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ENJOY (This is my 1600 post...)---------------------------------------------------------------------------------EQUUS AND ELF by Keith Peck 1In carnal dream he lay asleep, wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets, a litheElf-boy, young and not quite innocent. Frustrated eyes flicked open, brightnessborn under a shock of black hair. His nose breathed in huge gulps of air, andhis soft lips parted; shadows shifted over his face. He looked like a diver,just surfaced, enjoying the very air. The scent like a rich musk permeated thefarm. A powerful smell, it obscured even the rutty smell of Konya, his brother,the odor of antler-crowned stud buck that he knew so well. But the smell thatthe Elf breathed was the scent of something powerful beyond even words. Itwas the distilled essence of mighty male muscles, of the harsh sweat of a god,of power and dominion. His hand came up, covered his eyes, obscured the littlelines that a sudden frown drew across his forehead. His nose twitched in thenight. Nothing could overcome the secret odor, the one that called to him so.Smell of thighs sweating. Smell of work in the hot sun. Smell of lust.Smell of a stallion, running through a sunny meadow, kicking up weeds into afog of gold. A stallion, running and running, his heart pounding in thewildness of the moment, black mane streaming like a banner. That was the sourceof this perfumed drug that filled the air - a mighty horse. The Elf moved hishand from his eyes, curled a bit of black hair round a finger, thinking andthinking - of the stallion. The white stallion had come like a ghost this veryafternoon to his father's farm, in the southern reaches of Konyamiand'sKingdom; the white stallionthat he had seen while he had been working in thefields. It's image hovered in his mind. Idealized, it had no real shape - it wasmore a dream that he experienced when he recalled the vision of the whitestallion. That afternoon, as the stallion had passed the Elf as he had workedin the fields, the stallion had looked at him like no animal had ever donebefore. The stallion was an aryanlapt - god-blessed, intelligent as an Elf,capable of speech with an Elves and with Horses. It had seen him, not as a dumbbeast would, but as ... he was too afraid to think the thought. He could notrest. He pulled the sheets down from his chest. Beauty revealed: his chest,naked and defined, carved by years of work in the hot sun. His groin, framinghis phallus, swollen (maybe), fat as a worm, dangling over his young testicles.He got out of bed, bent over, grabbed a leather loincloth and wrapped it tightround his waist. The glories the Elf-boy hid like a sword sheathed, like asecret delightful sin. He left the farmhouse, walking up the vapor trail. Thenight was quiet and still. All the farmhands were asleep. Behind him the house- full of lusty father and lustier brother - faded, as if dark veil had beendrawn over it. Ahead loomed the stable. It was the center of the mighty musk.The stable was a sun, spreading cuddling rays to dependent planets. He wasdrawn to it. The horse, the horse. The Elf could smell him, the great whitehorse, tall as a lord, a shaggy mane like a ripping from the night sky. Allthat beautiful smell washed around him. The Elf was the supreme battlefield.Chemicals rushed around and through him, tangled with thoughts. He paused onthe threshold of the stable. The odor wafted round him, nestling in hisarmpits, between his pectorals, in his boy-fragrant groin. He stood, andthought, and trembled, a teenager drowning in a rage of hormones. With his foothe made a subtle motion - forward, onto the straw- strewn floor of the stable.The dust of the courtyard brushed off his feet. Thought had won in him. TheElf-boy, just barely a man, slinked forward, a supplicant seeking immenserichness, seeking a divine gift, seeking communion with the gods. The odor wasthe pathway to the heavens. His link with the horse, his dark hair, black onunblemished white skin, trailed lankly between his shoulder blades. His skin,smooth as polished alabaster, was like a shimmer of moonlight on a still pool.His hair, black, shaggy, darker than shadow. The link was all-important forwhat he now sought, the only reason he could think of to justify his petition.Naked chest gleamed like silver in the dimness, and two nipples like eyesstared out from cupped, firm pectorals. Across his washboard stomach shadowsrippled, a brook laughing over stone. Curls of black hair kissed his delicate,sweet navel, and descended in enticing line below the level of his kilt.Buttocks as ripe as swelling melons lay shrouded beneath the thick leather; adark furrow split the twin halves, from there (though the Elf was unable tosmell it) came another wonderful smell, the perfect complement to the fragranceof the stallion. The Elf-boy's promised yielding, opening; the stallion'sproclaimed mighty, raging energy. Lusting air kissed his naked muscled thighs.Other horses were stabled there: he knew their names. Huryada, Tyiript,Aulyor, horses only not aryanlapt. And ears picked up and heads bobbed insurprise at his intrusion. But the Elf had no nose for them.He breathed the air, electricity tickled his lungs. A sorcerer must benearby, stirring almond vapors into the magic air. The odor did not belong tothese horses. It was the stallion that the Elf-boy sought. It was his firstquest into the heart of quivering magics, and it was thevision that the odor brought, the wonderful thoughts of streaking throughhighland meadows, racing sunlight, hooves slicing through talldried grass ... and thighs pumping and pumping and pumping. The sweet smell:sweat and musk. Then he stopped, a shadowed form in the dark, an Elf-boycaressed by lusting moonlight. The stallion more than justified the promise ofthe musk. Tall and proud it stood, luminous in it's stall, a circle ofpearlescent light around it. A god's hands had shaped the equine marble of it'smuscles into a vision of beauty. Wash of odor like sweat bursting out sweptthrough the stable. Proudly, it tossed it's head as it saw the Elf-boy. And itfixed dark eyes on him, and the boy, so tender, so young, so perched on theedge of the forbidden, was caught, lifted, spun around, and plunged into thesweet welcome there. Gazes locked. The horse was the center of an engulfingstorm. It's odor was sacred. The boy sucked in the odor and held it within in,carried along, drunk with the moment, too afraid to speak.