Tag: centaur!gabriel

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

Reyes/Akande (+McCree) – centaur!Reyes; centaur!Akande; rough/animalistic sex; dominance through fucking; watersports; gaping

Gabriel is a right bastard. He is not quite terrorizing the other inhabitants of Jesse’s little rescue farm, but it is a close call most of the time. Jesse doesn’t think that he is doing it out of malicious intent, but Gabriel is big and strong and he likes to make others feel it.

And to clarify: Jesse hasn’t gotten Akande to terrorize Gabriel in turn. He hasn’t. He has his little farm because he likes helping those unfortunate animals and animal-hybrids that have been done wrong by humans. He’d figured Gabriel was lonely; needed someone his own size so they could playfully rough each other up.

He’s not quite expected… this.

Akande hasn’t been here for quite three whole days but he’s already established himself quite thoroughly. Especially with Gabriel who he is in the process of mounting as Jesse steps into the stables, bucket of delicious greens clattering to the floor as the handle slips out of his suddenly lax fingers.

Akande has Gabriel against the sides of one of the boxes; not quite cornered but close enough that Jesse his half-way to grabbing for a pitchfork to make the frankly ridiculously huge centaur let off of Gabriel (who is larger than life himself but still looks small beneath Akande’s muscled bulk) when he sees how Gabriel’s rump is curving; bearing down helpfully, hind legs dancing a bit apart.

Akande is purring something in their own language, mounted up far enough that he can easily touch Gabriel’s trembling shoulders. Gabriel groans in response.

Jesse is rooted to the floor, watching as Akande’s terrifyingly large cock sways between Gabriel’s hind legs before the large centaur shoves himself farther up Gabriel’s back, front legs curled around Gabriel’s wide, heaving belly.

The new position makes Gabriel’s rump curve down lower still. Brings the soft, pouting ring of his anus into the prefect position for the flared, blunt tip of Akande’s cock.

For a second Jesse is distracted from the heart-clenching sight of Akande trying to force the fat dick into Gabriel by the hissing sound of Gabriel pissing; his cock is out and hanging beneath his belly; a submissive, excited stream of urine hitting the hay beneath them.

Jesse can just stare, mouth agape, a pitiful erection tenting his overalls.

Watching the centaurs fuck is like watching continents collide. He can’t quite compute how Gabriel actually managed to take Akande’s massive cock, but the truth is that his lovely hole is stretched wide around the intrusion, his tail cocked helpfully to the side to let the big, gorgeous centaur fuck into him, their large sacs hitting against each other with obscene, fleshy slaps.

There is no way for Gabriel to dance away; Akande is heavy, pinning him down and keeping him locked to the spot. Forces him to get deep dicked until Jesse thinks Gabriel has to feel it in his belly. Hell – he has to taste the massive cock by now; especially given how he is basically reduced to gurgling, spurts of pee hitting the hay at irregular intervals; probably whenever Akande hits a particularly good spot that zings right along Gabriel’s long spine and makes him realize just how utterly dominated he is by the big centaur.

Jesse couldn’t tell the exact time when Akande fills Gabriel up; one rough thrust is just like the next; slow and almost lazy, the big centaur taking his time as he breeds up his new mare.

When he slides off, Jesse takes an aborted step forward, then stands still again, staring at the gape of Gabriel’s dark, silky hole, and how dark pink his insides become; how watery Akande’s cum is as it starts to drip out of Gabriel who keeps standing with his hind legs far apart, tail held aloft so it wouldn’t get messy while he’s still groaning; still acting like he’s being fucked sloppy and ruined by Akande’s massive cock spearing into him.

Jesse’s own cock is throbbing and wet, mouth dry as he stares at the mess Akande left behind and wonders just how silky Gabriel’s ass would feel against his face as he pressed it into the gape and started rimming him…

Compilation Fic from the Creature Feature comp!

Here, have the McReyes fic out of the Creature Feature compilation (you can find more on that here) with centaur!Gabriel. 

I hope you enjoy :3c

There was no deceiving Gabriel. The centaur was stupidly intelligent. Frustratingly so, even. He would watch Jesse with those dark, knowing eyes of his, silent and brooding from across the paddock, beefy arms crossed and dark hooves shoving occasionally at the dirt.

