Centaur Boyfriend Sorik (complete)

    The city of Obresh is a significant port, and the noble over it has allowed Demir domain over it. As such, I have been placed in Obresh to begin work on the Unifying Road that Demir is building. I’m here for the long haul, but I am so honored to have been chosen by Demir to oversee this grand and noble project.

    The Unifying Road will work its way through all the Ruby Empire, connecting every nation and civilization so that Demir’s vision can become a reality. In Demir’s eyes, all people are equals and are family under the sun. As High Chieftain over all the Ruby Empire, he will act as the great father to everyone. 

    I’m setting up a homestead in Obresh overseeing the beginnings of the Unifying Road as well as the construction of my own home. It’s a place much bigger and grander than I need, but Demir insisted upon it, saying I will play host to his family often as well as other royal dignitaries. Demir crowned me, making me very much a prince under his hand. Well, second to the new prince Orrick. If anything were to happen to Demir, I would act as Orrick’s guide until he came of age. But hopefully, such a situation will never happen.

    For the time being, I have been living with Lord Nictis, the noble who owns much of Obresh. His wife Yasmin has been very kind in welcoming me, offering me one of the lavish suites in the house. Instead, I take to the small barn outside. It reminds me of my childhood and growing in the vast plains where Demir and I played. 

    I don’t spend much time there anyway, I am far too busy with all the projects that are on my hands. I must confess too, I am not very good at all this. I miss Bailin something terribly. He kept me organized and on task. Demir gave me confidence that my actions and choices aided the effort. Without my two best confidants by my side, I felt completely and utterly lost.

    I’ve made friends with Ravi, a Rakshasa who once was a knight to King Amit. He has since married one of the wealthy nobles who runs a shipyard near Obresh. He has been acting as a liaison for Amit and helping me as much as he can. During a night of drinking, I confessed to Ravi all my anxiety and worry. I don’t remember much of what happened, but I must have been a complete and utter wreck because he came to visit me the next day to make sure I was alright.

    “I am so sorry,” I sigh as I clutch my aching head. “The stress must have it’s fist tighter around my neck than I thought.”

    “It is quite alright,” Ravi laughs. He pours me a glass of water and then places some mint leaves inside it. “Any man worth is salt has been to that breaking point at least once in their life.”

    I drink the water, and my throat feels like a dirt road. “I hope I was not too much a whining mess.”

    Ravi smirks. “Enough of one to cause me worry.”

    I groan and turn my head away. 

    “But I come with good news,” Ravi chuckles. “My wife’s father has many managers for his businesses. I convinced him to release one, she’ll be helping you from now on.”

    I turn and look at Ravi. “Oh, you are indeed a friend.”

    Ravi laughs. “I try to be. She’ll be coming into Obresh later today.”

    I am filled with relief that I will be having someone working with me who knows what they are doing. But at the same time, it also makes me nervous. I don’t want this professional thinking I’m some screw-up and that Demir chose idiots to help him run his country. 

    That evening, a carriage comes to Nictis’ home. Yasmin has agreed to give room and board to this manager while she stays in Obresh. I come to greet her, hoping to be an honorable first impression.

    As the woman steps out of the carriage I have to admit, I hesitate. I had prepared myself for a lot of things, but I hadn’t even thought to ready myself for this. She’s beautiful. I feel my heart seize and my lungs turn to dust. My stomach drops out, and my entire body no longer knows how to move.

    She steps from the carriage and stands before me. Her posture is regal, and she stands tall. She’s head and shoulders taller than Yasmin. She has long black hair that swoops down, covering one half of her face. Her skin is alabaster, perfect porcelain white. Her lips are bright red, and her nails are painted to match. She’s wearing pants that adhere to the curve of her hips. She wears a billowing blouse that shifts like a shadow with her every move.

    “You must be Sorik,” she says as she strides towards me. “I’m Sayuri Suzu.” She thrusts her hand out towards me. “I’m looking forward to work with you.”

    With a shaky hand, I take hold of her’s. She smells so good, and her skin is so soft. Oh god, I am lost. 

    “Yes,” I say with a crackly voice. “I am very much looking forward to having your expertise on this project.”

