The golden fruit was surprisingly good, Dancer found, munching on a piece of it, though golden juice ran down her chin and dripped over her breasts.  Valor brought a bucket of soapy water, and a clean cloth as she kneeled behind Dancer, and drew the cloth from the bucket, and pressed it between the little filly's netherlips, drawing a groan from the pony as she was washed, shuddering as the cloth brushed over that new piercing in her clit, feeling the barbs tugging, and the spiked bead rolling across it as she squirmed, even as gentle as Valor tried to be while cleaning the gnoll's seed from her.

Taking a shuddering breath as she swallowed, Dancer twisted to try and look back, "You said you'd tell me some things, what happened to the last sacrifice from my herd?" she asked.

Valor looked up as she worked to wipe Dancer's cunny clean, getting all of the gnoll's seed out was impossible, but she didn't want to leave her a cum drooling mess, the next arrivals tended to be more finicky about such things.  "Every few years another of the clans has to send a girl for this sacrifice, to face these rituals, that may tell you some of what is to come next.  But the last Centaur… A generation ago… she was a sweet girl, but as promised, these rituals change one."

Valor shook her head, "She tried to go back to her life, to her tribe, but it was never the same, she could never find a place with any of the other tribes, but after a few years, once she finished growing up, she eventually left the lands, seeking her fortune elsewhere, I don't know what her fate was after that.

Dancer looked sad at that, lowering her eyes and looking forwards again, trembling as Valor worked the cloth carefully around Dancer's clit, drawing a little whimpering moan from her, her body tensing as she arched her back, rolling her head back, as Valor whispered softly, "Sorry, juice was a little sticky… there," she murmurs, drawing the cloth away, before using a handful of water from the other bucket to lightly splash over Dancer's nethers to wash away the soap, drawing a little squeal from her at the cold!

Valor giggles at Dancer's response, her fingers sliding along the young filly's lips again, lightly parting them as she teased them, just wiggling her fingertips a little, making Dancer squirm and let out little sounds, "It doesn't have to be that way, I'll help how I can, if I can, in ages past the chosen girls have been emissaries to the other tribes, cut loose from their tribes structures and politics they can make their own, help bring peace and prosperity."

Dancer panted a little, though she didn't tell the dryad to stop with the teasing, feeling her arousal rising again as Valor's fingers dipped in deeper, drawing the arousal out and tracing the moisture along her lips, "Maithga said I could go to her, and she would start peace talks with the herds… she wasn't lying?"

"Its bad manners to lie to the chosen one, though you will have to decide for yourself… but I think she is trustworthy, but it will not be easy," Valor told Dancer softly as her fingers stroked up and down Dancer's labia, enjoying the little sounds and reactions of the preteen filly's body to her touch, "so responsive," she murmured, which made Dancer blush.

Finally Valor rose, and moved with the soapy cloth around before Dancer, kneeling down there, and starting to wash away where the painted mud had been disturbed, carefully cleaning up the girl's face, and over her breasts, though the cold water again made her shiver, her nipples hardening, that the Dryad took a minute to pinch and tweak with little giggles at Dancer's gasps and twitches.

"She scares me, a lot… but… I don't know why she made me feel both safe and wanted too," Dancer murmured, trying to endure the teasing, and the washing as she shivered, though a particularly hard pinch from the dryad made her help and twitch, "Ow!"

Valor giggled again, rubbing Dancer's nipple to sooth it, "I'm not the only one that enjoy watching, and making you squirm.  Maithga /should/ scare you, she is a vicious, bloodthirsty warrior, a cruel sadist, and an implacable enemy.  But you are not her enemy, you may be her toy, you could be her lover and confidant, or just her plaything… but she is a mother, and I think you bring some of those instincts out in her."

Dancer let out a soft sigh and settled again, nodding as she considered.  Valor rose and returned a few minutes later with white paint mud, and spent a few minutes touching up the mud paint covered the filly's form, before she moved to straddle Dancer's back, and pressed up against her human back, gently drawing the filly to rest against her breasts, "Its going to be a couple of hours before the next group arrives, close your eyes and rest," she murmurs.

Dancer wanted to protest some… but she was exhausted as she leaned back, letting out a soft sigh, as Valor's fingers stroked along her stomach and over her breasts, and ran through her hair, gentle touches as Valor sang a soft lullaby, lulling the filly to sleep.

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Hours later, Dancer stretched as sounds beyond the glade rose, hooves, armor clanking, heavy metal shod steps that weren't from hooves.  She blinked, stretching slowly as Valor looked up, and pulled Dancer's hair aside a moment to kiss the back of her neck, "Stay strong."

