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By the time the dragon lied dying on the ground, both Owen’s literal and figurative swords were a deep red and dripping with bodily fluids. But cleaning the bloodstained blade would have to wait until later, as the amateur dragonslayer’s mind was too consumed with lust to focus on anything more than his throbbing appendage.
The stifling heat of the cave had caused the redheaded teen to strip down to nothing even before he found himself mere inches from bursts of fire breath. An experienced warrior might consider the lack of protection a mistake, but it’s not like Owen had any armor to defend him from the flames in the first place. He had left home with just his modest jerkin and sheep-skin trousers, only having stumbled upon a worn short sword abandoned outside the cave, presumably by another would-be hero who lost his nerve.
And despite having been fighting for his life with an overgrown winged reptile that could have burned him to ash, Owen’s nude body never stopped thinking about his assumed reward once it was all over. This dragon had kidnapped a princess, and Owen was going to get so fucking laid once he saved her.
The freckled youth grinned as he heard breathing in a smaller chamber branching off of the main cave. Other heroes might have simply stuffed their pockets with the treasure hoard sprawling beneath the dragon’s corpse, but not this horny teen. His cock was aching for relief, standing straight up at its full seven inches and drooling precum all the way down to his balls. He hoped there wouldn’t need to be too many formalities before the princess would take his member in the first of her presumably-untouched holes. He had held off on stroking himself for days ever since he left on his first quest, and his balls ached for such release that he was sure he would spend his first load the second he made contact with the beauty’s soft virgin skin.
Had Owen not been so consumed by lust, he might have noticed the noises coming from the back of the cave sounded a little less like those of a frightened young girl and more like those of the livestock back on his family’s farm. But with his swollen cock holding most of the teen’s blood, it took until his eyes were actually resting on the dragon’s captive that he realized there was no fair maiden in the cave.
Instead, there was a horse.
As his mind leapt between arousal, disappointment and confusion, Owen wondered if the rumors of a kidnapped princess had been false, or if he had simply located the wrong dragon.
Strangely, his erection did not droop in the slightest.
The horse was a beautiful white stallion, with a well-groomed blonde mane. It almost seemed to glisten in the small bits of light streaming through holes in the cave ceiling. Honestly, Owen could understand how a bystander might have seen the dragon carrying this creature high in the air and mistaken it for a beautiful youth.
Had Owen’s brain been carrying more blood than his erection, he might have stopped to question why a dragon would bother holding a horse hostage rather than consuming it, or at least without leaving any marks on its seemingly-pristine coat. But Owen was thinking with his dick right now, and all thoughts were instead directing his attention at the immense horse penis hanging between the steed’s back legs.
Having been around livestock his whole life, Owen could tell this stallion was fully erect. The intensely thick black and pink horse cock was around three feet long and glistening with natural lubricant. Excess precum was dripping from the swollen glans, mirroring the redhead’s own aching member as he unconsciously stroked himself while inspecting the beast.
Again, had his mind been able to focus on anything more than how insanely goddamn hot this thick animal cock was making him, Owen might have stopped to consider why this horse would be aroused with not only no mare in sight but a fire-breathing predator mere steps away. But Owen’s mind was stalled on a much more important question: Could he stroke off this horse cock and his own at the same time, or would he need to devote both hands to the animal?
The teen found himself kneeling beneath the horse without even remembering walking closer. The scent of the horse’s pheromones was driving him wild and his own piss slit was spilling a steady stream of precum to match the beast’s as he inspected the thick pink glans more closely and let the stallion’s discharge spill all over his bare freckled chest and down to his twitching member.
He reached out and took hold of the massive appendage, nearly six times the size of his own, and was disappointed to realize he would in fact need both hands to stroke it off. But somehow this was acceptable. Though his own human balls were aching for release, Owen understood that the steed had likely been holding its load in for much longer. And his load would surely feel more satisfying if he did a good deed and spilled this beautiful creature’s seed before his own. Yes, that seemed perfectly logical at the moment.
Owen felt the beast’s member throb in his hands as he got to work, the steed’s musk filling his nostrils as he worked all ten fingers up and down the impressive length of hot horse flesh. Each time his digits reached the glans, an even bigger glob of intoxicating pre-ejaculate spilled from its slit and splattered Owen’s bare skin. The lubricant felt hot against has stomach and crotch, compelling him to thrust his hips and fuck the air with his aching boy cock, almost hoping the motion by itself could push him over the edge.
But despite how desperate he was to spill his seed, his hands couldn’t leave the fat shaft in front of his face, and he kept working. His whole body felt like it was on fire, which was strangely enjoyable considering how close that was to literally happening merely minutes earlier. The musk filling his nostrils was making every inch of him buzz with desire. His arms moved faster, pumping the phallus as if he were trying to build muscle entirely via handjobs.
Each burst of horse pre was bigger and more potent than the last, making the pale teen even more desperate to bring the stallion to release as his mind was completely flooded with desire. Thankfully, the horse was already quite close to the edge when the boy started, so mere minutes had passed when the horse’s breathing became deep and erratic and Owen could feel the shaft pulsing beneath his hands.
