Hotel Chaldea Ep. Koyanskaya 6

"You look way better like this in my opinion. Just saying."

Being ridden in a non-sexual way was kinda new to you. Sure, once your kids were bigger, you could probably give them rides as well, playing horsie would be a lot more fun if you didn't have to ruin your back by maintaining human form. But considering they were simply too small for the immensity of the Centaur form that had been bestowed upon you, it was simply impossible to let them enjoy it.

Not so much for Koyanskaya, who had both the advantages that came from being a fully grown adult woman, as well as the durable body of a servant that allowed her to ride you properly without actually needing a cumbersome and annoyingly uncomfortable saddle on your horse torso.

"You also look way better like this," you quipped back, not even turning around, you knew exactly what she look like, with windswept hair spreading behind her head like the trail of a comet, pale skin, a light sheen of sweat and the morning mist highlighting her curves, there wasn't a single stitch of clothing on Koyanskaya's body, and her large, heavy breasts bounced and swung wildly as you trotted along.

Initially, you had intended to just spend a day with her doing stuff she liked, she was tense and acting out because of it, going entirely too long without a break and overworking, not just playing your secretary and being a sexual relief tool on the daily, but also running the NFF PMC and also working frequently at the Hotel... well, she didn't need to sleep so she had enough hours, but that wasn't healthy for her mind either way.

Ritsuka had actually approached you with the idea, and you agreed...

So with a little trickery, you had taken her out of the cold environment of the north and headed to the large open plains and steppes of Mongolia, with large swathes of flatland and lightly raised hills, oases of green grass spread around in oceans of brown and yellow dirt and sand as well as sparse groups of trees.

Oh, and also, lots and lots of wildlife, a safari trip in a world where humanity had not yet come, with wondrous and fantastic animals roving the landscape that would one day house one of the greatest empires the world ever would see, but right then and there, had mostly the ancestors of modern animals and phantasmal beasts of all sorts.

Just you, and a naked fox woman with pink hair and fur, her hands around your waist, breasts pressed against your back, and pussy rubbing along your equine spine. You exhaled out through your nose as she began to rock back and forth while you slowed down, cresting over a small hill that overlooked probably the biggest expanse of flat grasslands.

Probably, some day, it would become a pasture... but it was just wild and tall grass, a massive expanse of green with only small prey animal diving into it for protection from the roaming predators, and some smaller predators that also needed to hide from the bigger beasts roaming about. Wolves and wild cats and foxes and wild hares and such...

"It's so beautiful, isn't it? Unspoiled! Unsoiled!" Koyanskaya called, raising her hands and gesturing all around. "This world-" then she stopped. a pink rifle, vaguely similar to a what you thought you would see on a movie Sniper, manifested in her arms, which she rapidly aimed with and then fired a shot that became a pink streak, and then, a cloud of fine pink mist appeared above the grasses. "Fuck that one."

You snorted.

"It's the circle of life, I would've thought you of all people would know that," you pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. "Nature sometimes needs a stern and firm hand helping guide it," she said, "you don't lose to humanity repeatedly without learning that lesson," she added, dismissing her weapon, putting her hands on your back and then sliding off. "I'm perfectly secure, I don't need to justify ending the life of a threat to a good time," she said, throwing her hands up and stretching, pointing her palms at the sky.

You stomped the ground and raised your torso, throwing your front horse legs into the air, and supporting your weight on the back legs, stretching your body as well after the run, and then came closer to her.

"So was it everything you wanted?" you asked, crossing your human arms over your human torso and looking down at her, which was very easy given you were almost hilariously taller than her as a Centaur.

"No, not everything, not just yet," she said, closing her eyes and basking in the sun a little more. "Alright, time to get what we really came here for," she said, taking a deep breath, "I've been having to deal with crappy low level mob dicks for so long, you've been spending all your time with that gynoid hussy or the dark magic slut, and I've had enough!" she called, turning around and pointing at your chest, having to lean back a little and point way up to do so.

"Well you're the one that refuses to let go of any of her hats," you pointed out.

"Hats are great but what've they got to do with this?" she asked. "Besides you know how hard it is to find hats that go well with fox ears? Harder than you'd think!" she said, tilting her head and raising a finger, wagging it at you, "today's all about me! So- I get to feast!"