    Sayuri tilts her head, and her dark eyes give me a quick look over. Her long hair shifts off her shoulder, and she stands erect again. “It was a long journey,” she says with a clipped tone. “I’d like to go to bed.”

    Yasmin nods. “Of course, right this way.”

    Is this how meetings are supposed to go? I’m not certain. All I know is that Sayuri is going to terrify me to my very core.

    The next morning when I get up, Sayuri is sitting outside the barn with a table set with breakfast. She sipping steaming tea and scribbling in a thick notebook.

    “Good morning,” she says without looking up.

    I slowly walk out to the table, looking down at the spread and then at lovely Sayuri. “Good morning,” I murmur,

    Sayuri sticks her hand out. “Help yourself to anything, I asked that enough was made for both of us.”

    “Thank you,” I’m still a bit stunned.

    Sayuri glances up at me, only one of her eyes visible. The other is hidden under the perfect styled swoop of her hair. “You’re nervous.”

    If her words had been arrows, I would be dead and cold. I look up at her, meeting her sharp gaze. “Pardon?”

    Sayuri smiles at me. “Your body language,” she points to me. “Everything screams that you’re anxious and nervous.”

    “I mean-” I grumble. 

    “You’re used to hard work,” Sayuri continues. “You’re a warrior, not a leader. You grew up using your hands and exerting effort. You’re not an analytical mind.”

    I frown, knowing I have let Demir and the world down.

    “There’s nothing wrong with that,” Sayuri murmurs.

    I look up at her, and she is glancing back down in her notebook. “Your intentions are well-meaning, and you obviously wouldn’t be here if your Chieftan didn’t think you were fit for it.” She looks back at me. “You just need help.”

    “I do,” I murmur.

    “Don’t worry,” Sayuri taps her temple with her pen. “You’ll be the sword I’ll be the pen.” She smiles at me, and I see one of her canine teeth is capped in gold. “But, I will not tolerate any chauvinistic behavior.”

    I flinch, worrying I’ve said or done something. “Excuse me?”

    “I haven’t gotten to where I am by relying on anything other than my own skill set,” she replies. “I have dealt with overbearing, disgusting male egos all my life. I don’t plan on working with anymore since I have the choice.”

    I shake my head. “I need you, Sayuri,” I tell her. “I am not ashamed to admit that. I will make sure that you are not offended, and if anyone does they have my hooves to deal with.”

    She smirks at me. “I don’t need you protection either.” She reaches into her blouse and removes a dagger that she stabs into the table. “Sorik,” she laces her fingers under her chin. “Don’t think of me as a woman. Think of me as your equal in this venture. I will be the brain to match your impressive brawn. I will make you Demir’s most need ally. Understood?”

    I swallow and nod. “Yes, of course.”

    Sayuri takes the dagger out of the table and slips it back into place under her shirt. “Eat,” she motions to the food. “You need to eat!”

    I quickly make myself a plate. Sayuri makes me unbearably nervous, but at the same time, I enjoy it.

    The day starts out by showing Sayuri the construction of my house and then the plans for the unifying road. Without a word, she takes over. She redesigns the plans for the house as well as writing down notes all over the map for the Unifying Road. She takes command like a King, but she reigns the men like a Queen. 

    In her first week of working for me, the house is starting to take shape and rise from the ground. The road is getting underway, and we’re visiting the next town over to present gifts to the leaders.

    Sayuri rides on my back, rather than taking the comfortable carriage. This makes me extremely anxious. She’s touching me, riding me. I can smell her, and it’s making my head swim with thoughts.

    She touches my hair, and I shiver. Her fingers caress the nape of the neck, and my knees go weak.

    “What are you doing?” I ask.

    “You have lovely hair,” Sayuri replies as she undoes the braid. “Do all centaurs have such thick hair like this?”

    I glance over my shoulder, watching as her long fingers stroke through my locks. “Centaurs take pride in their hair,” I say with a nod. “We have our own special treatments to keep it shiny and strong.”

    Sayuri compares the texture of our hair. “What do you use?”

    “I prefer olive oil,” I say. “But I know Demir uses castor.”

    Sayuri chuckles. “Interesting. I had no idea centaurs put so much stock into their appearance.”