Jesse could try and be as inconspicuous as possible; never watching Gabriel full-on; just gazing at him out of the corner of his eyes or from behind the curtains of his room on the second floor.

He could do smalltalk, make an effort not to let his hands linger anywhere as he carefully cleaned the centaur until his coat was gleaming dark and silky, his voice wobbling only the slightest bit when he got to scrubbing the brush along the firm, warm curve of Gabriel’s belly, staying clear of the soft, tender area on his lower abdomen…

Yet still, Gabriel would look like he knew every dirty fantasy flitting through Jesse’s head when he lay in bed alone, hand generously slicked up for his cock to push in, squelching obnoxiously and filthy in the silent room; thinking of Gabriel and his silky, fleshy sheath and the cock hidden within; thinking of his large, mouth-watering balls between his strong thighs.

Sometimes he thought Gabriel was taunting him, when he galloped across the paddock at a leisurely pace, silky black tail held high in the breeze, showing off the soft opening of his anus and the bounce of his testicles… and other times he thought there could be no way that Gabriel was doing this on purpose. That the centaur had other things to worry about after a life lived in captivity to get ridden in rodeos, than to get an awkward, horny young man hot and bothered for him.

But… Gabriel was Gabriel – and he was an inscrutable bastard at the best of times.

.o.

Gabriel looks drowsy that morning, leaning his upper body against the partition of his box, arms folded, head resting on them as Jesse starts going to work – but he knows better than to let his guard down. Gabriel is a good guy most of the time, but sometimes he is an asshole, too, and Jesse has leapt away from his hoofs more often than he’d like to admit.

“Didn’t sleep well?” Jesse asks conversationally, just to break the silence even though it is a comfortable one. He couldn’t trust himself in silence, though. Silence meant he had to focus on all those other things: like how warm and musky it smelled here; how strong Gabriel looked, how his lean belly moved slow with his breaths.

Gabriel simply hums. He doesn’t pay much attention to Jesse, utilizing him more like a personal servant than anything else, and that… is even hotter. Jesse swallows, palm sweating against the rubber of the brush as he scrubs it across the tantalizing swell of Gabriel’s ass. He hesitates there for a second, heart beating in his throat, glancing towards Gabriel’s front and looking at the relaxed slant of his broad shoulders before he presses the heel of his free hand against his cock and pays extra attention to that special spot at the base of the centaur’s tail; making the firm rubber teeth scratch vigorously until he can see out of the corner of his eyes how Gabriel lifts his head in attention, his big body moving, slowly leaning back and into the massage.

The tips of Jesse’s ears heat up, his chest feeling too small for the air he wants to pull as he keeps rubbing, scratching, massaging the base of Gabriel’s tail, cock swelling in the loose overalls he donned for this dreary morning.

He fantasizes about reaching beneath Gabriel’s tail; of his trembling fingertips touching the velvety soft skin of his pouting rim, his anus tender to his questing, cheeky digits. He thinks about how Gabriel might react. Maybe he would encourage him. Hum deep and content, tail lifting out of the way, the old branding on his flank shimmering wet in the dull light in the stables as he lets Jesse shift behind him, lets those nervous, long hands feel up the thick, strong muscles of his thighs, maybe shifts his hoofs apart and lets Jesse cradle the heavy swell of his testicles, squeeze them, fondle them…

“…some slick.”

Gabriel’s tail flicks, the ends of the stiff hairs catching the side of Jesse’s neck in a stinging lash. Jesse jerks back, a pained cry stuck in his throat. All he can do is suck in air sharply, hand coming up to touch the throbbing spot and hitting himself in the face with the brush in the process. He scowls, throwing the brush to the floor so he can touch his neck once more, carefully this time.

“What was that for?”

“You weren’t listenin’.”

“To what?”

Gabriel watches him calmly over the swell of his shoulder, one hind leg softly thumping against the ground. He would look casually relaxed if not for the antsy twitching of his muscles beneath the glossy dark coat of fur.

“I said ‘Get some slick’.”

Jesse’s dark expression lightens somewhat. His cock throbs and his mouth runs dry. He pulls in a deep breath and releases it in a nervous stutter as he rubs his sweaty palms against his thighs, trying to ignore the insistent tent of his crotch.

“I… what…?”

