Her Romp with Centaurs
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
16,902
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Magorian's Revenge
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Chapter Two: Magorian’s Revenge
After being raped by Bane, Umbridge watched in silent awe as the centaurs crowded around, approaching the stream, but not waiting in lines to take their turn. This bothered Umbridge, clearly their kind, their awful kind did not like order. She loved order, goaded for it. And as she’d never seen one drink before, her eyebrows knitted together, toad-like mouth parted as she watched in fascination. She couldn’t stop herself marveling at the varying colours of them, with hair almost like a human, and sweat glistening in the meager sunlight, probably from the chase they had just underwent when the Half-giant, Grawp pursued them. She noticed that all of them had well-defined ab-muscles. They were a proud group.
Yet all the while, she clung to her pudgy bruised bottom that Bane had just thoroughly kicked and fucked mercilessly. But she wasn’t really focusing on her pain at the moment. She watched her attacker, that black centaur called Bane as he meandered down the stream.
Bane was looking for somebody in particular. He was looking for one of the leaders of his hunting unit.
Bane looked hard at Magorian, a chestnut centaur and like Bane, he was also classically handsome in facial features but slightly less so. “Why couldn’t you have taken the others?” said Bane in a harsh, tough voice.
Bane watched his fellow centaur, Magorian carefully, Bane’s black eyes flashing, eager to understand before he got angry.
A slow, doleful-voiced centaur, clomped over. “We do not harm foals!,” he obstinately insisted.
“I understand. But they needed to learn a lesson like this one,” said Bane, and with his fingers, he made a strange gesture with his fingers, motioning towards Umbridge who was watching closely, still clutching her bottom.
Magorian considered his friend Bane, looking thoughtful and almost wise. “Maybe you are right…,” he relented to Bane.
“What happened when I left?,” Bane asked curiously.
Some of the other centaurs grunted irritably, remembering the annoying chase. “The woodsman, Hagrid’s creature…the half-witted giant went for us, Bane. As his gray face came through the trees, we were dodging him. He smashed more trees, more than any weapon the creature could have used. We held him off and diverted his path. He will stay away from our herding ground. Even he has enough sense to realize we will kill it if he comes on OUR territory!”
At the word ‘kill’ Umbridge became frantic once more. She let out a piercing scream, and jumped, and started to scramble over the rocks.
But all too soon another centaur stepped in front of her, his height imposing and his shadow huge. He held his arrow ready and strung, and she stopped.
Seconds later, the centaur watching her got bored and turned away, waiting for his herd to finish. Umbridge, glanced nervously sideways.
At once she wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out. Beside her two centaurs were talking quietly to each other, and at the same time they were both shamessly excreting, piles of the waste falling from their tails.
A wift of a strong smell like molded cheese exuded over the scene. And then she saw another centaur on the other side, pissing into a small bush. It was their custom to make anything a social occassion, going waste around the others was natural to them. But not to Umbridge. She wrinkled her nose again, as she smelled a scent like briny pickle juice.
“Heathens! Save me from this…Give me the decency of privacy. Let me go!,” she shrilled, as she turned away and watched a couple of centaurs going for a brief bath in the stream.
Magorian came furiously over to her and bent his face down, inches away from Umbridge’s face. “No. And you will suffer for tieing me up, Human!” It was true. Umbridge had cast the Incarcerous spell onto Magorian in the clearing before.
Umbridge screamed again as Magorian positioned himself, kneeling on his hind legs and sticking his cock into her face. Umbridge did not want to be raped again. Magorian stuck his cock into Umbridge’s mouth, thus dispelling her screams, and said with some humour, “Have a lick, woman!”
Some of the centaurs crowded around and lauughed raucuously, a neighing laughter. Magorian kept his warm member in Umbridge's mouth for a moment than released it.
“Let me have cleanliness. Let me go in the stream!,”screamed Umbridge. “I must wash!”
Magorian took a fistful of the bush, his brawny thick arms breaking it free like he was simply plucking a wildflower. It was from the very same bush the centaur had pissed on a moment ago. He broke a sapling free, and then gagged her with it. The stick stuck into the corners of the gums inside the toad-like mouth. It now looked like Umbridge’s pouchy visage was smiling manically, and her brown eyes widened in terror.
“You should clean your penis, Magorian,” said Ronan, another centaur, sounding serious.
Magorian consented and bent into the stream. After a moment Magorian stopped and all the centaurs started back for their herding ground where they would spend the night. It was dusk, the sky turned from pastel blue to hues of twilight.