    “It’s important for us,” I tell her. “Back home, we used special mud to protect our skin from the sun. We have perfumes that keep bugs off us. In fact, I’ve noticed that some noble women are using supposed beauty treatments that copy things we do just out of survival.”

    “Oh?” Sayuri asks. “Really?”

    “They use the mud ask skin treatments for one,” I chuckle. “I always find amusement in that.”

    Sayuri brushes her fingers along my shoulder, and my knees grow weak again. “I must confess, I’ve been admiring your skin. It’s tan but supple. You look very young.”

    My heart is skipping like mad. “Do I?”

    “When I first saw you I thought to myself: ‘good lord! I’m working for a child!’” She then laughs. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard Sayuri laugh.

    “But then as you talked, well, I still thought you were young. You were so anxious,” Saiyuri sighs. “How old are you? Do you mind if I ask that?”

    “Not at all,” I laugh. “I’m nearing my thirty-fifth year.”

    “Holy shit,” Sayuri whispers under her breath. “I need to take notes from you.”

    I swallow my heart down. “What do you mean? You’re gorgeous as it is.”

    Sayuri grumbles something under her breath. 

    “I’m sorry,” I gasp.

    She sighs and pats my shoulder. “No. Don’t be. I’m flattered you think so. I’ve just-” she stops and takes a deep breath. “Never mind.”

    “If I’m being honest,” I continue. “The reason I was so nervous around you at the start was because...well,” I clear my throat. “I’m not used to working with beauty. I saw you, and it was like my body stopped working.”

    “Do you flatter everyone like this?” Sayuri asks.

    “I give credit where credit is due,” I reply.

    Sauri then taps my arm. “Let’s stop here for a bit,” she says. “I need to stretch my legs and get something to eat.”

    I stop by the clearing as Sayuri slips from my back. She stretches, and grunts then reaches into the saddlebags on my back. She takes out two apples, handing one to me. 

    “Do you ever plan on marrying?” She asks me.

    My throat goes tight. “Well, I have always wanted a family.”

    Sayuri bites into her apple and looks out across the clearing. “I only said I would marry if I could find someone who matched me.” She glances up at me. “What about you?”

    I sigh and roll the apple between my palms. “I never thought about it. I just wanted someone who loved me as much as I loved them.”

    Sayuri smiles softly and turns back, finishing her apple in silence.

    We reach the town by nightfall and are given lodging at the mayor’s home. There is a small guest house in the back, which Sayuri takes while I decide to stay in the stable that evening.

    In the morning, Sayuri and I would break ground on the start of the road while offering gifts from Demir to the town. I was a little nervous, this was the first big step on a very long journey.

    As I’m laying down to go to sleep, Sayuri walks into the stable. She’s wearing a long, red robe and is carrying a lantern with her.

    “Is something wrong?” I ask, perking up as she approaches.

    Sayuri hangs the lantern then approaches me, capturing my face between her palms and kissing me. My breath is stolen, and I am putty in her clutches.

    Sayuri sighs as she breaks the kiss and steps back. Her fingers slide down my chest, and she tilts her head, watching as my stomach flutters.

    “Sayuri?” I whisper.

    She kisses my cheek and neck then runs her fingers through my hair. “You can touch me too, you know?” She tells me.

    My throat grows tight, and I’m not sure how to move as her soft kisses trail down my neck. I moan softly, stretching my neck to allow her more skin to kiss. I place my hands on her ample hips, gently kneading my fingers into her warm flesh.

    “Are you surprised?” Sayuri smirks.

    “A little,” I confess. “A lot, actually.”

    She chuckles then brushes her swooped hair away from her face. I gaze at her, seeing her scars and glass eye. I touch her cheek, and she whimpers softly, pressing her scarred cheek into my palm.

    “Who did this to you?” I growl.

    She smiles softly. “No one who matters anymore.” She puts her hands around my wrist. “You’re so very warm,” she mewls.

    I kiss her cheek and scars. I kiss over her missing eye and then gaze at her. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whisper.

    Sayuri guides my hand down her throat and to her chest. She makes me spread out my palm along her small breasts. Her nipples are hard and inviting. I press my fingertips to them, toying with the hard peaks.

