Chapter 430: Bouncing All Over The Place

"Ahhhnnn!" Sigrid cried out, a sound that was half-shock, half-pleasure, echoing into the quiet night.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, warm and wet, sending waves of sensation crashing through her body.

Her hands, which had been raised in surrender, now fluttered uncertainly before finally settling on Luca’s shoulders, gripping his shirt tightly.

Luca himself switched sides, giving equal attention to her right breast, sucking gently, teasing the sensitive nub with his teeth.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Sigrid’s head fell forward, resting against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"S-Sir Luca...please..." She moaned, though she didn’t know what she was asking for.

More? Less? To stop? To never stop?

Luca pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against her sensitive skin.

"You taste incredible, Sigrid. Like honey and warm summer rain."

"I-I don’t...I don’t taste anything..."

"That’s because you’ve never had someone savor you before." He gave her nipple a gentle flick with his thumb, watching it spring back into place with obvious fascination. "Look at these. They’re so responsive. So eager."

He took her breast in both hands, lifting it slightly, feeling its substantial weight.

"Gods, Sigrid. Each one of these must weigh...what? Five pounds? Six?"

"I...I don’t know..." She was blushing furiously, her eyes darting away from his gaze.

"I’d say at least six. Each." He squeezed gently, watching the flesh bulge between his fingers. "That’s six pounds of pure, gorgeous tit hanging off your chest. No wonder you need bindings. No wonder your armor has to be specially reinforced."

His thumb found her nipple again, rolling it between his fingers with increasing pressure.

"Without all that support, these would be swinging everywhere. Bouncing with every step. Drawing every eye in the room."

"Sor Luca, please..."

"Please what?" He leaned in, capturing her nipple between his lips again, sucking hard this time.

"A-AHH!♡"

Sigrid’s back arched, pressing her chest further into his face. Her tail lashed wildly behind her, swishing through the grass with undisguised excitement.

He sucked harder, drawing her nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue pressing and stroking against the sensitive tip.

His hand moved to her other breast, cupping and kneading, his fingers digging into the firm flesh.

When he released her, there was an audible pop that made her cheeks burn even hotter.

"Gods, Sigrid." His voice was thick with wonder. "Is every centaur built like this? Are you all holding in this much meat under your armor?"

Sigrid’s cheeks burned as she felt his thumbs trace circles around her nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening further under his touch.

"N-No..."

"No?" He pinched both nipples simultaneously, rolling them between his fingers with deliberate pressure.

"Mmmnn—! N-No!" She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "I’m...I’m much bigger than most. The other centaurs...when we bathe together...or change clothes...they always stare. Some of them even ask to touch them. To feel how heavy they are."

Luca pinched harder, twisting gently, and she let out a strangled moan.

"I can’t blame them." He murmured, lowering his head to press hot kisses against the underside of her breast. "These are masterpieces. Works of art. Even women would be captivated by such perfect tits."

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly against the tip while his fingers continued to tease the other.

"A-Ahh...♡"

When he released her, Sigrid looked away, a pout forming on her lips.

"They’re not that great. They’re actually...completely annoying. They’re nuisances. Nothing but burdens."

She looked down at her own chest with undisguised disappointment.

"Do you know how many sword strikes I couldn’t execute because these meat bags got in my way? How many times they’ve thrown off my balance during critical moments in battle?"

Luca’s expression shifted. He grabbed both of her breasts firmly from the sides, squeezing with enough pressure to make her gasp.

"How could you say something like that?" His voice was sharp, almost offended. "That’s so mean! If you keep saying hurtful things like that, your breasts will get upset!"

Sigrid blinked. "What?"

"Think about it!" He continued, completely serious. "If you constantly insult them, tell them they’re useless, treat them like burdens—why would they want to grow? Why would they want to reach their full potential? You’re stunting their development with your negativity!"

Despite herself, Sigrid let out a chuckle. "Oh, you silly. How could they possibly listen to what I say?"

"Breasts have feelings too, Commander. Deep, complex feelings." He nodded sagely. "And if you keep mistreating them, they might just stop growing altogether."

"Even if they didn’t grow, that would be a good thing." She muttered. "Less weight to carry around."

Luca’s fingers found her nipples again—and this time, he pinched hard.

"YOWCH!"

"Don’t say that!" He scolded, though his eyes were dancing with amusement. "Not letting these magnificent beauties reach their full potential? That would be the greatest sin imaginable! A crime against nature! Against beauty itself!"

Sigrid rubbed her sore nipples, glaring at him.

"You’re ridiculous! They’re just breasts!"

"They’re not just breasts!" He cupped them again, lifting their weight reverently. "They’re your breasts. And they deserve to be celebrated, not insulted."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.

"Nope. No arguing. From now on, you’re only allowed to say nice things about them. Compliments only. Understood?"

"You can’t order me around like that—"

"I can and I will." He squeezed gently, his thumbs stroking her nipples in soothing circles. "Now say something nice about your tits."

"This is absurd..."

"Say it."

"...They’re...They’re warm?"

"That’s a start." He grinned. "Keep going."

Sigrid sighed, but a reluctant smile tugged at her lips.

"Fine. They’re...soft. When you touch them like that, anyway."

"And?"

