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Holding up his trusty flora handbook, Shen Yuan compares the patch of brightly glowing flowers with the illustration on the page of his handbook. Though it’s a cloudless night, there’s just enough light from his glowstone and the flowers alone that he can see the illustration of the flowers he was looking for on the page. He squats down to get a better look, glancing from the page to the flowers and again.
There’s no mistaking the heart shaped petals, although he makes sure to count the teardrop shaped pattern on the ends of it, as well as make sure that the flowers had at least 7 stamens on each of them — any less and they wouldn’t be viable. The colors appear more vivid than the illustrations but he has identified enough details to be confident these are the flowers he’s looking for.
Getting onto his knees, Shen Yuan places his satchel and handbook down on the forest floor. He takes out a cloth bag and a small spade and carefully digs around the edge of the patch. He doesn’t need a lot but he needs to work with haste.
As he digs through the hard soil, sweat beading over his forehead, he hears distant and eerie cries punctuating the noise of the forest that make the hairs on his body stand on end.
He made sure to cast some protection spells before entering the clearing, as mages with common sense would when foraging for ingredients in a dangerous forest. He also knows defense and combat spells in case he gets ambushed by the dangerous creatures that live here. He’s as safe as he can be, but hearing those noises, those high and strident screeches makes his blood run icy.
Shen Yuan does his best to focus on the current task of extracting the flowers. He needs all his concentration to make sure he doesn’t accidentally destroy the roots while digging through the soil but the ground is hard, difficult to break even when he tries to jab at it with the tip of his spade. He stops, taking a deep breath.
He can’t let his anxiety get the best of him. These flowers have to be intact for the potion to be viable. A client was paying good money for him to make this potion and he can’t fuck it up just because this stupid flower and its stupid soil is so hard to dig, even when he splashes water onto it.
He needed the money.
After what felt like hours, he manages to loosen the soil just enough to lift one of the flowers by the stalk gently. Good progress. He pours some more water onto the area and disturbs the dirt with the flat of his spade at an angle.
It helps a little, or so he tells himself.
His back and neck aches from being hunched over, resulting in him requiring to sit up and stretch. It’s these little interruptions that disrupt his flow. Why is his body so crap? Maybe he ought to see someone for this.
It’s slow work involving a lot of gentle tugging, pushing soil around and more gentle tugging. Satisfaction rushes through him when he manages to extract the first flower without damaging it. He places it in the cloth bag and continues on the next one. The second flower takes longer to remove as its roots are intertwined with another flower, forcing Shen Yuan to slow down. He breaks it off by accident, and its neighbor, so he’s forced to pick another one.
He’s in the middle of extracting the third flower when he hears — or rather, feels — heavy footsteps approaching his way. Although he has a fascination for flora and fauna and recalls almost every single one that he’s read in books, meeting them face to face can be an unpleasant experience.
There are a few species of predatory animals who live in this forest that come to mind, the violent, dangerous and intelligent ones that can easily overpower a lone mage like him.
Especially since he’s not good at fighting.
Those protection spells won’t be able to do much against those creatures too, not without trapping Shen Yuan for a long time here. The flowers won’t be viable for that long either.
The pounding footsteps grow closer, vibrating through the ground up Shen Yuan’s knees. He glances between his cloth bag and the flower he was trying to remove. He initially wanted to collect three for contingency purposes but also because these flowers sold at a high market price. In an ideal situation where he uses one to brew the potion for his client, the other two can be turned and sold as healing salves.
Fuck.
After a moment’s deliberation, Shen Yuan decides his life is more important than making a little extra cash. Shoving the spade and placing the flowers in his satchel, Shen Yuan hops to his feet. The sudden motion makes his head swim alarmingly for a moment, but he does his best to ignore it and runs.
The heavy footsteps that were circling around the clearing follow after him.
Adrenaline surges through Shen Yuan’s veins as he runs blindly, smacking away low, spindly branches and hopping over twisting roots on the floor. The back of his throat burns, his muscles screaming from exertion and his chest tightening.
Whatever’s pursuing him slows down, giving him an illusion of hope when he hears thudding from above and behind him. It must’ve taken to the trees to chase him.