    Sayuri whimpers, biting her plump bottom lip. “You’re beautiful too,” she whispers. 

    I look at her, tilting my head to meet her kiss. I moan softly as she bare body presses against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, and she drops her robe. I touch her soft, beautiful, bare skin. I see the scars aren’t limited to her face. There are faint scars on her breasts and down her rib cage. There are bigger, darker ones on her thighs and legs.

    “Sayuri,” I growl, feeling rage boil up inside me.

    “Shh,” she whispers. Her nails run along my scalp.

    I press my face against her chest. Leaning down I kiss each scar and mark on her body. I nuzzle to her belly and Sayuri steps back from me. I look up at her, marveling at her powerful form.

    Her hands slides down her center, and her fingers slip between her legs. “I want you, Sorik,” she whispers. Lifting her hand, Sayuri shows me her wets fingers. Her need stringing between the fingertips.

    I take her wrist and lick her fingertips. I suck them clean, and then I pull her to me, kissing her hungrily as I move my hand between her legs.

    Sayuri gasps into my ear, bracing her palms against my chest.

    I ease a finger inside her, feeling her wetness and heat. I moan as my own desire rises. I am growing hard with need, aching for Sayuri.

    “Sorik,” she wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re so warm.”

    I put my free arm around her as I ease another finger inside her. “I can feel your pulse,” I murmur. “It’s so fast.”

    Sayuri chuckles. “I’m excited to have your cock.”

    I laugh and roll onto my side, letting her see what she’s caused in me. She kneels down beside me, touching my cock and stroking her palm along it. She bites her lip and then looks up at me. 

    “Big boy,” She eases me onto my back, and she takes hold of my rear legs. She rubs herself against my cock, coating it in her slick cream.

    “Sayuri,” I pant.

    She looks up at me, locking eyes with me. Sayuri starts to take me inside, sitting down on me and impaling herself. Her lips part and she cries out. She holds onto my rear legs for balance, her knees on my stomach. 

    “Sayuri,” I whisper, reach out to her and touching her chest. My hands pet down, and I grab hold of her hips.

    “So big,” she mewls with a dumbstruck smile on her lips. 

    I swallow, feeling her tightness wrap around me and squeeze. Sayuri starts to move, bouncing slowly as she takes me. I hold her hips, guiding her and keep her up.

    Sayuri trembles and she bucks. She thrusts and grinds me inside, a slight pooch showing on her belly where my cock is.

    “Are you ok?” I whisper.

    Sayuri nods, panting as sweat runs down her chest. “You feel so good,” she purrs. She then stands up, and with wobbly legs, she walks over to a bail of hay and lays on top of her. She thrusts her hips out towards me, wagging her ass at me.

    “Hurry,” she whimpers.

    I walk up behind Sayuri and mount. I rub myself against her ass and thighs before slipping back inside her.

    Sayuri cries out, and her hands dig into the hay. “Oh yes,” she mewls beneath me. 

    I thrust inside her, feeling her inner walls tremble and clamp around me. I grunt and moan, wanting to both take my time and savor her, while also wanting to go as hard as possible. 

    I shudder, feeling the heat build. Sayuri moans and bucks, her legs kick, and she giggles in pleasure. As I feel my peak approaching, I lose control of my hips. I thrust harder inside her, shaking the bail of hay as well as her. 

    Sayuri cries out, moaning loudly and growling. “Cum in me,” she cries. “Oh fuck!” She squeaks. “Cum! I want it!”

    I snarl, huffing and puffing as her commands become true. I release, flooding her womb and gushing inside her. She sighs and mewls, twitching around me as I continue to cum. 

    I slip from her, watching as my cum dribbles down her thighs. I pet her rear and pick her up, holding her in my arms as I lay back down. Sayuri snuggles to my chest, breathing heavily as she starts to cool.

    “Are you ok?” I whisper, kissing her cheek softly.

    She leans into my kiss and nods. “I should have waited though,” she purrs. “I won’t be walking right for the ceremony tomorrow.”

    I chuckle and kiss her again. “Why didn’t you?”

