Author's Notes:

Each episode in the "An Inhuman Love" series will be a stand-alone novelette, meant to be read and enjoyed in a single sitting. Expect a monster/human pairing in each episode, with all the juicy details included.

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Being alone sucks!

Menala walked the road between Sparta and a nearby village, picking bits of forage from the plants near the worn path. The sun was high, she was sweating through her long, white chiton, and her sandals were doing little to keep her feet from getting sore from constant walking. But it was better than returning to an empty home, at least.

Forests guarded both her sides, thicker than in most areas, but that's where the berries and other edible plants could be found, so that's where she went. With a basket over her shoulder, she scooped up a few things, picked a few others, and accumulated quite the supply of food over a day's work. The walk back wouldn't be fun, but this close to the city she should be safe.

She took a few moments to readjust herself. She was of a normal height for a Spartan, but unlike her lean and strong sisters, she was a softer creature, with large breasts and wide hips. They teased her for it of course, but when her husband was alive, she knew damn well he preferred her voluptuous curves to their hard edges.

It's been years, Menala! Stop thinking about Jonal. He died with honor, move on.

With a heavy sigh, she started to comb her long dark hair with one hand, and kept the basket steady with the other while she walked. The sun was beginning to set, and in her attempts to stay away from her empty home, she'd stayed out well too long. It'd be dark by the time she got back. Wonderful.

Snapping twigs and shuffling feet made her jump back. A man dove in front of her — he must have been hiding in the trees — and raised a sword to point at her. He was dirty, his tunic nothing but rags, and his sinister smile exposed missing teeth.

"Hello," he said.

Her heart picked up, and her eyes started looking around in a panic. People didn't just jump out of bushes to say hello. Or point swords.

"I... let me pass."

"No." He laughed at her, clicked some of his damaged teeth together, and took a step forward.

She stepped back just as much, but more noises made her turn around. Another man had jumped out from the brush, a taller fellow but just as ragged and vicious looking. He had a dagger, and he stepped toward her the same as the other man did.

She held out her basket of freshly picked food. "I have no money. Please, if you let me pass, you can—"

The first fellow got close enough to breath on her, and he swiped away her basket with a hand. Her food fell to the ground, and they made no efforts to gather it. Hours and hours of effort scattered into a mess by the drooling, disgusting heap of vileness before her.

"We don't want money, or food. We want you."

Oh gods.

"Ch'yeah. Been some time since we found a lone girl this late." The tall one fondled his crotch through his torn tunic with his free hand, and he flipped the dagger a few times in his other. He had the look of certainty in his eyes; they had done this before.

A third man stepped out from the brush, a bow in his hand and a quiver of arrows on his back. He looked just as lecherous and vile as the other two. How many more were there? Were they really out at dusk just to... hunt... women?

"You... no, please. You can't." She looked around, panic rising, eyes wide and breath coming faster. If this were nearer the city, she'd call for help, and these ruffians would die on Spartan swords. But she knew no one would be this far out this late, and she herself had no sword to defend herself.

"Can't we?" the first brute said. He reached for her then, and grabbed one of her large breasts through the thin fabric of her chiton.

Like a snap of fire, panic vanished and fury replaced it. She drove her fist into his ugly face hard enough to break off one of his teeth and knock him onto his ass. She was a Spartan! She would not be manhandled by these disgusting brutes.

Of course, for all her courage, it didn't matter much when the tall man behind her grabbed her offending hand, pulled it behind her by the wrist, and brought his dagger up to her neck.

"Do that again and we'll start cutting off fingers."

She grinded her teeth together hard enough to hear her jaw click. At least she'd managed to hurt the one who touched her bosom, that would impress her sisters. But it was useless, any further attempt to move would mean a sliced throat. With another sigh, she turned her head to the side and grimaced in waiting.

"That's better."

"Arg, that really hurt!" The bastard on the ground got up and rubbed his jaw. He probably didn't even notice he'd lost a tooth, ruined as his mouth already was. "I'm going to rough you up something good." And again he approached her, grabbed one of her breasts, and squeezed, hard. She made no noise; she would not let them have the privilege of hearing her pain.

The archer just snickered, and the one with the blade on her throat tightened his grip on her wrist.

"You've got some pretty big tits for a Spartan. God damn, look at these." He lifted the heavy breast with a hand and cupped it so it filled his palm. She stared at anything else but the ugly bastard, the bushes, the trees, her dropped basket, anything so she wouldn't have to see his snickering face.

More sounds. More twigs snapping. Louder, and louder. The man groping her looked up at his friend, and then behind him at his other friend, confusion etched on his brow. They all turned to face the sounds, her included.