* * *The stallion saw the Elven beauty outside his stall. And it was delighted, itwould have smiled had the gods given it that ability. There was a wonderful,fiery tension in him; a jagged bolt of lightning flashed from his heart to hisgroin. The boy had come. The horse had come this very day, to this farm, led bya guide from the city of Kyulon-Lirren. They had plodded (because the guide wasso slow) down a long, dusty, sun-drenched road, through the hills surroundingthis little farm. It was in the outer fields that the horse had seen this Elf,and it was in the outer fields that the horse had begun to lust after him.There the boy had been, so sweet, so tender, so yielding, but so male - bentover in the fields, working, filmed by hard-earned sweat. The boy had lookedback at him, into the stallion's eyes. The stallion had seen through the layersof guilt and repression to the boy's darkest, deepest, most hidden thoughts.The guide had plodded on, coming to the farmhouse itself. Deals were workedout, between farmer and the guide, and the stallion was led into the stalls forbathing and cleaning. The horse had noted all the others there - horses,donkeys, even goats - and it's genitals had swollen with the thought of all theequine strength he could take here. Not a full erection, just a subtlestatement of desire. But all his thought had been on the dark-haired beautyfrom the fields, and his nut- brown, tight body. Now he was here, in thestalls, in the dark of the night, enraptured by the sight of the stallion. Anequine tongue licked equine lips and a stallion's brain thoughtultramasculine thoughts. A stallion - the creature that sought to reduce allthe universe to a hole that could be filled by it's ever-ready never- drainedphallus. And this stallion, made by Aradd God of Love and sentinto the world to rule masculinity, had long ago conceived of a different task.This stallion had never had an Elf sexually, it's talents as a sexual machinehad never been appreciated in Kyulon-Lirren. All it's desires, all it'sfrustrations, it had vented into others of it's kind. But here was a boy, bornon a farm, surrounded by the natural forces of the earth, entrapped by thelusty, easy power of animals. A country boy, a fusion of dirt, sweat, and song.The stallion wanted to sink his phallus into poetry itself: this Elf-boy. Insilence the stallion watched as the boy at last moved and climbed over into hisstall. He saw muscles bleed through the skin, how the damnably tantalizingloincloth hiked up, how the lightly-furred teenaged testicles hung like sweetfruit between his thighs. The horse sniffed, smelt the clean scent of the boy,his symphony of odors. The horse licked his lips with a shiny tongue. Anelectric tingle began in the horse's mighty testicles; a thigh muscle twitched.Softly the horse moved to position himself. It was the equine pattern - do notreveal what the postulant seeks until the proper time. He faced the object ofhis desire at a slight angle, presenting his right side, a posturing designedto reveal his strength but cloak the glories. The boy, with his loinclothwrapped tight round his sweetness, was doing the same - good, the horseapproved. * * * The Elf-boy, caught up in the spell, felt his heart hammer andthrob. He was forbiddingly excited. The musk like a syrup lay thick in the air.His delicate nose sniffed it, caressed it with moist innards.The scent was a tangle of ropes, all leading towards the horse's secret places,the places it girded with shadow. The horse spoke, in a deep voice, lower thanthunder. "Who are you? And why have you come here?" The boy's tongue stuck fast. His name had been about to spill out, for he mustobey this lordly horse's commands. But the second question, the bald demand,stopped his answer in his throat. The boy dreaded what he had come for. He hadhis own question, but how to ask it? What was the ritual? "Who are you?" the stallion asked again. "I am - " the boy began, in a gentle boy's voice, his words silky, loving. "Iam Salanu." An electric shimmer quivered his hair-kissed testicles. "Salanu," said the horse, slowly. "Salanu - it is a name worthy of you. Now.Why have you come into my stall?" The horse's stall, not Salanu's father's stall. No, no, the horse was themaster here. The master, on four strong legs, with ... The horse took a simplestep forward, it's radiance filling Salanu's upturned face. "Why have you come to me?" "Because you're so fucking beautiful," Salanu breathed, so teenager, sohormone-centered. "So people tell me. My name is Rihumme." The horse craned his neck forward slightly, entering the space that belonged tothe boy, breathing in the scent of Salanu (scared, exhilarated, elated).Rihumme the white stallion locked the boy deep into black eyes, enjoying theElf-boy's beautiful face - the pattern and curve of shadow upon parted pantinglips. Enchanted the horse drew closer. His nostrils hovered onto a few inchesfrom Salanu's pectorals. No smell of sweat now, just boy unadulterated, sosweet, heavenly. The stallion began to trail downwards through the aura ofsmell, sniffing nose dropping lower and lower. The smell of teenaged male Elf:tendril of testosterone like an aphrodisiac, whiff of semen like ahallucinogen. Rihumme was not looking at the boy now, his eyes closed. In aworld of darkness he tasted the boy. The horse's questing nose dropped lowerand lower, beneath the lower edge of the tight loincloth. The scent changed.Ambrosia. Rapture. The true odor of the boy. Salanu trembled as the horseinhaled him. He swirled into illegal dream. The hot breath of the horse was onhis chest, then lower and lower. Blood gushed into his hot young cock. Thehorse opened his eyes. His nose was nearly between the muscled thighs. He wasstaring at the shape of a tube, hidden beneath the thin leather, and he wasbreathing Salanu's ball sweat and anal sweat. He could feel the boy'sincredible tension. Rihumme's nose tickled with the secret electricity Salanuemitted between his legs. The horse lifted his head. Something beautiful beganto happen beneath the loincloth. Salanu elongated, awakened, stiffened intoyouthful power and glory. "Boy," said the horse, "why are you here?" "You're myfucking beautiful master." He gasped the words. "I don't know what's happening... " He trailed off, near tears from confusion. "Come see what's happening tome," the horse commanded. He turned, stripped the shadows away from between hisback legs, proudly revealing himself to Salanu. Horse balls hanging, swollen,huge, covered with skin like leather, hair-studded, sweaty. Candy. Center ofthe smell, the horse- musk that ruled the night. Twin wizards of masculinity,guarded on either flank by thick-muscled thighs. They commanded Salanu'sobedience. A flood of saliva filled the Elf-boy's mouth: candy. The great cocklay sheathed in a leather scabbard, hanging beneath the horse, a great weaponhidden yet fruitful with potential. Sweat dripped from it. Salanu wanted totaste that sweat. His knees weakened at the sight of the royal penis. He wantedto kneel. But something began to happen. A pink dot appeared at the end of thesheath, like an eye opening.A sliding nose, rustling, silk sliding on leather, as the dot lengthened,took on form, entered a second dimension. The horse was getting hard.Rihumme's eyes slitted over with the pleasure of getting an erection. Asnort escaped him as he felt the pure power of his penis becoming hard.Like a snake wriggling from it's hole the pink cock emerged, glistening,night air welcomes it. Long, hard, thick, inch after inch, equine powerful,mighty, on and on, as if it will never in. Twenty-five inches of masculinity,the pride of the stallion. The horse was erect. So was it's boy. Rihumme, whitestallion, enjoyed the glorious energy that now blazed between his legs. Hisballs were heavy and silvery and steamy. He must join, fate has decreed; thestallion must mount. And enjoying his erection he enjoys the sight of theElf-boy, his agape mouth, his suddenly increased smell, the magic they madebetween themselves. "Oh ... oh ... oh," Salanu said, little chants, a littlechant coming out of the eroticism of the moment. His eyes were slits, as if hewas seeing into a different realm. Rihumme's head again bent forward, his shinyhorse-tongue emerged, touched Salanu's left nipple which sprang instantlyerect. Salanu cried out in pleasure, but the tongue swirled around still. Thehorse was at last touching the Elf-boy. The tongue danced, Rihumme tasted hisboy, his cock throbbed, a dripping sword sheathed in the air. The boy's chestglistened as if dusted with diamond. Teenaged male Elf. O the power oftestosterone. Salanu's eyes closed, and he sighed in rapture. A long fat tubelived in confined quarters beneath his black leather loincloth, an unsubtlesign of his arousal. Ball-musk, anal sweat of sweet boy, smell of erect studstallion, all mingled in the night air. Salanu was in a trance. He was awarethat the horse had ceased to tongue his chest, he could feel the presence ofRihumme's erection: the very air crackled. He saw a glowing vision: thissplendid white horse, it's black mane it's banner, racing across a golden meadow,it's strong legs pumping, it's mighty muscles contracting, Salanu on his back, apart of the glorious image, naked, his own hair streaming, his thighs clampedtight to the writhing mass that was Rihumme's back. O what perfection to bepart of nature, to join with it, to be it's servant. Sweat streaked his dreamingface; he was on fire for the stallion, it's erect masculinity, for the seedboiling like molten silver in it's swollen balls. "Boy," Rihumme said. A floodof precum burst from Salanu's penis. The horse was too erotic. He could notcontrol himself. He had nothing but dreams before, he had never been withanyone sexually. It was as if he had waited all his fourteen years just forthis one moment. He said, "Yes, oh yes?" drifting up out of his trance. "Whatis your name?" The stallion asked this again; he was following equine ritual."I ... I am Salanu." He looked at the horse, it's immense erect tool gleaminglike a fat spear between it's thighs. Salanu couldn't believe how huge the horsewas. "Oh gods, what's happening?" "You know what is happening," said thearyanlapt, voice crooning, seductive. "Do you want it to stop?" An easyquestion to ask, because there was no danger of refusal. The boy's hungersharpened his scent, made his desire plain, made the night all the sweeter."No, no ... but -" "You, boy, are in rut. You want this." The horse twitchedhis twenty-five inch erection proudly. Rihumme felt it's heavy blood-gorgedweight between his aching thighs. "You want me. I called to you, when I smelledyou this afternoon." "What did you smell?" An Elvish question, no mare nor apassive stallion would ever ask such a question. It was not part of the equineritual - but here they were making a bridge, between Elf-boy and horse. A newservice would have to evolve here. "I smelled a boy who trembled on the edge. Who was ready to become a man. Whodreamt of - what his kind forbids. Who sought someone to bring that dream tolife - and knew who that one was when he saw me. I have been waiting for you,as you have been waiting for me. You are mine. You are for me. I am for you.""Are we to mate?" And with great pleasure the stallion noted that theElf-boy had said mate, had not used an Elvish term - not fuck, not screw. He'dchosen the equine term, the term that another stallion who Rihumme had selectedto rut in would use. Rihumme caught the boy with his great dark eyes, thosepools of night, and he saw a film of sweat glistening on the boy's upper liplike fuzz of a peach. A strand of black hair - the boy's own dark mane, theirlink - fell in delicate curves toward eyes now staring wide open at theglorious spectacle of the aroused stallion. Rihumme looked at the boy,gloried in the feeling his erect cock gave him. He wanted this. For solong he'd sought to mate with masculinity, to drive his penis into it,to mount it and make it his own He had first given his penis to mare's, becausethat was all he knew. Then he had discovered that stallion's lusted after him,and he had learned to give them what they sought: his cock buried in theirbucking asses, pumping and stroking them. But it was not satisfying, notcompletely. Masculinity was a teenaged Elf, beautiful as an orgasm. His questwas over, he had found the Grail. "Are we to mate?" Salanu repeated. "Yes,"said the horse. Precum trickled down Salanu's sweating thigh. "You are mymate," said Rihumme. Salanu was swimming in a forbidden dream, drinking in theoverpowering waters, surrendering to the death. "How?" he asked blindly. "How?How are we to mate?" He had seen animals do it - but he never had done it.What was there to do, how was he to pleasure this horse? "Take your sarongoff," Rihumme ordered. "I want to see what's mine." The boy was in his power;the animal commanded. The boy was prisoned in the powerful smell roaring outfrom the erect stallion's swollen balls. A shiny droplet of precum appeared onthe pink tip of Rihumme's arm-thick cock. Salanu stripped. His long Elvishprick at last revealed: nine inches of glory, hard as a stone. It smacked upagainst his flat belly, vibrant with new life. it's head was the color of aplum, the balls beneath swollen with silver seed. Gentle dark hairs, soft likethe breath of a lover, nested round the root of his prick. Naked the Elf-boywas glorious. An Elf, teenaged male, naked and erect for the erect stallion.Cool air kissed his thighs. A bead of moisture glistening like a fragment of astar dropped from his armpit onto the hay. Salanu trembled, out of control,swirling out of reality into a fantasy he'd long desired. How he wanted this.What a spell twenty-five inches of hard animal cock could work. The horse wasthe power of his universe, forgotten were family and friends, there was onlythis magnificent beast who stood revealed in all his lust for Salanu. The horsewas the luminous center of everything, and Salanu moaned, irradiated with theprurient light streaming from the horse. He left the realm of solitaryfantasies, leapt from dreams of the unknown male world into reality. He wasblazing a trail into a new world. Distantly, through his fogging excitement, hefelt the horse's rough tongue begin to lick him again. "How?" he breathed. Thehorse was so close to him, so large, so lordly. "Do you want it?" Rihummeasked. The ritual. He pulled away from the tightly muscled chest. He looked atthe beauty in front of him. Never had he had an Elf; what a catch this onewas. A droplet of precum fell from his cock. "I want it." "There is a ritual togo through. You must complete it, with all your heart, with all your mind,before we may mate. You must say it all, bring it all out of you, make ittrue." "Yes . . ." "Say you are in rut." "I am in rut." "Say you will be mymare." "I will be your mare." And the crowning gesture, the heart of themeaning of the ritual: one slow pump of Rihumme's hips, an arrogant thrustingof his gargantuan tool forward as if he was sinking it's length into a luscious,phantom asshole. A slow demonstration of his power, of his dominance, of whowas the Male here. Rihumme said: "Say you must mate with me." "I have to matewith you. I need to mate with you. Oh shit, I must to mate with you!" If hehad any reluctance left in