#cerelos

this took forever to paint, apx. 20h sobs. done in procreate. i really tried my best to keep their skin colors in mind with all the glows and bright lighting. red’s textured hair was tricky to do though but hopefully i did okay? overall though im super impressed with myself considering…how i dont, like, paint at all lol im very lazy for an artist but here we are.

hope you all liked this piece <3

》although he fell for you at almost the first glance and wanted to keep your imagery pure before the wedding —his body and mind conjured fantasies —fantasies that no sane man should want —fantasies of seeing you writhing and be ruined underneath his giant body —to lust to pound his impossible cock inside your tight little cunt  —after your arrival to his empire, to his stronghold, he’d taken up to wearing a cape over his lower body since —it was a cultural declaration that he found himself a wife, unbeknownst to you —but really, it was also to hide his...shames —every time he see you, he wanted to take you right there and here —but he’s a master of self control

》he had to, no, chose to wait a year —he love you more than he lust for you, truth be told —you deserve to be courted properly —...even if you didn’t know you were, until very weeks before the wedding —he is, was a proper man with brilliant upbringing after all —even if you were but a mere human and he was...not —he love you

》but there were few nights where he succumbed to his needs for your touches —after you found out you were being courted and reacted poorly, he forced you to endure his...affections —smothered you in his attentions, his kisses on your lips, on your everything —though he never took your cunt for himself —not yet —but you needed to be properly...trained. to see just much he could destroy you —your...shy touches abated him for a little while longer, enough to last him to the wedding

》there were a ritual that had to be done sometimes before the wedding —because you were a human —you’d probably die if he tried taking you as is, without magical interferences and spells embedded inside your body so you could carry his full blooded children —he didn’t like any of these old perverts gazing upon your bare body —but there were no choice otherwise —he love you, even if he’d never tell you —only show —you deserved to be loved properly

》you were still shaken up by all the experiences you had to endured to become the emperor’s wife, the wedding was so grand, so beautiful —and to declare you the monster emperor’s inescapable bride —that you were never meant to leave —you’d never forget that fearsome possessiveness in his lips, from when he kissed you so calmly in the front of your audience—witnesses —but fate wasn’t done just yet with you —the wedding night, and the honeymoon, still awaited you —the breeding pillory

》it was perfect —with you unable to go anywhere, naked and trapped, weeping and waiting to be mounded —he saddled your tiny body with his gigantic form —lined up his thick cock to your wet cunt —you were so tight...you fit him so beautifully —how long was that torturous night? —it was quite a beautiful night for him —to turn you into his breeding whore, a tight human hole accommodating to his inhuman cock

》despite the grief in your mind, your body grew to be addicted to that kingly rod of flesh and his cum —before the night ended, your tongue turned loose and betrayed your mind, you were begging for more —your emperor was pleased to hear your cries and confessions, that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you —he rutted you like you were a bitch in heat

》you still required some trainings —you were so stubborn —you even tried escaping him some days prior, with that sorry bag of flesh that was your previous fiancé —even though you sported that injury in your shoulder, he made sure to show you proper punishments after the wedding, reminding you of what you did —that ended with you moaning and crying on the floor with your ass up and his cock in your overstuffed cunt, leaking a puddle under your tired swollen body —ah, he love you so very much

》“your majesty, my queen—my empress, bow down before me.” —yes, just like that —worship your king —your emperor —spread yourself before his royal cock —and take all of it inside your cunt —take it all 》you are finally his —he love you

The reverberation of those chains rattled your heart, but the clip-clop of your emperor trotting arrested you. Shivering reddened skin would surely make an impression on him. Cold metal provided no comfort and the sturdy wood beneath your belly was agonizing in your position, the smooth edge sawing across your splayed thighs. Your legs weren’t spared, chained taut and left you exposed and defenseless.

Whimpering in your breaths, you had to stay calm. Needed to reflect back on where you had done wrong and offended your emperor-husband. You’d been very good, obedient, and never failed to attend to his needs. Were there some cultural misunderstanding? It couldn’t be, your teachers were extraordinary strict (your wrists throbbed at thinking of those unforgiving individuals’ lashing you for your mistakes) and their heads would’ve rolled had they failed you in some ways.