It sounded like a herd of boar were charging through. The sound got louder, and louder, and turned into crashing. She could feel the gallop of hooves underneath her feet; what fool would take a horse through dense forest? But, as the sound grew closer, she could hear the trot of what were unmistakably hooves, and the silhouette of a horse and rider against the shadows of the trees. Great, another ruffian.

"Who goes there? Sp—"

Time froze, branches broke away, shattered by impact, and a massive shadow emerged. A wall of muscle erupted from the dark forest, and smashed down onto the vile creature in front of her with so much weight and force, he flew back and smacked into a tree. It was just a blur of speed and power until the newcomer slowed his charge. He walked over to the downed assailant, stabbed forward with a long spear, and drove the dory weapon into the sick bastard's head. The villain's death was instantaneous.

A man! Someone wearing no clothes, and riding a horse. Riding a horse? The man had no legs, but — a centaur!

Oh gods no.

"Run!" The man behind her let go and darted in the opposite direction.

The centaur did not hesitate, and galloped past Menala with spear in hand. So close, for just a brief moment she could see the body of him as he passed, with only the final rays of dusk along the canopy to light his skin.

He was massive, even his human half was big for a human, with spiraling tattoos that circled his thick arms. His dark hair was long, his beard short, and his hazel eyes were glaring with a need for the kill. There were scars across his body, battle scars, and the horse half of his body that followed was no different. The inhuman half's hair was as dark and beautiful as the hair on his head, and it was just as large as any war horse they had in Sparta. When it rushed past her, she could feel the air it moved with its size.

A loud scream, and then silence. The man who tried to get away was dead a moment later, with a fresh hole in the back of his neck. No struggle, no fight, just a fast jab with the spear that was flawless. How could this huge beast have such aim and strength while moving about so quickly?

Another thing whizzed past her head, and this time she recognized the sound. An arrow. With a meep, she threw herself to the ground and off to the side of the road. The archer, more courageous than his friends, had fired a shot.

The centaur roared, a deep and inhuman sound. The arrow was sticking out of his hind quarters, and he had to twist and reach back to just barely grab its shaft and yank it free. No grace or subtly, the monster just ripped it clear of his body with a splatter of blood to follow.

"Monster! Monster!" Again the archer fired a shot, but Menala could see he was panicking; the arrow went wide.

The centaur turned, and charged him. So heavy, Menala could feel the ground shake underneath her with each harsh trot of his hooves. But the archer managed another shot, and it landed squarely in the beast's shoulder.

The centaur didn't seem to notice this one. He raised his spear, arrow injury and all, and threw it like a javelin. It landed in the archer's chest hard enough to lodge into his sternum and send him flying back. He landed on his back with an audible thud, and groaned in pain while clutching at the huge stick jammed into his body pointed at the sky.

"Gods," Menala said, and she raised a hand to her lips as the centaur walked over to the ruffian. He yanked the spear from his chest, and stabbed him once again in the head, like a hunter mercy killing a wounded animal. Clean, fast, no words or boasts or delight in his actions, just pure ruthless efficiency. Then he turned to face her.

Blood was dripping down his throwing arm, across his broad chest, and dripping from his fingers. His movements were slow, calculated, and he looked at her with hard eyes like a stalking lion. From a distance, she thought for a moment he would throw the spear at her too, but instead, he watched her. She felt very much like prey in his gaze.

She gulped. Escaping those three criminals would have been nearly impossible, but a centaur? That was impossible. There was no escape, and the realization of that struck her blood cold. With shaking hands and trembling fingers, she stood back up, and watched him. Her heart beat so fast, she could feel it crashing against her ribs.

The giant beast walked to her, spear held upright, and stopped with only ten feet between them. With his free hand, he yanked the arrow from the shoulder of his throwing arm, grunted, and chucked it aside. More blood flowed down his body and onto his abs. Now that he was holding still, she couldn't keep her eyes off the mass of muscle that was his body — he put Spartan warriors to shame! Rugged, powerful, a stallion, he truly was a handsome beast.

Beast, Menala. Beast! Her stance wavered, and she took a small step back. Centaurs were not known for their kindness, they raped and pillaged and went to war with more enthusiasm than even the humans did.

"I... um... thank you," she managed to say at last. He had just saved her, right?

He grunted, and started to walk past her. Thank the gods, he hadn't saved her only to have her for himself. He was so tall, so very tall with his human half sitting high atop his stallion body. As he passed, she noticed the wound near the rear of his horse half, high on the rear leg.

"You're injured." The words came out on their own, and she brought a hand up to her lips in dismay for it. Don't provoke him. Leave him be.

He stopped, now only a couple feet from her, and turned his human half to look at her and where she pointed.

"It will heal." His voice was deep, gravelly, but he kept it as quiet as a hunter's; as a killer's. It sent chills down her spine.

"W-why did you help me?"

"I need no reason to help someone." He rotated his injured shoulder a few times.