Dancer nodded as the dryad rose, heading towards the source of the sound, the filly feeling stiff, but not as bad as she expected, pulling at her arms and legs in the root bindings cocooning them, working to try and flex her fingers, but even those felt bound and immobilized.  She sighs, and gave herself a little shake, and a yawn, still not feeling hungry after the fruit she had eaten before.

At the edge of the glade, the waterfall of crimson leaves parted, briefly revealing the sunset beyond illuminating the sky, though the light in the glade seemed caught forever in twilight.  Through the waterfall stepped three men, humans, one well armored, stand up and back as rigid as a ramrod.  Besides him was a seedier looking man with a scraggly black beard, but his robes marked him as a wizard or sorcerer.  

The third looked to be a younger squire, mid to upper teens, older than Dancer, but also leading an absolutely massive war horse in by the reigns.  The stallion stood at least twenty hands tall, hooves the size of dinnerplates, and stocky, powerful in build, with a shimmery black mane and hide.  

Dancer's eyes went wide as she saw the stallion, larger than even the largest males of her herd, and she saw how the stallion's nostrils flared, smelling her heat, her heart dropping as the stallion pulled at his reigns, nearly dragging the squire along before the squire gave a sharp command and the stallion settled a little, but was clearly restless.

The knight took a look back at the stallion a moment, before looking back to Valor, and then the bound filly, his eyes taking in her nudity and the white markings painted upon her form with a cool gate, rigid and formal, bowing his head curtly to the filly, and then to Valor, "The King Alexander sends his greetings and us as his emissaries.  I am his sworn knight and first in command of his forces, Sir Gregory.  This is his advisor and court magus, Xavier, and his squire Bartholemew to handle his steed Maximus Rex."

Valor nods, and curtseys, even though she wore no skirts, "Welcome to my glade, I am Shadow's Valor before the Rising Dawn, call me Valor.  And this is Playful Dancer in the Dappled Moonlight, and is commonly called Dancer."

Dancer was at a bit of a loss at the formality from the knight, but nodded her head as she was introduced, letting out a timid, "Hello…" to them, her blue eyes wide.  Xavier could hardly take his eyes off of the young filly's body, and instead of making her embarrassed, the lecherous quality made her shiver like she could feel what he wanted to do to her crawling on her skin.  

The squire bowed as he was introduced, but quickly straightened to keep attention on the stallion, but kept stealing furtive glances at the nude filly, unable to help but be drawn to her beauty and nudity.  The stallion snorted, nostrils flaring, and with the presence of the filly in heat, growing restless as a dangling, black cock started to drop from his sheath.

The Knight nodded his greetings, and turned to Valor, "I find this sort of ritual… barbaric, but its in the treaties, we are able to take what we want of the sacrifice now, and make offers that she can decide to collect on later, correct?" formal and firm.

Valor nodded, "Yes, I am just here to facilitate, make any of your offers to Dancer directly.  Just remember that one of your king's emissaries must also spill their seed within her in some way, the beast alone will not suffice."

The knight nodded as Dancer swallowed hard, eyeing the increasingly randy stallion, but her attention was drawn back to the Knight as he approached, and drop to a kneel before her, looking up at him with wide eyes.

The knight looked at her with sympathy and pity, "The King desires a foal from a centaur and his warhorse.  The foal of a horse and a centaur is said to be a horse of exceptional power, grace, skill, and intelligence, though convincing a mare of your tribe to carry such a foal is nigh impossible.  As part of my orders, I am to let Maximus Rex attempt to breed you.  The offer is as follows, if you become pregnant from this union, please come to the castle, you will be cared for, rewarded, and we will help you birth the foal.  Our Magus can accelerate the pregnancy so you will only have to be with us for a week.  If you fail to become pregnant, we would extend the offer of reward and care if you come to us, and let us attempt to breed you again next time you are in heat, or if your heat persists, and you will be compensated just for the attempts.  Gold, favors, services, these are negotiable later."

Dancer's eyes were wide at the offer, but it was the size of the stallion, and the musk of his arousal that started to reach her senses that made her stomach flutter, and squirm in her restraints, her eyes flicking quickly between the two… there was no offer or chance to avoid the first breeding in this. It was going to happen. She wasn't sure a full grown mare could take that stallion and she was going to. Her breath was quickening rapidly as she started to panic.

Valor slipped over, and leaned in close, whispering to her as she stroked her hand down her back, "You'll be fine, i'll take care of you, breathe slower… in….. Out….. in…… out….. Thats a good girl… now focus on the knight right now, and answer him, tell him you'll think about the offer."

Dancer turned her head a little to Valor, listening, and swallowing as she tried to take comfort in the dryad's words, making herself breathe as she was told, in, out, in, out… slowly she managed to control herself though she still trembled, and looked back to the knight, "I will take your king's offer into consideration."

