Part Four: Sir Gambel
The crystal path stretched ahead, its shimmering stones a fragile lifeline through the Faeland’s seductive chaos. Alex’s body was a live wire, still buzzing from the lake creature’s relentless assault, his skin tingling with the forest’s magic that kept him maddeningly aroused. Naked, dehydrated, and aching, he sat on the path, catching his breath, when the rhythmic clop of hooves echoed behind him. He scrambled to his feet, one hand futilely covering his persistent erection, as a towering figure approached.
It was a centaur knight, his human half clad in gleaming silver armor, a long spear and shield gripped in muscled arms. His horse half was a sleek chestnut, powerful and broad, with a massive winged lizard—clearly dead—strapped across his back. The knight’s face was ruggedly handsome, with a strong jaw, piercing gray eyes, and a short, dark beard. He stopped before Alex, his gaze sweeping over him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Hail, master human,” he said, his voice deep and formal. “I am Sir Gambel, on my way to gift the Duke with this drake I felled. What brings you to the Duke’s domain… and why are you naked?”
Alex’s jaw dropped. A centaur knight? He snapped his mouth shut, blushing furiously as he tried to cover himself. “I, uh… sorry, Sir Knight. I was attacked by a monster in the lake back there. I lost my clothes escaping. I’m trying to get out of this forest, but it’s… slow going. Can you help me?”
Sir Gambel’s eyes twinkled as he circled Alex, his hooves thudding against the path. “You escaped the Siren? Remarkable. You may be the first.” He paused, stroking his beard. “But you can’t continue down this path naked. It’s treacherous, unforgiving. You should seek the Duke’s demesne—he’ll aid you. I’m headed there now. Care for a ride?”
Alex’s heart leapt. A way out, finally! Then he glanced at the drake strapped to Gambel’s back. “How can I ride with that thing there? Could you… carry me in your arms?”
Gambel’s lips curled into a sly smirk, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “I can’t drop my prize, and a knight must always carry his weapon. No arms free, I’m afraid.”
Alex frowned, confused. “Then how—”
The knight’s blush deepened, but his voice was steady. “I have straps under my belly. You’ll straddle me, and I’ll anchor you… with my cock inside you. Hands and feet in the straps. Payment for services rendered. Are you unaware of how things work here?”
Alex’s eyes widened, his gaze dropping to the centaur’s underbelly. There, swaying with each shift of Gambel’s weight, was a massive horse cock—pink with black splotches, fully erect, and throbbing. It was thicker than the Beastman’s, longer too, and Alex’s own cock twitched in response, betraying his nerves. “H-how do I… mount you?” he asked, voice hoarse.
Gambel sat on his haunches, his cock rising like a fleshy tower. “Climb my haunches, sit down on it. Once impaled, secure your hands and feet in the straps. Here, use this.” He handed Alex a small vial of clear, slick liquid—lube from some lustra plant, he said. “Makes it easier.”
Alex’s hands shook as he poured the jelly over Gambel’s cock, spreading it until the entire length glistened. The knight groaned softly, his eyes half-lidded. Steeling himself, Alex climbed onto Gambel’s haunches, facing the centaur’s belly. He lowered himself slowly, the blunt head pressing against his hole. He silently thanked the Beastman for stretching him, because even with the lube, the intrusion was intense. The head slipped inside, and Alex gasped, pleasure and pain sparking through every nerve. Inch by inch, he sank down, the massive shaft filling him until he was fully seated, his ass pressed against Gambel’s warm underbelly. Trembling, he fumbled with the straps, securing his hands and feet. “I’m… mhm… secure,” he managed, half-moaning.
Gambel let out a low, pleasured groan. “Hold on, master human. The ride might get bumpy.” With that, he sprang into a gallop, the sudden motion thrusting Alex up and down the knight’s cock.
The sensation was overwhelming, the rhythmic pounding sending waves of euphoria through Alex’s body. The forest blurred past, the path a glittering streak, but all he could feel was the horse cock stretching him, hitting every sensitive spot with each bounce. “Fuck!” he cried, cumming hard after just five minutes, his load smearing between his belly and Gambel’s, the slick mess adding to the frenzy. The gallop didn’t slow, and neither did Alex’s pleasure. He came again, then again, four times total, each orgasm leaving him drenched in his own cum, his body shaking with overstimulation.
As a castle gate loomed in the distance, Gambel’s breathing grew ragged. With a loud grunt, he thrust deep and unleashed a torrent of cum inside Alex. It wasn’t as extreme as the Beastman’s, but it was still a lot—his belly swelled noticeably, sloshing with each gallop. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Alex gasped, the pressure intense but not unbearable.
They stopped at the gate, and Alex, dazed, unstrapped himself. He slid off Gambel’s cock, hitting the dirt road with a thud. The impact dislodged the cum, and a gallon of frothy horse seed gushed out of him, pooling on the ground with a wet splatter. A final, loud toot escaped him as the last bit shot out, leaving him panting and relieved.
He looked up to find two elven guards staring down, their ethereal faces barely containing laughter. One, with pointed ears and golden eyes, smirked. “Another victim of Sir Gambel’s ‘good deed,’ I see!” They burst out laughing, their melodic voices echoing.
Alex’s face burned scarlet as he sat up, covered in cum and dirt. He glanced around—Gambel was gone, having gotten what he wanted and vanished without a word. The second guard, with silver hair and a kinder smile, reached down, helping Alex to his feet and brushing him off as best he could. “How can we be of service?” he asked, still chuckling.
Alex straightened, trying to muster some dignity despite his state. “I wish to speak with the Duke.”
The guards exchanged a look and laughed again, their amusement tinged with something knowing.
… to be continued…
