers from her twitching, insensate stupor to look down towards you with bleary eyes. "Well... fuck, buddy. That was pretty good." Her voice becomes less clear when her head flops back onto the dirt with a snort. "You better watch yourself next time, though."
There’s very little point responding to her; when you open your mouth to reply you’re immediately cut off by the sound of noisy snoring. You sigh and shake your head, making sure you’ve got everything on you before heading off.
