Chapter 1 - Fuck The First

The bell rang outside the classroom door and everyone jumped; Parvati had completely forgotten that they were still inside the castle, and was quite convinced that she was really in the forest. The class filed out, looking slightly perplexed.
She watched as Ron and Harry exchanged some quiet words with the imposing centaur, staying hidden behind the thick boughs of the many trees until they had gone. She had stayed because she wanted a chance to tell her new teacher how wrong he was about Professor Trelawny, things where hard enough on the woman already without the Centaur talking about her like that. She had meant to step out at once and attract his attention, but what he did next halted her.

Thinking that he was alone, Firenze crossed the mossy floor and pushed the door closed behind the two boys. Then he returned to his clearing in the centre of the room and drew his powerful arms up and inwards. The stars faded and the light rose. Once more the canopy of leaves brushed against the wooden beams of the ceiling and the sun shone in through the open window. Parvati watched as the bare torso heaved with a deep sigh. The wise, noble head was downcast, his beautiful blue eyes closed.

Parvati's feelings of offence evaporated at the sight of such wonderful a creature so sad. She held a hand to her mouth to stop herself gasping. She had had no idea how hard it was for him... Exiled, banished, isolated. She decided to leave, to try and sneak away without being spotted. She wished she could apparate, just disappear, and never have to admit she'd seen Firenze like that.

Stepping back her heel caught a twig. The snapping sound seemed to echo off the walls, filling the heavy air under the trees. Firenze's head snapped around, eyes wide open and brows furrowed. The diffuse light meant she was still not obvious, standing stock still behind the tree nearest the door, but she knew she had been discovered. Parvati stepped out into the clearing, hands clasped before her and head cast down.

"Parvati Patil." The deep voice of the blonde centaur made her shiver and wonder how angry he would be that she had spied on him. Though a little thought in the back of her mind made note of the fact he knew her name. "Why are you here?"
The girl stammered, tumbling over her own words to explain her intrusion.
"I... You said.... Professor Trelawny. And she... Then... But..." the words died away in her throat as the heavy, dull thuds of the centaur's hooves came closer. She looked up into his classically beautiful face. Her eyes started to dampen as she remembered the look of sorrow those eyes had borne just a moment ago. "I'm sorry. For what happened." She managed, at length, "About coming to the castle." She added, blushing slightly.

The keen eyes regarded her stoically for a long moment. Parvati's insides squirmed uncomfortably under the steely gaze, fearing that she had caused offence. Then the centaur sighed again, though not so deeply as before and pawed the ground almost sullenly.
"It is a heavy fate to bear." He said softly, "For all that Professor Dumbledore has tried to make the transition easy for me, it will never be so. Centaurs are creatures of woods and stars, not stones and stairs. This wood is not real, humans may be deluded by their magic, But I can smell the wood and stone behind the leaves and grass. Watch."
Once more Firenze raised his hands, this time over his head in fists. The trees dissolved. Leaf and branch pouring like sand into nothingness until in a shimmering rush, they stood once more  on the wooden floor of the little used and musty classroom.
Parvati didn't look round, her eyes were transfixed by the centaur. His arms held high, his muscled body flexed,  the light now streaming in through the window gleaming on the bronzed skin. She blushed again, embarrassed at herself for her ogling. It was not like she had never seen a naked man before; she was a fifth year, after all. Harry and Ron were, as virgins very unusual; even Hermione had exchanged whispered stories with the other Gryffindor girls about Hagrid and Fang. The two boys just kept getting tangled up in all sorts of crazy adventures, nobody had bothered to tell them what they were missing. But staring up then into the straining rippling muscles of Firenze made her feel like she had never seen a man before. Her body quivered and tingled with the sight of it.

"Your heart is racing." The centaur said, an Parvati could feel the eyes boring in her head as Firenze lowered his arms. Her own hands, still clasped before her were white knuckled as she tried desperately to think of something innocent. She wished he'd tell her off and let her go instead of just standing there, staring at her. She could feel the tickle in her pants as the image of masculinity continued to replay itself over her closed eyelids.