Gabriel slowly stretches, his strong body stiffening in a sinuous line. Jesse watches helplessly, staring at the tight muscles of Gabriel’s upper back. In this light, the scars from his rodeo harness are barely visible. When he lets go of the tension, he sighs deeply and slowly rounds in a tight circle, his dark eyes boring into Jesse’s flushed, eager face.

“Get some slick,” he tells him, deep voice lower than usual. He leans down until his face is close to his caretaker; until Jesse can see that his neatly groomed beard is just the same shade of dark, warm brown than the rest of his fur. “I want to fuck you.”

Jesse’s brain short circuits for a moment and he can only stare, dumbfounded, cock helplessly drooling, smearing directly against the coarse material of his overalls because he could not have been bothered with underwear that day.

Gabriel’s eyelids lower. His large hoofs stomp gently against the ground once more. He is just as nervous as Jesse but can hide it better.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re a little centaur freak, aren’t you?” He lifts his hand, tickling the fingertips along Jesse’s cheek. “But you’re in luck. I’m in the mood, so…”

Jesse feels a little drunk. Gabriel has never talked this much, and he wonders whether this is even real; whether he isn’t still in his room and dreaming all of it up. Gabriel is touching his face, fingers careful and curious, petting his cheeks and testing the give of his mouth.

“Or… don’t you want to?”

Jesse takes a shuddering breath, trembling fingers going up to the closing of his overalls.

“Oh damn. I want to. So badly.”

.o.

He’s not sure how he thought this would go down but leaning over a crate, thighs slicked with thick, creamy leather polish and Gabriel’s cock squeezed between them, he knew he would never have been able to think of anything better anyway.

He is whimpering, high and helpless, arms curled around one of Gabriel’s front legs, just hugging it and trying to keep standing while his knees are shaking and weak and his cock feels fucking insignificant next to the large horse dick rubbing through the slick valley of his thighs.

He can hear Gabriel above him, grunting softly with every nudge of his hips, and Jesse wishes he had been able to plan all of this ahead because he’d have put up a mirror to see Gabriel’s face more easily. Instead he has to crane his neck and peer up at him; watch how the usually stern, no-nonsense face was flushed dark and how he was hiding his eyes behind one thickly muscled forearm.

Gabriel looks, for lack of a better word, shy. Almost embarrassed that he has his caretaker beneath him, using the soft, slicked up thighs to fuck between in little thrusts that jostle Jesse and make his balls throb. He whimpers, carefully lets go of his clutch at Gabriel’s leg and reaches down, his face hot, his chest even hotter as he touches trembling fingertips to the flat, flared head of the centaur’s cock.

It is wet to the touch and when the questing little fingers register, Gabriel makes a sound like a wounded animal and thrusts harder, jostling Jesse who tries to hold his ass up helpfully and nestle it into the warm, fragrant crook of Gabriel’s crotch.

He wishes he had enough coordination to reach down with both hands; curl them around Gabriel’s cock and hug it to his belly. Make him rub along all of him to help him get off. His cock is drooling copiously, helping to make everything slick and wet and the thought that a good part of the sticky mess covering Gabriel’s thick shaft was from Jesse himself was… oh dear.

Oh dear.

“I’m not… I’m not gonna… gonna hold on for long,” he whimpers, hiccups it out, his thighs trembling and knees nearly giving way, thinking of the huge beast laboring above him, fucking his thighs so carefully, so restrained… he wants him to rail him. Fuck him against a higher crate. Against the breeding stand where both of them have better chances of finding purchase and he’ll be able to go to town on him.

“Gonna come,” Jesse whines, his thighs stinging as they start chafing, muscles protesting with how tightly he keeps them clamped, so very determined to give Gabriel a good, warm spot to jerk off into.

So determined to be this centaur’s fleshlight.

“Fuck,” he hears the centaur mumble, softly, indistinct, and there’s a thick jet of pre-cum coating his tickling, nervous fingers still rounding the flared head, continuously touching the shallow groove of his piss hole. “Yes. Ok. Fuck. Come… Come with me.”

Gabriel’s trembling, nervous hands reach down, fumbling, searching, then finally finding Jesse’s head to cup his face between his sweaty palms, his ass still hunching to fuck between his thighs.

“Come with me.”

Was asked for farmer!Jesse rimming shy centaur!Gabriel!

