Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2018 13:45:30 +0200
From: poke dave <pokedaveslim@gmail.com>
Subject: The wanderer - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Gnash

Yahorsh and Fomag had been by my side for as long as I could remember. When
I watched them fall, watched them die, watched them being eaten, never
before had I felt so powerless. I was being held in a magic suppressing
grip, unable to use my power. My heart was heavy with loss and left no room
for anything but a dull sense of utter defeat. The only ray of light was
that my new protégé Rey, the boy who might be the only one able to
become powerful enough to defeat the demons that are assaulting this world,
was sensible enough to remain hidden. All was not lost for the world,
although all seemed lost for me.  When the hideous zombies, once human
before being resurrected as monsters, pushed me into a cage, I had no
spirit left to resist. As I was being transported off, the magic
suppression lessened and I focused my energy as best I could. Trying to
fight my way out would be useless, but there are many branches of magic,
and the one I showed most affinity to was the school of Sight. Past,
present and future were all visible to me. In dreams and visions, I had
relived the demon army's previous invasion, over a thousand years ago, and
how they were defeated by the Chosen Circle, a small band of heroes. I had
seen how the demons prepared for this new invasion for ages while being
sealed in the underworld, how the Lord of Carnage had seized control and
started his plans to envelop the world in a cloud of lust. I had envisioned
how the mist constantly oozing from the demons will drive any living
creature to madness, until only one thing remained in their thoughts: the
need to fuck whatever holes they could put their dicks in (or whatever they
could put in theirs). I had glimpsed the result: one great pan-terrestrial
orgy of constant sex resulting in all living creatures's self-neglect and
ultimately their demise. A result where finally nothing remains but barren
soil and water and listless undead demons. A future where even the demon
overlords become so bored that they prayed they could die. A result that
had seemed inevitable, no matter how much I had scouted the temporal planes
for alternative solutions, all in vain. But there was one thing I had not
foreseen: Rey. In all my visions, he had never crossed my path. I had never
seen him before, and I could still not see his future. It's like he was
never meant to be here. But if he was invisible to my Sight, then perhaps
he could make a yet unseen future come to pass. And so I focused on
Rey. Perhaps I would never be able to see his past or future, but I waa
able to see his present. Mayhap the connection we had come to share after
our night of bonding was strong enough to allow this. I was mortified to
see Rey continuing to follow our trail, even after his encounter with Moira
the witch. Moira was a legend. An ancient creature. A member of the Chosen
Circle who defeated the demons about a thousand years ago. Oh, how I wished
that we could have made her acquaintance together. That we could have
requested her instructions to improve our magical prowess. Perhaps we might
have even convinced her to take up arms alongside us. But alas. Rey ignored
her warnings and almost got himself killed. When I saw him dying, I
despaired. I clung to his soul, trying to keep it from departing to the
afterlife but there was not much I could do from such a distance. However,
I felt the presence of other forces helping me. There was Moira. There was
another unidentified presence. In the end, however, it was Rey himself who
mustered the will to put a halt to his own death. I attempted to admonish
him to gain more power before coming back me. I was not certain whether or
not my message was well received, but I believed it was. Rey turned another
path and left the accursed woods behind him. Oh Rey, you are my only hope!
Meanwhile I was still being transported. I kept my focus and followed his
adventures. It felt like I became one with him, like a dream where I could
see everything through his eyes, feel everything through his mind.

After Rey had made his way out of the dark forest, he wandered around
without a true purpose. He realized that he needed to get stronger, but
that he would require some help to achieve this goal. A magic tutor would
be nice, but he was still clueless about this world and had no idea where
to find any towns, cities, academies or whatnot. As he trotted on in a
random direction, vast plains and lush wildlife were gradually replaced by
dry, barren land until he finally found himself walking on the infertile
sands of the Arendar desert. The sun beat down on him relentlessly and the
heat was intensified by the dry sand which stretched out around him as far
as the eye could see. In this featureless environment he had lost his
direction and was unable to backtrack to where he came from. Without
supplies and with next to no knowledge how to survive in this habitat, he
found himself parched, sunburnt and longing for any shade he could get. But
the cloudless skies were as dry as anything else here, and there was
nothing to blot out the sun. His mind started reeling.  'I have to
keep... Moving... Will not... Die again.' he muttered to himself. He
reached the top of a dune and from there he spotted what looked to be a
cactus in the distance. The sand shifted under his feet treacherously when
he ran towards it, desperate for a sip of fluid. There should be potable
sap inside, he thought. He placed his hands on the cactus to break it open
but was quickly dissuaded by the pointy stingers digging into his
palms. Damnit, he had lost his knife during the wolf's assault. But he got
an idea. He channeled the heat from the sun beating down on him and lit the
cactus on fire, trying his best to keep it burning only lightly, so as to
scorch just the stings without burning the entire plant. It worked and he
dissipated the fire. Not waiting for the cactus to cool down, he burned his
hands slightly as he cracked open the cactus. Sure enough, a thick creamy
liquid seeped out of it. Guzzling in any drops he could get a hold of, Rey
found it did little to relieve his thirst. In fact, the cactus sap had a
pungent taste, vaguely familiar. Like... Alcohol? Straining under the
influence from dehydration and intoxication, he stumbled on deliriously. He
thought he saw a pool of water, which then disappeared as soon as he got
near. A shading tree... No, just another Fata Morgana. He imagined men
laughing as he stumbled from one vision to the next, all tricks of the
mind. Finally, he crashed down onto the scorching sand, the last vision
being that of a few men on horses standing before him. He looked up to see
them. Four, five, six? Three? No, seven? His vision was too blurry to
determine the exact number. He seemed to hear muffled voices, but his
consciousness failed.