The Knight nodded, hand rising a moment as if he wanted to comfort the girl as well, but dropped his hand, "I am sorry little one," he whispered softly, "but I must follow my orders, and I hope you will be alright."  He straightened, though and spoke more loudly, "Thank you Dancer, I will bring your response to the King, and look forwards to your visits to the Castle if you so deign to grace us with your presence.  I would be happy to have you stay with me and my wife, we have a well made guest room on the ground floor."

Dancer nodded, a bit taken aback by his apology and his words, swallowing, "I-I understand Sir Gregory."  The knight stepped back, and her eyes slid back to the stallion who was pawing the mossy ground, his thick cock three feet long and at least five inches across as it rose along his stomach, slapping against his belly as she gaped and shuddered, whispering in a strained voice, "Goddess of the earth! I can't take that!"

The Knight stood back, and Valor drew away, clearing enough space so as to not interfere, the knight speaking, "I'm charged with seeing the breeding through, but then I will depart with him and the square, Xavier has offered to take care of the rest."  He looked to the squire, "Let Maximus go, he will take care of what he needs to."  

The squire nodded and draped the reigns up over the stallion's neck, and gave him a heavy pat on the neck, and the stallion gave a heavy snort, tossing his head as he almost pranced forwards, eager and showing off for the mare in heat he smelled, even though she was small, hardly worthy of his seed in his mind, and looked strange.

Dancer shivered, she couldn't prevent her body from reacting to the heavy musk she smelled, squirming, her vulva flexing, winking, trembling as the stallion pranced before her, the thick rod of flesh flexing up to slap against his belly again, a heavy glob of precum falling and splattering on the ground before her, splashing up against her belly, making her gasp with the warmth of it as it dripped down her stomach.

The stallion lowered his muzzle to nip at the filly's neck and shoulders, teeth biting hard, pinching, drawing a sharp little cry from her as her body tensed, skin reddening and bruising where she had been bitten, before the stallion pranced on, circling around behind her as she panted and shivered, starting to panic again, breath coming quicker, and making her breathe the heavy male musk of the stallion, her cheeks blushing red, nipples hardening as she trembled.

The Knight kept his eyes averted from directly watching the scene, disgusted by the whole thing, but fulfilling his duty.  The magus watched with a wicked interest, eyeing where the filly had been bitten, as well as her body's responses, the hardening nipples, the blush spreading over her shoulders, licking his lips.  The squire was a bit appalled by the situation, but the nude little girl part of the centaur was so cute and beautiful, taboo, and what was going to be done to her so violating and intimate, he couldn't help but peeking and watching as his pants tented.  Valor was closer, leaning against a sturdy rock, watching intently, enjoying the show, but still concerned about Dancer's wellbeing.

Dancer was oblivious to the four, her attention on the stallion as it moved behind her, his muzzle dipping down to her upraised rump, nipping and biting roughly at her tail, and then at her netherlips, broad tongue licking over her, making Dancer let out a little cry at the bite, her body clenching and shuddering, and letting out a little moan as she felt that broad tongue dragging across her quivering vulva, drenched with her arousal, her heat responding hard to him.

The stallion pulled back his lips as he scented the mare closely, making the funny faces as his thick cock jumped to slap against his stomach again.  Dancer shook her head quickly, struggling at her bonds helplessly, limbs all stuck in the solid roots enveloping them, "Nononono! Goddess no not him not a horsenothimnotahorsenono," her voice quickly, breathlessly pleading, as the stallion, leaped up against her back.

Dancer felt like she was going to be crushed beneath the huge male as he rested on her, gripping her more slender hips as his battering ram of a cock hammered forwards, making her cry out beneath his brutal, powerful thrusts as he mashed against her cunny, and with a grunt from the male, and a heavy splash of precum that drenched her lips, forced his thick head into her, drawing a sharp scream of pain from her as she was stretched wider than she had ever been before, the gnoll male had been nothing compared to this shock to her system.

Dancer let out another scream of pain that devolved into a heavy groan as Maximus heaved himself forwards, driving himself deep until he slammed into her cervix, stretching her cunny obscenely wide, the clit ring bouncing and rocking its spikes over her clit the lesser of the agonies right then as her body unwillingly clenched around the five inch thick cock spearing her, the cockhead even bigger than that as Maximus drew back and rammed again in hard, short, brutal thrusts against her cervix, heavy precum spurting with every thrust, filling her.

The brutalized filly leaned forwards, trying to lean away from the thrusts, squirming and struggling as her mouth was opened wide, gasping for breath and letting out a sobbing moan as the stallion battered deep inside her, her cervix slowly weakening, the preteen filly gasping for breath every time Maximus drew back, only to let out a sharp cry with every relentless thrust that rocked through her whole body.

