Chapter 429: A Centaur’s Breasts

Sigrid gasped aloud, a violent shiver surging through her frame.

It was the first time in her entire life a man had ever laid hands upon her chest. Yet, she didn’t pull away.

His eyes drifted downward.

"Ever since I sat on your back, I’ve been watching them."

Sigrid’s breath caught. "Watching what?"

"Your breasts." He said it without shame, without hesitation. "The way they move when you walk. The way they bounce when you run. The way they sway with every step you take."

Sigrid’s face burned.

"They’re..." She swallowed hard. "They’re just...they’re simply a part of me. I can’t control how they move!"

"No, you can’t. And that’s what makes them so mesmerizing." He reached out and lightly cupped one breast through her blouse. "Now I finally get to see what’s been powering all that movement."

The contact sent electricity arcing through her body.

"I want to see if they jiggle even more without these restraints."

"You said this was an...an objective evaluation..."

"Even the most detached scientist becomes a degenerate when faced with knockers as gloriously massive as yours, Commander."

Luca purred, leaning close to her ear and his low, seductive voice sent another wave of warmth through her. Her tail lashed left and right against the grass in hopeless, undeniable excitement.

"Should I be the one to undress you." He asked. "Or would you prefer to do it yourself?"

Sigrid looked down at her hands.

They were shaking.

"I...I don’t think I can." She admitted. "My hands are trembling too much."

"Then let me."

He reached for the ornament at her throat, the beautiful jeweled clasp that held her blouse closed.

For a moment, she feared he might simply yank it away, treating it as an obstacle rather than a treasure.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he carefully, reverently unfastened it, holding it up to the moonlight.

"How beautiful." He said softly.

Then, with surprising gentleness, he placed it into a small spatial storage.

"I’ll keep it safe for now. I don’t want it to fall and get dirty."

Sigrid felt her heart swell.

He had noticed. He had cared.

Even in this moment with his hands about to explore her body, he had taken the time to respect something precious to her.

’Why can’t I hate him for this?’ She wondered. ’Why do I keep trusting him more and more?’

Luca’s hands moved to the buttons of her blouse.

One by one, he undid them—slowly, savoring each moment. Sigrid could only watch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as her clothing fell away.

But when the blouse fell open, Luca’s expression flickered with something between disappointment and curiosity.

Instead of bare skin, there was another layer beneath. Brown leather bandages, wrapped tight around her chest, binding everything firmly in place.

"This is..." He asked, running a finger along the edge of the wrapping.

"Practical." Sigrid explained, her voice strained. "With breasts as large as mine, any movement is...difficult. Painful, even. So I bind them."

Luca touched the bandages gently, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath.

"This must be exhausting. Carrying this much weight, binding yourself so tightly every day."

"It is..."

"And centaurs don’t just move their upper bodies—you move everything. Every step, every turn, every gallop. Your breasts must be constantly in motion."

"They are..."

"Then I’ll make this as comfortable as possible for you!"

He gave her reassuring gaze before completely removing her blouse.

And for the first time, her entire upper torso was exposed to the cool night breeze!

Sigrid possessed a stunning, sculpted waist, a flawless, defined six-pack carved through years of relentless warrior training, free of a single gram of unnecessary fat.

Luca tried to glance down to see where her human midriff merged into her equine spine, but the seam was hidden beneath the high waist of her decorative riding skirt.

Still, her bare midriff was an absolute masterpiece.

Finding the iron pin behind her back, Luca unhooked it. "Hold still, Commander..."

He began to unwrap the thick leather bandage, spinning the strip around her body loop by loop.

Sigrid stood completely frozen, her breath catching with every single pass of his hands.

With every rotation of the bandage, the crushing pressure on her lungs lessened. Her chest expanded, drinking in the cool air, expanding further and further as the restraints lost their grip.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity and no time at all there was only one loop left. Luca paused, his hands hovering just above the bandages, and looked at Sigrid with an expression that was somehow both playful and serious.

"Last chance." He said. "Say the word, and I stop."

Sigrid’s mouth was dry. Her hands were trembling. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire. But when she spoke, her voice was steady.

"Finish it."

He pulled the final loop free.

And the bandages, deprived of their anchor...simply fell apart!

Boing! Boing!

Sigrid’s breasts burst free.

And they were magnificent!

They were absolutely enormous globes of pale, moonlight-kissed flesh that seemed to defy the laws of physics by their very existence.

But they weren’t soft and pillowy like Luna’s generous assets. No, these were different.

These were the breasts of a warrior—firm and elastic, with a tautness that spoke of muscle and vitality beneath the feminine curves.