When he came to, Rey found himself bathing in a pool of fresh water. It
felt comfortably warm, but cooler than the air around him. He looked around
and saw a lush forest canopy shading off the burning heat from the sun. In
the distance between the trees, he could make out the yellow desert sand,
where the forest ended. Hoofbeats on soft soil sounded behind him, so he
turned around to look.  Behind where he had been sitting, he saw eight
horse legs standing firmly on the ground. Four white, four brown. The
continuing hoofbeats suggested that someone else was approaching. As his
gaze wandered up, he took in the two horses' bodies. Majestic soft hairs
covered their bodies, but like always his eyes were drawn mostly towards
their cocks. Heavy balls hung low beneath their bodies. From the sheaths,
their members protruded and hung languidly towards the ground. They were
not fully erect, but both clearly showed signs of arousal. From his
viewpoint they looked ridiculously huge. If he had to make a guess, it'd be
almost 50 cm for the white one, and only slightly less for the brown
one. Both looked thicker than his own wrist. When he was done ogling the
horses' packages, his eyes moved up to the riders. Or... He should have
known! The horses and riders actually shared one body. The short fur on the
heavily muscled horse bodies went over into human abdominal muscles, no
less impressive and also covered in hair, albeit a slightly longer, human
variety. The man with the white horse body looked rather old, around
halfway into his fifties, while the bay was probably in in his early
forties. Rey wasn't usually into older men, but these guys were definitely
handsome. He was vaguely aware of his own member chubbing up. He spoke up
to divert his attention: 'Hello friends. Thank you for saving me out
there. I really cannot thank you enough... I am afraid that I do not have
anything to repay you with, though.'  The men stared at him with a stern
expression, not seeming to have any intention to reply.
'Do. You. Understand. Me.?'  They shared a look with each other. After a
few seconds, the white one spoke: 'We understand you perfectly well, young
human. We do not need your gratitude. We merely did what we believed to be
the right thing to do. We carried you to our hot spring. The water's
healing properties did the rest. You should feel healthier than ever. We
only ask that you leave as soon as possible and tell nobody about our
oasis. Not ever. Now come, we will share a meal and then you can be on your
way.'  ' Sure, whatever', Rey thought, a bit taken aback by the lack of
warmth in their reception. But still, this was more hospitality than he
could have hoped for. A nice refreshing bath and some food were more than
welcome. Then a third centaur arrived at the scene. Rey was instantly
smitten. Along galloped a striking young man, likely in his early twenties,
brown-skinned in a darkish hue, his slender torso glistened with pearls of
light sweat running down the silky-smooth skin. A thin patch of thin black
chest hair adorned his firm pectorals and a faint trail lead down on an
otherwise smooth body. The horse part of his body sported a short, pitch
black fur that was imposing and magnificent to see. The treasure trail
continued on the equine part of body, slightly longer hairs leading the way
to his hidden riches. His penis was still fully sheathed when he arrived,
but his balls swung low. He stopped abruptly when he saw me.  'Hi', he
croaked, with an accompanying awkward wave. 'I didn't know we had a guest.'
The shy demeanor struck a sharp contrast with his regal looks. Rey got up
out of the water, his body plainly exposed, introduced himself again and
held out his hand to shake the dreamy stud's hand. The young centaur
hesitated for a moment, but then returned the gesture. Snorting sounds
escaped the other two mouths while, unseen by Rey from where he was
standing, the black horse cock started to grow rapidly to full erection
under its body.  'Enough, Ferenze, this traveler will soon be on his
way. Stop your obscene behavior at once.' The white stallion said.  'Yes,
Uncle.' Ferenze muttered as he reluctantly released his grip.  'Obscene?'