Shen Yuan makes the mistake of looking over his shoulder. Several things happen at once. He sees the glowing slit eyes of a beast, the flash of its white fangs, when his foot catches on something.
A cry explodes out of him, surprise at first only to turn as white-hot pain lances up his limb. He hears a loud snap, though he isn’t sure if that’s from one of the branches giving way underneath the beast’s weight or his bone breaking.
He falls face-first onto the forest floor, getting dirt and debris in his mouth. Spitting, he twists around to watch the beast pounce.
The world seems to slow down.
He lays there helplessly, a cornered prey awaiting death, as the beast’s outstretched claws arc through the air towards him. His eyes squeeze shut, his face turning away as if he can will the creature to disappear.
He feels the rush of wind zipping past him from his left, followed by a wet shick and the warm spray of a warm and metallic liquid on his face before the loud thud somewhere above him. It takes him several heartbeats before he slowly opens his eyes.
The liquid on his face is blood, but it’s bright purple and clearly not his own. He looks to where he heard the last noise and finds the beast beheaded — no, not completely as there is a large ax protruding from its neck. Blood from its open wound gushes out onto the forest floor as the body spasms.
A wave of sickness hits Shen Yuan from the sight, the smell of blood and the pain shooting up his leg. He gags, twisting away but the motion makes it worse and he can still see its lifeless body twitching against the ground.
He hears footsteps again, this time like the clip-clopping of hooves, and a deep masculine voice calling to him before darkness swallows his vision.
With a jolt, Shen Yuan wakes up in a warm and comfy bed.
For a moment, he groggily wonders if it’d been all just a bad dream and that he was still at home when the dull throbbing from his right leg catches his attention. With a wince, he pushes the heavy covers away and sits up. He looks down at his undergarments.
These aren’t his.
He doesn’t own anything that feels as soft as this or looks as sheer, the thin see-through fabric revealing the milky pale skin of his chest and the twin peaks of his nipples.
Panic rises through him. What happened to him when he was passed out? And where was he?
“Ah, good to see you awake now,” says a voice to his left.
He whips around to find a tall man ducking under a door as he enters. Well, Shen Yuan thought he was a man until his gaze traveled downwards to find the body of a horse attached to the bottom of his torso.
Shen Yuan sucks in a breath, his eyes growing wide.
He has only ever encountered centaurs, creatures who were half-man waist above and half-horse waist below, in books. They were a rare breed or regarded to be so as they were reclusive, living deep in dangerous woods where no one would venture. They were also known to be wild and dangerous, hostile towards humans unless they were in breeding season.
Shen Yuan watches with large, frightened eyes as the centaur approaches him.
The centaur is well-dressed, unlike all those illustrations Shen Yuan has seen of centaurs in books. He has a bowl of something sharp yet sweet-smelling, which Shen Yuan recognizes is some kind of herbal salve. The centaur speaks to him, his voice deep yet soothing, with a slight lilt that Shen Yuan somehow finds charming.
“You’ve been asleep for the past three days,” he says. “I was worried you might not wake up.” He kneels down beside the bed, coming to eye-level with Shen Yuan. As the centaur’s gaze lifts to meet his eyes, Shen Yuan’s breath catches.
The centaur’s eyes are like pools of starlight, bright and clear, framed by long eyelashes that dust his cheekbones when he blinks. He has striking yet handsome features, straight teeth, soft kissable lips and a sharp jawline that can probably cut through stone, nothing at all like those wild-eyed, bushy-bearded men illustrated in books. He’s even dressed as well, in plain but clean black robes. Apart from the sleek black horse’s body attached to the bottom of his torso, the centaur looked human.
A very attractive one at that.
As if hearing Shen Yuan’s thoughts, the centaur’s eyes lift to look at him.
Shen Yuan averts his gaze quickly, his cheeks hot.
The centaur smiles. “This one’s name is Luo Binghe,” he says. “What’s yours?”
“Shen —” Shen Yuan’s voice cracks, his throat scratchy and dry, causing him to cough. The centaur reaches for something on the nightstand — it’s a mug — and passes it to Shen Yuan.