As if he felt a growing weakness, and wanting to violate her womb, Maximus drew back further and gave another hard, brutal thrust and pushed through Dancer's cervix, another foot and a half of cock now sliding freely as it plunged mercilessly into the little filly's womb, the pain making her scream again sharply, but the impact of the massive cock in her womb driving the breath from her as she rocked forwards, feeling like her legs or arms might be pulled from their joints by their restraints and his thrusts.

Maximus leaned down and bit hard on Dancer's shoulder where it met her neck, making her let out a strangled, breathless cry, a sob wracking her as tears ran down her cheeks, not sure how she managed to take all of that massive stallion and still live.

Maximus was relentless though, drawing back until the crown of his cock was pulling on her cervix before ramming himself in again, and again, brustally raping the little filly until she was sure she was about to come apart, gasping and moaning breathlessly as every deep thrust pushed the very air from her lungs, leaving her to gasp as he drew back again for breath.

Again and again he drove into the tight little filly's sweet, warm body, taking his pleasure heedless of her suffering, thrust after powerful thrust pounding into her, before finally, mercifully he buried himself, huffing and panting as he was deep into Dancer's womb, thick cock flaring to nearly a foot across inside her womb, and powerful, potent jets of thick cum starting to pump with every jerk of his cock that felt like it was trying to lift Dancer up off the ground.

The little filly moaned, feeling the thickness swelling inside her, and the heavy flood of seed pumping into her womb, the spreading warmth swelling as she panted, shuddering, shaking her head as the feral equine seed was planted in her fertile womb, sure it was going to take root as she felt the disgust and revulsion of being bred and forced to carry the foal of a letter creature swelling in her, her stomach clenching like she wanted to heave as she gasped, tears running down her cheeks and dripping on her breasts as she leaned there, just recovering from the brutal rape, even as she felt more and more of the defiling seed filling her womb.

Maximus seemed content to rest there, taking his pleasure and fully empty his swollen nuts into the tight, sweet little filly, though he relaxed his mating bite on her shoulder, hooves moving down to the ground to support herself, standing fairly easily above Dancer's bound body, but making no move to withdraw.

With her front end down, the cum just pooled in her womb, her belly swelling, cum unable to escape her and gush out as it normally would as Maximus finally after several minutes drew back, stepping off and drawing a hard moan from Dancer as she felt that massive shaft pull from her womb, a wet slurp heard as the flare pulled from her cervix, dragged out of her, and finally popped free of her obscenely stretched pussy, leaving her gaping there as he stepped away.  

The squire moved forwards finally, moving to Maximus to collect the reins of the spent and now much more placid stallion, and the Knight stirred, looking at Dancer's exhausted form with some sympathy, her tanned skin glistening with sweat and still looking beautiful, if haggard, before shaking his head, motioning to the squire, "Come on, lets leave Xavier to his task and hope this breeding takes so we don't need to submit the sweet little filly to this beast again.  Oh, before I go, I have a gift from the king to the filly, it will mark her as the King's favored, it bears the king's crest, and is well enchanted to offer its wearer protection in battle," he says, pulling a pair of well crafted silver and gold bangles that bore a rampant stylized gryphon with amethyst eyes, that he gave to Valor.

The squire nodded as he stepped and led the stallion away, heading for the edge of the glade, and the knight waited until he was passing through, giving a solid look to Xavier, "Be gentle with her or i'll have you flogged."

"But ofcourse my lord!" Xavier replied, pressing his hands together as he gave a little bow, waiting and watching the two as the knight turned to leave with the stallion.  Valor just watched, passively, bemused, and while concerned for Dancer, she knew the girl had come through alive, hurting, but alive.

Rubbing his hands together, Xavier stepped forwards, clapping a little, "A marvelous little show, I'm surprised you took that beast, it looked like it hurt a great deal."

Dancer was still slowly trying to recover, and nodded, swallowing, her voice a bit hoarse as she spoke, "It did… a lot Magus Xavier…" she was not pleased that he was happy, and turned her attention to him, lifting her head a little as he stepped before her.  

He reached down to grip her chin and lift her head a little to look up at him, "You are a remarkably beautiful little filly, I would enjoy spending a lot of time with you.  While the Knight made offer of his residence to you, I would favor you too should you come stay with me for a while, let me… play and experiment.  Usually my taste is for girls, but perhaps with some magic I could turn you fully human, if for a little while."

Dancer wasn't sure she liked the sound of that, a shiver running through her as she looked up at him again, her lips parting, closing, before nodding, "I will consider your offer Magus," she replied, making Valor grin a moment before she wiped that expression away, and Magus chuckles.