"Fine," you said, chuckling, "you may... feast," you said, standing a little straighter to gain a little more height, spreading your back legs and standing properly.

You weren't a horse, that much was obvious, a centaur and a horse had some rather noticeable, key differences, in particular the most obvious being the fact that your equine torso was way bigger, but it went even beyond that.

You had two extra hearts and an entire respiratory system independent of the one on your human torso, as well as an inordinately efficient and inhumanly huge digestive system.

Most importantly, the biggest difference became readily apparent as Koyanskaya dove under your torso, one hand sliding along the short hairs of your brown coat, tickling you as she got in position in front of your crotch.

You could almost see in your mind's eye her stick her pink tongue out and lick her lips, the wet sound of her gasp and gulp as your cock started to emerge from its sheath.

While it was distinctly... nonhuman, it was only making her even hotter, you knew that much. Koyanskaya might enjoy human cocks, especially yours, but her favorite were the nonhuman ones.

The bigger, the more monstrous, the more beastly, the better.

She watched with enraptured fascination as the flattened head of your cock broke free, as its black length, slick with your own precum which coated it, emerged from the sheath that kept it prisoner.

Then she gasped in awe as your huge balls dropped from your body and seemed to inflate, filling up the sack that hung from just behind the pouch-like sheath that usually contained your cock, until a bit over a foot of cock hung from between your back legs, growing even more as it became engorged and stiff with your arousal.

In moments, you had sixteen inches, forty centimeters, of cock, four inches of diameter, it was even bigger than it had been when you fucked the Lancers, closer to a combination between an ogre and a centaur.

It was in fact so absurdly and inhumanly big that no human woman could ever even come close to taking it, and even servants would struggle... But Koyanskaya was no human woman.

Her face was flushed, her breathing was coming in short pants, she moaned and vibrated under your body, she hadn't even touched you yet and you knew she was watering the ground beneath her pussy, her crotch spraying her juices as if preparing to give up the ghost.

Koyanskaya noisily swallowed, gulping as her hands reached to grab the immensely thick and fat cock that wasn't even fully stiff, taking it with both hands, her palms pressing against either side of your cock, her thumbs caressing the underside, each of her fingers tracing the lines, wrinkles and veins that covered the deceptively smooth looking surface.

Koyanskaya existed, at that moment, for no other purpose than to become a receptacle of your cock. She believed that so firmly and fervently that she emanated the thought, without any sort of communication, you could immediately read her heart, not even having to look at her.

Still... raising your hands in front of yourself, you concentrated on the function that Medea had added to the charm that hung from your neck, which had been added due to a throwaway comment about not being able to look at the face of a girl devotedly giving you a blowjob...

Soon, it was as if a screen was projecting from the charm Medea had made, and you could directly see the whorish sluttish melted bitch face that Koyanskaya was making.

Koyanskaya concentrated and focused on opening her mouth, looking as if she was unhinging her jaw, she was opening so wide it was scary, you felt the intense pleasure of sliding into a tight, warm and wet hole that was entirely too small to take in your cock, her throat.

Except unlike a pussy, Koyanskaya's throat wasn't made for cocks, her throat and neck bulged, her cheeks first hollowed then overfilled with precum and saliva, her eyes watered and tears rolled down her cheeks from the sheer insane effort she was making just to take you in, she gagged, choked, spittle flew, water even leaked from her nose, she looked like an absolute mess.

And all of that, just to take the very tip of your cock in, giving herself not even a moment of respite before she relaxed her throat and mouth muscles, almost looking like an upright frog for a moment the way she crouched and how her cheeks grew and her eyes bulged...

And then she slid forward, and you felt untold pleasure, immeasurably toxic delight, it was like the rushing high of stimulants, of drugs even.

Getting deepthroated with the biggest dick you'd ever sported was a novel, new experience, and it felt almost as if you should be going all the way through, because your full size was even bigger than the forty centimeters you had measured it at before, it was really a miracle that you weren't coming out of Koyanskaya's ass as she dove even further and managed to take you all the way in until she kissed a ring near the last third of your cock.