One of the most important rules when meeting a non-human creature whose intentions you haven’t made certain are malicious or not is to never accept any food or drinks.
Shen Yuan only remembers this when he takes a gulp of water from the mug.
Ah fuck.
Well, the centaur can’t possibly be harboring malicious intentions if he saved Shen Yuan from that beast in the forest, right? If he wanted to do something to Shen Yuan, he already would’ve when he was unconscious. Apart from the dull throbbing ache from the twisted ankle, Shen Yuan doesn’t feel any different.
“Shen …?”
“Shen Yuan,” he says. “Thanks for saving me from that creature,” he adds, remembering his manners. “And for taking care of me.”
The centaur chuckles, his eyes twinkling. “It was my pleasure,” he says with a smile that causes Shen Yuan’s heart to flutter and his cheeks to warm.
The centaur checks his ankle, telling him that it looked better than when he found Shen Yuan, which was relieving, and that he should be able to walk again once he recovers.
However when Shen Yuan asks when that might be, his heart drops at the answer. “Four weeks?” he echoes in disbelief.
“At best,” says the centaur and his heart sinks further. “You twisted your ankle so badly and the shock put you out cold.”
“I don’t suppose you have salves to speed up the healing process?” asks Shen Yuan, desperate. He doesn’t mind returning to the spot to collect those flowers he needed for the potion, but by the time he recovers he won’t have enough time to finish brewing it for his client’s deadline.
The centaur gestures at the bowl on the bed. “My salve can only help so much with the healing process but what you need is rest. And food,” he adds with a thoughtful frown.
At the word itself, Shen Yuan’s stomach lets out a loud grumble in agreement. His face burns with embarrassment. He can’t deny that the centaur’s right though; he hasn’t been taking good care of himself these past few months. Times have been hard for mages everywhere recently, with less people seeking help from them with the rise of new technology making life easier for non-magic users. Shen Yuan has had to stretch his resources out between clients.
“Do you like potatoes?” asks the centaur.
The question takes Shen Yuan aback somewhat, though it’s a welcome distraction from his thoughts. He nods.
Soon, he finds a bowl of potato soup, served with generous slices of bread before him.
It’s probably the best meal he’s had in awhile.
The days spent with the centaur — Shen Yuan finds out that his name is Luo Binghe — are pleasant, the kind of idyllic getaway he’s always dreamed of. He envies Luo Binghe’s life: living in a cottage in the middle of the forest with a lovely vegetable garden, a crystal-clear stream with fish nearby and having no responsibilities whatsoever (apart from looking after Shen Yuan temporarily) sounds like a wonderful way to live.
“It does get a little lonely though,” Luo Binghe admits when he takes Shen Yuan down (in his arms, to his embarrassment) to the stream to fish.
“Aren’t there other centaurs?” asks Shen Yuan, genuinely curious. Come to think of it, they haven’t encountered a single one, which was strange because he recalls it being mentioned that centaurs lived in herds together.
“There are,” says Luo Binghe, “but not a lot of us around. They don’t like me much either,” he adds.
Shen Yuan turns to him, eyes wide. “How could anyone not like you?” he asks. If he must say, he’s grown quite fond of Luo Binghe’s company, despite the short amount of time they’ve known each other. Then he remembers that centaurs are wild and unruly folks, not at all as well-mannered and polite as Luo Binghe, so perhaps their differences was the cause.
“Binghe is the nicest person I’ve ever met,” he says. Not even his fellow mages, friends and family have been as kind and thoughtful as his new centaur companion.
“A-Yuan flatters me,” says Luo Binghe with a chuckle. “You too are the nicest person I’ve ever met.”
Shen Yuan blushes.
It’s great that Luo Binghe takes him out for fresh air every day, much better than the alternative, but it’s embarrassing to be carried in Luo Binghe’s arms as if he was a swooning maiden. Obviously, he can’t ride on Luo Binghe’s back unless he wanted to extend his recovery period if he falls off, the chances of which are high (although staying longer doesn’t sound too unpleasant).