Cerelos, when it comes to you, isn’t lenient even to his own people.

Yet you returned to the very position—and lost your first time to your emperor as a part of your punishment—and to test your physical capabilities under him. Clenching your tongue between your teeth, you willed yourself not to remember the experiences a moment prior. The linings of your organs pulled taut, pronouncing those memories. You shook your head and reminded yourself of your current position.

The breeding pillory. An exquisitely forged framework, nothing but the best for the emperor and his human empress, built onto heavy-duty pillars. In the center of this such masterpiece are three holes, meant to secure the head and hands—to trap the bride. Underneath was a polished marble slab, an alter, its sole purpose was to level your body in a specific angle and to support the centaur’s bulky weight. Several feet above were several levels of silver bars for him to hold on to, to help stabilize his position.

Cerelos initially reserved the pillory for punishments for whatever slights you committed—and for his eventual heirs (he assured you it was too soon, with tensions between kingdoms were still too high). But what offense had you done this time? You were enjoying reading a book in the emperor’s personal library when your equestrian maids arrived, declaring you were needed and escorted you to this glacial room. Stripped bare you merely whispered your confusions when the maids locked you in the pillory.

You learned it was unwise to fight them—and any equestrian, in the end. A single adult equestrian equaled strength of ten men altogether. Much stronger than you, a tiny two-legged thing. The maids your emperor appointed you were subservient, to his wills, yet cared for you as per their duty. They were often your sole female companions in this castle full of judgmental individuals.

Oftentimes they’d nudge you in the right direction, to ensure your safety from crossing Cerelos somehow. That time, they apologized to you, “We do not know, but you’ll be alright, your Majesty.” One murmured to you, her stern composure breaking for a moment, while the other slithered an handful of ointment inside you, “We’ll see you after.”

It was an dreadful act done to you, but it was an necessary evil to survive your husband. The maids didn’t linger long, retreating and left you freezing, humiliated, and vulnerable. Despite the cold, you were melting from the inside.

The ointment was more than effective, it was an aphrodisiac. A painful one, leaving a gaping hole in your belly only a man’s cock could fill—your husband’s, specifically. “Yo-you, ah, Majesty,” you whimpered, hearing a scraping slide of the door behind you. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his glided hooves.

Cerelos secured the door, barring all eyes from laying on your delicate form, “I see you’ve been well, my dear,” his tone could freeze the Hell itself, “considering you are dripping wet.” His gait was purposeful, slow, to unnerve you.

“…ahn, w-what did I do this time t-to war-warrant this punish—punishment?” You quivered, hot breaths leaving your lips in white plumes. Several thumps followed, leading you to imagine him to stripping his elaborate wedding saddle (an equestrian version of wedding ring) and the kingly robe from his back.

You tried not to picture your husband sporting a hard-on underneath those fineries, but your brain was a traitorous thing.

His hands seized your buttcheeks, rubbing his thumbs on the silky skin. Cerelos’ calloused fingers gliding over your spine was a punishment within itself. You knew he was lowering his four legs and bending his waist in order to reach your body. He was a titanic being, well worthy of his crown. His voice trembled, “Truly?” You tensed when he rubbed his course chin, kissing alongside your rigid spine, “Nothing at all, you’ve been wonderful. Obedient. Perfect wife and queen of my people. ”

Curving in from your thigh, his fingers homed in and prodded at your folds. “Wh—why this…then?” Your whine hiked a higher notch when Cerelos spread you—toying with your wet flesh.

“Because I liked, and missed, punishing you.” Cerelos murmured, tonguing the triangle of your tailbone and set it tingling with his groomed beard. At your mewling protests—as weak as they were, he pulled away from you and evened his broad shoulders, “Shush, you liked this as much as I do.” Cerelos chuckled when you gave up on your words. Grabbing a bar above him, meant to stabilize his footings, he trumped his front hooves on the slab you lied on.