So he really was helping her. She thought perhaps she was trading one assailant for the next. Again he started walking off, with every intention of leaving just as abruptly as he'd arrived.

"Wait, wait it'll... it won't heal safely. I could clean it, let me—"

"I'll be fine." He started walking again, but she could see a limp in his step.

"You won't be fine. Can you even reach that wound yourself?" She walked after him, and frowned up at him when she got beside him. Dumb woman, liable to get yourself killed pestering the beast. But she couldn't just let him walk off, she owed him.

He glared at her, and she stopped dead in her tracks. But, the centaur did at least try and reach the wound on his hind quarter, to no avail. He grunted, tried again, but each attempt proved fruitless. It did do a good job of getting him angrier though, and he scowled at her with the eyes of a barbarian.

She stood her ground. Her knees were shaking, but she stood her ground nonetheless.

"How far away is your tribe?" she said.

"... they ride North of Athens."

"That's days away! Why are you so far from your tribe?"

He glared again, but this time he looked away after a while, and rumbled discontent deep in his horse chest. No answer, but the body language was clear; he didn't want to talk about it.

"Ok, you're coming back with me."

"... to Sparta?"

"Yes."

"A human city."

"Yes."

"... you must be joking."

It was her turn to frown. "Sparta has no issues with centaurs, we're not Athens. As long as you're with me, it'll be fine. And... and I want to repay your kindness."

He blinked at her, and slowly turned his whole body to face her, horse half included. "You would be seen with me."

"I would." She gathered up her courage, stepped a bit closer to him, and did her best to turn her frown into a glare. Her husband used to say she was the softest Spartan he'd never known, and judging from how her glare was only making the centaur smirk, it was true.

"Then lead the way."

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They walked side by side in dead silence. She looked up at the brawny thing beside her, but he kept his eyes on the road. She probably should have been too, she had just been attacked after all, but she kept glancing at the creature in the corner of her eye.

He was huge. She had seen a couple centaurs in her life, but none of them were this big, with such broad shoulders or a defined stomach. His tanned skin, covered in scars as it was, had all sorts of little bumps of muscle definition she couldn't ignore. She blamed Spartan upbringing for her wandering eyes! They valued strength, and this centaur was definitely strong. The tattoos of spirals that circled many parts of him were enchanting, and his long dark hair was deliciously rugged.

She shook her head and poked herself in the temple. Stop it stop it stop it. He's a centaur, what's the matter with you?

"So... I'm Menala," she said.

"... Nevren, son of Balker and Kallenren." He didn't turn to look at her, and walked with his spear in hand like he was ready to stab any would-be attackers the instant they appeared.

"Well, Nevren, I am glad you showed up when you did. I'm surprised such villains are this near the city!" There, she found her voice again. She may not have been a good fighter like her sisters and friends, but she could talk circles around them. The small kernel of pride she found in that made her smile.

He did turn to look at her this time, and he had a quirked brow. "... you are several miles from the city."

"Miles!?" She threw her hands up and rubbed her eyes in her palms. "I... I wasn't paying attention at all." Ugh. She shook her head some more until her hair was hitting her shoulders, her small kernel of pride destroyed. She was a good talker, and an airhead.

"It will be halfway through the night before we reach the city."

"I know!" she said. "Hallea is going to berate me until I'm red all over, and Homen will forbid from going out alone again, and—"

"Do all your friends treat you like a child?"

"Hey!" She frowned up at the dark beast and shook her head. "No, but... ever since Jonal died, people have been protective of me."

"Jonal?"

"My husband. He died in a skirmish with Thebes."

Nevren's step faltered for a split moment — he tried to hide it but she saw it — before he continued walking and looking straight ahead.

"... my sympathies," he said. "Did he leave you with children?"

She shook her head. "No. We had two children before, but they were harsh winters, and... and I'm not the strongest woman. My children weren't strong enough." Saying it so straightforward really, really hurt. She wasn't cut out to be a Spartan, for multiple reasons.

When she looked up at Nevren again, he was still looking straight ahead, but she could see he was frowning. Or was that a grimace?

"You speak of such things plainly."

"My children were only weeks old, and that was five years ago. Jonal, three years ago." She nodded and squeezed her hands into tiny fists before relaxing them. It'd been years, she could talk about it. She could at least do that. "It... it still hurts, but it was long ago."

"Not that long ago."

She blinked at the giant next to her, and she made her tiny fists again. She didn't need another person feeling sorry for her, not another one!

But when she opened her mouth, Nevren turned to look at her, and their was a small smile there, hidden in his short beard.

"And I saw you hit that man. You seem plenty strong to me." His gravelly voice carried no sarcasm or humor, he just stated it like it was a fact.

Just a few words, and her emotions flipped. She beamed with pride, and smiled the biggest smile she'd had in ages.