Moreover, Shen Yuan’s never had experience with horses before so he wouldn’t know how to mount and dismount. He also heard centaurs found it offensive and humiliating to be ridden by humans.
“I don’t think you should put weight on your injured ankle,” says Luo Binghe when Shen Yuan asks to let him walk over dinner one evening.
“Maybe we can look for a big stick that I can use as a cane or a crutch?” Shen Yuan suggests. “I feel bad when you have to carry me around.”
“Don’t be. A-Yuan’s weight doesn’t burden me,” says Luo Binghe with a frown as he serves Shen Yuan stew. “If anything, you’re as light as a feather.”
“That’s not the point!” Shen Yuan sighs.
Sure, Luo Binghe is strong enough to carry him without breaking a sweat but that doesn’t mean he’s fine with making Luo Binghe carry him around on top of not doing much because he’s injured. If he can find a way to make himself somewhat useful to Luo Binghe, please let him!
“I’d carry you even if your ankle has completely healed,” says Luo Binghe, so softly that Shen Yuan thought he must be imagining things. “A-Yuan need not burden himself for me.”
Heat rises to his cheeks regardless.
Eventually, Luo Binghe makes him some crutches and Shen Yuan enjoys his new freedom hobbling around the cottage, or at least some freedom. Apart from a room leading to a shed attached to the cottage that Luo Binghe keeps locked, Shen Yuan is free to move around as he likes.
Shen Yuan initially found it strange how Luo Binghe lives here since centaurs lived outdoors but it turns out the cottage used to belong to his adoptive mother, a kind woman who passed away a long time ago.
“She must’ve been a wonderful person,” he says, patting Luo Binghe’s flank sympathetically.
“She was,” Luo Binghe confirms, sighing.
The fireplace crackles, filling the comfortable silence between them. Shen Yuan returns his attention to the book Luo Binghe lent him, a field guide his mother left to him. Luo Binghe returns to weaving a basket, his fingers deftly bending the fibers together.
It’s nice spending evenings like this, where they can both enjoy each other’s company without saying much.
But his four weeks are nearly up so it won’t be long till he’ll miss evenings like this.
Shen Yuan can walk short distances now without the need for his crutches; his ankle twinges but it’s bearable. He should be able to leave soon, but he needs to know his exact location to estimate the distance between the edge of the forest to be certain. But if that’s not an option, perhaps Luo Binghe could bring him there instead.
Which brings him to his next problem.
He hasn’t discussed with Luo Binghe how he’ll leave. It was a ‘later me’ problem at the start but recently he noticed that it’s difficult to broach the topic with Luo Binghe. Since it’s related to the outside world, Luo Binghe is reluctant to talk about it, either being disinterested or insisting that it’s too soon to talk about it and that Shen Yuan ought not worry.
But since they’re close to the end of his stay, Shen Yuan tries to ask.
“Hey, Binghe?”
“Hm?”
“How far is your cottage to the edge of the forest?” asks Shen Yuan. When Luo Binghe turns to him, his eyebrows furrowed together, he explains, “I was thinking that maybe once my ankle’s all good, you can take me there and I’ll see if I can find a way home. Without putting too much strain on my ankle, of course!”
Luo Binghe scoffs. “A-Yuan, I don’t think you can make that journey,” he says. “I remember you mentioned it took you at least a week’s journey on foot between the forest and your home. Your ankle won’t be able to handle that.”
The tiniest bit of frustration rises at the back of Shen Yuan’s throat but he forces it down, telling himself that Luo Binghe is arguing only out of concern. “Yes, but I think you can drop me off near the roads where merchants often travel. Maybe someone can help me out. I’ll show you which one I’m talking about.” He reaches for his crutches nearby, wanting to grab his map from his bag but Luo Binghe gets up quicker.
A loud clatter follows. Shen Yuan’s crutches on the floor, out of reach.
Shen Yuan stares at them before his gaze flickers up to the centaur.
Luo Binghe towers over him in his full height. From where he’s sitting, the play of firelight and shadows throw Luo Binghe’s otherwise handsome features in harsh relief, making him appear intimidating. He stares down at Shen Yuan for a few heartbeats before sighing. “You’d need to stay longer if you want to make the journey home,” he says.