"Very diplomatic answer little one, you learn quickly," glancing towards Valor, before turning his attention back to Dancer, leaning down to give her a kiss on the lips, his tongue sliding around her lips, as Dancer blushed from the attention and praise, letting out a little heated breath.

Xavier only let the kiss linger for a few moments before straightening, stepping around Dancer and ducking under the vines that bound her arms, moving around behind her to look at the mess the stallion had left behind.  Dancer squirmed a moment as she followed him, and saw his gaze taking in her still gaping cunny, and the veritable pool of horse cum within her womb.

With a wicked little smirk spreading across her lips, he motioned Valor closer as he addressed Dancer, "I have another offer for you, and this will require a much swifter response."  He lifted his hands, and with a few arcane words recited, amethyst sparks jumped between his hands and coalesced into a stack of four drinking cups, about the size a human would use at their dinner table.

"As the Knight mentioned, there is a reward for providing the King with a centaurblood foal from his war stallion," he took the first cup and handed the others to Valor as he leaned over Dancer, rolling up his robe's sleeve to the shoulder, and the filly furrowed her brow, unsure what he was doing as he placed a hand on her rump to brace himself, "The first, ten thousand gold galleons, a fortune by any measure, enough to set someone up for a long time, longer if they know how to invest their money."  

Holding up the cup to show Dancer, he then brought his hand and the cup to plunge into the filly's abused cunny, making her gasp and arch her back with a sharp moan as she felt his hand pushing inside her, deep, deeper, and with a little twisting, pushing the glass through her cervix into her womb where he scooped out a cup of cum, bringing it back out carefully so as to not spill much, and offering the dripping cup to Valor to take, while he took another.

Valor wrinkled her nose and moved to gingerly hold the cup, and placed it on a nearby flat rock, before turning back as Xavier held up the second cup, "The second, six thousand from the same bloodline, new bloodlines are more valuable, but he will take what he can get," he told Dancer as she shook her head, her body tensing in anticipation right before he plunged his arm and the second cup again deep into her, making her arch and squirm, shuddering at the violation she felt all the way down into her belly as he scooped a second cup from her, and brought it out to hand to Valor, while retrieving a third cup.

"The third foal is only worth three thousand gold galleons, and while not as much, between the three, someone could live like royalty themselves within the city," he told Dancer as she panted, looking back at him and shaking her head with a pleading look as he plunged the third glass deep into her, drawing a sharp moan from her as her body quivered, clenching tight and slick around his arm as it wriggled deep to retrieve the third glass, and drawing it out, and Dancer's body sagged panting.

Xavier passed the third glass to Valor, and took the forth glass, "Three foals from a single bloodline is all he is willing to pay for… but why the forth glass you ask?" the magus taunted with a grin, before plunging his whole arm and the glass deep into the filly again, scooping up a last glass of horse cum from her womb, and then drawing it out while the immature filly squirmed and cried out, almost coming again, her body shuddering as her vulva slurped over his hand as he drew it out of her again, and her body sagged again, with a few tears sliding down her cheeks.

Dancer's lithe little body was closing up again, but still caught hard in the grip of heat, and she almost wished he would have continued so she could cum again, feeling so close, but that sensation slowly tingling and dying away as she panted while Xavier walked around before her, letting out shuddering pants as she lifted her head to look at him, the heady musk of horse cum driving her wild with arousal, especially having been so close for release, her gaze sliding over his dripping hand and the cup, before rising to his face again.

Xavier grinned at her condition, "Well I will offer you a choice.  Unless you want to be fucked by that monster again to breed more, or if this breeding doesn't take, I will enchant the other three glasses to preserve their potency, and you can come and collect them from Valor whenever you decide to try and get knocked up, just have her pour it in, though best results will need it administered to your womb.  In return I want you to drink this, all of it, and then lick my hand clean like a good girl before I fuck your face."

Dancer's eyes widened with a mixture of revulsion and… ugh was she actually considering this? She shook her head as her heat addled brain urged her on, her panting didn't help, but she felt her stomach doing flips at the thought of drinking that cum like that, shaking her head again.

Xavier grinned, "The Alternative is I pour all four cups all over your head and down your back, piss in your mouth before fucking your face, and leave you a sticky mess.  Though that does present a very appealing image to see you so soaked, but I will even be so kind as to make sure you cum again before I leave if you accept," he waved the glass of cum closer to her.

Dancer shuddered, her tail flicking as she swallowed, nearly gagging in revulsion at drinking feral horse cum like that… but the money, not usually a high motivator, made her consider that might need or be able to use such coin later… she could decide if she was going to use the gift later, but finally she nodded, looking up at Xavier, "Fine, I will accept your offer, your deal."