"Yeah! It was!" She took a few fake punches at the air. Bamf, bonk, kapow!

The centaur beside her let out a deep laugh, a powerful voice that she could feel next to her like Zeus himself was rumbling a laugh her way. That huge body of his was just so... huge! It made everything he did so massive in comparison to her.

"You have spirit, like a young girl."

"Thank you." She smiled at him. The conversation had taken a delightful turn, and so quickly! She netted her fingers behind her and walked with a bit of a hop in her step. This was fun.

She jogged a few steps ahead and turned around so she could walk backward and face the centaur. "You came out of the woods so quickly, it sounded like thunder. And the way you took those ruffians down, you must be trained. So fast, and so precise, just like a Spartan warrior. I'm going to have to brag about this to my friends; I'm sorry but I have to. It was so surprising!" She was rambling, she knew it, but she didn't care. It'd been so damn long since she'd been excited about anything.

"I was hunting, and I saw those three from deep in the woods." He shrugged, and groaned with pain when the action caused another trickle of blood to leak from his wound. He took the spear in his bad hand, so his good hand could press against the hole in his flesh.

Fun destroyed. How could she forget he was bleeding, from two wounds, for her? "You're losing blood."

"I am," he said, but he just shrugged it off and kept walking. "It will heal eventually."

"It could get sickly, or you'll lose too much blood and become ill, or...."

Nevren sighed, but she could see a hint of a smile on his stern face again. "Were you in my tribe, we would call you a clan shaman."

"Clan shaman?"

He nodded, and pressed his hand to his shoulder. Blood seeped between his fingers and down his chest.

"One who takes care of the clan's wounds. If we were all warriors, who would take care of us when we do stupid things like charge three armed criminals?"

She giggled. "B-but I'm no healer, I just... I just know how to bandage a wound." She fell back in step — as much as one can with a horse — beside him, and looked down at her hands. Growing up, she always treated the wounds of the other boys and girls in the city. It just never dawned on her to pursue it as a way of life.

Nevren grunted, and stopped. She knew that grunt, that was a 'I'm in pain but I'm a man so I won't say anything' grunt. With an eye roll, she took a step back toward his hind quarters. There was more blood, a lot of it. But he was a huge beast, so a decent amount of blood was to be expected. Right?

"... come on, we're not going to go Sparta tonight," she said.

The centaur took a step forward with a deliberate attempt to ignore the wound, but judging from the pained noises he made, he regretted it immediately. "Then... what do you suggest?"

She looked around. With only starlight, it was very hard to recognize anything, but she did recognize some of the trees. One had several branches she'd purposefully broken in specific places to catch her eye.

"I know where we are, and I know a grove nearby. There's a cave I like to hide in. We're very near, and I can do a much better job tending your wounds there than here in the middle of the road."

"You hide in a cave?"

"Well people are... people wouldn't leave me alone. In Sparta, I mean." She grumbled and folded her arms under her breasts. "They dote on me because of... the people I've lost, and because I'm not a warrior they feel like I must be fragile. Like, like I'm an exception to the rule of Spartan strength." And they never realized how much that hurt her. "Surrounded but alone, you know? So I often leave the city and just hide in the forest."

"I... know that feeling all too well." He gave her another smile, so handsome behind his beard, before he leaned his weight onto his spear with his good arm. "Alright Menala, I am your patient."

She nodded and tried to keep a stern face, but once she had her back to him, she smiled. The boys had said that too, when they played war when they were young. She missed those days.

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The path wasn't well walked, and Nevren had to be careful about branches striking his wounds. After a couple of bad scrapes, she fell in beside his hind quarters so she could keep the branches from hitting it. It wasn't bleeding as much anymore — centaurs healed fast — but still, it was an arrow wound, with torn flesh and muscle and it needed to be treated.

The grove was easier to deal with, with no more bushes scratching at their ankles. But with no sunlight, finding the cave was more difficult than usual, and she had to triple check all her usual land marks. Recognizing the trees at night was a different task than the day, and she was sure the trees were actively trying to play tricks on her. Nymphs or spirits! She grumbled and stared at more than one tree for a minute until she at last found the cave.

The cave was absolutely perfect, as far as caves went. It was tall enough for the centaur and then some, and wide enough for him to turn around in. But if it was dark outside, it was absolute black inside the cave.

"Wait here," she said. "I have a lantern inside, and some flint. Just give me a minute."

"Be careful."

"I know I know. Don't worry about me." She'd been out to the cave well over fifty times. She just had — ouch! Her foot slipped, stubbed a toe, and she grumbled profanities and godly curses upon whatever fool had left that rock by the entrance. She was that fool of course, but she refused to admit that. More nymphs and spirits toying with her.