… He has a point. Shen Yuan would be more likely to injure himself if he forced himself to go home.
“How much longer?”
“Another month.”
Fine.
Aside from Luo Binghe having his best interests in mind, Shen Yuan comes to suspect that the reason why the centaur is adamant on him staying longer so that his ankle has ‘plenty of time to recuperate’ for his journey home is because …
Luo Binghe is lonely.
Shen Yuan doesn’t know why it took him this long to figure it out.
He has no centaur friends to speak of, no human friends aside from Shen Yuan, not even animal companions whatsoever. The last person he spent time with before Shen Yuan came was his mother, who passed away a long time ago. It’s amazing how he hasn’t gone crazy from isolation as centaurs, like humans, were social creatures. They needed people to be with.
Luo Binghe claimed that he has no need for anyone else in his life yet the discussion of Shen Yuan leaving upset him. It’s clear that he’ll miss Shen Yuan when he leaves and has yet to find a way to manage that.
Luckily for him, Shen Yuan knows how he can fix that issue.
“Have you ever considered having a family?” he asks when he’s watching Luo Binghe tend to the garden.
Luo Binghe, who’s inspecting his apples on a tree, glances at him. “A family?” he repeats.
Shen Yuan nods. “You know … settling down with a nice lady centaur, raising cute little ones running around your cottage and all.”
Luo Binghe is silent for long enough, frowning at his pumpkins that Shen Yuan wonders if he might’ve said something to offend him when his tail flicks. “Only recently,” he finally admits.
Shen Yuan can barely contain his excitement. “Oh.” He tries his best to hide the grin in his voice. “Have you met any nice lady centaurs in particular?” It’s a stupid question, considering that the only person Luo Binghe has been around with is him. But perhaps he’s been keeping his lady friend away while Shen Yuan is around out of respect!
The sound of hooves clip-clopping on the ground fills the silence as Luo Binghe approaches him. “I have someone in mind,” he says. He gives Shen Yuan a long meaningful look — wait, he isn’t sitting on any of Luo Binghe’s gardening equipment, right? — before sighing. “But I don’t know if that person wants to stay with me.”
Shen Yuan is confused at first before he guesses why.
Centaurs lived out in the open, not under roofs. That might be uncomfortable for her but he also doubts Luo Binghe would leave his childhood home for her.
“Ah, that’s difficult …” he mumbles under his breath. “Perhaps you two can compromise on living arrangements?”
Luo Binghe laughs, a clear and wonderful sound. His dark eyes twinkle with amusement. Then he reaches down.
At first Shen Yuan thought that he was indeed blocking his way to his gardening tools but instead something warm brushes his cheek, its surface callused but its touch gentle. His heart skips when he realizes that it’s Luo Binghe’s hand.
Heat erupts across his face as his eyes dart up to Luo Binghe.
“A-Yuan is funny,” he says, smirking. He gives Shen Yuan’s cheek a tickle with his finger before trotting away, seeming to be in a better mood than he has been for the past few days.
Ah, maybe I had something on my face.
Shen Yuan’s confident his ankle can take the walk to the edge of the forest, or at least, partially. It’s nearing the end of the extra month Luo Binghe’s given him and Shen Yuan has been carefully ‘training’ his ankle to bear weight. He walks with a slight limp without his crutches but apart from that, his ankle hasn’t given up on him.
Luo Binghe has, more or less, warmed up to letting Shen Yuan go.
Or … at least Shen Yuan thinks he is, since he hasn’t acted dismissively when he was discussing the matter. He goes along with it, even going so far as helping Shen Yuan collect the flowers he needs for his client’s potion, and packing essentials for him.
On his last night at the cottage, Luo Binghe makes him potato soup, a dish that’s quickly become his favorite since day one.
“Hm.” Shen Yuan frowns as he takes the first bite. He’s eaten it often enough and Luo Binghe is consistent with this dish, but there’s something different about it this evening. It doesn’t affect the flavors per se but …
Luo Binghe notices his frown. “Is something the matter?” he asks.