Rey interjected.  'Yes, we do not normally touch each other above the
waist. It is reserved for intimate moments. I know that this is different
for you humans, but my nephew should have known better than to oblige to
your customs. You would do well to take note of ours while you are
here. Now follow us. We have already prepared some food.'  As they turned,
Rey noticed Nimuj's cock slyly retracting back into its sheath. He followed
the three horse's tails while he admired the broad shoulders on the backs
of these men, towering high above him.

They did not have to walk far. Rey noticed that this was but a small
forest, an oasis centered around the spring he came out of and surrounded
by desert in all directions. He was led to a large rectangular rock that
served as a table. Displayed on it were multiple varied vegetable dishes,
all held in some sort of ceramic bowls. No meat. There were chopsticks to
eat with.  'Go on, have a taste'. The white horse spurred him on. All three
of them started eating, and Rey did not have to be told twice either. The
food was amazing, each dish appetizing a completely different palette. They
moved around the table while eating in silence.  'Now, I believe it is time
for you to go.' the elder said after all was finished.  Shit, already? Rey
would have liked to linger a bit longer, perhaps leave in the
morning. Ferenze had the same idea: 'Uncle, can't he stay the night? It
will be dark soon, there is no way that he will make it out of the desert
before then and he might freeze to death without any garments. Why save a
man and then send him out to die immediately after?'  The older centaur
seemed unimpressed, until the brown steed talked as well: 'He has a point,
Omar. Perhaps our guest... Rey... should stay until the morning. I do not
sense any hostility from him.'  'Fine.' Omar sighed. 'But he will be your
responsibility, Forgan. What do you say, Rey?'  'Thank you for your
hospitality, Sir. I will try not to be a burden.'  'Alright then. We have
already done our chores for the day, so I suppose you can join us for some
drinks and banter while we wait for sunset. Come, now that we have some
time, tell us about yourself. What brings you here?'  While sipping on
cacti cocktails, Rey shared his story. He left out only a few parts about
his more intimate moments with Kimchi and Gnash but made sure not to omit
the roaming demons that might ultimately prove a threat even to this
peaceful oasis. The centaurs's faces darkened, but did not seem
surprised. In fact, Forgan responded by relating a story of hardship of
their own. 'There used to be more of us, you know. Our herd counted in the
dozens, but they are all gone now. Our females died first. They were the
warriors of our tribe, you see, known as the Amazons. We stallions are
generally trained in defensive and healing magic, not in fighting skills.'
Rey wondered how and why they were so muscled then, but decided it might be
an impolite question. He listened on. 'Anyway, we used to live far from
here on the plains of Aceron, where a few weeks ago a band of unholy
creatures, similar to those which you just described, passed through. Our
herd had a pact with the Alliance to serve as protectors of the region, so
we felt obliged to stop them from reaching the Human kingdoms. We laid in
wait to ambush them when they passed, but our battle plan failed. My wife,
Omar's daughters, Ferenze's sister, everyone we knew and cared for... They
all died within moments. A few of the demons fell too, but not
enough. After that, they attacked whomever of our herd that still
remained. Only the three of us managed to flee to safety. We are not proud
of what we did, but the only choices were fleeing or certain death. I fear
that the demons have long reached the Humans by now and I can only pray
that they had more luck fighting them off. I don't think there is much we
can do to help now that it is just the three of us left... *sigh*' Rey was
shocked to hear how these fearsome centaurs, who sounded like a force to be
reckoned with, were decimated with ease. Yet his rsolution would not
falter, it only strengthened his resolve to fight and he would not rest
until he saved Gnash. Saved me, I remembered. And he hoped the centaurs
might still be able to help him.  'I am sorry to hear that. It must have
been horrible. But listen, they have captured my friend and he may still be
alive. I intend to free him, but I must become stronger. Can you help me?
Teach me your magic? Perhaps direct me to someone else who can help?'  Omar
answered: 'Hmm. I believe you would be a fool to get close to these
creatures willingly. But it is your own choice to make... Perhaps we could
teach you a thing or two. However, you will have to prove yourself worthy
first. It is an ancient custom that you must pass a trial before we can
impart you with our wisdom. In the past, that usually meant a duel with one
of our amazons, but that is obviously not an option now. I believe I may
have another task for you. You can set out tomorrow morning. Ferenze will
lead you to a nearby cave that we have not yet been able to explore. You
must scout for us, see if the cave is inhabited by any creatures that could
pose a threat, or perhaps if there are any forgotten treasures. Who knows,
you might find something useful for yourself too. A set of clothes,
perhaps.' he chuckled. 'I believe we have some weapons around here.  You
should take one with you tomorrow, just in case... Let me see if I can get
you something suitable.'  Ferenze and Forgan watched Rey in silent
contemplation while Omar went looking for a weapon. He returned shortly.