Jesse’s farm is home to all kinds of critters – all of them rescued out of less-than-desirable circumstances.

They are, for the most part, unable to go back to freedom for one reason or another… or refuse to like Gabriel does.

He hasn’t outright stated his reasons; maybe there is a part of him that fears his old herd would not take him in again, or he might be captured once more to make pretty little hops in a circus or be the little ‘show stud’ for a wealthy lady.

Jesse is not entirely sure, but he’s left the door of the paddock open on many nights and never has Gabriel accepted it and left.

Gabriel is a good boy. One of his favorites, if Jesse is honest. A gorgeous centaur even despite the deep scars that mar his dark brown coat.

Even more gorgeous when he is being shy like now: arms stacked against the side of the barn and face hidden against them, while his hoofs dance restlessly left and right.

When Jesse touches his muscular rump with one big, warm hand, he flicks his tail once, sharp, catching the farmer on the cheek.

Jesse laughs at that even through a hiss of pain and rubs the stinging spot.

“Easy, now,” he croons, thumb rubbing back and forth across the glossy coat. Gabriel shudders once – a full body twitch that goes from the base of his tail all the way up to the back of his neck.

Jesse leans forward and nuzzles next to his hand, so close to his goal that Gabriel does another nervous side-step. When Jesse glances up he can just about see the brick red upper curve of his ear.

It is cute, really – because any other time, Gabriel fancies himself the boss of any other inhabitant of the farm, prancing and showing off his strong, gorgeous body on the wide plane that the farmer owns.

Now, though, he’s very quiet and very shy… just from the prospect of Jesse shoving his face between his muscular hind legs and giving his pretty asshole a good licking.

“You’re ridiculous,” Jesse drawls, big hand grabbing at the thick, glossy tail and shoving it out of the way until Gabriel lifts it himself, albeit almost reluctantly.

“Just do it,” the centaur murmurs. He sounds so sullen that Jesse snorts a laugh – and pretends like he isn’t fighting down the instinctual reaction to jump to the side because Gabriel is a little bastard and definitely would kick at him.

However, Gabriel does not seem to have noticed – he is too preoccupied with burying his face in his arms once more, probably feeling Jesse’s warm breath against the pouting, dark rim of his anus.

“There you go,” Jesse croons, voice pitched low and soothing, hands rubbing along the backs of Gabriel’s legs, smoothing down his already impeccable fur.

He doesn’t take his time admiring the sight – is quite sure he is on a timer here before Gabriel’s nerves leave him and he’ll kick out and run away – so he just gets his face in there and licks it.

It is silky soft and smooth against his tongue. Jesse presses closer, smelling nothing but the warm scent of Gabriel’s body. He can feel the fat muscle tremble beneath his tongue as he licks again, and again, and grabs at the backs of Gabriel’s legs like he would at a lover’s ass.

They’re out in the open, any of his charges could come trotting around the corner, but it is not like it is unheard or unseen of Jesse to tend to his lovely creatures and soothe them through some of their anxieties with his thick, sturdy body.

However, Gabriel has proven himself to be delightfully skittish when it comes to being seen in a compromising situation, and it amuses Jesse to no end, even if he would never say so openly.

He keeps his licks slow and leisurely, dragging the flat of his tongue all around the black rim until it is shiny with spit and Gabriel is making soft, punched out noises.

When he starts utilizing his hands, thumbs on either side of the pouty rim to pull it a bit apart and let him lick inside, however, he starts getting louder. More agitated.

One of his big hoofs stomps at the ground, muscles twitching in his powerful hind legs as he makes aborted, deep-chested sounds that grab Jesse directly by the balls.

He wishes he could properly reach between Gabriel’s legs and grab at his cock that would be no-doubt out of the sheath by now, but he is also loath to leave his place at Gabriel’s ass; warm and silky as it is.

He wonders, as he listens to Gabriel muffle his whines against his big, muscular arms, if he could make him come like this; with a little human tongue in that big, tasty centaur ass of his.

He wonders if Gabriel would do as he always does when Jesse makes love to him, and immediately trot away after he’s come; embarrassed and a bit petulant, pretending like he wasn’t the least bit interested in Jesse’s thick, hairy body.

He just might have to find out.