It was where the sheath hid the last third of your cock that she stopped, not because she wanted to, but because she came so hard she sprayed her juices all over the place. If servants could piss you'd think she had done exactly that, it wasn't one, it was a multitude of orgasms, a chain reaction, a cluster explosion.

Her throat closed and tightened around your cock, massaging it and milking it, as her desire to extract the heavy and virile semen stored in your balls translated through her body, her hands reached for your semen tanks, each large enough to fill her entire hand and only growing as they produced more and more semen to prepare for ejaculation.

Your eyes caught hers, and you got the impression, she knew you were watching, but just could not bring herself to care, she looked to be in utter, absolute bliss, as if she had reached true and sure nirvana, popped out of existence then came back because it just felt so good, her entire body seemed to concentrate on the sole task of providing you pleasure and milking the semen right out of your balls.

And if she was going to go that hard, if she was going to push it to the limit...

Then it would only be right to respond in kind, so you did exactly that, letting loose and unleashing the rampaging and mighty white magma contained in your reservoir, your cock erupting like a volcano.

A river of semen, hotter than magma, thicker than molasses, flowed down your cock, making even your mighty member bulge and Koyanskaya react so exaggeratedly that for a moment you feared her eyes might just pop out of her skull, you feared you'd soon hear a pop or crack of her jaw, but despite everything, she did not break, and she took it like a champ.

The first shot alone was enough to repopulate an entire species, enough semen just from the first shot to fill her stomach and give her the sensation of fullness that could only come from the most satisfying of meals, as she devoured millions of lives in but an instant, satisfying her beastly instinct while also satisfying the deep seated desire to be a pet that she had inherited from the one whose form she had stolen.

Koyanskaya's stomach was filled to capacity.

And then shock burst into her face as she realized that another wave was coming, another tsunami, another Krakatoa, another world rending and realm destroying eruption of thick, hot, white and creamy seed, hot enough to burn all reason to just cinder.

She couldn't, wouldn't, refused to pull back and allow even a single drop of your precious seed to be wasted, and so, she firmly gathered her resolve and then screwed her eyes shut, her body trembling as she once again came hyper explosively as you fed her another population bomb of a cumshot, and immediately, her belly bulged, her malleable servant body responding to the sheer need to evolve and grow.

In a moment, she developed a belly that resembled several months of pregnancy, and it would only continue to grow as more semen filled it.

More and more cum went into her, she ate it, she devoured it, she consumed it, even trying to break it down to energy as fast as she could to give herself more time and more space, but it was no use, you were cumming so much that she couldn't keep up even actively breaking it down, her tummy expanding more.

Three, four, five spurts of cum, each equivalent to a whole ass village's worth of ejaculations, even with her going all out, Koyanskaya looked like she was pregnant with octuplets... it was so much, too much for her, and you were cumming with such incredible potency, that it actually pushed her off your cock, she almost rocketed off from the force of your shots in fact!

Koyanskaya's face was plastered in semen immediately afterwards, and she managed to slap both hands over her mouth, closing and sealing it, screwing her eyes shut, her eyes teared up, and cum came out of her nose, which she then plugged with her hand, her hands and face and chest and everything else being covered in cum as you continued cumming all over her.

She didn't seem to mind at all, if anything, she enjoyed the facial like it was rain from the heavens, and then your next shot was like a shotgun blast going off and covering her all over.

It felt like hours, but it was only a couple minutes, and then, it was over, and the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze gave you a moment of peace that you could luxuriate and concentrate upon, taking a few steps, the clopping of your hooves being one of the only sounds alongside the whistling of the wind, that interrupted the quiet of nature.

Letting yourself breathe, you relaxed, still erect, and still wanting to breed Koyanskaya like never before.

Turning around, you stretched your arms and tested the movement of your equine legs, before laying eyes on Koyanskaya.

She had stabbed several pink rifles into the ground, and was using them as a sort of pommel or stand, managing to lift herself enough with the huge rifles and prop herself well enough that you could actually comfortably mount her.

Swallowing to put the semen back into her mouth, she looked back at you. "M-My reward... isn't... gahhh, fuuuck, over yet, is it?" she asked.

You snorted. "No, no it isn't," you agreed. "I'm going to enjoy this, far more than I should."

The world around you was one that had never seen the rise of man, but it sure would see the height of its debauchery.