'Here, a fine spear for you. It has been crafted from obsidian runestone by
a Dwarven mastersmith. Try not to lose it, there are not many of its
kind. Come on, give it a swing.  'OK, fine. I'm not very used to melee
combat, or combat of any kind to be honest, but let me give it a feel.'
Rey took the spear and examined it for a moment. The design looked simple
without many ornaments, yet worked out with obvious care. The tip was
razor-sharp and looked like it could cut through anything. The shaft was
not wooden as he had expected, but made from a light yet sturdy stone
material. Rey stepped back and gave it a swing. He wasn't a connoisseur,
but the weapon felt like a perfect extension of his hands, the weapon light
enough for his modest strength, but the tip sufficiently heavy for powerful
swings. He whirled it around a few times and accidentally nicked a tree in
the process. The blade had cut clean through half the trunk without giving
him much resistance. Wow, this was awesome. Ferenze and Forgan applauded at
the performance, probably more amused from the cacti cocktail intoxication,
rather than from his actual skill. Still, Rey felt flattered and made a
playful bow to his audience. They drank and talked some more by a warm fire
as the darkness settled. The temperature dropped somewhat, but the biting
cold of a desert night was held at bay by the forest oasis. Finally, they
agreed to get some rest and Rey slept by the fireside on a bed of
leaves. The centaurs slept standing up.

Rey woke to the feeling of a warm body against his. He opened his eyes to
stare right up Forgan's face, who seemed to have picked him up, held him in
his arms and carried him away carefully without making any noise.  'What's
happening?' Rey whispered.  'Oh, you are awake. Just in time. I have taken
you away from the others...' He laid Rey down onto the ground. Rey could
see the brown centaur's horse cock standing at full erection.  '...To have
some private time. I want you, Rey, let me sink myself into you, let me
breed that tight human hole of yours and spatter my seed inside.' he said
in a strange lustful voice.  'No way! Please, I cannot do this. Look at the
size of you, it could kill me!'  Although Rey had to admit that he was
turned on by the idea of this centaur stud fucking him silly, his common
sense screamed that it was way too dangerous. He had already been taken
against his will once, and almost once more before. He had had enough of
it!  'Please Forgan, don't do this!'  'You can deny, but I see that you
want it too. Your own member is standing at full attention.'  Rey cursed
his own body, his dick always betraying him at the worst possible
moments. He thought about running, but how could he outrun a centaur?
Leaving no room for further debate, Forgan flipped him over into a position
on hands and knees and crawled over him. The tip of the humongous penis
pushed at the entrance to his hole, but was too big to immediately fit.
'Please, Forgan, stop this now.' He pleaded again. He tried to buy some
time, he would not take this. He started to focus his mind, intent on
burning down the entire forest if need be.  'Uncle! Contain yourself! This
is not like you!' Ferenze's voice thundered.  Forgan
paused. 'I... What... What am I doing? You are right. I am sorry Rey.' he
said, removing his body away from him. 'I don't know what came over me. It
is as if I was in a trance. It is just... We have gone without mares for so
long and you seemed lustful for us. I just couldn't contain myself. I am
truly sorry. Will you forgive me?'  Rey pondered his next move. He watched
Forgan, then Ferenze. Both were fully hard, their huge tools straining
below their bodies, sometimes twitching up to their bellies. The sexual
tension was palpable. He was definitely also horny as hell himself.
'Fine. Considering the warm welcome you guys gave me, I am happy to forgive
you. Perhaps, I can even still help you out with your little... big
problem,' he said with a glance at Forgan's erection. Rey dropped back to
his knees and crawled under the bay horse body. He took a moment to inspect
the huge dick from up close. The flared cockhead was about as large as his
fist. The shaft was a bit thinner near the tip but steadily increased in
girth again towards the base. Getting fucked by this would be nothing less
than shoving an entire arm up your butt. But Rey had another plan. He took
in the musky smell, which was intoxicating and urged him to take a
lick. The cock twitched in excitement. He wrapped both hands around the
shaft as far as he could and started moving along it slowly. At the same
time, his tongue worked its way around the head. The strong taste was
different than anything he had had before, but so good. Unable to get
enough of it, he flicked his tongue over it faster and faster, getting
heady from the taste and smell. He soon worked his tongue into the piss
slit and revelled in the even stronger musky taste. He started practically
eating it out with circling and fucking motions from his tongue. Forgan
started to gently shove his dick into Rey's face, who opened his mouth
wider to let it in. It wasn't an easy fit, but eventually the slicked up
cock head pushed into his mouth. He heard a gasp above him.  'This is
amazing. Don't stop. Let me in, let me in deeper. Oh yes!' Forgan uttered.