The cave didn't go much deeper after the twisting entrance, and whoever had used the cave before she had found it had smoothed the walls of any sharp edges. She was the one who had brought the chair and table and lantern. Now that had been an interesting conversation with the city guard, why she was leaving with a horse-drawn cart and a bunch of random furniture. But she managed, she could talk circles around anyone after all, and had made herself a little home away from her normal, boring, depressing home.

The flint. She was feeling around by hand now, going on nothing but memory, but she found the flint, and not long after, the stone. Soon she was making sparks, and probably risking burning herself in the process. After a while though, a few close calls, and some singed hair, she had a lit lantern. Triumph. She grinned to herself and made her way back to the entrance, fire in hand.

She managed to catch a glimpse of Nevren's face before he returned to his usual cold and stern look; he was happy to see her. That alone got her heart racing again. Gods he was handsome. Menala, stop it, you just met this man, you're trying to treat his wounds, and he's a centaur. Centaur! Half horse!

"Success I see," he said.

"Did you doubt me?" She beamed at him, sure her pride for her success was soon to be her downfall, but enjoying the moment anyway.

"No." He nodded, another statement of fact that inflated her ego worse than any man's.

She motioned for him to follow her; there was enough room for him and the cave floor was smooth and clean — except that one damn rock. But once she threw it past him with a loud grunt of a noise, the cave was clear for guests, and she lit the way for him.

"You don't worry about your things being stolen? Or other criminals?"

She shrugged and took a seat at the table she'd managed to get into the cave. That had been one rough day of dragging and fighting branches and brush.

"I've been coming out here since Jonal died. Never a soul. The cave hadn't been used in years when I found it either. But look! I have food and water." She gestured to the chair, the big table, the lantern, and various jars and pots she had laying around. They held water while others held dried food. It really was her little home, all for her. And guest.

"You put a lot of effort into this." He walked over to stand by the table she now sat at, but she noticed the limp in his step.

"Wouldn't you, if every day everyone you know was constantly trying to protect you like a baby?" The memory of her friends all looking at her with sad, sympathetic faces ate her insides. She loved her friends and sisters, and she had needed them, leaned on them, when Jonal passed. That was years ago though, and years longer since her children had died, but they still looked at her with those same sad eyes.

"... I just might," the huge beast said, and he put the spear against a groove in the cave wall. With only her lantern for light, everything casted a massive shadow, and she let her eyes wander over the spear to Nevren. The light even casted shadows along the indentations of his muscles, both man and horse.

When the flickering light passed over his bleeding shoulder, she grumped at herself, got up, and looked around. Of course, not a single bandage to be had, or even other clothing. There had never been a need.

So she lifted the hem of her chiton onto the table, took the rock, and struck the hem to split it. When Nevren look at her with puzzlement, she tore the fabric to the side. It normally stopped at the ankle, but by the time she was done, she'd cut off so much of the fabric it was well above the knee. His horse leg was going to take a lot of bandage, after all.

"Improvisation. A useful skill," he said. He was grinning at her, just a little grin of course on his stern face, but a grin still, and she smiled right back at him.

She dabbed a bit of the makeshift bandage in water, and stepped over to him. When she moved around to his hind quarters though, he looked back at her, and his expression changed. At first maybe she thought he was angry, but when the light caught his face again, she saw something else. Embarrassment?

It made sense when she started to wrap the bandage around the top of his rear horse leg. He was a centaur after all, and that meant naked. And naked meant she couldn't help but see everything between his legs.

Her hands stopped, and her eyes locked onto the sight of his large horse... man parts. She was no stranger to horse anatomy, but it wasn't the same thing as having your hands literally a few inches away from the animal's — centaur's! — testicles while trying to bandage his leg. She could feel the heat from his body from so close, and try as she might to ignore it, she could feel the heat from between his legs on her hands. It wasn't an excuse to not do the job right, but more than once, she found herself distracted and taking peaks at the sheath she knew held his member inside.

So quickly she'd forgotten that a centaur was half horse, and so quickly she was reminded.

"Are you alright?" he said.

"Uh, y-yes! Sorry, just...." She took another peak from the corner of her eye while she tightened the makeshift bandage. He was a big creature, and a horse, and... and she'd heard stories of centaurs and human women mating. How was that even possible?

She shook her head, poked herself in the temple with a knuckle a couple times, hard, and stepped back toward the table and in front of Nevren.

"There, cleaned and bandaged." She knew she was blushing, but that was no excuse to stop treating his wounds. Embarrassing things must happen to healers all the time. "Now for the arm. Um, you'll... can you... um."

Nevren let out a pained groan, but with the help of his hands on the cave wall to keep some weight off his bad leg, he laid down onto his side like a napping horse. The position allowed him to keep his human half upright though, much like a sitting human. Now she was the taller one.