“Ah …” Shen Yuan takes another bite, just to make sure he isn’t hallucinating the difference. “Did you change the recipe?” he asks.
“No,” Luo Binghe replies. For some reason, he doesn’t meet Shen Yuan in the eye. “What’s wrong?”
“It tastes a little bit different …”
“Really? I think it tastes the same as always.”
Shen Yuan frowns. “Huh …”
“Perhaps it’s the quality of the vegetables,” he suggests.
Shen Yuan frowns again. That doesn’t sound right. The vegetables are from his garden which he tends meticulously and so far, there hasn’t been any they harvested that’s been less than ideal.
Agh, I’m probably imagining things then, he tells himself at Luo Binghe’s insistence that the soup tastes the same.
It works but the more bites he takes, the stranger he feels. The floaty sensation around his head is barely noticeable but by the time he’s halfway through his bowl, the room feels like it’s spinning around him. He pushes the bowl away, reaching for water but clumsily knocks it over the table, water spilling over the wooden surface. Cold sweat breaks across his forehead as he gasps for air. It’s when he tries to stand up does the thought finally occur to him.
“Binghe, what did you put in the soup?” he asks, panting.
Luo Binghe’s expression this whole time has been neutral, carefully so, but at the sight of a flushing Shen Yuan doing his best to glare at him from across the table, the facade melts away to reveal a smug grin with a dark gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, I’m sure you know what it is,” he says airily. And Shen Yuan does. He rests his chin on his hand, elbow on the table, and tilts his head slightly as Shen Yuan stumbles out of the chair. “Sleep well, A-Yuan. You’ll need all your strength when you wake up,” he croons before a loud thud follows.
Shen Yuan’s wrists and ankles hurt when he wakes up.
It isn’t the same dull throbbing ache like when he twisted his ankle, more like tight rings of stinging pain around them. His torso hurts from supporting his entire body weight on a hard surface underneath it that his body complains when he breathes in. And he’s naked, save for a thin sheet over his body that barely keeps him warm.
His surroundings swim into view. Directly ahead of him is a wall and beneath him is … Shen Yuan frowns as he tries to push himself up to get a better look but finds his movement restricted. He tries again, unsuccessfully, before coming to terms that he’s been tied down onto some kind of wooden contraption. And there’s also something up his … —
The sound of a door opening comes from behind in, letting in a draft to sweep over his body. Shen Yuan turns his head to get a better look but the clip-clopping of hooves tells him who it is. “Binghe,” he says, his voice hoarse but low with anger. “What did you do to me?”
Luo Binghe’s shadow falls over him as he approaches before he comes into view. A hand trails from the top of his head, stroking his hair before sliding down his nape, over the curve of his back and the swell of his ass, pushing away the sheet with its movement. Shen Yuan inhales sharply, struggling against his touch; his skin crawls with disgust yet a pleasurable heat pools in his belly.
“Binghe.”
Luo Binghe gropes his ass, squeezing the fleshy mounds before giving it a light smack, causing Shen Yuan to gasp. “I only wanted A-Yuan to stay,” he says softly. “But you kept wanting to leave me.”
“I …” Shen Yuan does his best to glare at him from his position. “And you thought the best way to keep me here is to strap me down to this … this thing?” He has no idea what this object is or why he’s in such a state.
“I’ve been so lonely, you know,” Luo Binghe continues, caressing Shen Yuan’s body. “I was so happy to have found you. Hearing about your life and how hard you have to work, I thought you might prefer to live with me instead.”
There was a time when Shen Yuan did. It was tempting to abandon his life and live here but … that wasn’t possible for him. He can’t just up and leave everything behind just to live his dream life with a handsome centaur. What kind of person would that make him??
“Hm, you’ve plumped up quite nicely,” says Luo Binghe. “I remember when you came here, you were all skin and bones. But now … “ He gropes his sides, his thighs and his ass and all Shen Yuan can do is squirm under his touch, burning with shame and arousal.