Xavier's grin widened and twisted, "Excellent, so we have an accord, I will even help you invest the money and make more of it should you so decide to be bred, I know many excellent investor advisors I can help you work with.  Now, bottoms up!" he teased, bringing the cup to the eleven year old filly's lips, and started to tip it forwards, slowly.

Dancer knew basically nothing about managing money, not really understanding what he was talking about, but the cup was her main concern, and she nearly gagged right there again as it was brought up to her lips.  The stench of musk was strong and oddly sweet, but the pheromones were hitting her like an axe as she couldn't help but breathe it in.  She felt the sickeningly sticky edge of the cup press against her lips, and couldn't believe she was about to /willingly/ drink horse cum like this!

Her lips parted as the cup was tilted up, and grimaced at the potent, pungent flavor, thick and salty and bitter and sweet, cloyingly sweet with its musk as it slid over her tongue, and slimey.  She gagged a little as it reached the back of her throat, and with a grimace she made herself swallow it down, feeling it sliding down her throat in a thick, sticky coating as she shuddered, but she had no choice, drink or wear it. She swallowed again, and again.

Xavier grinned, watching the little filly's throat work as he slowly tilted the glass more and more, a bead of precum escaping the edge of the cup and running down her chin to drip off of her neck and splatter on her breasts before continuing to run down.  Dancer felt it, and then a few more as Xavier tilted the glass more, tilting her head back as she drank, swallow after swallow, hardly able to get a chance to breathe as the pungent cum coated her mouth and all the way down to her stomach, sickeningly lukewarm and sticky, hard to fully swallow it down as it left her mouth and esophagus coated.

Dancer tilted her head further back as she worked to drain the last of the cup, cum running around the edges of it and sliding down her chin and over her breasts.  With a stir of his finger at the cup, the cum stuck to the edges of it slid free, gathered, and slid from the up into Dancer's open mouth in a final glop before the magus drew the cup away, Dancer closing her mouth and swallowing, her nose wrinkling as she shuddered and panted for breath, continuing to swallow and swallow, trying to clear her throat of the thick taste.

Xavier grinned, and watched the little filly finish, dropping the cup where it vanished before hitting the ground, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" his clean hand opening his robes and letting them hang open, wearing no pants underneath as his eight inch cock sprung out, his fingers sliding up and down it in anticipation.

Dancer grimaced, lowering her head as she coughed, which only brought cum up into her mouth which she swallowed again, panting as she shuddered, "Yeah, yeah it was," she murmured, feeling the heavy weight of the cum in her stomach.

Xavier laughed, and presented his hand to her, sticky and well covered in the horses cum, "Well too bad there, you still have more to clean up," wiggling his fingers.  Dancer grimaced as she lifted her head, eyeing his fingers, but that had been part of the deal, hadn't it?" she leaned forwards as her mouth opened, wrapping her lips around his index finger, and working to lick him clean… an almost involuntary moan rising from her chest before she could stifle it, which brought a lecherous grin from Xavier.

Dancer was sure she was never going to get the taste, feel, and scent of that stallion out of her system, her eyes closing as she worked on the magus's finger, until she could taste no cum on it anymore, before drawing her head back and wrapping her lips around his next finger.  Xavier watched with delight, his cock twitching in his other hand, leaking precum. 

Working over each finger, Dancer finally finished, then started working with her tongue to lick his palm clean, then the back of his hand, and up to his wrist, though past that the taste changed, more to her arousal than the stallion, she wasn't sure which was worse, or better as she finally drew her head back.

Xavier flexed his fingers, and wiped them on his robes, letting his sleeve fall down, "What a sweet little girl you are, and a deal is a deal."  He moved over to the remaining glasses, and with some strange hand movements and a few recited prayers, he left green sparkles floating around and settling into the glasses of cum, which seemed to freeze, preserved and ready to be used later.

The Magus nodded and turned back to the filly, he might not get another chance with her he knew, and he wanted to have a little more fun with her, stepping up behind her, "I do enjoy applying a little but of my magic when I torment little girls, its so hard to find one I can play with a long time… sometimes I can find a mother hard on her luck and they will let me rent their daughter for a few days… The mothers never let the girls come back, and the poor dears seem to never be quite the same again, but I think you could endure our play, and the rituals you'll undergo here… well, those have already changed you some, haven't they?"

Dancer furrowed her brow, turning her head to look back behind her at the Magus, worried about what he was going to do to her now, "What do you do to them? How do you use your powers?"  From the look in his eyes as she asked that, she was sure she had asked the wrong question as her eyes widened at his wicked grin.

