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Tarra stared at the length as she pondered this. It was… a lot larger than when the teenager had got herself off on her face, a lot larger. She wondered how it would feel to be pressed against now.

She shook her head, the humidity was really starting to get to her.

Still, not quite sure what she was doing, she put a knee on the bed, and would have put the other too, but then the great mound of cum started to move and Tarra, at last, realised why the mound had formed. It wasn't actually a mound of just cum, it was a pile of dozens and dozens of maids, dozens of maids piled up on top of each other after the flood of cum had deposited them there.

Wait, could they breathe?

Concerned now, Tara darted forward, grabbing hold of the first hand she saw poking from the thick slathering of cum. She grabbed it and hauled. A pregnant looking girl came free, her rabbit ears limp with cum. She choked and a slurry of white left her lips, pouring over her belly as she sat up.

"Th-thanks!"

Tarra ignored her, already reaching for the next girl.

She worked quickly, pulling and tugging apart the girls just enough for there to be room to breathe. Slick with cum girls spillled over each other, clutching at each other's cum bellies as they desperately drew in air.

It was a disaster scene and a half, with breathy girls spilling across the bed as Tarra worked, girls falling onto the floor, their legs and arms and bodies entwining in the slick slipperiness of their cummy covering. The disturbed cum didn't seem happy about this, and was slowly moving toward their pussies, oozing inside and filling them larger.

Worse, there were a lot more here than she had realised, apparently the river of cum had deposited nearly everyone from the great hall in this one spot before draining away.

She wondered what had happened to the centaur.

She was just moving a woman with absurdly long legs aside when he found her answer, a blonde framed face, a blouse so soaked with cum it was transparent.

The Oni crouched down and cleared the centaur's eyes and mouth.

Was she still alive?

She got her answer in a moment as with a cough she awoke, spluttering and spitting cum.

"Are you okay?"

"N-no! Oh god, I need to be in someone, it's too much, they're too fuuuuullll!"

Tarra blinked. "What are?"

The centaur gave her wide worried eyes and then glanced downward.

The Oni followed her gaze, down her body, down her horse part and between her legs where two white orbs lay.

She had thought them cum bellies of yet more maids, but looking now, as cum started to slough of them, she realised her mistake.

The veins on them stood proud, and the surface looked as hard as iron. A pair of testicles that defied belief lay between the centaur's legs. A pair of testicles that rumbled and growled, and as she watched inched larger.

"Wha-WHY ARE THEY SO LARGE!?"

"It's the collar, on my- on my p-penis! Look!"

And she did look. There appeared to be a band of gold on the base of the centaur's dick that she hadn't noticed before, one glowing with pink jewels.

Unfortunately, she recognised what it was.

"Why in the hell do you have a collar designed to imprison an s rank threat on your dick?"

"The head maid! she - it's her fault- and she can't remove it because it's broken! It's refusing to turn off!"

Tarra eyed the thing. Indeed it did not look… normal. Little pink sparks of electricity jumped between the gems and it was vibrating ominously, letting out a low bass buzzing sound.

"You've got to break it! Quickly! I can't reach it myself!"

"Uh, yeah, no chance, those things are made by Dwarven Princes to imprison Balrogs."

"Then I- I need to fuck you."

"Come again?"

"You need to let me have sex with you!"

The sudden request set her off balance. Not that Tarra was against the idea, her loins were thoroughly stirred up and it had been such a long time since her last lay, being out on campaign tended to cause that problem. Oh, and she had been paying attention to the maids, their extreme bliss, their well fucked state that tickled her curiosity, could she be like that? The sight of seeing her teenage rival so upset by such a thing only made her want it more. She imagined displaying her centaur made gape to the teenager, showing she would never be big or good enough to satisfy her. Imagining the teenager's dismayed expression was enough to make her wet.

But still.

"Why would I do such a thing?"

"Because if you don't my balls are going to burst and freaking kill meeee!"

A laugh came from behind.

"Hey, you know you're going to have to do it Tarra, you haven't got a choice. As you said, she's Lady Alexandria's guest."

She glared back at the teenager who was casually exploring the new shapes of her changed body, one hand fondling her soft breast as the other moved up and down her shaft.

"What? I'm right, aren't I? This isn't some door, this centaur can't be allowed to die."

"And I would become like the maids," said Tarra softly.

The teenager froze. She clearly had not thought that far ahead, and now she had the mental image was crashing through her mind.

"Uh, wait, wait a second, maybe she could last until Lady Alexandria awakens, m-maybe we could get some healing potions, splash them over her balls or something… wait, Tarra, wait what are you doing? Stop! I SAID STOP!"

Too late, Tarra turned to the centaur and firmly nodded her head.

The Oni had barely finished nodding in agreement before the centaur leapt on her, eyes wild with a feral hunger. The Oni found herself flung down on the maid covered bed, her sopping clothes ripped away in an instant.

Just as the teenager had found she was able to do nothing beneath the centaur's insane strength. A strength that vastly outstripped both her and Ryoka. In fact, she got the sense that the two generals in comparison to this centaur may as well be equals, much like in comparison to Lady Alexandria any difference between them was negligible compared to the difference between them and the dragoness.

Just who was this centaur?

The centaur quickly arranged her, lying her on her back, spread-eagled atop a pile of cum filled girls. Of course, everyone and everything was still coated in thick piping hot horse semen and she could feel it moving over her skin, wriggling on a microscopic level.