Taking the bar above your head, he pressed his rear half downward with a huff of air. Without physical assistance, angling himself was a tricky part. His cock had a will of its own, yet lacking a proper ability to pigeon in to your cunt. As big as he is, he physically cannot adjust himself either.

Nearly saddling you under his belly, Cerelos murmured, “can you feel it?” He fingered through your hair, appreciating the silkiness running through his hand.

“Er, uhm,” you panted, balling your fists. Heat flushed on your clitoris, “al-almost!”

“Ah I’m under you, let me amend that…” You flinched when both of his hands clutched on a curved ironwork between your neckhole. Cerelos’ feathered furs trickled your ribs and breasts, shuffling the metal shoes on the marble.

This part was always awkward for both of you, your bodily differences especially apparent. Not for the first time you absently wondered what you and Cerelos would’ve looked like to an outsider, fumbling around like it was your first time. Outsiders were strictly forbidden from witnessing both of you and your emperor’s copulations—and Cerelos had far too much pride to ask for help.

“Can you now?” You squeaked at how close Cerelos was to you, his teeth nibbling your ear. His hand palmed your throat, caressing you. Something burnt your folds.

You nodded what little you could in his grasp, “Y-yes! Yo-your flare—!”

“Perfect,” your cunt spread wide by the emperor’s crowned head. Slacking your jaw, you couldn’t breathe, your body was being slowly speared, “if, ah, only I could see under you...” Cerelos glued his thumb on the surface of your tongue and shuddered at your tightness, “Perhaps it wouldn’t be so…ah, prudent to have mirrors implemented in this room?”

“Y-your, eugh! Majesty!” You could feel every one of the irregular bumps on Cerelos’ crowned cock...you could never have enough of it, stretching you so much to accustom him, “P-please…” You begged, suckling his digit.

Releasing your tongue, the emperor ran his thumb down your gnawed-swollen lips, “Please what, my dear?” Cerelos inched himself inside of you, relishing everything that was you.

Fluttering your eyes shut, you swallowed your mewls and arched your hips to take in more of his length. Courage, you needed courage to confess your shameful hunger. Your voice betrayed you, “F…fuck me, your Majesty…”

“Whatever my empress desires, she gets,” Cerelos rumbled, pleased he’d trained you well. Departing from your mouth, he fisted the bar and braced himself. Through his panting breaths, he groaned, “Prepare…yourself.”

Gnashing your teeth and hissed in a deep breath, your eyes rolled backward. You braced for it, but you always falter in the face of lust. Numbness consumed you, following with a stab of electricity.

Before you knew it, you went blind with sheer pleasure and a hint of pain. The shell of your skin stretching more the kingly cock pressed in, your womb aching and coiling over the kiss of Cerelos’ rigid flesh. Silky surface, not spared from occasional pulsing veins as thick as your pinkie, glided inside your cunt.

Before, whenever you regained your capability to think, it unnerved you at how well you fit him almost like glove. Now, you didn’t care. Thinning your lips, you smothered the urge to beg your emperor from violating you. Crescent moons embedded into your palms from your nails, you whimpered, “Ce…” he was stringing you up tightly, but his cock remained still. Immobile to your body’s pleas.

Flushed to his hilt, Cerelos lingered a minute too long and shuddered at how homely you were. Cold steel bit his fists, he slid shut his eyes and settled his heavy testicles over his beloved empress’ supple rear, imprinting his heat on your skin. The writhing warmth of you spread across his lower belly, easing all senses of the royal burdens from his shoulders—albeit briefly. He trusted you’d allow him this single moment to himself.

It took some works, an impressive amount of magic and readjustments for your poor body to be accustomed to his uses, but yet, Cerelos recalled his first time with you fondly.

His efforts were worth it, to truly become one with you—without breaking your body beyond recognizable as wild heathens were known to do with the fairer half. He was only sorry that he had to display you before the trusted doctors, but he knew you understood the reasons behind the humiliation. You were a smart thing—the emperor did not choose poorly.