They looked like they would bounce a thrown stone right back at the thrower. Like an arrow would ricochet off them and return to the archer.

They were, in the most literal sense possible, a natural defense system.

And her nipples. Gods above, her nipples!

They were large and prominent, two perfect circles of dusky rose that stood at attention in the cool night air.

The areolas were the size of small coins, the color of pink peppercorns, and the nipples themselves jutted outward with the proud defiance of a soldier standing at parade rest.

They were bigger than Leona’s breasts. Significantly bigger.

And that made sense, didn’t it? Leona was an elf—slender and graceful and built on a smaller frame.

But Sigrid was a centaur. Her entire body was scaled larger, more powerful, more substantial.

And her breasts, being part of that body, had followed the same principle. Each one was probably larger than Luca’s entire head.

He realized, distantly, that he wasn’t breathing.

"Sir Luca." Sigrid’s voice was barely above a whisper. Her arms twitched, as if she wanted to cover herself. "Don’t...Don’t stare like that."

"Don’t stare?" Luca’s voice came out hoarse. "Sigrid, I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in my very long life. I’ve crossed between worlds. I’ve witnessed magic and miracles and things that most people can’t even imagine. But this..."

He gestured helplessly at her chest.

"...this is going in the top five. Possibly the top three!"

"You’re exaggerating!"

"I am absolutely not exaggerating! My brain has stopped working. I’m operating entirely on instinct right now. If you asked me my own name, I’d have to think about it."

A small, embarrassed laugh escaped her. "You’re ridiculous."

"I’m honest. There’s a difference." He reached out, his hand hovering just above the curve of her left breast. "May I?"

Sigrid swallowed. Her whole body was trembling—not with fear, exactly, but with something more complicated. Anticipation, maybe. Or the overwhelming strangeness of the moment.

"Yes..." She finally whispered.

His hand made contact.

The first touch was feather-light.just his fingertips, brushing against the outer curve of her breast with the gentleness of a man handling something infinitely precious.

Sigrid’s breath caught in her throat. His fingers were warm. Warmer than she’d expected. And the sensation of them on her bare skin, in a place that no one had ever touched before—

"Mmm!♡~"

A small sound escaped her. Not quite a gasp. Not quite a whimper. Something in between.

He began to explore her. Not with the clinical detachment of the "scientific observation" he had joked about earlier, but with genuine curiosity and care.

His hands moved across her breasts, learning their shape, their weight, their texture. They were firm but there was a springy resilience to them that made them fascinating to touch.

He could press into them and feel them push back, as if the flesh itself had opinions about being handled.

"They really are elastic." He murmured.

"Years of training." Sigrid managed. "Muscle tone. It...it affects everything."

"So I’m feeling your warrior spirit right now?"

"If you’re trying to make this less strange, you’re failing."

"Noted." He shifted his attention to her nipples, gently rolling one between his thumb and forefinger.

"Mmm—! G-Gently...." Sigrid’s entire body jerked, and a small, involuntary sound escaped her lips.

"You know." He said conversationally, even as his hands continued their gentle exploration. "Ever since I started riding on your back, I’ve been watching these."

He gave a gentle shake, and her breasts jiggled with a weight and momentum that was frankly hypnotic.

"Every time you galloped, they were bouncing everywhere. Left, right, up, down. I had to physically restrain myself from staring."

"Y-You didn’t restrain yourself at all." She snorted as her nipples got teased. "I caught you staring multiple times."

"I said I had to restrain myself. I didn’t say I succeeded."

He squeezed again, a little firmer this time, and Sigrid made a sound that was definitely not a whimper.

"But now I finally get to see what was powering all that motion. And I have to say—" He looked down at the magnificent globes filling his hands— "the reality exceeds all expectations."

His thumbs found her nipples—those perfect, prominent peaks—and brushed across them with the lightest possible touch. Sigrid’s entire body jerked as if she’d been struck by lightning.

"Sensitive?"

"What do you THINK?!"

"I think yes. Very yes." He did it again, and this time the sound that escaped her was unmistakably a moan. "Definitely yes. But sensitive can be taken it different so the more important question to ask is..."

"...if it feels good?"

Sigrid wanted to lie. She wanted to maintain her dignity as a commander. But the truth spilled out before she could stop it.

"Yes," she breathed. "It feels... strange. But good."

Luca smiled, a genuine, soft smile that reached his eyes. "Good. Because I’m not done yet."

He lowered his head.

Sigrid’s eyes widened. "Luca? What are you—"

"Shh," he hushed her, pressing a finger to her lips. "Remember Code 301. No reservations. No holding back."

Before she could protest further, he pressed his lips to the peak of her left breast.