She gasped as the heavy, rough fingers touched her face. Shivers ran down her spine as they turned her chin up to face him.
"Open your eyes, little one." The heavy voice spoke, and it seemed to be very close. Her lids parted hesitantly and stared into the bright blue orbs only inches away from her hazel-brown ones. "I can smell your excitement. The sweat on your body and the dryness of your lips." He was very close now, kneeling forward on his forelegs to bring his manly torso ever so near to hers. She wanted to wrap her arms around his shoulders, to feel the strain of his muscles against her skin. His fingers held her face, they were warn and rough, calloused by his life in the forest. "But no human woman could withstand a centaur."

Parvatis tried to speak, but the words died on her tongue as the huge face pulled away from hers. The hand was withdrawn and Firenze turned away, "You had best go to your next class. You are already late."
She didn't move. She stared at his retreating back for a moment, before the movement caught her eye. Between his equine hind-legs she could see the two oblate-spheres of his testicles, within their furry scrotum. They hung low and bulging as he walked, and behind them she could just see the other bulge that was his sheath. She said nothing, she thought nothing. Confronted suddenly with the sexual reality of centaurs that had been thrown at her. Then something Hermione had said drifted up into her stunned mind.

She grinned widely at Firenze's back, as she lifted her skirt to reveal her red and yellow striped pants. Drawing out her wand with her free hand she worked the tip under the elastic and between her flaring lips.
"Infragilio" she said loudly, making the centaur turn. There was a whooshing noise and an electric tingling in her womanhood as the spell burst from her wand. She had never tried this one out herself, but Hermione and recently Ron's younger sister had smirked and spoken about it in hushed whispers in the common room.

Firenze returned to Parvati, his vast hooves now striking the wooden floor with the hollow clopping that was so horse-like. "I'm not just a human. I'm also a witch." She said defiantly, her wand tip, still slipped under her exposed pants, now producing small surges of heat in response to her unspoken incantations. The centaur regarded her, with her skirt hitched up and her legs slightly apart as the wand worked away under the rapidly dampening fabric. The centaur drew close in again, bending so that he could bring his face right down to hers.
"Witches and wizards have married Centaurs before." He said, "But there have never been any children. It would be an empty union."
"I don't care about that!" Parvati responded almost hotly, feeling her nipples harden under her bra as the wand heated and cooled against her clitoris, "I just want to be with you. To..." she stopped, her boisterousness stilled by what she had been about to say. 'I want to please you. To make you feel good. To feel you inside me.' It was something she would never have said to anyone, not even to the centaur before she had seen him so depressed. "To... To help you." She finished lamely.

Firenze seemed to have read her unspoken declaration in her face, as she stammered out the last sentence he had reached his arms forward and plucked her from the floor. The powerful limbs hoisted her up as his fore-legs straightened. She dropped her wand and skirt and laced her arms around his chest, clasping her hands between his shoulder-blades. He held her firmly but gently around the middle, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her shoes on his equine back. Their bodies pressed together now, Parvati could feel his physique against her thighs and midriff, her breasts squeezed against his toned chest making her erect nipples tingle. Their lips met.

It wasn't a deep kiss, but it was heavy and held for several long moments as Parvati's arms tightened around Firenze, his broad fingertips pressed into her back as he returned the feeling. When they parted she withdrew her legs, hanging there in his arms, with her feet more than a foot from the ground, he held her tighter. She relished the pressure, his arms pushing her body against his. Inside her shoes her toes curled up. When he loosened his grip at last she slid down his torso slowly, rubbing her cheek against the rippling abs and smooth palomino hair of his horse-half. He held her head in his hands now, holding her face close so, looking up it was almost the same view-point as giving oral to a very tall human. He smiled down at her, his hooves pawing the wood distractedly.

Her hands, free now, slid from his flanks and busied themselves on her own clothing. Her white shirt and striped tie was first, then her bra, also with Gryffindor stripes, fell away. Then she wiggled out of her skirt and pants, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. Naked now apart from her shoes she leant into Firenze, rubbing her naked breasts against his smooth golden hair, and hooking one slender leg around one of his long, bony ones. Far above her she heard him growl softly and he hands that caressed her head and face flexed slightly in time with his breathing. His hind legs were now almost tap-dancing on the floorboards he was so excited.

