Beschreibung
Sarah's always been a good girl. She saved herself for marriage, but now, on her honeymoon in Greece, she's beginning to have her regrets. Her new husband Jared is sweet, but he's helplessly inept in bed. Frustrated, Sarah goes for a hike alone in the Foloi forest - only to encounter a herd of centaurs who are more than happy to fulfill her every need. But what will Jared think when he stumbles across them? Warning! This 4,500 word story contains masturbation, a centaur breeding gangbang, and a cuckolded, creampie-eating husband! Adults only!
- Excerpt -
“What brings you into this forest at night, smelling like a mare in heat?”
Sarah’s heart was beating hard against her ribcage. What could she possibly say to him? She had to be imagining things. Was there some sort of hallucinogenic baked into the few resentful bites of spanakopita she’d eaten?
“I don’t know,” she said, truthfully.
The centaur smiled, taking another step closer. Sarah felt herself sinking down towards the ground, her hand still buried between her legs.
“I suppose you didn’t come here for us, then? To experience the legendary coupling of a human woman with a half-man, half-beast?”
His tone was mocking. She shook her head, shrinking further from him.
“No, I didn’t. I swear. I didn’t know. I didn’t even think you were real.”
He laughed, his front legs bending down to bring him almost to her level. “All right, then,” he said. “So you didn’t know. You just thought these legendary woods, the fabled home to centaurs, would be the best place to find some quiet time to yourself?”
Sarah quivered. She didn’t know what she was afraid of, but she felt her inner muscles twitching and clenching as her eyes drifted over the centaur’s body. Every part of it was heart-stoppingly beautiful, from his tightly muscled chest to his smooth haunches to the long, thick shaft on the underside of his belly
- Excerpt -
“What brings you into this forest at night, smelling like a mare in heat?”
Sarah’s heart was beating hard against her ribcage. What could she possibly say to him? She had to be imagining things. Was there some sort of hallucinogenic baked into the few resentful bites of spanakopita she’d eaten?
“I don’t know,” she said, truthfully.
The centaur smiled, taking another step closer. Sarah felt herself sinking down towards the ground, her hand still buried between her legs.
“I suppose you didn’t come here for us, then? To experience the legendary coupling of a human woman with a half-man, half-beast?”
His tone was mocking. She shook her head, shrinking further from him.
“No, I didn’t. I swear. I didn’t know. I didn’t even think you were real.”
He laughed, his front legs bending down to bring him almost to her level. “All right, then,” he said. “So you didn’t know. You just thought these legendary woods, the fabled home to centaurs, would be the best place to find some quiet time to yourself?”
Sarah quivered. She didn’t know what she was afraid of, but she felt her inner muscles twitching and clenching as her eyes drifted over the centaur’s body. Every part of it was heart-stoppingly beautiful, from his tightly muscled chest to his smooth haunches to the long, thick shaft on the underside of his belly