him, those slow pumps of the horse's hips would haveerased it. With a voice of steel Rihumme commanded: "Go get a stool." TheElf-boy went to the stall door, presenting his sculpted back to the horse: theknobs of his spine, regularly spaced, the muscles of his back spreading roundit like the hood of a cobra; the strong boy- muscled thighs, virile, powerful.And Rihumme saw for the first time the place that he would penetrate, the placethat would open for a cock for the very first time - the very unfeminine ass.Polished marble hard as stone, tight, clasping as his guarding the portals toparadise. The dark furrow kissed with the softest of black down releasing thescent of yielding and opening. The horse drooled another drop of precum. Salanugrabbed the stool from outside, pulled it over the door. He sat it down infront of Rihumme like an offering. He saw the horse's cock again. He whimpered,fearing and loving what he knew was to come.He was a slave here, the horse was master. The horse and it's boy; the horse andit's mate. "Good," said Rihumme soothingly. There was a tinge of fear in theElf-boy's odor. He did not want him fleeing - not now. "You are quick.Do you want me still? Will you still accept me in you?" Salanu said: "I am inrut! Shit fuck shit, I'm in rut!" He bounced back and forth from foot to foot,his cock too rigid to vibrate, for it stood up tight against his flat belly."Bend over the stool," Rihumme ordered. Salanu turned, bent at the waist,laying his saliva- and sweat- streaked chest on the wooden grain of the stool.He spread his legs wide in invitation. His dark hair flowed forward like anight tide across the nape of his neck, into his impassioned eyes. All thosevisions, the farmboy lusts he'd had while growing into young manhood, thoseforbidden things he'd imagined on hot nights when he'd had no relief except hisfist and his fantasy - they were so weak, so pale, next to the vital reality ofthe horse, his master, Rihumme his stallion, standing just behind his openedass. The stallion circled his bent-over boy once, examining him, strutting now,the conquest done, the victory his. The long cock protruded between his backlegs glistened in the pale light, huge and powerful. Yes, this was his visionof the way it should be. An Elf, cheeks spread, waiting for Rihumme's monsterpenis, masculinity offered up to the master of masculinity. He stopped behindthe boy, bent his head forward again. His eyes closed; he guided himself inthrough the heavenly scent. His ears flattened against the sides of his skull.Gently, he tongued Salanu's ass. O what a taste. The Elf-boy sighed inunimaginable rapture. The horse's tongue swept up the crack, licking up sweatand scent of the boy. It was too much - he snorted, a signal of his ownpleasure. "Has anyone ever taken you here?" His tongue slid up and downSalanu's crack, a loving eel of pleasure. "No ... no, they've wanted to, but Iwouldn't let them ..." "I will take you here. I will be your first lover. I,Rihumme, the stallion, will mount you and love you. I will join to you, horseto boy, and you will be as a mare for me." "O, I will." "Are you my mare?" "Iam your mare forever! I am in rut! I want to mate now!" So did Rihumme. Itwas time. It was time. The horse ritual over, the boy's surrender to his equinephallus was complete. He would take the boy. No more waiting. The horse'stongue licked Salanu's ass again, to ease the entrance of the mighty organ. Itprobed between those hard muscled melons, licking up the crack to the base ofSalanu's spine, slurping downwards over the blazing hot and acrid asshole tothe boy's fertile balls. Salanu spread his legs even wider, making theinvitation more obvious.The horse moved in closer, driving his nose between the boy's cheeks, inhalingthe scent while precum drooled off his mighty phallus in a continuous stream.Salanu in his ecstasy moaned. O how he wanted this. His innards itched with hisdesire. He needed the twenty-five inch cock, the horse's pink male tool. Theboy needed to mate with the animal, the boy was in sexual heat, it was time.The tongue was maddening as it caressed his secret places. It broughtincredible pleasure to him, exciting electric pleasure. It touched the gatesthe stallion would breach, that hidden hole between his legs. Salanu wanted tobe penetrated, opened; he had to yield himself to the animal. "Now, now, now,make it now!" The tongue withdrew. The horse backed up to inspect hishandiwork. The ass was shiny with his spit. Precum trickled off Rihumme'sglistening cock. The taste of the boy was in the horse's mouth: almonds. Itwas time. The horse mounted the boy. Salanu felt himself enclosed in warm furrymusculature. The ball musk assailed his nostrils. The horse was around him,above him. Something hot as a glowing coal prodded between his cheeks. He feltit maneuvering around, seeking his asshole. He shifted his ass, to give it theaccess it demanded. He was a slave, to pleasure the animal. Gently the horseentered. The cock pressed inwards. Pressure built up against the ring of muscleguarding his virginity. Salanu exhaled slowly, clenched his eyes, relaxed. Thesphincter opened - and opened - and opened. The mighty lance was entering. Hepushed back, accepting the mighty length the horse was feeding him. Pop -something gave. Salanu screamed. The horse was inside him. The horse paused,his apple sized prickhead pushed just inside the clasping, mouthing anus,wedging it open. "Am I hurting you?" "NO!" Rihumme felt the tight ring ofmuscle clamping down on his length.He no longer cared if he hurt the boy. He was master, he would take hispleasure. He slid forward, moving in ever so slowly. The ring of muscletravelled slowly up Rihumme's cock, like a tight clasping hang. The horse-cocksank slowly into moist heaven. Sublime, sublime, the sensation of being filled.The mighty instrument moved steadily into Salanu. His mouth hung open, agape atthe pleasure he felt. Rihumme eased into the Elf, slowly, carefully,withholding his full power. He stifled his urge to slam it to the boy, to shovehis three feet of meat into the Elf-boy in one mighty blow. Inch by inch themonstrosity of his cock slid in. The damp interior of Salanu's asshole openedaround it. It sank deeper and deeper up the back passageway, twisting andturning up the course of the intestines, massive animal cock thrustingaggressively deeper and deeper. "Ohhhhh..." Salanu moaned in delight. The horsewas deep in his guts. The glory of the entry had gone on for minutes. Then hefelt the hot, hairy balls of Rihumme against his upturned butt. The horse wasin the boy. Salanu hung impaled on cock. He had taken it all. The horse hadtaken his virginity from him. All the world filled his asshole. "I am in you,Salanu," Rihumme said. Then he began to draw his phallus back, very slowly,feeling the mucous-lined walls go sliding past his length. He was powerfully incontrol of the boy. He could hear the boy whimper his delight. Rihumme pulledfifteen inches of cock out of the boy, till he could feel the boy's analmuscles clamp down, trying to shit the arm- thick mass out. Then he pushed backin, using those powerful muscles in gentle loving fashion, giving the boy whathe sought: beastiality, and twenty-five inches. What a glorious feeling.Rihumme's cock