'Now for it.' She thought, pulling gently away from his warm sleek hair to step cautiously around to star between his hind legs. There it was. Almost a meter in length, and ten centimetres around, it was already very erect. It looked like a tree branch, pointing at her with its bulbous, flat topped head. Her mouth was suddenly dry as she regarded it. She could have stayed staring at the vast thing for hours, but Firenze was clearly impatient. He pawed and huffed, his eyes seemed wider and brighter as they scanned her naked body, but she had no idea what to do. Would he want oral first? Parvati didn't think she could fit her mouth around that, but even as she pondered Firenze moved. He trotted towards one of the reappeared desks that now occupied the room, his erection swung from side to side under his body as his legs worked. Parvati was hypnotised by it as it jabbed this way and that as the centaur's hips moved.

When he was standing by the desk he turned his head to her and motioned for her to lean on it. She did so, stepping lightly across the bare floor. She laid her elbows down on the cool wood and spread her legs. There was the wooden sound of trotting behind her as he manoeuvred into position and reared up. The two heavy  hooves landed on the desk, which creaked under his weight. Parvati wrapped her arms around them, and braced herself against the desk pressing her naked breasts against the worn desk-top and knees against the wooden legs.

She squeaked when she felt it. The heaving from above her moved the thick glans into position and with a buck from Firenze's hips it pressed hard against her femininity. The slithery pre-cum lathered her; coating her lips and bare buttocks as further movements from the centaur rubbed it back and forth across her rear, seeking her out. Spurred on by her soft noises of pleasure Firenze thrust again, and on the second try the rigid and lubricated head caught on the wide open and soaking lips of her vagina. He bucked hard and the thing slopped wetly into her.

Hermione's charm worked perfectly; the vast member stretched her open like a foot in a sock, forcing her legs apart so they were not so much spread as splayed, but there was no pain. She could feel her insides being shifted around to accommodate It, but all it caused was pleasure, even as his hind-legs walked a few small steps forward, driving the shaft further into her staining orifice. She cried out as the bulbous head pressed against her cervix, her fingers gripping the bony ankles of Firenze's fore-legs reflexively with every thrust.

Inexorably his bucking hips drove the throbbing member into her spasming and sweating body. Squeezed between her belly and the desk she could feel the swollen thing tracking upwards, pinching her skin between it and the wood. With each thrust the glans would recede slightly and then surge back deeper than before. Parvati moaned and gurgled in ecstasy as she was borne back and forth on the pounding thing. It rubbed her innermost parts, squeezing and stretching her with its massive size, the pulsing veins stood out like ribs, which caught her blissfully as the trunk moved in and out. Her whole body tightened still further as the tingles spread over every inch of her body, blinding her and paralyzing her as waves of sensation resounded around her limbs.

Her lips, strained tight around Firenze's shaft clenched with her orgasm, holding the hot thing inside her as she bucked her hips and arched her back, pressing herself back onto the oncoming penis. Above, or even all around, she could feel the heat coming off the centaur, the wry muscles in his fore-legs knotted up and she could just see, even though the mists of orgasm, that he had grabbed hold of the stone pillar that formed one half of the window frame and was using it for leverage as he rammed himself against her hind-quarters.

Suddenly Parvati felt something large soft and sweaty bounce off her soaked thighs, it was his testicles. They swung back and forth with his movements, clapping loudly off her legs, though the sound was drowned by Parvati's screams and Frienze's growls. Then she felt the several feet of harness within her surge. A spasm passed along its length, ending at the engorged head, and she knew it was emptying wave after wave of his seed into her womb. In moments she could feel the runny mass of it filling her up. The orgasm that had begun before he started continued, reaching new heights. Her legs were jelly; hanging limply as the pumping penis lifted them up and lowered them back down rhythmically. Firenze was still sending hot spurts of semen into her, and soon it was being forced back down her immensely stretched vagina to spray and leak out around the pulsing shaft to pool on the floor between her feet.

Parvati did not remember when Firenze at last went limp and slid out of her. Her whole body was practically numb with pleasure, from her hair to her toes everything seemed to glow with satisfaction. When the thing did withdrew she heard dimly the sound of all the cum sloshing out of her gaping vagina. The pool of cooling liquid surrounded her shoes. When the great hooves reared up again an clopped down onto the floor she slid backwards, unable and unwilling to move or say anything. Firenze's strong arms caught her tumbling form and he picked her up deftly, clasping her exhausted body to his. Feebly she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face into the nape of his neck, and fell sound asleep. The centaur waved his arm dismissively and recalled the mossy ground, and the trees, and the stars high above in the night sky. Then he lay down slowly, curling his powerful lags under himself and rolling over to lie on his side, the girl still held to his chest, and he too was soon asleep.