And then everything went completely white for a moment, and Owen was initially worried the intense desire had been part of some curse to overwhelm his senses before it hit him that he had simply been blinded by the biggest, thickest load of animal ejaculate he had ever seen.
As he freed up one hand to wipe his face, the horse continued to unload the rest of its semen all over the inexperienced teen, completely soaking his hairless chest, thin stomach and small bush of scarlet pubes with hot musky jizz.
Owen was already quite pale, but his body had never been as white it now appeared glazed in stallion ejaculate. The boy was honestly glad he had kept his mouth closed when the beast erupted, as he was sure it would have suffocated him had even a single shot made it into his throat. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder how it tasted as he looked at the wad he had wiped from his eyes and, without thinking too long, he had brought his hand to his mouth and swallowed the goo.
The boy had tasted his own jizz multiple times, sometimes on purpose and sometimes by accident during some particular passionate masturbation sessions when he carelessly aimed for his own face. He had felt relatively indifferent about the taste, simply swallowing to speed up the clean-up process.
But this semen was different. Owen found himself sucking the glaze off of each finger before scooping up seconds from his chest as he savored the thick salty cream on his tongue. He wasn’t sure if all horse ejaculate was this delicious or if this stallion’s was special, but the boy couldn’t get enough.
It was only as he scooped up his third portion from his stomach that Owen noticed the horse’s erection hadn’t wilted in the slightest. The redhead licked his lips as he realized this meant he could get more of the treat directly from the source.
Now, Owen was as horny as the average teenage boy, but he had been surrounded by horses his entire life and never once considered putting his mouth around one of their erections.
And yet there wasn’t a question in his mind right now that he needed to give this stallion a blowjob.
Even with his mind clouded by the beast’s pheromones, he didn’t start off too quickly. He held onto the beast’s shaft with one hand while giving some exploratory licks, getting his tongue acclimated to the salty taste of the sweat-soaked animal dong that had just bathed him in jizz. Again, the boy was surprised to find he enjoyed the flavor, and he started to explore its glans more thoroughly with his tongue and lips. He kissed and sucked on the swollen pink head, feeling it pulsate against his warm face as the stream of precum started up again, this time pouring directly into Owen’s hungry mouth.
The boy swirled his tongue around the cock head, letting a nice bead of fluid build up in the horse’s slit before returning to the center and lapping it up. He repeated this pattern a few times until his mouth was completely full of stallion pre and then swallowed slowly, letting out a deep moan as he felt it go down his throat.
Fuck, he couldn’t believe how good horse emissions were. But the appetizer was still nothing compared to the flavor of the white stuff at the end, so Owen picked up the pace and opened wide, hungry for another load of sperm.
Owen was honestly surprised he could stretch his jaw wide enough to take the entire head in his mouth, but the soreness that would usually come with blowing such a thick cock was lessened by the hypnotic nature of the musk in the air, and the inexperienced boy only gagged a couple of times before getting used to the fullness thrusting between his lips.
Once the cock head was entirely buried in his mouth, the boy carefully began to bob his head. Had his mind not been so clouded with pheromones, he might have been the tiniest bit worried that any sudden movements might have torn his head right off his shoulders, but the stallion was thankfully just as calm as it had been during the handjob and made no attempt to buck his face, content with Owen doing all the movement.
The redhead placed both hands on the stallion’s shaft once more, this time just as much to keep his balance as to pleasure the animal. Again his cock was weeping copious amounts of pre as it was ignored in favor of the horse’s satisfaction, and Owen found himself humping his own thighs as he edged himself alongside the beast.
As he stroked the impossibly thick member, Owen once more alternated between collecting fluid from the beast’s tip and swallowing the goo once he had a large enough collection on his tongue, the process accelerated by the additional pleasure of his lips squeezing the steed’s throbbing glans. A smaller boy could easily have drowned in the pre-ejaculate, but Owen was still hungry for more. His lips never made it further than the beast’s cock head, though he wondered if additional practice might allow him to get the entire pink tip down his throat one day.
For now, the animal seemed to be fine with just the tip being sucked, letting out heavy breaths and small whinnies of pleasure with each large bead of precum. In fact, the shaft seemed to be getting even hotter in Owen’s hands, and the boy could sense he was about to get another taste of the cream he was so thirsty for. Deciding to mix things up a bit and perhaps heighten the animal’s pleasure, the redhead freed up one hand and extended it to the horse’s root, caressing the warm fleshy sack at the base of the erection. He noticed it was even hotter to the touch than the shaft was, and the glans throbbed even harder in his mouth as he realized the creature had once again hit the point-of-no-return.
This time, Owen was ready, and he sucked desperately on the thick horse tip as a hot burst of stallion cream splashed against his tongue. Then another, and another, and soon the teen’s mouth was completely full of delicious horse jizz. He pulled away for a moment to swallow, but the animal wasn’t done, and he found his entire face once more glazed in the hot seed as he made room for more in his mouth. No longer caught by surprise, he continued to milk the beast’s shaft and bulb to make sure he freed every drop of thick cum all over his slutty face, then got to work hungrily licking it up.
