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.

D. va, in her endless torment of 76, puts a fleshlight between her legs and lets him fuck it while she gently croons at him, teases him, and otherwise drives him mad. Letting him smell her, cradle her, worship her; but he never gets to really take her, not really. But it’s ‘just like the real thing, right?’

fffuuuck we’re talking the same language, friend.

fuck fuck fuck. yes.

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Her fingers look so small curled around the fleshlight. He forgets how to breathe for a moment, lungs seizing in his chest, kneeling on the floor and staring at the sight of D.Va playing with the toy.

“What is it?” she says faux innocently, voice pitched a little higher than her usual vocal range, eyes studiously large and sweet as she slides her fingers along the barrel of the toy. “Don’t you like it?”

She lifts it towards her lips and gives the plastic a little peck, watching the Soldier watch her, his mouth falling open, eyes tracking every movement. His arms are outside of her line of sight. He’s probably clutching at his cock, as he watches her – squeezing the big dick with both fists; making himself hurt without her having to tell him.

“Well?” she asks a little sharper, leg stretching, pink painted toes nudging ruthlessly at his stubbled chin. “Don’t you like it?”

“I… like it,” he says, voice raspy. There is no other answer he could give – everything else would cause her to deny him the privilege for another god-knew-how-long.

D.Va smiles at him, bright and happy. She opens her legs, lets him see her hairy snatch opening just enough to give him a peek of her velvety insides before she brings the toy down between her legs and rubs it there; hips curving up into it. She moans breathy and totally fake, and he’s so gone for her he hangs onto every note, tendons straining in his neck and veins popping on his forehead.

“Come,” she croons, and he scrambles to get up, large body pushing between her thighs, sweat already beading at his hairline. He’s huffing and she laughs at him. Her giggling increases when she sees how shaky the hand gripping his cock is; how she dragged him to the edges of a seizure just by being a denying little cocktease.

“Oh no, no, no. You dummy,” she says lovingly when he tries, hoping against hope, to dip his cock beneath the toy; let it nudge at her cunt and get at least a little sip of those warm, velvety insides. Instead what he gets are her sharp nails digging into his lower body, forcing a grunt from him.

“Wrong hole, dum-dum.” He simply nods along, tears of frustration beading at the corners of his eyes as he lets her push him back to realign himself – this time with the slick opening of the pink, sparkly toy.

Fucking her like this is a new form of torture. She slings her arms and legs around him and sighs; holds on and coos as he fucks like a man possessed, hips hunching, grunt fucking into the slick opening. She holds it in place for him, at least.

He imagines she wouldn’t sound so sweet and composed if he were to fuck her in earnest. He imagines her howling on his dick, complaining about the burning in her cunt, about how he was ruining that sweet little hole and filling her belly with fire.

He has his face mashed into the crook of her shoulder and feels her card her sharp, cruel little fingers through his white hair as he imagines her groaning like a beast, bearing down on his cock, trying to comprehend the sheer width spreading her open. She’d drool for him; she’d come on his cock, squirt for the first time in her cruel, cock-teasing life, beg for him to stop and come again and again when he wouldn’t… come until she was fucked dumb and silent and sweet, a little kitten, tamed by his dick….

“Just like the real thing, isn’t it?” she croons in his ear, her fingers surprisingly strong as she grips his hair and drags his head back – makes him look into her face. She is composed and smiling, staring at his teary, snotty face and coos at him when she wipes at his cheeks.

“I’m so nice to you, aren’t I?”

He bites down a sob of frustration, his balls painful – filled to the max, hurting, tender from getting denied again and again. He nods regardless; puppy eager, hips still flexing, humping the fleshlight as if showing her how good he could fuck would make her reconsider torturing him.

D.Va leans up and gives him a little peck – not unlike the one she gave her toy – and leans back down with a little sigh. Her small tits bounce with the movements and he can’t stop staring at her chest.

“Tell you what. If you manage to come within ten seconds after I give you the command, you’ll get to sleep in my bed tonight.”

His chest seizes, cock spurting out such a thick, sudden stream of pre-cum that for a second he fears he came.

“W-With you?” he asks, voice small and shivery. She laughs – not cruel this time, but delighted at how much he’s already learned. She strokes his shoulders and frames his face in her hands, cooing: “Yes. With me, this time.”

God, he loves her so much.

“Do you wonder how it feels?” D.Va coos, fingers keeping her labia spread; showing off the candy pink of her insides. “Do you dream of fucking me?”

She sounds honestly curious; gentle, eyes big and dark in her face, cheeks flushed. She almost looks cute and innocent. Like a pretty little lady instead of the merciless, loving she-demon she was.

Soldier: 76 can’t take his eyes off the velvety space between her spread legs. The little Miss is shameless – her knees far apart, showing off her everything; from the small, firm tits that feel like hard, little apples when she rubs them against his chest, across the shivering, fatty plane of her belly, down to the cheeky finger rounding her opening again… and again… and again…

He gets dizzy the longer he watches. His cock aches for a taste. He wants to crawl inside her head first and sample the sweetness she has been offering him for months and not allowed him to actually take.

You can only see. Not take. Don’t be a bad boy, now.

“You think about it often, don’t you?” D.Va commiserates. She dips a finger in; shows him how tight she is – her little snatch closing around the single, slim digit and suckling it in. 76 throws his head back and thumps it against the wall so hard he sees stars. It doesn’t help his cock. It feels ridiculously swollen in his fist. Big and proud – a cock anybody would be happy to cram into their little holes.

Anybody but D.Va. Anybody but her.

She just looked and laughed and played him like an instrument.

“You can watch me,” she promises magnanimously. “Come on. Use your toy. I bought it just for you. You can watch me and fuck yourself and it’ll be like the real thing, right? Right??”

He wants to sob because they both know the answer to it. Instead, he breaths deep and ragged and pulls the pink fleshlight towards himself. It is sparkling and girly, and he can almost pretend like it’s the real thing.

Like it’s that hairy little cunt he’s been thirsting after; watching D.Va play with herself, tug at her pubes and pinch her fat clit until there’s her juices drooling out that silky little opening.

He fucks into the fleshlight for her amusement; goes on all fours and lets her watch the flex of his ass and abs when she asks for it with a little laugh and burning cheeks.

He is her play thing. This little lady has him curled around her small, dainty fingers and he can’t help but follow her every tug.