again sank in deep, till his balls met Salanu's white butt.Slick hot flesh wrapped round his cock. The boy, spread-eagle, lay impaled onhis cock. "Oh, yes," they said. Then out again, a little faster, the long toolslurping out of the ass, pink flesh glistening. Salanu felt his guts close backup as the horse withdrew from his body. Then the horse ground forward again,faster, coming closer to the style of fucking he longed to give the boy. Heknew he must be gentle, till the boy's inside had adjusted to the mightyinvader, but he wanted to writhe and buck and thrust and pant, to churn in theboy, hips humping, flanks sweaty. But not yet, not yet, not until the boy hadtruly become his mare. Salanu felt open, split, the mighty cock filling himwith a burning erotic pressure. He gave his musky, secret interior to thelordly stallion and it's cock, the thick throbbing cock. The long thrust in tillballs rested against his ass; long slide out, till he writhed in a need-filledvoid. The rhythm of the fucking slowly quickened. Sweat streamed down his face;he began to buck his parted ass up at the horse, loving the stallion back,showing his blazing need, revealing the fiery nature of his rut. He was open,so open, to the thrusting, questing cock. Faster and faster Rihumme began tochurn, his eyes clouded with lust. He felt Salanu reaching back to him, felthis heavy sperm-filled balls bouncing against the Elf-boy's alabaster ass. Hegloried in the fuck. His prickhead buried deep into the boy felt so fucking faraway from him. The arrogant cockshaft shouldered aside Salanu's sphincter,arrowing in, erotic squishing noises coming from where stallion and Elf joined.His balls ached, swollen with cum; how sweet and cool and silky Salanu's buttfelt against them as he drove his dick deep into the boy. Rihumme took the boyand ruled him. He whinnied - purely equine, too far gone into the fuck. Hepuffed and snorted, drove with his powerful hips his fat twenty-five inch cockup the Elf's violated ass. Onwards and onwards he rose, toward bliss, churningfaster, starting to loose his civilization, starting to throw into the Elf thefucking he desired. He surrendered to the sensations streaming from his cock.Salanu clenched his fists, groaned as the horse began to slam shock wave aftershock wave into him. He arched his back, felt the horse's belly rub against it.He could feel the huge prickhead of the horse churning somewhere deep in sideup, riding up and down his dank guts. "I am your mare, I am your mate," hemuttered through clenched teeth, his lust turning the words into a growl. Cockslammed into butt, his vision dimmed with the powerful thrusts. His own cock,so puny compared with the erect magnificence of the horse, was stone-hard,dripping a sweet liquid. The horse stuffed again and again the slipperyarm-thick phallus into his rectum. The pace picked up, the violence. Salanureached back, enveloping more of the animal's cock with his tender body. "I amyours, I am yours." There Rihumme lost control. He let loose, becoming a mightystud stallion, hammering a volley of thrusts into the slut boy he ruled,fucking his begging hole. Quick violent movements, pure animal, long cock ablur as it emerged and sank it. Loud grunting noises but no words, allnecessary communication coming through the hard shaft the horse had between it'slegs. Fuck fuck fuck. Drive the meat in faster. The hot release was coming soclose. The fuck ruled: Rihumme envisioned an endless line of dark-haired boys,all waiting for him, naked; he imagined mounting them all, one after another,slotting them with his ever-erect cock. He could hear Salanu's cries ofpleasure. He drilled the boy's canal harder, rutting in his ass. "More moremore, O gods more, horse you fucking stud, slide it in me slide it in hard ..."The horse was now fucking Salanu as if he was another animal. The thrustingpower was absolute. Silver jism boiled in their balls, ready to spill. Salanupushed his spread ass back into the thrusts wantonly, skewering himself on theshaft of pleasure, questing for more, ever more. Rihumme's balls beat a tattooon his ass. The cock slammed into him. All around him the sweaty, heady smellof a fucking animal, muscles, penis, precum, balls, so close to the world'svital energy. The cock sliced, butted into him. Boy-riding horse slathered cockinto spread ass, ramming powerfully forward, ruling with erect cock, tremblingwith illicit thrill, battering boy-butt with bloated balls. Horse-fucked boyyearned backwards into the rigid axis of the thrusts. The cock was a bridge -horse and Elf united. "Ahh ... shit shit fuck, horse, stud, lord ... I'm coming-" Salanu cried out, fingers curling into a fist. A hot fire blazed in hisballs, rose higher like lava up his tubes. A blinding light burst in his skill.He screamed, the pleasure too much. A long squirt of jism, silver teenager'scum, a jewel, streamed out. He fired off his load, pumping it and pumping it.Grey ropes of cum netted his thighs. He shot and shot, vomiting it out of him,his balls spasming in his orgasm. It went on, he could not stop shooting, theorgasm eternal. The driving force of twenty-five inches of cock up his asswouldn't let him break the orgasm. "Ohh, ohh, it's shooting, I'm blowing it,fuck fuck fuck, don't stop, I can't stop coming ..." On the boy, on his thighs,cum - redolent of masculinity. The squirming boy drove the horse over the edge.Rihumme felt the anal ring clamp down round his mighty cock, heard the boy'scries. He grunted, panted, fucking. The boy's orgasm was a ripple of heavenalong the length of his cock. He could hear Salanu's cum splattering hotly onthe hay. Slice the cock into him. The boy, the boy, the smell of his cum ...Rihumme's eyes rolled up into his head. The horse came. A flood of jismerupted from his equine cock. The stallion jammed his dick up Salanu's ass tothe roots. He fired his jism. It flooded from the horse, squirting like afountain into the Elf-boy. Ceaseless spurts pumped grey fragrant cum up intoSalanu, hosing him, flooding his bowels, soaking him with it's animal essence.It blustered out of the asshole, between cock and anal pucker, rolled down hislegs, over his balls, a grey tide smelling of the sexual potency of the horse.It was as if Rihumme was firing a jet of cum into Salanu's guts. Rihumme insilence shuddered, pouring his jism out, filling the boy's ass beyondoverflowing. The hot liquid poured back along his cock, ran out of the ass,onto the hay. They shot and shot, spasms of ecstasy wracking them, ballsclenching, cocks jetting. When the explosions died away there was a silencebroken only by their panting. Salanu collapsed onto the stool, lost in a goldendreamland. His cock remained rock hard. The horse's cock was softening slowly,but it was still jammed up his butt, floating on a sea of grey cum. The fatphallus slowly softened, became more like flesh than stone. Salanu felt itslowly began to withdraw. Horse-musk surrounded him, the source a inch-thickpool of cum of the hay, the tide on his legs and balls and up his ass ...Rihumme with a movement of his hips began to slide his cock out of the boy. Itslinked back down Salanu's intestines. With a whispering slurp the head burstout of the ass. A flood of cum exploded out. The cock dangled beneath Rihumme'sbelly, long still, full of promise, gleaming wetly, redolent of stud horse andslut boy. It was retreating slowly back into the great leathery sheath. It wasover, they were two separate entities again. It was blissful but not sad. Thethrill of the act hung in the air; it would never be lost. Rihumme was ...satiated, for the while. He had taken masculinity at last, it was all that itpromised. He'd mated with it, ruled it with his cock. The boy, so pretty, somale, had worshipped the stallion with his tight ass. The god's offering - thegrey tide - lay strewn on the hay, on the boy's thighs and balls, between hisbuttocks, up his ass. The horse dismounted. 