"Lots of things, some of them are little experiments of mine, of course I like to fuck them stupid, and I like to make them scream… sometimes I will have them in a summoning circle and let some otherworldly creature rape them and make them scream for me… they can scream for so long.  Even just basic elemental magic can be fun, heat, cold, electricity, let me show you what I can do to you with just water, mmm?"  His hands moved, and from the nearby stream a flow of water rose up and quickly channeled its way through the air towards the Magus.

Dancer shook her head, "N-no! Y-you don't have to show me I was just curious!" she pleaded, as the water gathered around the magus's feet, in a swirling, floating whirlpool of it, she couldn't see it well behind her, but she heard it.

"Nonsense, it doesn't take a lot of energy, besides I quite enjoy showing off my skill, here, let me demonstrate," with a wave of his hands and wriggle of his fingers he sent a stream of the water jetting hard against her clit, and rocking the piercing there as it gathered and swirled, making it quickly flow from one side to the other, dancing those spikes over her sensitive and engorged clit, "Besides, I promised I would let you cum again before I left, didn't i?"

Dancer gasped at the hard, cold spray of water as it was so pinpoint directed at her clit, and that terrible piercing, arching her back as she cried out, her whole body tensing and shuddering as it toyed with the spiked toy, feeling the painful lightning bolts of pleasure rocking through her, "T-thats okay you don't have to!" she protested uselessly, eyes scrunching up as more water gathered and that toy was kept in hard motion in its swirling currents.

"Nonsense, its my pleasure," Xavier replied with that wicked grin, they both knew he was going to do what he wanted, it was just fun to put the blame of it on the filly, "Water can be warm or cold, but what I like is that it can be hard too, and can go in so many interesting places, like so," he spoke almost as if lecturing as he controlled the water.

Daner gasped as she felt the flow of water, not heading up into her pussy, but somewhere near, flowing up where she peed from! Up her urethra with a burning sensation thats normally mild and pleasant of having to, and going pee, but this time worse, as the water stretched her urethra to almost an inch across before impacting the sphincter to her bladder, and drawing out a squeal from the filly as it pushed at that, pushing it slowly open before starting to gush into her bladder.

She bent forwards and moaned hard at that as she felt the flow pushing into her, making her feel like she was going as her hips bore down, trying to push the water out, as that tingling burn just got worse as she had to go more and more badly, "S-Stop! Please! I'm full! I'm going to burst!" she protested.

Xavier clicked his tongue, "You aren't yet, you've got a lot more you can take you know, but I wanted to show you that more than just flow, one could make water take on very solid shapes, like so!" with a twist of his hand Dancer felt like the water flowing into her change, not just become hard, but push out into rigid shapes, hard spikes that started to expand and dig into her urethra as they flowed into her, making her throw her head back as her body clenched, letting out a little scream of pain.

Xavier grinned at the scream he got, keeping the spikes shy of doing damage, but enough that it hurt, and stretched the little filly's urethra as wide as it would go, and keeping the current swishing that interesting piercing through her clit.  Dancer could hardly stand it, her scream petering out into a sob as she clenched and shuddered, her tail flicking quickly as she squirmed, trying to get away as she filled up, her body shuddering as the pleasurable torture of her clit continued, driving her higher and higher as she felt like her insides were twisting up and swelling.

"You're close now aren't you? Mmm, such a lovely thing, almost full, aren't you? I bet it hurts so badly, doesn't it?" drawing heavy nods from the filly and wordless pleading noises, "What, you want to stop now when you are so close to cumming? Just hold on...  we're almost there!"

Dancer shook her head and twisted her upper body as she struggled, her body tensing and tightening as tears of pain ran down her cheeks, and shuddering sobs wracked her as the magus tortured her clit and urethra relentlessly, her body starting to jerk in almost uncontrolled pulses with the feel of spikes pushing into her and the points of the bead dancing over her clit.

Finally she threw her head back and screamed as it all came crashing up through her, her whole body clenching and tensing as her pussy clenched around nothing, squeezing and closing even as her arousal and her painful pleasure gushed out of her and ran down her nether lips, her body held taught and shuddering as breath squeezed from her, unable to draw another breath as Xavier continued to torture her for several long seconds before finally relenting, and stopping the movement of the water and the spiked piercing.

"Wonderful," he breathed, watching Dancer take in a shuddering breath, and he twisted his hands in a series of new moments, not letting the water escape the poor filly, but instead freezing it, starting in her bladder and then down through her urethra, and out to where the water now started to puddle on the ground, anchoring her, and leaving the spikes through her urethra.

Dancer gasped for breath as the movement finally stopped, granting her a reprieve, and expecting to be able to relieve herself again, only to feel the sudden biting cold swelling within her, and then sliding out her urethra, letting out a little wail as she shuddered, "Nooo! Let me go! I have to go! It aches!" she panted breathlessly.