"Do centaurs ever sleep standing up?" she said, and she repeated the process of tearing off a chunk of her chiton. A chiton, being nothing more than a large flat sheet tied around the shoulders and looped around the waist with a bit of rope, wasn't exactly a sturdy or covering piece of fabric. In the act of ripping off yet another piece of it, she'd destroyed almost the whole bottom half of it so her legs were completely exposed. She found herself angling her movements to keep Nevren from getting a peak straight up between her thighs. She was a lady, after all.

"We can. We sleep deeper laying down, but for adults, our sides grow sore after sleeping laying down for more than a few nights."

She nodded, and made some oooh and aaah sounds, like it was riveting conversation. Truth was, she was still picturing what was between his legs, and remembering the heat of his stallion body on her skin. She started to remember the stories she'd heard when she was younger at the nearby inns, of centaurs and women. They were very, very sexual stories.

"You should probably sleep laying down for a couple nights then until that leg is feeling better." She got down onto her knees in front of his human half, and reached out for the wounded shoulder. She didn't have vinegar to help cleanse the wound, so she had to make due with some water and her clothes. Centaurs were hardy creatures, she knew that from the stories too. She was confident he'd heal fine if she could stop the bleeding.

"You're right," he said, and he looked away from her when she got closer.

Her heart stopped. Was he disgusted? A human, so close to a centaur? But when she took a peak at his face, he didn't look disgusted. If anything, he looked excited. When she looked down, she found her position had spread her chiton apart, and little more than an inch of the loose fabric covered her ass or hips or anything.

She ignored her position as best she could. The wound was more important.

"Do you have anyone waiting for you? In your tribe?" She got a little closer until the huge shoulder of muscle, next to the big chest of muscle, and the big arm of muscle, were all quite close to her face. Why'd he have to be so massive? It was making her mind wander, and lewd thoughts of her hands caressing those muscles started to sneak into her mind. But she had to lean in and layer the fabric right over the wound and tighten the knot, with just the right amount of pressure. Her knuckles grazed his skin, and she blushed again. And again a few more times while she worked.

"... no." He shook his head again and looked back her way. "No one." He tried to keep his stern face, but she managed to catch some discomfort in his eyes, but not physical pain. She'd touched a nerve, maybe.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have asked." Finally done with her the bandage, she stood up and started to fix what remained of her chiton to try and cover her legs and ass once more. She struggled to pull down some of the fabric, but all that did was make it tight to her body before springing back up to the top of her thighs when she let it go. And after another failed attempt to adjust the worthless garment, she gave up, humphed with frustration, and just stood there, exposed legs and all. Her actions had drawn Nevren's eye though; so embarrassing!

Nevren was watching her. Not just watching her, but staring at her. His eyes had grown dark, almost menacing, and his hands at his sides now bent at the knuckles like he wanted to grab something. His breathing had gotten a bit faster too, and his arms were starting to flex and release like... like he was ready to fight.

"Are... you alright?" she said. Her heart was beating fast again, just like on the road with those three monsters who were going to hurt her. Nevren had a strange look in his dark eyes, animal, and every so often he gave a quiet rumble that sounded far closer to something a lion would make than any horse. It was her imagination, it must be.

But Nevren's gaze wasn't breaking. When she stepped to the side, his eyes followed her like a predator. And they weren't meeting her gaze. Instead, his eyes were roaming up and down her body, from her naked thighs up to her breasts, and he looked hungry. Very hungry.

He looked away and shook his head, like he was trying to shake something out of his skull. His breathing was getting faster, heavier, making his shoulders rise and fall. Awareness crossed over his face, but was washed away again by something primal. Putting his hands down on the cave floor, and pushed himself hard to help drive his weight up onto his horse hooves once again. So big, so massive. He loomed over her, buried her in his size, and blocked the exit of the cave with his body.

"Nevren... what're you...."

He took a step closer. Everything had grown so silent that she could hear his hoof hit the stone clear as a bell. Gods, even the human half of him was huge, shoulders so broad and body thick like a tree trunk of muscle. Everything that had seemed so appealing a moment before was now terrifying. It was like someone she couldn't see had been striking their own flint against iron on Nevren this whole time, and like dry twigs, he was set on fire.

She knew that look. That was the look the bastards on the road had given her.

"Nevren, don't. Don't!" She backed further away, further down the cave, but the cave only went another ten feet deep before it was nothing but rock wall. She pressed her back against it, and looked around at the pots nearby. Just water and food; even the pots themselves would make for horrible weapons.

The huge beast walked closer. Clop clop. He towered over her, just a wall of muscle and power and need. What had happened? How had he changed so quickly? One moment she was treating his wounds, and he was acting shy like a young boy; the next he was ready to... to....