Shadow moved over her, the centaur. In effect an entire horse, more than an entire horse, which was a lot of mass.

A weight fell between her breasts and she looked down to see a monster of a cock parting her chest, her soft breasts spread to either side of the massive throbbing horse dick, the head as broad as a plate. She swallowed noisily, a little saliva on her lip. She was going to take this entire thing? It was going inside of her?

She suddenly felt like a nervous little bride before consummating her marriage. Which was frankly ridiculous! She was a general in a dragon's army, a powerful Oni who could crush dozens of enemies singlehandedly, demolishing monsters and commanding hundreds.

She had also recently been made a bratty teenager's bitch, but she tried to forget that part.

It was a lot of dick for one woman, several times more dick that should be reasonable, but then the maids had taken it fine right? Clearly loving what seemed an impossible fit, their bodies taking massive amounts of length and girth like it was nothing.

Her breathing still accelerated and came in gasping pants as the centaur moved back and the heavy blunt tip was slooooowly dragged down her body, its nubbed surface scraping away a line of cum on her cum slathered abdomen.

Despite herself, she let out a little gasp as the heavy meat fell between her thighs, resting on top the surrounding cum bellies. Tarra's knees turned inward.

She couldn't imagine being less general like and authoritative in that moment, or perhaps she could as the centaur started to lean, pressing the vast tip against her shiny with wet puss.

Then the centaur thrust forward, desperate to be sleeved in fresh pussy, desperate to ease her painfully overfilled balls, she penetrated the Oni with everything she had, in one brutal thrust.

Tarra opened her mouth to scream but was unable to let out a sound, only capable of watching, eyes popping out of her head as her muff stretched paper-thin around the thigh thick intruder and an obscene bulge rose up her abdomen, her blue skin tenting out with horse dick, her muscular stomach stretching around the unforgiving shape.

Even flexing her abdomen did nothing to slow the long thrusting penetration, her powerful abdominal muscles squeezing down on the horse dick only left them straining, six pack outlined over the shape of centaur penis.

The bulge rose and rose, three foot and seven inches of fat fucking horse dick slowly sliding into her, stretching her like nothing in her life, pressing up between her breasts, this time from inside of her, parting them, it just kept going and going and going! There was always more centaur, more dick scraping her up, filling her, spreading her insides. THERE WAS SO MUCH!

The massive cock bulge eventually came to a stop, the vibrating gold collar pressing up against her clit.

It was then that her senses which had been numbed by the sheer shock of being penetrated came back online.

And the entire sensation of being so massively penetrated crashed over her in one single moment.

"OH!! OHhhHhh!!! AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

She threw her head back and screamed as hard as she could, her white hair flinging around her face, eyes rolling up as lighting tore through her body, every single pleasure cluster activating at once in one singular moment.

Fluid sprayed up from her pussy in a straight line she came so hard, a creamy spray that hosed down the centaur's under barrel and washed layers and layers of horse cum away in a slurry of breeding batter, rinsing down cum bellies in every direction in masses of squirt as the next orgasm crashed over her mind and her squirting redoubled.

It was too much! Too much! The centaur needed to stop! At least give her time to get used to it!

But despite her legs kicking and thrashing and her ankles drumming against the stallion's thighs she didn't even slow the centaur from withdrawing, the massive length lighting up her insides with things she had never even imagined possible, pleasure that made her vision swim, and her mind melt, her muscles spasming over and over and over even as the centaur's hips moved back.

The centaur finished withdrawing, just the head outlined in the Oni's tummy, then she thrust

back in and it all started over, how was she this sensitive! She was a general and- and-

"Ah, AH, AH! AAAIIHHEEEEEEEE!!"

She squealed with joy, clutching desperately at the huge horse barrel above her.

This was fucking incredible! She'd never felt anything like it in her entire life! Forget Ryoka, no male would ever come close to giving her this!

She completely and fully understood the maids' worshipful state now.

Behind the happily wailing Oni an increasingly agitated Ryoka watched with furious eyes.

She watched as the powerful Tarra was turned into a feminine cock sleeve, her eyes alighting on the bulge that protruded from the Oni's stomach, the sheer size of that cock!

She glanced down at her own member. It had grown significantly from her normal state. Her adaptation had never worked in a sexual way before, there just hadn't been the right environment to trigger such a thing.

But it was still nothing in comparison to the centaur, and her jealous envy boiled in her guts.

Her cock throbbed stiffly too. As violently jealous of the centaur as she was.

First the centaur made ruin of her favorite maids, and now she was using her recent conquest in the Oni as her own?

The teenager scowled even as her hands worked her shaft. She needed both hands for it now, her hands were small and her cock was very large.

She continued to masturbate herself as she watched the object of her jealousy, the centaur, turn the Oni into a howling cumming mess.

Her jerking hands moved faster and faster, the comparison was just unfair! She was just so much larger! She worked her shaft until she couldn't take it anymore and with a cry of anger she leapt toward the Oni, her hands slapping down on either side of her head, pulling it back, and thrusting her hips forward.

R-Ryoka- ahn! wha- st-" SCHLURRK!

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as her cock pushed past the Oni's lips and slid down her throat in one long motion, her neck bulging outward as Tarra was filled with the teenager's cock, she had no testicles as a Chameleokin herm so her puffy pussy openly smeared against Tarra's face.