Of Horses and Heels

Unable to stop him, all Emily can do at this point is feebly try to push Tawncal away as she sits atop the turnbuckle, too worn out to do anything but moan under his ministrations.

Even so, Emily takes comfort in the fact that, at the very least she made him fight for it.

The Centaur feels the sexual pheromones turning him in a bit too much and working on his horse genitals. He stops licking and rubs his nose nervously, escaping an equine grunt like a stallion in rut.

The redhead feels the pleasure growing with every lick, then, all of a sudden, he stops. Surprise and frustration in equal measures bring Emily back to lucidity to look down at the Centaur curiously, utterly confused by the sudden change in behavior.

...The hell is he doing?

Tawncal now looks annoyed by the feminine fluid over his equine nostrils. He rubs his nose to clean them, not wanting to smell more female sexual pheromones.

...You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Emily soon realizes that he's actually trying to rub her juices off his face. That he's so squeamish about something as simple as this is more than a little annoying to the redhead. That aside, Emily figures that she might as well make use of this opportunity. With that in mind, Emily quickly wraps her legs around the Centaur's neck and shifts back, trying to choke him out against the turnbuckle, leaning back for good measure.

"Tap out or pass out," Emily shouts, trying to mask the exhaustion creeping up on her.

Too distracted by what he's doing, Tawncal doesn't prevent her move. Caught in a neckscissor, the Centaur has now his nose so close to what he's trying to avoid now. He whinnies, he paws the ground, not because of the choke, but because of the smell. He escapes a lustful whinny and tries to push Emily off.

Unfortunately for the Centaur, Emily's exhaustion had done nothing to dull her mental faculties. If she couldn't keep him in place herself, she could always have gravity lend a hand.

With that in mind, Emily shifted even further back, her grip on Tawncal's neck being the only thing keeping her from falling off the turnbuckle to the hard floor below.

Trapped, the Centaur focuses on avoiding to smell her pussy. He tries to push her, but he also tries to hide her pussy with his hands, snorting and groaning like a stallion in lust.

Realizing that her current efforts have her opponent more concerned about the smell than the fact that she's trying to choke him out, Emily tries to squeeze around Tawncal's neck with her legs as hard as she can manage. At this point, she's honestly trying to get him to either tap out or pass out.

"Well, what's it going to be?!" Emily shouted, all but hanging upside down as she tries to simultaneously squeeze Tawncal's throat with her legs and force it up against the turnbuckle, "Tap out or pass out?!"

« N-Never ! No Human can make a Centaur tap out ! », the Centaur shouts. He grips Emily's armpits and use them to slam her back against the turnbuckle. If he can't push her off, maybe pain can make her release. He has to avoid her pheromones absolutely !