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Chapter Two: Magorian’s Revenge
After being raped by Bane, Umbridge watched in silent awe as the centaurs crowded around, approaching the stream, but not waiting in lines to take their turn. This bothered Umbridge, clearly their kind, their awful kind did not like order. She loved order, goaded for it. And as she’d never seen one drink before, her eyebrows knitted together, toad-like mouth parted as she watched in fascination. She couldn’t stop herself marveling at the varying colours of them, with hair almost like a human, and sweat glistening in the meager sunlight, probably from the chase they had just underwent when the Half-giant, Grawp pursued them. She noticed that all of them had well-defined ab-muscles. They were a proud group.
Yet all the while, she clung to her pudgy bruised bottom that Bane had just thoroughly kicked and fucked mercilessly. But she wasn’t really focusing on her pain at the moment. She watched her attacker, that black centaur called Bane as he meandered down the stream.
Bane was looking for somebody in particular. He was looking for one of the leaders of his hunting unit.
Bane looked hard at Magorian, a chestnut centaur and like Bane, he was also classically handsome in facial features but slightly less so. “Why couldn’t you have taken the others?” said Bane in a harsh, tough voice.
Bane watched his fellow centaur, Magorian carefully, Bane’s black eyes flashing, eager to understand before he got angry.
A slow, doleful-voiced centaur, clomped over. “We do not harm foals!,” he obstinately insisted.
“I understand. But they needed to learn a lesson like this one,” said Bane, and with his fingers, he made a strange gesture with his fingers, motioning towards Umbridge who was watching closely, still clutching her bottom.
Magorian considered his friend Bane, looking thoughtful and almost wise. “Maybe you are right…,” he relented to Bane.
“What happened when I left?,” Bane asked curiously.
Some of the other centaurs grunted irritably, remembering the annoying chase. “The woodsman, Hagrid’s creature…the half-witted giant went for us, Bane. As his gray face came through the trees, we were dodging him. He smashed more trees, more than any weapon the creature could have used. We held him off and diverted his path. He will stay away from our herding ground. Even he has enough sense to realize we will kill it if he comes on OUR territory!”
At the word ‘kill’ Umbridge became frantic once more. She let out a piercing scream, and jumped, and started to scramble over the rocks.
But all too soon another centaur stepped in front of her, his height imposing and his shadow huge. He held his arrow ready and strung, and she stopped.
Seconds later, the centaur watching her got bored and turned away, waiting for his herd to finish. Umbridge, glanced nervously sideways.
At once she wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out. Beside her two centaurs were talking quietly to each other, and at the same time they were both shamessly excreting, piles of the waste falling from their tails.
A wift of a strong smell like molded cheese exuded over the scene. And then she saw another centaur on the other side, pissing into a small bush. It was their custom to make anything a social occassion, going waste around the others was natural to them. But not to Umbridge. She wrinkled her nose again, as she smelled a scent like briny pickle juice.
“Heathens! Save me from this…Give me the decency of privacy. Let me go!,” she shrilled, as she turned away and watched a couple of centaurs going for a brief bath in the stream.
Magorian came furiously over to her and bent his face down, inches away from Umbridge’s face. “No. And you will suffer for tieing me up, Human!” It was true. Umbridge had cast the Incarcerous spell onto Magorian in the clearing before.
Umbridge screamed again as Magorian positioned himself, kneeling on his hind legs and sticking his cock into her face. Umbridge did not want to be raped again. Magorian stuck his cock into Umbridge’s mouth, thus dispelling her screams, and said with some humour, “Have a lick, woman!”
Some of the centaurs crowded around and lauughed raucuously, a neighing laughter. Magorian kept his warm member in Umbridge's mouth for a moment than released it.
“Let me have cleanliness. Let me go in the stream!,”screamed Umbridge. “I must wash!”
Magorian took a fistful of the bush, his brawny thick arms breaking it free like he was simply plucking a wildflower. It was from the very same bush the centaur had pissed on a moment ago. He broke a sapling free, and then gagged her with it. The stick stuck into the corners of the gums inside the toad-like mouth. It now looked like Umbridge’s pouchy visage was smiling manically, and her brown eyes widened in terror.
“You should clean your penis, Magorian,” said Ronan, another centaur, sounding serious.
Magorian consented and bent into the stream. After a moment Magorian stopped and all the centaurs started back for their herding ground where they would spend the night. It was dusk, the sky turned from pastel blue to hues of twilight.
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