:)Sd

Holii

Te vas a cambiar inmediatamente ese avatar, Mily

Biba lou ci <3

<333

Apruebo esto, luego voy a ir poniendo cositas

La idea de no spamearles los rincones a Rebe/Thig me asusta :(

wtff

Spikente a dit :

shadowsters a dit :VoirMasquer

Yo amo a , yo quiero a

ES MIO &gt;:(

kelt no es un objeto, no puedes apropiártelo -_ -

y si lo fuera, sería mío.

#Recuerdis

Lou está jugando en estos momentos con Diamante Azul :(.

Crossing the field of Whitney’s farm, your heart begins to beat a little bit faster as you spy Kelt the centaur off in the distance. You can’t help but admire his powerful flanks and his proud stature as he runs freely. Perhaps a little pleased with yourself, you also take a good look at his dangling equipment, sheathed yet sizable. The sight is entrancing.A grin crosses your face, despite yourself. Kelt can be insufferable sometimes. Most times. Okay, at all times. But there is something about him that makes you feel... right, somehow. Sure he insults you... but he is so strong, so powerful. So masculine, for lack of a better word. Infuriating, arrogant, and utterly in control. Somehow, the combination makes you feel weak at the knees.“Enjoying the sights, are we?”You blink, startled. While you were thinking, Kelt approached you, and you were staring directly at his crotch. He leers down at you with an arrogant grin. Flushed, you stammer out that you’re here for more archery lessons. He snorts, clearly amused.“Yeah, I’ll bet. When they talk about firing shafts, whore, they’re talking about arrows. Bet you would prefer the other kind though, huh?”He paces around you, in an almost predatory fashion. His thick flanks brush up against you, and the smell of him is so potent you feel a little dizzy. Heady and musky, the scent is like a keen aphrodisiac, cutting straight to your core. You whimper a little, and Kelt raises an eyebrow. Is it you, or does he almost look satisfied?“Well, I think you’ve had enough freebies. Maybe I don’t wanna teach you anymore. After all... what do I get from it? I spend all day teaching a moron how not to shoot herself in the foot, and I got nothing to show for it. I think it’s about time you put down a little payment.”You nod automatically, fumbling for the pouch you store gems in. Kelt casually backhands you as you do so, knocking you to the ground. Your cheek burns hotly, and your head has cleared a little from the pain. Kelt is sneering down at you, but there is something darkly pleased in his expression.“I don’t want your fucking money. What am I gonna buy... hentai comics and scholar tea? Fuck off. You want to learn more about archery? Then it’s about time you showed some gratitude.”He pushes you over with ease, toppling you facedown into the mud. Sputtering, you try to rise, only to find that Kelt has moved so that he stands above you, hooves on either side of your head. Wiping slime from your face, you realize why. Beneath the barrel of his stomach, his massive cock is slowly dropping from his sheath, growing larger by the second.You can’t help but stare at the engorged head, flaring out from the tip of the mottled shaft. Above you, Kelt snorts, sounding more like an impatient horse than a person, and moves forward slightly; his half-erect member presses against your cheek. You let out a startled yelp as the hot, damp flare presses against your face, staining your cheek with a thick dollop of precum. Kelt grunts again, more urgently.“You know the price, slut. You want archery lessons, and I want to blow my load in that throat of yours. Everyone wins. Now get started.”You swallow hard. You don’t have to take this! Kelt is an arrogant, abusive, well-hung, enticing, delicious... you shake your head, thoughts clouded. The cock grows larger and thicker by the second, and the musk of it delights your senses. Part of you reasons that one little blowjob won’t hurt... right?Do you submit?