Rey welcomed him in further, trying his best to keep his teeth from
scraping, while also straining not to dislodge his jaw. His mouth had never
been this full. Forgan could not hold back on thrusting - slightly but
firmly, pushing up to Rey's throat and back out all the way to the front
teeth. Then back in again. Forgan muttered incoherent 'ooh's and 'aah's and
'yeah's, as he neared his orgasm. Without further warning, Rey felt cum
flooding into his mouth. The first huge jet hit him in the throat and made
him almost choke. Gagging and coughing, he pulled the cock out of his
mouth. Undeterred, Forgan' s seed kept on pumping from his dick like water
from a fire hose. A few jets later, Rey was almost completely covered from
head to toe. He rubbed his hands all over himself spreading the warm fluid
out even more and shuddered from the sensations it gave him. It was an
unimaginably erotic sensation. As he watched Forgan's cock slowly retreat
into its sheath, he scooped his hands up to his mouth and sipped some of
the pungent cum. The musky aroma turned him on so much. The initial salty
taste dissipated and left a sweet aftertaste. His hands moved to stroke his
own cock with the horse cum for lube. He couldn't remember ever having been
so hard before. Each soft stroke over his cockhead sent shivers through his
entire body like electric shocks and making his cock twitch as his own
precum mingled with the horse cum. He was so close to his orgasm, when he
caught a movement from the side.

Ferenze walked up to him. He looked amazingly sexy in the faint moonlight
shining down between the treetops. Rey had almost forgotten that Ferenze
had been watching, but now he felt the need, the lust, the compulsion to
please the one centaur he wanted most of all. He walked up to his black
beauty and ran his wet hand along the hard abs. This elicited a loud moan
from the young stud, who was not used to being touched above the waist, Rey
remembered. His hands moved up to one of the stud's firm breasts and he
pinched a nipple. Another loud moan. Rey could swear that he saw Ferenze
fighting the urge to come there and then, but Rey wouldn't let that happen
without that cock in his mouth. He heard Forgan discreetly retreating,
leaving the two young men to enjoy each other. Rey started by taking
Ferenze's cock in both hands. It was of a deep black color, roughly the
same length as Forgan's but slightly thinner, especially the head. His
hands rubbed all over the pole, but Rey purposely avoided the more
sensitive tip. He started using more of his body, took the pole in a tight
hug and moved his arms and stomach over it. Nimuj started thrusting into
this moist embrace, Rey's body still lubricated with cum. Rey could see
that Ferenze wouldn't last long, so he moved along the shaft until he
managed to place his face so that the thrusts slid between his arms into
his willing mouth. He wouldn't let this end without getting another
mouthful of cum. It only took a few more strokes before he got what he
wanted. This time, Rey was able to swallow three gulps before he had to
pull the cumhose out of his mouth. It tasted younger, sweeter, sexier
somehow than the older centaur's seed. While Ferenze spurted out four more
bucket-worth jets of cum over his body, Rey jacked his own cock furiously
with his one free hand. It didn't take long before his own cock
erupted. His spurts of cum looked almost shamefully small in comparison,
but the accompanying orgasm was no less mind-blowing. His knees buckled and
he fell to the ground. After about a minute, Ferenze had recovered a
bit. He picked Rey up and lifted him, the sticky cum making perverse sound
effects as he was pulled into a tight embrace. Ferenze leaned in for a
kiss. The velvet lips touched his own, and time seemed to stand
still. Ferenze pushed his lips inside and they wrestled gently with their
tongues. Without breaking their makeout session, Ferenze walked them
towards the pool. Once in the water, they washed each other clean, each
enjoying the feel of the other's body in the after-bliss of their
orgasms. Ferenze often moaned under Rey's touch, which Rey thought of as
unbelievably cute. He almost wanted to start all over again, to milk that
horse anew. But the combination of darkness, warm water, lack of sleep and
physical and mental exhaustion left them sleepy, so they quietly returned
to the fireside and resumed their sleep. They could use some rest before
embarking on their exploration adventure tomorrow.


End of chapter 6