Your cunt was just as tight as before, gripping his cock masterfully and tempted him to destroy you. Over and over, until your womb bear fruits—his children. Yes, it was necessary for you to endure humiliation, for these miserable old men to cast spells on your fragile body. He could only have you—and none others.

If it meant he and you will be comparable and lifelong lovers, then so be it.

“C—Cerelos!” His empress sobbed, squirming with his cock rooted deeply inside of her—you. Thumping his back hooves, he tormented you with a turn of his hips, “Your—uhmp!” Cerelos shuddered at how you engulfed his size.

“Patience, dear,” he crooned, slowly withdrawing from your cunt. With his crowned end remaining, Cerelos angled his torso over the high bar and reached down, “you know I won’t be kind in but a moment.” He caressed your sweat-slicked cheek.

That large hand slipped away. You gasped—but your emperor scantly gave you seconds to ready yourself from the impact. You saw the blurs before your body felt the punishing impacts beating from below your navel and battering your skin. Tears glistened from the corners of your eyes—but you couldn’t be any happier.

The void left in by that painful ointment was being stuffed proper, to the brim, by your husband’s royal cock. You no longer felt empty, being speared apart by mind-shearing pleasure. Please, you wanted to beg, fuck me more, harder! But your voice disappeared under his majesty’s onslaught.

White cloud hang in the air, fleeing from your lips. Chill ached your swollen teats, left untouched by your husband’s beloved hands. Forces from Cerelos’ fucking jumped your breasts and your shoulders hummed with discomfort from being slammed harshly into the pillory.

They all heightened your desperate needs for him, your emperor.

Your brain blanked and a cry so sharp pierced in your ears. That was you, crying the moment your climax broke. Another followed quickly, clenching his unforgiving cock. Everything vanished, bleak in your unfocused eyes. Whatever strength you had left you and you were content at allowing Cerelos to fuck away inside your crude, peasant body.

His testicles thudded against your bruised cunt, batting your hardened jewel. It should hurt, but with his thrusting, you hardly felt anything but Cerelos. There was an instinctive want to close your thighs, to pin your emperor deeper inside you, but couldn’t. Chains rattled distantly.

Exhilarated, you paid no attention at how warm the air had gotten. Sweat sticking your frazzled hair. Or how sweetly your emperor’s cock was kissing your womb.

You paused, realized you could breathe long enough to cleanse your lungs from the heat. Thoughts came sluggishly. Cerelos slowed his hungry pursue of your body, drawing out the pain, “Y—your maje—hm!?” You choked at the punch of his slam, his low groan loud in your ears, and stretched your belly to a taut over his cock.

It was scorching hot, burning your insides. The cooled surface pressed against your stomach more Cerelos released inside your poor womb, his cum solemnly escaped your plugged cunt. Rivulets crept down your quivering thighs.

You never felt so heavy before, the stomach swelling with the gushing liquid fire. The shape of his length disappeared under the rounding shell of your stretched skin. Hands curling in tight balls, you mewled—Cerelos still pulsed inside your cunt.

Clicks rang in your ears, rousing you from the daze, you were freed from the breeding pillory, “A-ah, my stomach…” your groan had him chuckling. Finding your hands freed, you grasped your bloated belly and readjusted your position to lie partially on your side onto the slab, “you, ah…” your back sharply arched when Cerelos’ cock was tugged loose from your cunt. With it gone, your belly softened but it was still filled to brim with his thickly white content. The cum he spent inside of your womb poured in a steady stream of waterfall between your cum-slicked thighs, “came so much…” nails bit in palms, shaking and feeling oddly empty, you were conscious only to Cerelos’ roaming hands.

“I’d be glad to provide more if desired,” Cerelos peeled open your legs and plugged several of his fingers deep in your cunt, disrupting the thick rivulets, “though I do not remember giving you my permission to discharge my seeds.” His reproach had you feebly reaching down to cup yourself, though you spread the soft folds instead with your husband’s plunging fingers hindering your intentions.

Wetting your lips, a long whine followed your gasp, “I’m sorry…” Cerelos’ fingers were hiking your sensitivity to a near-painful degree, knuckles purposefully rubbing against your swollen nub. Despite your ruined state, your appetite was carving for something bigger than the emperor’s thick fingers. You refused to say it though.