2Now devoid of erotic tension the air was silent and still. Salanu slumped inrepose over the stool, awash in bliss as his asshole burbled with slowlyescaping jism. His trembling legs, wide spread still, were an invitation forany male to mount him. He gulped in the air, sweat caressing his face, hisbrain afire with the unutterable pleasure he'd felt ram up into his guts. Hecould not think. The afterglow of their mating warmed him, though, succored himagainst the post-coital depression that lurked as it seemed in the nearbyshadows. The deep bond, the ecstatic union, now broken between them, the horsestood away from the heavenly boy. The pink cock like an elephant's trunk swungbetween his hind legs, wet, glistening like oiled leather.It retracted slowly back into him, a snake returning to it's den. Rihumme casthis gaze upon Salanu. Dripping jism caked the boy's thighs, a grey floodcovered the tops of his toes, the hay was soaked. Gray fragrant ropes of teenjism were draped over the legs of the stool. There was a silence in whichSalanu dreamed of the consequences of being in perpetual rut, like a humanfemale. Then he asked: "Was I good enough? Are you satisfied?" "Salanu,"Rihumme said gravely, "you do not yet know the way of a stallion, so I forgiveyou your question. Had you served as mare to any stallion, and had notsatisfied him, he would have mounted you again immediately and ridden you hardwith the phallus that you were too weak to drain of it's offering. He would showyou your foolishness, as he fucked you, and give to you for the final time thecock you didn't deserve." Salanu half-nodded, quietly lay his head on thestool. "Boy. Look at me." Obeying the master's command, Salanu turned his head.The warm sight of a stallion post-coital. A dreamy smile curled on his lips, asmile of deep satisfaction and even deeper longing. "Look at my cock." Thegreat pink staff had paused in it's retreat into it's armored sheath, on display.A rush of pleasure stirred in the jism-filled depths of Salanu's bowels. "Am Ierect? No. Not now. This is because your ass satisfied my lust for you. Thisis because you satisfied me. I am satisfied, as I never have been before."Salanu closed his eyes. The words soothed a deep fear that he had felt, hadfelt even when all he'd had was his masturbation fantasies - that he, a mereElven boy, could never hope to truly satisfy such a magnificent beast as a studstallion. "I am glad," he said breathlessly. "I am so glad. I would forever beyour mate, if you would but have me." What lust that phrase kindled in Rihumme.Erotic images flooded the aryanlapt's mind. He would fuck this beautiful darkhaired Elf for eternity, flooding his tight ass with his fragrant grey tide. Hewould die with his mighty dick sliming the boy's innards with evidence of hislust. The stallion watched Salanu slide wearily off the stool and drop to thehay. The boy was sitting in a pool of cooling jism that had farted from his asswhen Rihumme had cum in it. He sat with crossed legs: the lower half of hissmooth balls sank into the rich layer of cum. The boy sighed, his nosetwitching as he breathed in the very essence of the horse. Salanu scooped up ahandful of cum, smelt it. "Oh ... " he breathed. "I can't believe you'veactually given something this ... beautiful, wonderful, to me." "All I make inmy balls is yours," Rihumme said. "All you make in your balls I want," Salanusaid. "You don't know how long I've dreamed for this moment, this time, when Icould sit down, after having given my ass to the beast I lusted for." "You havelonged to fuck animals?" "Yes. Always. Since I was a boy. I remember watchingtwo dogs fuck once, when I was little. It was so exciting, the way he mountedher after she had accepted him. He just reared up with that pink cock of his -that pink cock, I can still remember it! It was bigger than mine. Then hestuck it in her -- hard! I still jack off thinking about it." "Do you like allkinds of animals?" "Yes," Salanu said. "But I like stallion's for theirlustiness. And the size of their pricks." He grinned. "Why," asked Rihumme, "doyou desire horses so? Alone, out of your race, do you want to mate with me?Why is your kind so adverse to mating with me? I've seen many Elves look uponme with lust, male and even female, but none have ever had the courage you had.I know that for the most part, Elven female's come into heat only rarely, andthat Elven males seek solace with each other. But why do they not also seekanimals to satisfy that lust with?" "They are fools," Salanu spat. Then he laughed. "They are fools. They do not know what fucking is about." "They are." Rihumme nodded. Then he said, "You realize that I will not stayhere." A horrified look spread across Salanu's face. "What?" "A stable is not my place. I am a stallion. I will befree." "Yes, you should be free. If you go, will you take me with you? I wantto learn so much from you. I want you! I am your mare. I want to know yourstory, your history." Rihumme nodded. It was time to put in effect a designhe'd had in the most secret chambers of his mind since he first felt the boy'slust. "I will tell you these things," he said. "But I cannot do it here." "Whynot?" Salanu asked. "This stall is not a place that I will live out my life.Stallion's do not live in prison." Salanu nodded slowly. "You are correct. Thiscannot be your place." "Let me free." "Whatever you wish, my lord." Enslavedto the pleasure-instrument now sheathed in the leather scabbard between thestallion's legs, there could be no other answer for Salanu. "But ... take mewith you." The boy's begging satisfied the stallion. For the stallion there wasno other answer than this:"Yes. As you wish," for the stallion himself was a slave to the tight ring ofpleasure that now dripped jism so sexily. "Are you so willing to give up whatyou have here so easily?" "I have nothing here. I am a warrior. All I want ismy sword and my armor. And your cock. Father and brother have both been aftermy ass. What will they think when they find out I lust for beasts? They willsend me away. So why not leave now? With my beloved." "Where would you go?""You are my master. I will go with you." "Salanu, I have many things to tellyou. We will journey places - - many places, far places. We will go tostrange worlds. You are correct: I will choose our destination. But I do notknow the lay of the land around here. I need you to guide me to a someone whomay direct me to where I must go." "I could take you to the Valley of the Stags... they are knowledgeable about this area." "That will do for now." Rihummelooked at the closed stable door."Free