It is like someone answered your prayers. You eagerly agree, babbling your thanks to Kelt as you are faced with the massive cock, growing harder and harder. He snorts scornfully.“I didn’t ask for your thanks, slut,” he says cruelly. “I asked for you to suck my cock. Now open wide and choke it down, or I’m aiming for your ass.”That thought sends another quiver of pleasure through you, but you leap to obey Kelt’s orders, even so. Maybe if you do a good enough job, he’ll fuck your ass too...? Face flushed with excitement, you reach up to wrap your hand around the growing member, feeling its wondrous heat. Kelt lets out a satisfied groan, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. The flared head of his massive cock drools precum lewdly, and you immediately lean forward, lapping hungrily. No sense in letting even a single drop go to waste!The salty, gooey ooze sets your senses on fire with need... have you ever tasted something so wonderful? A second taste begets a third, and a fourth, and soon enough, you have stretched your lips wide to suck in that swollen head, intent on slurping every little drop you can. The head of the massive cock barely fits between your lips, but the creaking of your jaws is worth it as your mouth is filled with the taste of Kelt’s seed.You nurse at it, almost hungrily, and almost melt with pleasure as you feel a splurt of it plaster your throat. It feels so right, to be here for Kelt’s use. That he would choose you to unload his heavenly cum upon... it is all you could ever want out of life. If you spent the rest of your days swallowing his spare spunk, you could be happy.Kelt does not give you long to savor your fulfillment. One of his hooves paws restlessly at the ground, animalistic, as he pushes his hips forward once again. You gag slightly as the flared head rams into the back of your throat insistently. Understanding that his needs must come first, you begin masturbating the length of his cock with your hands, even while trying to slurp more of it into your mouth. His underside shivers a little with pleasure, and you feel a little burst of pride... he’s enjoying it!“Mmm... I knew it from the moment I saw you. Quite the talented little cocksucker you are. Deeper, bitch. I want you to choke on my spunk.”His insulting words cause a feeling of deep-seated happiness to well up inside you. How could you have known, before? You thought yourself a hero, a Champion... but this is what feels right. A slutty, cocksucking whore... that’s what you were meant to be! You open wider, leaning forward and trying to suck in more glorious cock. Your master obliges you with a thrust of the hips, and his head pushes crudely into the recesses of your throat. You gag for air, wincing as your throat is spread wide, but Kelt lets out a groan of satisfaction, pumping his hips steadily in an attempt to bury more of his member down your gullet.“Ahhh, yeah... fuck, bitch, you sure feel pretty good. I could get used to this. How about you, huh? You like the taste of my cock, little whore?”You barely hear the words, so enflamed are your senses. His cock tastes wonderful, and every so often, a hot little splurt of precum slides down your throat. His heavy testicles, each easily the size of a cantelope, sway back and forth enticingly below him, right before your eyes. You imagine how full those nuts must be, building up jet after jet of spunk just for you; ready to explode, to seed your belly full of his cum. Your last bit of self worth crumbles, and you redouble your efforts, desperate to bring relief to your great master; desperate to be fucked, at any cost.Your dilligence is soon rewarded. With a grunt of need, Kelt shoves forward one last time, burying almost half of his nearly three-foot length deep inside your throat as his cock tenses, then explodes. You are paralyzed with ecstasy, split open by the massive cock as it begins unloading thick blasts of salty cream deep into your stomach. Your throat is spread so tightly you can feel every splurt pulse down the length of his erection, again and again, ceaselessly. Your stomach is bloated moments later, but still his orgasm continues, your belly visibly bulging periodically as another stream of seed is planted deep inside you.By the time he finishes, the last few splurts are almost painful to your poor distended stomach, stretching visibly outwards from your clothes. As the centaur’s cock softens, it begins sliding out of your abused throat easily, a slimy trail of goo coating the member. Wanting more despite your swollen stomach, you desperately suckle on the length of it, trying to get every drop you can. The only taste in your mouth is the musky scent of Kelt’s cock, and the salty cum that trailed after it.In time, Kelt moves aside, and you release his cock in accordance with his unspoken wishes, feeling lousy. If only you had been a little faster, sexier... maybe he would have become erect again, and given you more! Even so, he looks down at you with a smug look of satisfaction that fills you with contentment. Weakly, moving around your bloated stomach gingerly, you raise your ass into the air, looking back at him hopefully. Kelt laughs out loud, cruel and spiteful.“Still horny, bitch? Hah! I knew you were a slut, but who would have guessed you would be this needy? Sit down, you stupid bitch. I’ll fuck you when I say so, not when you ask. But this wasn’t too bad. For being such an ugly whore, at least you make a good cumdump. So if you want more lessons, here’s the rule. Before you fire a single shot, you swallow a load of my cum. If I have to work with a total slut, I may as well see your belly full of my spunk. Got it, slag? Next time you wanna shoot, get down on your knees first, and open wide.”He leaves, obviously quite pleased with himself, and your legs give out from under you, weak from your experience. Even so, you frantically masturbate, knowing true bliss as you lie within a small pool of his spunk. The smell of it clings to you, even after you push yourself upright and begin hobbling back to camp, arms clutched around your swollen stomach. This is what happiness feels like... used and full of sperm.Still, part of you feels unsteady about this whole thing. Are you becoming a little too dependent on Kelt? It may be unhealthy to keep going back to him. And there are others out there, right? But... but you can’t get the centaur out of your head. It feels right to kneel at his feet; to be his slutty little cumdump. It is becoming hard to remember why you came here in the first place...

Uy si, qué bien chuparle las medias a alguien que ni siquiera conozco en la vida real. Sí, 'Viva louu!1111' y todas esas mierdas, ojalá reciban mucho apoyo en su hilo. El tipo que no da actividad desde hace poco más de 6 meses ha de estar apreciando todos los 'Viva lou ciiii retraso mental' que les dicen en cada comentario detrás de una pantalla.

E// no sé si el tipo debe tener otra cuenta o algo, yo no vivo en la vida de los demás para saber ese tipo de cosas, así que nadie que diga 'Viva Lou' (excepto maximoya) puede quejarse de este comentario. lo exprese para la mierda uff

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// Esta primera versión de este comentario fue moderado y posteriormente editado por centinelas corruptos para ahora ser eliminado y vuelto a editar por keltsi //

(#TomaNota! c: "Pendejo del orto" está dicho con amor y sin malas intenciones de provocar a alguien ^_^ Simplemente está usado para bromear con que una persona está diciendo una tontería por atacar o porque no sirve para determinada cosa :o! Pero sólo es algo entre amigos xD No se preocupen, bromis bromis :D)