“What are you doing?” he demands sharply. “Untie me this instant! And stop touch— Ah!” Shen Yuan breaks off with a gasp as Luo Binghe drags his hand up along his cunt, brushing over that object inside him. Luo Binghe takes that object, pulling it out and to his horror, a wet squelch follows.
Seriously??
“Remember when you asked me whether there was someone I had in mind to raise a family with?”
You can’t possibly be serious!
“It’s you I want,” says Luo Binghe from behind him. His voice is low and sultry, making Shen Yuan’s heart flutter despite the predicament he’s in. “A-Yuan, you’re all I need.”
“Binghe, untie me —”
“No.” Luo Binghe’s voice is sharp and Shen Yuan startles. “You’ll only run away from me.” His hand comes up to Shen Yuan’s pussy again but this time, he’s rubbing some kind of … oil onto it. “I want to give you something,” he murmurs.
“Binghe,” Shen Yuan pleads, struggling against his bonds. He isn’t an idiot; it’s clear what Luo Binghe wants to do with him. He tries to twist his head to look over his shoulder but the most he can see is Luo Binghe’s bare torso. His arm is moving — Shen Yuan bites back a moan as Luo Binghe pushes that long and thick object back inside him before pulling back out.
In, out, in, out, until Shen Yuan is shaking from being fucked by that dildo.
He’s never had anything as big as that inside him and Luo Binghe must’ve done something to his lower half so that he isn’t in pain from taking it, even as it penetrates through his insides past his cervix and hits his womb. Even worse is that waves of pleasure washing over him with each thrust, more intense than anything he’s ever felt before, causing wanton noises to fall from his lips.
Behind him, Luo Binghe is slowly driven insane watching how lewd his wife is acting because of him. He’s so breathtaking strapped onto the breeding bench like this, the upper half of his body flushed pink, the slender curve of his back arched and his hips raised like he was begging to be fucked this way, the lovely moans falling from his lips.
Luo Binghe’s cock aches with need. The need to be inside Shen Yuan, to fuck him till he’s in tears, and to fill him with his foals.
Shen Yuan’s cunt makes an obscene wet squelch as he removes the dildo, one modeled after his own cock. No human would’ve been able to take a centaur’s length and girth without a lot of time and preparation but the concoction of herbs Luo Binghe fed Shen Yuan last night as well as the oils have taken full effect, making his body pliant and receptive so he can accommodate a larger cock.
His pretty wife has never been more ready to receive him.
Luo Binghe puts his forelegs up on the wooden steps beside the breeding bench, making tiny adjustments until the head of his cock kisses the rim of Shen Yuan’s hole. He hears Shen Yuan whimper underneath him as he braces his arms against the wall in front of him.
Then he enters.
Underneath him, Shen Yuan gasps as something thick and hot slides inside him. He clenches around the new intrusion but his lower half is weak from Luo Binghe’s earlier ministrations, unable to prevent his cock from entering. He winces as it bumps against the entrance of his cervix, whimpering at the few unsuccessful thrusts before Luo Binghe’s cock is fully sheathed inside him.
Though he can’t see how much of Luo Binghe is inside him, he can’t help feeling a sense of wrongness at the way his body is responding. It should hurt terribly at how he’s stretched and how he can feel him in his womb, which shouldn’t be humanly possible, yet the most complaint the lowest part of him gives is a weak throbbing.
The ache diminishes, sinking underneath a rising heat from his belly, as Luo Binghe begins to thrust shallowly into him. Shen Yuan’s eyes squeeze shut as his mouth falls open, helpless noises falling past his lips as Luo Binghe hits the deepest part of him while his length rubs his insides everywhere, against his walls, the entrance of his cervix and his vagina. He digs his nails into his palms to ground himself but the tiny stinging from drawing blood barely keeps him anchored. The wooden contraption underneath him rocks with the motions, its creaking joining the grunts of pleasure from the centaur mounting him.
“A-Yuan’s so tight. So good for me,” Luo Binghe groans. “You’re doing so well taking my cock. I wish I could see the look on your pretty face while I fuck my foals into you.”
