My First Time with a Human Mare: The God Horse’s Forbidden Discovery
In that small valley nestled among the hills, by the wooden and mud hut, I spotted her. Ningal, naked, rubbing her sturdy body with a white cloth. Her wide hips, long black mane with red glints, swayed as she hummed. My heart thumped—me, Ekwoos, God Horse, drawn to a two-legged filly. First time ever. Pulse racing, cock stiffening. I crept closer, silent hooves on grass. She turned, green eyes flashing, full lips, heavy tits, hairy mound. Like a mare, but human. Excitement twisted my gut. Unknown territory. No turning back.
She smiled big, invited me. ‘Come closer.’ Her hand on my muzzle, soft, warm. Stroked my flanks. Then she squatted, eyed my throbbing horse cock. ‘Gods, you’re hung!’ Hesitant fingers reached. Boom—my body shifted. Man-form, horse head, muscled torso, dick raging. She gasped, dropped to knees, ass high. ‘Forgive me, Lord!’ Trembling. Her fear mixed with something hungry. Mine too. Nervous thrill. What if she breaks? What if I crave this forever?
The Approach
Dialogue danced. Her impertinence sparked fire. ‘How do humans atone?’ She grabbed my shaft, kissed the tip. Lips soft, tongue swirling. Heart hammered. First mouth on me—not a cunt, but sucking, wet, eager. Branched slow. Built fast. I neighed, exploded. Thick ropes flooded her mouth, overflowed, splattered face, tits, belly. She coughed, eyes wide. God cum, endless. Nine loads later, jaw aching. ‘Rest,’ I said, but inside, buzzing. Hooked.
The Instant
Back from woods, clean her up. Now, the real test. ‘On all fours.’ She trembled, pussy dripping. Mounted her. Tip slid in easy, then girth stretched her tight. Gasps. Tits swung, I grabbed one—soft, yielding. Thrust careful. Narrower than mare, hotter grip. Heart pounded wild. First human fuck. Pistoned gentle, flooded her. Cum gushed out. ‘Good,’ I grunted. She sighed relief. But I reshaped—mushroom head, curved like man-cock, her specs. Better fit. Doggy again, then missionary. Legs wide, tits crushed to me. Clit grind, moans rising. Her fingers on pearl, body bucked. I drowned her pussy, ass, mouth—positions endless. Side, standing, spoon. Anal last: legs up, hole winked. Slow push, tight ring burned. Fingers on clit, tits mauled. She screamed ecstasy. I roared, filled bowels.
Sweat-slick, spent. Her body quaked, mine hummed. Innocence cracked—millennia galloping plains, mounting mares, but this? Human filly unlocked doors. Raw, messy, intimate. Nervous flutters gone, replaced by hunger. No fragility mattered. She’d swell with my seed. Triplets later, proof. That valley hut, our den. First time etched forever—nervous approach to divine addiction.