Finishing his work, Xavier laughed, "Oh I bet you do, it'll met, slowly, over the next few hours, and as it does you'll be able to relieve yourself.  That was quite the wonderful show however, so I will leave you with one last gift."

Xavier drew up a ball of water, and spent a few moments shaping it as Dancer hung there panting, shaking her head, "No, no please I don't need another gift right now, please please just let me rest, i'm cold!" she shivered! It was warm out, but she had this terrible knot of cold inside her!

Xavier laughed, "Nonsense, never enough gifts, here," he took what was now a rather thick and sturdy buttplug wrought of ice, about a foot long, four inches thick at its widest, and at its base, but narrowing to three inches at the neck, and pressed the tip to Dancer's pucker.

Dancer gasped at the cold and shivered again, shaking her head uselessly in protest, "Its cold!" she whined, and groaned as with a smooth push, the magus slid the rod of ice into her, arching her back as it stretched and numbed her pucker, until it seated inside of her, her body sagging again a little as the pressure was quickly over, but still shivering with the cold.

"It is, isn't it? Don't worry, this one won't take so long to melt, though the neck will go first and, well, at this angle its going to just freely sliiide into you, isn't it?" Xavier taunted, patting her rump and giving a little push on the toy, making the little filly squirm.

The Magus stepped around before Dancer again, looking her over, "You look exhausted, worn, and mayhaps a bit sated, for the moment… do you hate me because i'm so cruel? Or do you enjoy what I do to you? Uh uh! Be honest now!" he cut off her response with a raised finger.

Dancer had opened her mouth to retort, but closed it, letting out a shuddering sigh, her teeth chattering a little from the cold she couldn't escape, squirming as she looked down, embarrassed, actually mortified to think on his words, still feeling the horse cum he had made her drink filling her belly, and still tasting it.

It took her a minute to answer, "I don't know, I think a little of both… this is terrible what you're doing, and I don't know why I want more, is it the heat? Is it the pleasure? Is it the breaking of Taboos? Or some combination? Or am I really just so perverted at heart?" she shook her head.

Xavier smiled as he looked down at the girl, "Then maybe I can look forwards to your company at my tower sometime.  Centaurs are known for being quite a prudish species, that is one of the reasons these rituals will make you something of an outcast, you'll never walk among them quite the same.  Now, its time to fill that lovely little mouth of yours again," he held his hard cock in one hand, and Dancer's chin in the other.

Dancer looked down, cheeks burning from humiliation, but at his touch her eyes lifted up to him, and she obediently opened her mouth, feeling his hardness sliding in over her tongue.  He tasted much different from the horse, or the gnoll, but she still tasted his sweat, and male musk, his strong hands reaching to grip her head and hold it still..  

Xavier closed her lips around his cock with his fingers, and then with another wicked grin down at her, bore down, his hips flexing to push further.  Dancer thought he was just going to fuck her face as he had threatened, like the gnoll had done, but he wasn't thrusting, and as he started to look confused her eyes widened as the bitter taste of his piss flodded her mouth again, making her gag, but start to swallow it down.

"Thats a good girl, never promised I wouldn't piss in your mouth if you agreed, just swallow it down, thats it," he let out a groan as he finished, only a few droplets of amber liquid running from the corners of her mouth, and giving her a few moments to swallow, before ruthlessly he pulled her head down into his crotch as he thrust his hips forwards, pushing himself down her throat.

Dancer gagged against him, but he was a lot easier to handle than the gnoll, swallowing him down as she glared up at him, listening to him groan.  Her tongue worked, licking underneath his cock as he drew himself back and thrust again, making her gag a little, but she was slowly getting used to it.

As pent up and aroused as he had been from watching her, and tormenting her, he didn't waste his time here, hammering into her mouth and down her throat roughly, nearly mashing her nose against his belly until finally burying himself down her throat, cock twitching and jumping as he spilled his seed in her, and drawing back so the last few twitches spilled the sweeter cum across her tongue, sweeter than the piss anyhow.

Dancer swallowed, making a face, but actually giving a little suckle to drain the last of him, her tongue sliding over his now sensitive cockhead, drawing a sound of pleasure from the magus, before he finally drew from between her lips, stroking her cheeks and down her neck affectionately, "Thats a good girl… I look forwards to seeing you again, mmm?" he beeped the end of her nose, before stepping back and closing up his robes.

"We must be off, or I would stay and play more, little Dancer, do stay safe, and don't be a stranger," he stepped away, heading for the edge of the clearing again as he waved his farewells to Valor and the little centaur he had just finished using.