Give your emperor an inch, he’ll take a mile.

Cerelos’ lips curled upward, “Discipline is essential to be a good empress, my dear.” He pulled away. At his leer, you immediately palmed in your ravaged hole. Your effort proved fruitless when thin streaks continued to dribble outside your hand.

You said nothing, pushing up the tongue to the roof of your mouth to smother a whimper. Awaiting for his command and to sit pretty for him. Refusing your eyes to gaze upon his glorious cock, you locked to his cool gaze.

“We’ve a long night ahead of us,” Cerelos thudded his front hooves on the slab you perched on. Navigating himself to get closer to you, he hovered his erected length in front of your face. Locking on his leaking crown, you salivated but remained immobile until his further command, “I highly suggest you to make uses of that pretty mouth of yours and keep your womb full, hm?”

Being an obedient, collared pet you were, you obeyed without a second thought and grasped it in your hand. It was so thick that your index finger and thumb could not touch, leaving an notable gap. Tonguing and kissing the weeping hole inside his flare, you cooed at his groan, “as my emperor wish.”

if a centaur/equestrian is married, they’re expected to cover up their private bits in some form because ideally every inch of them belong to their spouse and no one eyes shall laid upon them. if unmarried, bacholer/ettes are free to go completely naked, showing their bits to the public (even including when males are, well, hornie af), because they’re still animals in some senses. Nudity is natural for them—and yes, kids aren’t spared from seeing such a thing, but they grew up with much better sexual education than we do irl.

what differed them from those who married a human though is that they don’t require a saddle. because cerelos married his human, you can expect to see his (horse)back having a fancy saddle—that is his wedding saddle, basically equestrians’ version of wedding rings to humans. because of equestrians’ prides they would’ve refused to be ridden by anyone else but their beloved spouse, showing the measures of their trusts toward them. meaning, in cerelos’ case, only his wife may ride on his back—and the saddle symbolized that—and her being a human.

its a bit of double edged tho. while its not rare (common enough to have wedding saddles being a thing), its not common either, because the equestrians society is laced heavily with racism toward nonequestrians—most especially humans. in other words, cerelos is ousting himself to be a ‘human lover’, something that could’ve warranted being beaten/murdered/etc. if he wasn’t the emperor. despite his laws protecting the cross species marriages/rights to marry whoever, hate crimes still unfortunately occurred.

that said, cerelos found and enjoyed a particular hobby of castrating/hunting down those involved in such hate crimes to torture them and to implement fear in those of lower morals in his people—they’d be quite lucky to be alive afterward, provided they survived any infection that followed their punishments. cerelos started doing such deeds ever since he married his precious human.

anyway, back to being naked bit, even as a bachelor cerelos wasn’t required to be naked because he, being the emperor, was expected to be treated like a god—meaning even if he wanted to show his bits (which he didn’t, he basically viewed most of those he was forced to interact with, typically those in positions of power, nobles, etc., as pure trash but unfortunately necessary to his society), people were forbid to. they had to keep their eyes down on the ground anyway, so it wasn’t uncommon to see him with his cape on even before then.

extra bits,

for equestrians’ human spouses, they were expected to always be seen riding on their equestrian spouse’s back if together regardless of their genders. so cerelos’ darling would have to stay on his back in public regardless of events—unless they were sitting down. even then the human spouses were expected to keep close contact with their equestrians. this is so to keep the humans safe if a brawl broke out near them or w/e and to maintain the status duo of being unbreakable.

for the married equestrians, itd be pretty easy to be ousted as cheaters if they were seen hiding their private bits beforehand and then caught without after which, btw, was Extremely frowned upon in their society

divorce can only occurs under the emperor’s discrete, meaning...good luck leaving the emperor if you’re married to him.

im not clear yet on what kind of symbol the human/nonequestrains spouses would’ve received to oust them to be married to equestrains yet. wedding rings are typically more for human/human thing. maybe a golden jewel collar?