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Centaur!Gabriel porn for @ikkanoodles because he’s a good dad. A good, soft dad.

“Are you…” Jesse stops, swallows excess saliva, rubs one hand across his mouth and scruffy chin. “Are you okay with this? Is this – is this okay?”

He slips closer on his knees, nervously eying Gabriel’s hind leg, curled towards his body almost daintily for such a huge creature, the hoof close enough to Jesse’s head to make his heart race – but not soften his cock.

His hand is around his dick, clutching it like a lifeline, almost strangling the poor thing. Gabriel is quiet, torso curled towards him as he braces himself with an elbow and watches the proceedings with an unreadable face.

He is capable of human speech, Jesse knows that for a fact, but  as usual he prefers to let him suffer – just remains silent and watches with something akin to mild curiosity in the slant of his eyebrows, his forelegs tucked neatly towards his chest.

Gabriel is a gorgeous specimen, now that he’s allowed Jesse to actually groom him after weeks and months of getting closer in painfully small increments. The branding on his haunch and the scars on his torso and face telling his story well enough to make Jesse think it would be worth it to try and get closer to this one; make him hurt a little less by coaxing him into shelter and dressing his wounds.

He almost feels like he was taking advantage – if Gabriel weren’t so very capable of showing him exactly what he thought of something when he didn’t like it.

The centaur’s belly is large and warm and tight beneath Jesse’s trembling, petting hand. Close to winter as they were, his fur was thicker and longer than usual, allowing the blacksmith’s fingers to sink in, the tight curls of hair sliding across the digits. He smelled warm and musky and stupidly comforting. If he was in a good mood, he’d let Jesse lie on him, moving up and down with his slow, even breaths.

Jesse had no idea if he was in a good mood now, though. It was hard to say – his face said no (though Gabriel’s face always said no) but his legs curled up and helpfully out of the way, showing off the juicy thick sheath and the large, dark testicles between his strong thighs… oh those told another story altogether.

Gabriel’s belly was moving against Jesse’s sweaty palm in slow drags. He shifted every now and then, moving a little in the softly rustling hay – but only to get a better view of the happenings. The sight of his dark eyes intently watching Jesse inch his way towards his velvety looking crotch, thumb just about able to slowly slide along the tender space where the sheath met the warm belly, was doing… things to him.

Things that made his cock pulse in his clammy hand and pre-cum bead at the tip.

“Okay,” Jesse breathes, heart beating so hard it made him almost nauseous. He turns his head, wipes his wet mouth against his shoulder, and gets stuck in that position – head turned away, just about peeking at what he is doing, mesmerized by his own daring as he suddenly slides his hand over and on Gabriel’s sheath.

His mouth drops open a little then, breath hitching in his chest as his tingling fingers carefully close around the juicy girth, then squeeze a little.

“Okay,” he whispers again, thumb stroking, palm tingling. Gabriel’s sheath feels so velvety against his palm. Warm and soft, and thick where he is gripping it halfway down, and Jesse can feel his cock surge against his palm when he realizes that he is holding Gabriel’s cock right now. It’s in there.

He is touching Gabriel’s cock, squeezing it with a trembling, uneducated fist, and all the creature does is watch him silently, hind leg twitching but ultimately carefully still. Letting him touch.

A soft huff from the centaur has Jesse jerk away for just a second and glance up at his face, guilt churning in his belly – until he sees the dark flush on the creature’s cheekbones and the way his ears are tilted; backwards, yes, but not aggressively so (and Jesse knws by heart how Gabriel looks when he is pissed off. Oh yeah he fucking knows that thank you very much).

“You like that?” he asks, voice rough, hand returning to the sheath with a little less nerves and more curiosity. He squeezes again, carefully, brows furrowed as he watches the large belly. “I could… Y’know… if you want to? You could just uh l-let it out and I could…”

He glances up at Gabriel’s face once more. It’s flat again, Gabriel’s lips pressed into an unimpressed line. Jesse doesn’t know whether it’s because he doesn’t like the idea or because he doesn’t understand what Jesse is getting at and is pissed off at that.

Jesse takes a deep breath and nods to himself more than anything.