    “Because I couldn’t,” she murmurs. “I’ve been wanting you for a long time now. All month we worked side by side, I thought how nice your big, strong hands would feel on me.” She smirks shyly at me.

    I kiss her and trail my lips down her neck and chest. “I’ll touch you whenever you want from now on,” I whisper.

    Sayuri chuckles and relaxes in my arms. “Go to sleep. I need you in top shape tomorrow.” She curls into me, and soon, I’m fast asleep.

    When I wake up the next morning, Sayuri is standing and putting her robe back on. She groans and stretches. 

    “How are you?” I whisper.

    She turns and looks at me. “Sore,” she grins. “I need to go wash up,” she replies.

    “Go ahead,” I murmur, just happy to admire her. “I’ll wait on you.”

    After a breakfast with the mayor and his family, we break ground on the road. There is then a small festival to celebrate. Sayuri and I make love again that night and come morning we head back to Obresh.

    Sayuri kisses my neck and shoulders, gently brushing her fingers along my skin.

    “You best behave back there,” I chuckle.

    “Sorry,” Sayuri replies. “I can’t help it.”

    “Are you ok?” I ask. “I notice you’re riding sidesaddle today.”

    Sayuri scoffs. “How could I possibly ride regularly when you’ve got me sensitive and raw?” She drags her nails down the nape of my neck. “Your thick cum is still inside me after all.”

    I shudder, feeling my cock twitch with excitement. “Don’t talk like that,” I warn her.

    “My bad,” she sighs. “I’ll wait until we get back to Obresh.”

    We travel in silence for a long while and then Sayuri sighs to herself. “I hope we have a girl,” she says.

    “What?” I gasp, nearly wrenching my spine as I turn to look at her.

    She winks and places her hand on her stomach. “You said you wanted a family. And I said I would only do that when I met my match.”

    I swallow and take a deep breath. “What?”

    Sayuri laughs. “You’re my match,” she murmurs. “And I want you.”

    My heart flops around in my chest. “I want you too.”

    Sayuri kisses my shoulder and back, resting her forehead on my arm. “And like I said, I hope we have a girl first.”

    “Had I known you were trying already, I wouldn’t have let any of my seed spill.” My cheeks burn with his words, and I’m growing excited more and more. “We need to stop,” I laugh. “Or I’ll need to take care of something urgent.”

    “I’d like to get back to Obresh before dark,” Sayuri murmurs. “Or else I would make it an outright emergency.”

    “You’re diabolical,” I huff.

    Sayuri kisses my neck. “It matches your heroics.”

    By the time my house, if finished being built, Sayuri is already heavy with our first child. Demir comes to visit and is lucky enough to witness the birth of my daughter. She’s pure white all over with dark hair like her mother. We name her Kana.

    “I’ll have to get to work on another son!” Demir laughs as he holds Kana. “Orrick is already promised to another.”

    “Are you serious?” Sayuri scoffs at him.

    Demir chuckles. “Are all women so dead set against their child being queen of the entire world?”

    “Not everyone has the lofty ambitions you do, sir,” Sayuri takes Kana back and tucks her into bed.

    Demir smirks. “It does make me happy, seeing all my friends and confidants growing. I feel like I can’t reward them enough.”

    “So marrying off all your supposed children makes you feel like you accomplish that?” Sayuri sighs as she lays back down in bed.

    I smile at her. “He’s always had a mind for stories with happy endings.”

    Demir smiles. “I suppose that’s true. I never cared for fairy tales, but I did enjoy when things ended well.”

    I go over to Sayuri and prop up her pillows for her. “I must admit, it is nice.”

    After Sayuri and Kana fall asleep, I join Demir outside. I pour us both a drink and stand with him as he stares out over the land.

    “You have a nice spot here, dear friend,” Demir murmurs.

    “Thank you,” I then place a book before him. “I found that ledger you wanted. It has the same symbol that Mythri possesses.”

    Demir takes the book and smiles. “Thank you. This is exactly how I plan to payback Chiyo and Mythri for everything they’ve done for me.”

    “If things are to be believed, sir,” I start, “the king over that land has never died.”

    Demir smiles. “Well then, perhaps those women actually are goddesses.”