"And they...they seem to make you happy." She admitted quietly. "So I suppose they can’t be completely terrible."

"There we go!" Luca beamed. "Was that so hard?"

They both chuckled, the tension between them softening into something warmer, more comfortable.

Luca’s hands continued their gentle exploration, massaging her breasts with slow, deliberate strokes.

And Sigrid found herself relaxing into his touch.

Earlier, when he had treated her like a horse, caressing her flanks, stroking her equine body with such care, she had already known he was good with his hands.

But now, with proper intent behind his movements, with genuine desire fueling every squeeze and caress...

It was becoming difficult to stand.

Her knees felt weak. All four of them. Her tail swished restlessly behind her, betraying her agitation. And between her legs, where her human body merged with her equine form, a warmth was building that she didn’t quite know how to process.

Luca looked up at her, his hands still cupping her breasts, his thumbs tracing lazy circles around her nipples.

"I want to see you run."

"What?"

"Run." He repeated. "Gallop. Stretch those beautiful legs of yours and really move. But..." He glanced pointedly at her bare chest. "...completely naked on top."

Her face erupted in scarlet. "Absolutely not!"

"Why not?"

"Because—because it’s shameful! My breasts would be bouncing everywhere! Flopping and swinging and—"

"Yes." Luca nodded seriously. "That’s exactly why I want to see it."

He dipped his head, licking a long, wet stripe across her left nipple before taking it into his mouth. He sucked gently, then released it with a soft pop.

"I want to watch them jump while I’m riding on your back." He murmured against her skin. "I want to feel them bounce beneath me. I want to see that hypnotic motion up close, from the best seat in the house."

He switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

"It would be a sight I’d never forget, Sigrid. Please."

"N-No, Sir Luca, it’s too embarrassing—"

"Pleeeeease? I’ll do anything. I’ll polish your armor for a month. I’ll groom your tail every morning. I’ll carry all your equipment. Just please let me see those magnificent tits bounce while you run!"

He looked at her with the most pathetic, puppy-dog eyes she had ever seen on a grown man.

And Sigrid’s resolve crumbled.

It wasn’t just the look—though that alone was devastating. It was the way his hands kept moving, kept touching, kept sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her nipples were aching, her skin was tingling, and her entire being was crying out for more.

How could she say no to him when he made her feel like this?

"...Fine." She whispered.

Luca’s face lit up. "Really?"

"But—but you have to promise not to laugh!"

"I would never laugh at something so beautiful!"

Before she could change her mind, Luca climbed onto her back, settling into his usual position.

But this time, the moment he was seated, Sigrid felt something pressing against her spine—something hard, thick, and unmistakable.

She turned her head, eyes widening. "Is that...?"

"Ah." Luca’s cheeks actually reddened slightly. "Apologies. It’s...inevitable, I suppose. When faced with such beauty."

For some reason, the anger she expected didn’t come.

Instead, a warm feeling spread through her chest. He’d gotten hard for her. So hard. So big. Just from seeing her breasts.

For years, she’d considered these mounds of flesh nothing but burdensome obstacles. Useless weights that hindered her combat ability.

But seeing how they affected Luca and the effect they had on him, made her feel...proud.

’Maybe they weren’t so bad after all.’

"Ready when you are, Commander." Luca’s hands found her naked waist, holding her securely.

Sigrid took a deep breath.

Then she began to run.

At first, she was hesitant, a gentle trot, testing the waters. But even that was enough.

BOING-BOING-BOING-BOING!

Her breasts exploded into motion immediately, swinging in opposite directions before slamming back together with an audible smack!

"Oh my gods." Luca’s voice came from behind her, strangled and awestruck. "Oh my gods?"

Sigrid picked up speed, transitioning into a canter.

The bouncing intensified.

BOING-SMACK-BOING-SMACK-BOING-SMACK!

Her breasts were flying everywhere—up, down, left, right. They swung out wide, nearly slapping against her arms, then rebounded inward, colliding with each other in a spectacular display of physics-defying motion.

"They’re...they’re trying to escape!" Luca’s voice cracked. "They’re literally trying to escape your body! It’s like they’re leading the charge! Left breast says ’This way!’ and the right one says ’No, over here!’"

"Sh-Shut up!" Sigrid called back, her face burning.

She broke into a full gallop.

And chaos ensued.

Her breasts became a blur of motion, too fast to track individually. They bounced so vigorously that they created a visible vibration throughout her entire upper body.

The sound was incredible—a rhythmic THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP that echoed through the night air.

Occasionally, one breast would catch more air resistance than the other, causing her entire torso to wobble slightly as she corrected course.

Luca’s hands tightened around her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he held on for dear life. His erection pressed firmly against her spine, a constant reminder of exactly how much he was enjoying the view.

"The way they fly up—" He gasped. "—and then come back down—it’s like watching waves! Perfect, beautiful, tit-shaped waves! I could die right now and die happy!"

"Don’t you dare die on me!"

"I won’t! But only because I want to see this again tomorrow!"

Sigrid couldn’t help it. Despite her embarrassment and absurdity of the situation, a laugh bubbled up from her chest.

And that laugh made her breasts bounce even harder.

"Oh gods, now they’re laughing too!" Luca cried. "This is too much! I’m going to die from peak experiences!"