“Yeah alright. Okay. Wow, man, you got some nice… I mean – they’re really…”

He’s babbling as he slides his hand farther back the sheath, eyes fixed on the prize. He doesn’t know who is more surprised when he boldly palms the large, dark testicles. Gabriel grunts, hind leg twitching again, and when Jesse looks at him searchingly, he has slung both arms around one of his front legs and is hugging it towards his chest as if seeking comfort or a shield, his face flushed a darker red and his eyes wide.

Jesse’s hands seem to move on their own – much like his mouth usually does – stroking, squeezing, carefully palming the centaur’s balls and testing their weight before his fingers start tickling even further back, testing the warmth and feint give of Gabriel’s strong thighs until the stallion huffs again, decidedly skittish now as Jesse’s fingers begin inching their way towards the warm, silky space beneath his tail.

And god how much Jesse wants to touch Gabriel’s hole; the soft, dark skin; how perfect it would be at suckling a cock right in and cushion it warm and wet –

“Okay. Okay. No touching there. I got it,” he mumbles, hands sliding back towards the sheath again, face feeling stupidly hot. He can feel the scars of Gabriel’s rodeo stint on the thin, soft skin, but the centaur doesn’t seem to mind him touching them. He’s relaxed, clutching at his front leg, watching with rapt attention that looks surprisingly cute on his stern face.

“How about a little … quid pro quo?”

He feels stupid for asking it but as usual his mouth runs before his brain can catch up.

.o.

Jesse is not sure Gabriel has understood what he was trying to get at, and his belly feels fluttery and nervous now that he has his back turned towards the front of the centaur.

He feels like that is not a good idea. Gabriel’s front was even more murderous than his back. His arms were… well.

His arms were big and his thirst for revenge even bigger.

He couldn’t see any other way to make it work though; he has to practically sit astride the firm belly, freezing when Gabriel grunts softly at his weight. He had thought shortly about making him turn fully on his back, but he didn’t think Gabriel would go along with that piece of acrobatics.

So there’s no other way in his lust-addled brain to make it work – get his cock close enough to the warm, silky opening of the sheathe to carefully nudge… push… just – just carefully slip inside into what is –

“Fuck… Damn… oh G-God?”

He is hugging Gabriel’s curled-up hind leg and squeezing his eyes closely shut as he tries to breathe through the sensation. He thinks dimly it would have been better to jerk off once or twice beforehand. Take the edge off before he tried anything as this – getting his cock carefully engulfed in the velvety skin of Gabriel’s sheath, feeling how slick and smooth he was inside, and oh maybe he hasn’t been as unaffected by Jesse’s nervous groping as he had seemed.

There’s wet, slimy slick easing his way, and as he cups his hand around the sheath, he can feel it bulge around his cock, flaring as his hips stutter and shift closer, fucking deeper inside until there were tears of overstimulation burning in his eyes and his cock bumped against something else inside, big and firm and warm and –

“It’s your cock oh my god I’m fucking against your cock I can’t-”

His voice has climbed high and breathless. His ass cheeks clench as he ruts further forward. He can feel his cock inside the sheath and can feel the tightness of his hand from the outside around his dick and the sensation makes his balls almost hurt with the imminent need to just shoot.

“Not yet, not yet,” he whispers in a distressed mantra. He wants to fuck properly – fuck… fuck the sheath like a fleshlight with long, strong moves of his hips, but all he manages to do is rabbit fuck it fast and sloppy. He doesn’t have proper leverage with only one leg – he can probably be thankful that Gabriel elects to ignore the way the heel of his other leg is drumming against his flank every now and then… and if he was being really honest, he didn’t have the best track-record with stamina anyway.

He thinks of his fleshlight up in the main house; how similar and yet wholly underwhelming it would be now after this experience of fucking a real warm hole that was clinging to him like wet silk, the flat tip of Gabriel’s not-entirely-uninterested cock nudging against him again and again…

It is actually Gabriel’s soft little grunt from behind him that does him in, however – that, and the big warm hoofs that carefully slip around his waist in lieu of hands that can’t quite reach him where he is straddling the centaur’s belly.

He comes suddenly and messy with a wet gurgling sound as he chokes on his own tongue, making a mess out of Gabriel’s sheath as he fills it with human cum and gets it sloppy wet with it.

When he carefully slides off, face bright red and huffing, he just about catches sight of Gabriel’s unimpressed face as the centaur realized what he did.