me." Salanu moved with alacrity, leaping up out of the jism to undo thedoor. The horse strode proudly from his stable, along the length of thehay-strewn hallway, his hoofs clattering on the boards. The other stallion's--Huryada, Tyiript, Aulyor --turned their heads as the magnificent beastparaded out. The stallion's were all erect and dripping, snorting at Rihumme,nodding their heads in supplication. Salanu, drying horse jism caking the backsof his thighs, they watched with - lust. As if Salanu were a mare in heatprepared to received them. Huryada, a great black stallion, thick and muscular,sprouted a 19 inch cock from between his legs. His muscles were taut as a wire;his big balls were drawn up tight against his belly. His mane, short andbristly, stood on end with the force of his lust. His eyes were dark andglossy; his soul was veiled. Huryada was an older horse and had fucked manymare's, but he had longed for the sweetness of this boy. Now that the aryanlaptRihumme had won him over, Huryada wanted Rihumme and Salanu. Tyiript, a greyracing horse, licked his thick lips with a sex- thickened tongue. His erectionwas 20 inches long and very thick. Precum was virtually streaming from hiscockhead. The true stud of the three, he had three balls encased in hisscrotum. He had sired many colts in many mare's. Salanu had ridden Tyiriptmany times in races. Now Tyiript was looking to ride Salanu. Aulyor was themost beautiful and youngest of the three. His noble face, his bright eyes --Salanu had always loved him. Salanu had spent many hours caressing his sleekbody, feeling the fur, marvelling at the bay color. The Elf boy had, a fewtimes, slipped his hands surreptitiously towards Aulyor's sheathed cock whilethe great stallion had looked at him with unfathomable eyes. But the Elf'sfingers had never made contact with the prize-- he had been too scared.Salanu, imprisoned by his terror, had no choice but to retreat to the hayloftand masturbate, revelling the images of beautiful Aulyor. A wonderful,friendly work horse, Aulyor's 21 inch penis was ready for action. All thestallion's worshipped Salanu and Rihumme with their cocks. Salanu was notunaware of the lust that Rihumme triggered. Mare's eyes, stallion's eyes, drawnto the sheathed weapon of pleasure that the aryanlapt carried between hismuscled thighs. It was a warming thought indeed to know that he, a mere Elvenboy, a virgin inexperienced in the motions of fuck, could incite - and satisfy!- lust in such a magnificent a horse as Rihumme. And he was aware of thelusting stallion's. It excited him. His cock again began to rear. "Release mycompatriots," said Rihumme. "My lord?" "I am taking your stallion's with me. Wewill have need of them." Salanu nodded and freed the stallion's. They strokeout onto the hay-strewn floor of the barn, their cocks at the ready. "There'sgoing to be a storm tonight," Rihumme said. "You can smell a storm?" "Yes. Itsmells like sex feels. Powerful. Masterful. Sweaty. Energy of the rut, fillingyou, mastering you, stiffening your cock."Rihumme paused. "It is my favorite smell." Salanu laughed. "Yes. So I wouldexpect." The pink dot reappeared in the leather sheath between Rihumme's legs.The long cock began to snake out again. Rihumme's eyes rolled upwards into hisskull -- what horse could resist the pleasure of getting hard? The mightyweapon emerged again, ready for battle, dripping with precum, glistening withhorse-lust. It was time for Rihumme to mount again. This time he would nottake the boy. The aryanlapt was now far more interested in the stallion's.Rihumme's eyes surveyed the other stallion's. He had a choice of three. Theyknew what he wanted, what he expected. Aulyor said (in equine neighing), "Iwant this boy. He has wanted me for so long. Let me have the boy." Rihummenodded. "You may have him. Which of you others want me the most?" Tyiriptsaid, mischievously, "Which of us has the longer cock?" "That's unfair," saidHuryada. "I've sired more colts." "Which of you wants me the most?" Rihummedemanded. "I suppose," said Tyiript, "we both want you equally. We're bothvirgins in our butts." "Is that true?" Rihumme asked Huryada. "Yes. And I wantyou in my butt badly. Then I want my cock in the boy." "You two line up sideby side," said Rihumme. "Head to tail, tail to head." Tyiript and Huryada didso, in sixty-nine position, touching each other, their flanks quivering. Theyheld their heads upright, proudly. Their cocks were twitching and drippingwith anticipation. "I will fuck you both." Then he called to the boy inElven-fashion. "Salanu! Aulyor wants you! Do you want him?" The boy had beenwatching the proceedings closely, fascinated. He had noted Aulyor standing offfrom the rest, looking at him with lust. "Yes, my lord." "Then spread for him,like you did for me." "Yes, my lord." Salanu bent over, pointing his ass atAulyor. The young stallion whinnied at the sight of the Elf-boy's two halfmoons spread open, butthole leaking Rihumme's thick, creamy jism. Salanuturned, to look coyly at the stallion. The Elven boy's guts were churning withthe anticipation of having another horse in him. His asshole pouted, spittingsperm. The excitement in him was like a living thing, churning and twistinghis stomach. Aulyor came to Salanu. He bent down, shoving his nose between theElf's cheeks. The smell of Rihumme's jism almost made the stallion come.Saliva began to drip from his lips. The grey horse tongue probed out like aneel emerging from a cave in a reef. With a great sweeping motion Aulyor lickeda mouthful of jism from between the Elf-boy's crack. Salanu shuddered withpleasure. "Oh, take me, take me," he moaned. "I love horses ..." Hisanswering was a thick neighing. Aulyor licked the jism off the boy, cleaningthe boy's butt in preparation for mounting. The tongue swirled around andaround, never quite touching the tight pouting ring of Salanu's asshole,scooping up the jism in smooth motions. The horse was loving the taste of hisnew master. Aulyor loved both Rihumme and Salanu, and he wanted them both --badly. But he wanted the Elf-boy more. This ass-licking was given him a tasteof the boy, and of the aryanlapt. Aulyor licked the horse-cum off of Salanu'sthighs. The boy was whimpering and moaning, his eyes slits as Aulyor's tonguetouched him in forbidden places. How long had he dreamed for this! He hadlusted for Aulyor ever since the stallion was a colt, loving his beauty, histhick sheathed weapon. He felt the horse's cold nose between his cheeks. Thensomething hot and wet touched his anus. It wiggled and wiggled. Salanu moaned,bent over even further, his belly and back muscles tightening to support him.He spread his cheeks so far that his crack nearly vanished. He shovedbackwards. Aulyor's tongue slipped into his anus, a long hot eel of pleasure.Rihumme's cooling semen drooled out onto the tongue, ran back into the horse'sthroat. "Oh, gods, eat me!" Salanu cried. He shoved his young, muscular buttback against Aulyor's face. The long tongue was deep inside him,reaching up almost to his navel, it seemed. It swirled around, picking up cumand pulling it back into Aulyor's hungry mouth. He twisted his butt, impaledon Aulyor's long tongue, shoving himself back into it. The horse tasted theboy's musky interior. He had for so