As he finished sucking his fingertips clean this time, something seemed to change in Owen’s mind. He was no longer craving the beast’s cum. Not in his mouth, at least. Instead, he could feel his asshole twitching beneath him, throbbing with almost the same intensity as his swollen cock.
When Owen had first heard about the kidnapped princess, there was a sudden certainty in his purpose in life. He needed to rescue this young girl. And he needed to fuck her. He was sure of it.
And right now, he felt that same certainty as he turned to get on his hands and knees, lifting his round, freckled virgin ass to rub against the horse’s still-leaking tip. He needed to be fucked by this horse.
The horse let out another deep breath, sounding almost like a human groaning as its member pushed open Owen’s pale cheeks. And though the boy bit his lip expecting intense pain from the size of the erection splitting him open, he was surprised to feel only an intense rapturous pleasure as the emptiness in his rear was stuffed full of stallion cock, the cloudy feeling in his mind extending to his entire body to transform what would normally be an agonizing experience into an overwhelming sense of orgasmic heat.
And his long-suffering erection finally began to spill its seed, firing rope after rope of creamy boy milk all over Owen’s own stomach and thighs and the cave floor beneath him. Never before had an orgasm felt so satisfying. It was like his soul had been bound tightly in his sack and the sudden eruption of jizz had finally set it free.
The redhead’s vision blurred as he unintentionally let out an erotic high-pitched whine from deep in his throat. He blushed as he realized he sounded like the whores he overheard in the village brothel. No, even their overacting didn’t sound that desperate for release. And when his eyes were able to focus again a full thirty seconds later, he saw that his pent-up cock had managed to fire so hard that the cave wall two feet from the horse’s head was stained in jizz.
And the horse wasn’t finished with his ass yet.
Owen’s eyes went wide as the stallion continued to move, rhythmically pumping its well-lubricated glans deep into the boy’s formerly-virgin hole. He continued to whine like an experienced slut, the sensation of the animal cock prodding his untouched prostate making him wonder how he had ever lived before discovering such pleasure. His own cock continued to twitch and pulsate, a thin waterfall of pre leaking continuously from his tip as the beast pounded his rear.
Though such a deep-dicking was far rougher than a mere man would have ever been capable of, the stallion was still quite gentler than Owen would ever expect a rutting animal to be. It seemed to understand the limits of the youth’s bowels, never thrusting further than the sweet pleasure of the chestnut hidden deep in his hole.
Owen wondered if perhaps milking the creature twice beforehand had pacified it enough that it simply lacked the energy to roughly breed him. On the other hand, it seemed to have been patient and gentle with him from the moment he first placed a hand on its raging horse wood.
Perhaps it was better that Owen had found this animal instead of any maiden. He could no longer remember why he craved the feeling of a vulva any longer. No pleasure could compare to this beast buried in his rear. And it might have been the pheromones talking, but Owen honestly couldn’t imagine even a princess being as gentle and beautiful as this pristine white stallion that was currently working to bring him to his second hands-free climax.
Owen actually felt a little proud when he felt his partner begin to pour the last of its balls’ contents deep into his guts. This was his first time and he had managed to bring his lover to climax thrice in less than an hour. And as he collapsed onto his stomach and savored the sensation of hot stallion jizz filling his stomach while the excess leaked from his hole, he barely noticed how much the previously-massive horse cock buried between his cheeks seemed to be shrinking.
As the fog of arousal finally began to clear from Owen’s mind, he realized there was something unfamiliar on top of him. It was relatively heavy, but felt warm to the touch, reminding him of when his cousin Ron would cuddle up with him on cold nights back home.
Yes, this was definitely a person lying on top of him, which also explained the soft breathing. And now that he thought about it harder, he realized this person was attached to the flaccid penis between his cheeks.
The redhead lifted his head. The horse had seemingly vanished completely. Startled, he pushed himself to his feet, causing the slender boy lying atop him to roll onto the cave floor.
“Oh, are we going to play rough now?”
Owen stared in awe as he took in the sight of a cute teenage boy, slightly younger than himself with curly shoulder-length blonde hair. He was just as naked as himself, and his soft member was leaking the remains of an ejaculation.
“I’m certainly game for mixing things up, but you’ll have to give me a bit to rest. Three orgasms take a lot out of me.”
Owen stared for another half a minute, his jaw hanging open as he tried to figure out what was going on. The horse had just vanished, and now there was an incredibly cute boy here?
“Wh-who are you?”
The boy tilted his head and let out a slight giggle. “You’re only asking me now, after molesting me like that?”
It didn’t make a ton of sense, but Owen was beginning to believe this strange boy was implying he was in fact the stallion he had just finished fucking.
When no words came to Owen in the next few moments, the boy rolled his eyes and decided to answer the question. “My name is Gavin ven Sancte, Prince of Dolovai. And I believe thanks are in order for releasing me from that awful transformation curse.”
There was another long pause before Owen finally found his voice.
“P-prince? N-not… princess?”
Gavin raised an eyebrow. “…that wasn’t the next question I expected from you.”