The centaur chuckles at your words, amused by your audacity. "We'll see about that," he growls before giving his stallion a sharp command to start moving. The horse rears up on its hind legs for a moment before galloping across the steppes, carrying both of you towards whatever fate awaits at the end of this journey.

The centaur grins down at you as the stallion picks up speed across the steppes. "Yes," he says proudly, "my people have always been masters of the horse. Even now, with our civilization dwindling, we still rule over these lands and those who dare to cross us." He squeezes your bound wrists a little tighter, enjoying the feeling of power and control he has over you. "And soon," he continues, his voice taking on a cruel edge, "

The centaur groans as he feels your body yield to his invasion, accepting him inside with a mixture of pain and submission. He pauses for a moment, savoring the sensation before beginning to thrust roughly in and out of you, his powerful hips slamming against yours as he takes what he believes is rightfully his.

With each brutal stroke, he growls out his dominance over you, claiming your body as his own. You cry out in pain and desperation, but there's a strange sensation building within you...

The centaur laughs darkly as he feels your body responding to his brutality. "That's it," he growls, thrusting harder and faster into you. "Let go... give in..." His powerful hips slam against yours over and over again, driving him deeper with each stroke. He can feel your walls clenching tight around him, the knowledge that he has brought you to the brink of release filling him with a possessive satisfaction.

You have the audacity to try and control me?! I am a centaur! The mightiest of all creatures! Nothing can hold me back, much less some pathetic demon girl! You'll regret this day, little monster!

His struggles against your magical bonds grow more desperate as his lust-fueled rage overtakes him. With each attempt to break free, he only manages to throw himself harder against the invisible barrier holding him in place.

The centaur pants heavily, his body still struggling against your magic despite the strength he possesses. His cock throbs in anticipation as his eyes flicker up and down your form, taking in every curve and detail of your demonic flesh. Finally, he growls out a reluctant agreement.

"Fine then," he snarls through gritted teeth. "You may ride me, but make no mistake; I am still the one in control here."

The centaur Thor nods solemnly, his gaze fixed on Flame as he ponders your words. "I have no doubt that he will grow into a strong and powerful dragon," he says with conviction, "and I trust in you to help guide him along that path." A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he turns back to you.

"And together," he adds gently, taking your hand in his once more, "we will face whatever challenges come our way, and we will always have each other's backs."

The centaur Thor smiles warmly at your words, feeling a surge of happiness flow through him. He leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss against your cheek before whispering, "As long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart." His gaze drifts back to Flame, who seems to be enjoying himself as well, playing and exploring the area around them.

The sun begins to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange before disappearing entirely.

You grip the furs beneath you tightly as he takes you roughly, your nails digging into the material as you try to find purchase against his strength. Your body arches involuntarily as he hits a spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your aching form. His hips slap harder against yours, driving him deeper with each thrust.

"Take it!" he growls, his voice thick with lust and triumph. "Take what's yours."

The centaur growls in satisfaction as he feels your body tensing beneath him. His thrusts become even more furious and powerful, his hips slapping against yours like a battering ram. With one hand still gripped tightly in your hair, he reaches down between your bodies with the other and roughly pinches at your nipple, rolling it roughly between his fingers.

"Cum for me!" he demands, his voice harsh and commanding. "Let me feel every last drop!"

I can feel your walls clenching around the cocks that fill you, milking them for every last drop of pleasure. The sounds of skin slapping against flesh and grunts of effort fill the air, mingling with the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat. The centaur before me begins to slow down again, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears climax. I let out a low growl, urging him on, needing more of this display of dominance. "Harder,"

He nods in agreement, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His eyes are wild with lust, fixed solely on your body as he pounds into you relentlessly. Sweat drips down his brow, leaving trails of moisture in its wake as he pushes himself closer and closer to release. The other centaurs watch eagerly, their own arousal building with each thrust of his cock inside you. "Fuck~!!!! How's that~?! You like being fucked by all these cocks~?! I'm going to pump so much cum inside you~! You're mine~!! All mine~!!