long wanted to be up inside Salanu. Itwas warm and loving and hot and tight in there -- even after having beenunbelievably stretched by the aryanlapt. Spit dribbled off the horse's lips,onto the floor of the barn. His cock was hard as a stone, angrily thrustingout into the air. Aulyor's urge to mount was twenty-one inches of blood-gorgedcock, and irresistible. Aulyor pulled his tongue out of the boy with a long,slurping sound. He sucked on his tongue in his mouth, tasting the boy's ass-mucus. Heavenly. Aulyor backed away from the bent-over Elf, then mounted him,rubbing his muscular belly on the Elf's back. He probed his cock betweenSalanu's cheeks, precum dripping. The hard pink flesh rubbed against thechaffed lips of Salanu's butthole. The horse neighed. Sperm was churning inhis balls, begging for release. He wanted to fuck for the rest of the night.These stupid Elves, Salanu's father and brother and the farm-hands, neverrealized that their animals wanted to fuck just as much as them. Aulyor hadbeen kept in his stable too long, away from a mare's' cunts, watching Elvesfuck. Rihumme circled round the two stallion's he would fuck, displaying to themhis penis. He watched Huryada swish his tail to one side, revealing hisbuttocks, his big round asshole. Huryada's big, thick prick was drippingprecum, so brightly pink was the flesh that it looked artificial. A richequine odor rose from the stallion. Tyiript was following Rihumme with hiseyes, watching the master-stallion survey him. Rihumme thought thatimpertinent, but many mare's were impertinent before the ritual was completed."Do you wish to mate, stallion Huryada?" asked Rihumme, neighing, using thehorse-language. "Yes, stallion Rihumme. I hunger for you." "Do you wish tomate, stallion Tyiript?" "Yes, stallion Rihumme. I hunger for you." "You aremy mates." Unlike Aulyor who was too consumed with lust for Salanu, Rihummewanted the ritual. Sex was made for ritual. "Reveal to me what you offer,Tyiript." The stallion went to stand behind Tyiript's quivering butt. Tyiriptmoved his tail to one side, and showed his butthole to Rihumme. He pouted it,to hint at the lust he felt. The erotic contractions of the tight ring ofmuscles sent a squirt of Rihumme's precum to the floor. Rihumme bent forward,kissed Tyiript's ass. The horse-musk stormed in his nostrils. Rihumme pressedhis lips against Tyiript's butt, the ran his tongue up and down the horse'scrack from his big trio of balls to the base of his tail. Tyiript shivered.His tail swished anxiously from side to side, a virgin uneasy on the night ofhis deflowering. Done with him, Rihumme strode around to the other end of thepairing. Sweat glistened on Huryada's asshole. Gently, lovingly (for Rihummeloved strength and power, which was what Huryada was), he bent down and kissedit. The sweat was heady in his nostrils, the odor of ball-musk and precum aspowerful as the feeling the oncoming storm gave to Rihumme. Again, the tonguecaressed the base of the passive stallion's balls and tongued the underside ofhis tail. The black stallion rubbed his ass against the aryanlapt's face."Stallion Huryada. Are you in rut?" "I am in rut." "Stallion Tyiript. Are youin rut?" "I am in rut." "Stallion Huryada. Will you be my mare?" "I will beyour mare." "Stallion Tyiript. Will you be my mare?" "I will be your mare.""Stallion Huryada. Say you must mate with me." "I must mate with you!""Stallion Tyiript. Say you must mate with me." "We must mate with you!" "Willyou both accept me in you?" "Yes," the stallion's said, their eyes hazed withthe pleasure they felt. "I will take you in your asses. Has any other stallion-- or any other being -- taken you there?" "No. I am a virgin, awaiting yourcock," said Huryada. "No. I am your slave, your hole to fuck. I await yourcock," said´Tyiript, always the rebel, never quite following the ritual.Rihumme decided Huryada would be the first to get his cock. One, because ofthe taste of his ass-sweat on Rihumme's lips. Two -- Tyiript needed somediscipline. With a smooth movement Rihumme leapt up onto Huryada's strong back.He felt the other stallion stiffen, to support the sudden addition of Rihumme'sweight. Huryada's tail brushed the inner side of Rihumme's thighs. Rihummefelt the tight, clasping ring of Huryada's anus against his cockhead. Hepushed. He felt the stallion shift uneasily underneath him. Rihumme bentdown, nipped at Huryada's neck."Do not move." The anus did not give way. Huryada was less of a whore thanthe boy -- but of course, he was a stallion. Rihumme pushed again. The lipswere a little more slippery this time from the white stallion's leaking cock.He felt the tight ring part. Then his cock lunged up the horse's ass. Huryadareared his head back, neighing. His asshole burned. He could feel thearyanlapt's huge cock thrusting upward, splitting the dank moist walls of hisasshole apart. The pain was sublime. He felt open, invaded, ruled. The hardcock jabbing in his guts was possessing him, ruling him. It slid in just a fewinches, then paused, the apple sized-prickhead holding the stallion's buttholeopen. "Oh, by Aradd, how I want this!" His balls were drawn up tight againsthis belly. "Does it hurt?" asked Rihumme, voice thick with lust. "Yes!" Thearyanlapt forced his cock five inches deeper into Huryada. The strong, blackhorse squirmed beneath Rihumme's entrance. His cock throbbed against hisbelly. Rihumme leaned down and bit deeply into Huryada's neck. The blackstallion whinnied and reared back, carrying the aryanlapt upward into the airwith him. Rihumme used the opportunity to drive forward with his powerfulhips. He stabbed into the stallion up to his balls. Huryada screamed andreared again, forward feet flailing. He was stuffed, his rectum bulging aroundRihumme's vast cock. His anus gaped like the mouth of a cave. Rihumme's big,dangling horse balls lay draped against Huryada's. Stallion was joined tostallion. Huryada bounced a few more times, the great pain subsiding, Rihummeriding on top of him, enjoying how the other stallion's asshole quivered andfluttered as he reared. The glorious shaft between his legs was lodged deep inHuryada. Tyiript watched them both nervously, his ears pressed back againsthis skull. "Are you ready to get fucked?" Rihumme breathed in Huryada's ear."Yes." "How does it feel?" "I want to stay on your hard cock forever, master."Rihumme slid the shaft out of Huryada, then drilled it back in. He began topump at the other stallion's rear. The black stallion lifted his head towardsthe roof of the barn, looking upward as if in supplication to a god, whileRihumme drilled his ass. The mucus-lined walls of his rectum wrapped tightround Rihumme's invading cock. Huryada's long pink tongue slid out, caressedhis lips. Rihumme churned in the black stallion's ass, shoving his long poledeep, yanking it out until only the fat prickhead parted Huryada'sno-longer-virgin walls. Rihumme turned and looked at Tyiript. The other horseseemed subdued now, watching how the great aryanlapt fucked with such power.But the racing stallion's cock was hard as ever, and dripping, his eyes gluedto the erotic juncture where horse's cock met horse's ass. This post has been edited by Legion on Mar 4 2004, 08:22 PM
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