He came a little closer and turned his side to her a bit, like a horse displaying itself. Her knees started to shake, and she fell onto her butt in the cave floor.

He was erect this time. A thick, long horse member dangled underneath the behemoth's body. For just a split moment, her eyes were glued to the giant shaft, amazed, terrified, but her eyes shot back up to Nevren when he took another step toward her.

"Nevren, don't! Nevren!" She screeched, a full-on scream that would have made the other Spartans laugh, but she didn't care. She was going to be raped!

Nevren took a step back. He shook his head hard, brought his hands up to his face, rubbed at his eyes, and gasped.

"... gods I—" He cut himself off with a palm on his lips.

A moment ago, the man had looked like a wall of iron and lust. Now, he looked like a boy, terrified of what he'd just done. He took a step back, and another, shook his head a few more times, and turned around.

"I am so sorry, Menala. I'll... I'll go." He reached for his spear, and started to limp away. His rear leg was still wounded, and walking was making it bleed again. He looked back over his shoulder at her; the shame on his face was palpable.

"W-wait." She tried to get up, but her knees were still shaking. Cursing, she put a hand against the cave wall and forced herself onto her sandals. "Wait!"

Nevren stopped at the cave exit, lit only by the flicks of fire light that managed to bounce along the cave walls. He looked over his shoulder at her again, spear in hand and bracing some of his weight. He looked devastated. He was so tough before, so hard and rugged and stone.

"What happened?" she said, and walked right up to stand beside him. It took all the willpower she ever had to approach him like that again, and more than that to ignore the huge phallus between his legs. He was still aroused.

"... I should go, Menala, I—"

She punched his side, the horse part, right above one of his good legs. Gods damn him it was just a big wall of muscle.

"What happened, Nevren! You scared me half to death. I thought you were going to... do... like those men from before."

He frowned at her when she punched him, but it lasted for only a second before it faded back into sadness.

"Centaurs are violent creatures, Menala. Sometimes, when... we lust, we... it's... like a haze. And we can't... control ourselves." He looked away from her, like he was confessing the most horrible thing in the world. "Some lose themselves to it more easily to it than others."

She knew about centaurs, she knew the sorts of things they did. She just never had context. Fear still crept up and down her spine, made her breath come out in tiny, useless pants, and made her legs shake and hard to stand on. But she punched him again anyway! Thud. He didn't budge an inch, but that didn't matter.

"Damn it Nevren, you...." Oh. The centaurs had done something horrible in the past because of this, something that lead to him leaving his tribe. That's why he was so far away from Athens. Had his tribe done something horrible though, or him?

"I should go, before I offend you further." He took a deep breath, put his weight down against his spear, and started limping away again.

So she punched him a third time!

"Menala! Would you—"

She glared at him, but the effect was ruined. She could never glare well, too soft Jonal had teased, and with the small tears welled up in her eyes, the best she could hope for was a pitiful combination of weepy and upset. It did the trick though, and Nevren's stern face melted away.

She stepped in front of him. "You could have... you should have... why wouldn't you...." She grabbed his other hand, and started to pull him back into the cave.

"Menala, what're you doing?"

I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing. He was a big, bad, scary creature with apparently a dark past and an animal's sexual appetite. He was dangerous! She should have been running away, or at least not stopping him from leaving. But she didn't listen to that part of her, she just listened to the part of her that wanted to help him.

"Lay down." She pointed down where he'd been laying before.

He looked at her, brow quirked, face torn on what must have been frustration and shock. But when he tried to walk past her, she kept herself between him and the cave exit.

"I will not—" He put his weight onto his bad leg, and winced with a sharp inhale between his clenched teeth. "Menala, this isn't safe."

"Lay down! You're not going anywhere." She reached out and pushed down on his horse shoulders. Of course it was like trying to move a wall, but after a few moments of her futile struggles, Nevren groaned and laid down. "Now," she said, "you have been nicer to me than anyone has in a long time. Everyone treats me like a charity case, except you! Men won't even look at me that... way... anymore! You...."

Laying down as he was, body licked by the fire light, she could see every part of him at once. His human half, strong and defined, rested against the cave wall, while the giant stallion body covered the cave floor. Her eyes drifted down his human body, along his tattoos, and down to the mass of horse muscle and short hair. Laying down like he was, his erection was laid out across the floor as well, and she gulped audibly at the size of it.

Had looking at her really done this to him? She looked back to his eyes. He looked away, but with the same guilty expression men would have when she caught them staring at her body. The way men had before Jonal died.

"I said I was going to help you, and... and I will!" She gulped again, and got down onto her knees in front of Nevren's horse belly, between his legs.