Despite the situation, the words go straight into Shen Yuan’s cunt. His body seems to have a mind separate from its own: his hips grinding down against the beam underneath him in search of friction to relieve himself while moving back to meet Luo Binghe’s thrusts; his back arches as if to help the centaur reach deeper into him and his walls contracting rhythmically, wanting to milk Luo Binghe’s seed from his cock.
Tears stain the corners of his eyes as he sobs, unable to do anything but accept his fate, to take what’s given to him. The sensation of Luo Binghe’s cock fucking him, reaching so deep inside him and stretching him so wide that his senses leave him. He must’ve gone insane from this because his mind eventually catches up with his body, finding the burn in his lower half pleasurable.
“A-Ah, Binghe, please!” Shen Yuan hears himself cry out, his voice high-pitched; he sounds like a common whore.
Above him, Luo Binghe groans, pounding relentlessly into him. He too is lost in his own delusion of making Shen Yuan his broodmare. How can he not when Shen Yuan is begging him so sweetly, clenching around his cock like that and moaning like a whore?
Shen Yuan sobs underneath him as his body trembles with his climax but Luo Binghe fucks him through it, lost in the haze of his own pleasure, until he finally feels his balls tighten. With a few more strong thrusts, Luo Binghe comes with a satisfied grunt, locking his position forward as he empties his seed into his broodmare with a shudder. He fills Shen Yuan quickly, his cum flooding Shen Yuan’s insides until he feels warm liquid oozing out along the edges of where their bodies are joined together.
He stays there for a little while, taking the time to catch his breath before pulling out. Shen Yuan doesn’t complain as he pulls out. It seems his little wife, exhausted by their coupling, has passed out on the breeding bench, his body limp, tear-stained eyes closed, his head slumped over the central wooden beam.
The sight of his pussy gaping, thoroughly ruined and spilling Luo Binghe’s cum fills the centaur with a deep satisfaction. To his delight, it even flows down along the back of his elegant legs, painting a trail of white as it falls onto the floor.
Shen Yuan has done so well for him today despite his earlier hesitation.
Putting all four hooved feet back on the ground, he circles over to Shen Yuan and cuts the ropes binding his wrists and ankles together. He does feel sorry seeing the darkening bruises but had Shen Yuan been willing to abandon his life and stay with him, they wouldn’t have had to come to this.
But that’s alright.
Surely, Shen Yuan would have learnt his lesson.
And if not …
Well, Luo Binghe thinks as he cradles his wife in his arms, I’ll just have to teach him again.
However long it takes to get it into his little head that he was Luo Binghe’s broodmare now.
It’s been a few months since Shen Yuan found himself in a centaur’s home with a twisted ankle.
He remembers being envious of the life Luo Binghe lived for a little bit before he yearned to return to his old life. Luo Binghe didn’t want him to leave and gave him a reason to stay.
He touches his swollen belly now — a habit he’s grown used to with the passing days — as he watches Luo Binghe collect fruits.
The centaur has been nothing but kind to him. He doesn’t treat him any differently than he used to after he took him the first time but he doesn’t hide his affection towards Shen Yuan anymore, freely giving him loving smiles, cuddling him gently and kissing him. It doesn’t make up for what he did that time but it is …
… nice to be cared for, and not have any responsibilities or worries that used to keep Shen Yuan up at night.
“A-Yuan.”
Shen Yuan looks up as Luo Binghe trots over, smiling. In his hand is a basket of peaches, picked from his garden. Despite having eaten not too long ago, Shen Yuan can’t help but drool at the sight of the plump-looking fruits; he’s had them before but he can count the few times he’s eaten them because they were expensive. Their baby’s been craving for these fruits too.
He picks one from the basket eagerly as Luo Binghe joins him. “Does Binghe want the first bite?” he asks, holding the peach to him.
“It’s alright. A-Yuan can eat first.”
The peach is sweet, sweeter than any other he has ever eaten before. And there’s a whole basket he can eat to his and his baby’s heart’s content. Luo Binghe watches him with a fond smile as he eagerly tucks into the fruits.
It’s actually nice out here, Shen Yuan thinks. How silly of him to have wanted to go home when home is here, with Luo Binghe.