Nevren studied her with a curious, surprised expression, and for a moment she thought he'd get up and leave, but after looking at her she could see the need in his eyes. He wanted her. If she hadn't screeched to snap him out of his animal need, he'd have... impaled her. He wanted to do that to her. He wanted to do that to her so badly, he was visibly struggling to keep himself under control.

No one had looked at her that way in a long time, and never with such intensity. Her heart was racing, but the cold sting of fear wasn't there. Those dark eyes of his roamed over her body with such visible craving, she could feel them on her skin. Her nipples were growing harder against the barely remaining layer of her chiton, and heat was growing between her legs. Her breath came out in tiny pants again, no matter how much she tried to breathe deep, and her hands were shaking. But, shaking or not, she slid her body closer, and closer to his horse belly, until her knees were almost touching the huge wall of flesh. Then she reached out, and after several failed attempts to find the courage, she slipped her hands underneath his member, and raised it off the cave floor.

Nevren's member twitched on her palms, and she squeaked before looking at him. He was staring at her, her hands, her body, and all signs of his sadness and contemplation were gone. He looked like an animal, a very aroused and scary animal, ready to tear into her, and for a moment she thought she'd made a very big mistake. He didn't move though, didn't attack her, didn't do anything other than make a quiet rumble of what she could only assume was pleasure.

Sitting on her knees between his legs, she held the length of an extremely dangerous man, one who was barely controlling himself. His shaft was hot, heavy, and it filled her palms with its girth. She could feel waves of heat coming from his whole body from so close, and with his hard member in her hands, she could smell sex.

She squeezed it a little, just enough to feel its texture. It was softer than a man's, heavier, and instead of a foreskin hiding his glans like a human, his member's end was flared and large. She tried to analyze, to think of it like she were breeding goats and sheep. Nope, definitely not the same, not when it's in your hands and it's not a mindless animal. Though, taking another peak at Nevren, she couldn't help but think he was riding that line of mindless animal right then. He looked ready to pounce.

She circled its girth with her fingers, or tried to, but it was too big. She hadn't expected that. With another gulp, she started to slide her hands down his length. His shaft must have been a foot and a half long. So, so long. By the time she managed to get one hand all the way to the base of him, she was leaning over to the side to reach.

Nevren rumbled again, a deep and powerful sound in his horse half that made the cave floor and herself vibrate. So much power from him, it made her weak in the knees. But, not weak in fear like before. Her body was on fire, and she knew it.

"Does this... feel good?" she said. Her hands drifted back up and down the veined, thick length of him, and despite herself, she played with the subtle bumps and grooves of him. Just like a man's, Menala, just like a man's, except... bigger.

"Yes," Nevren said. Gods, his voice had gotten so deep, and his eyes were locked onto her and what she was doing. His expression was almost vicious, but when she brought her hands to the tip of his shaft and caressed it with a thumb, his gaze softened, and another deep rumble of pleasure escaped him.

She smiled at him, but the look on his face, that look of sexual pleasure, was making it hard to smile. She was delirious with arousal, until she could feel wetness growing between her legs. Her face was flushed, but considering what she was doing she knew that was normal, if he'd been human. What wasn't so normal was how massive the phallus in her hands was, and how she was squeezing and massaging it with a growing speed. Without even realizing what she was doing, she had cupped the glans of his huge cock, squeezed out some of the precum that was growing, and spread it over the flared tip. That got more rumbles from the centaur, and his cock twitched in her hand.

In no time at all, she'd gone from terrified to voluntarily doing something so... so... carnal! What was she doing?

"... faster," Nevren said. His voice, still deep and rumbling, was barely more than a whisper, as if his word would shatter the illusion.

But hearing his voice only made her hotter. She complied with eagerness, squeezed and stroked the warm, heavy flesh in her hands, and even slid her body closer so she could hold the cock across her legs. It was so thick, so damn thick. She lifted it closer to her body, ran her fingers down its length, all the way to the base, before sliding her hands up to the tip where his flesh was still wet with precum.

When her hands started to work him in earnest, it was too much for the giant beast. He groaned, his breath turning to pants, and his cock twitched in her hand several more times. He even pushed his hind quarters toward her a little, which made her squeak a bit at the sudden movement in his massive horse body. But she knew those signs, she knew them well, same in human or centaur. He was cumming.

She lightened her grip, but continued to stroke his length. One hand drifted up and down his cock, squeezing and massaging in a gentle rhythm, while the other caressed the large, flared tip. Her thumb, soaked in his precum, stroked it in a gentle, loving, circular motion, and her fingers teased along the edges of the tip, spreading more of his precum around. His groans grew in volume, and she could feel the vibrations of his powerful voice through the flesh she held in her hands.

She was not prepared for the wave of cum that flowed. With how she was holding and caressing his glans, it was pointed up her leg and at her stomach. She'd expected a couple of small spurts as she was used to, but instead, a huge, thick wave of white poured out of Nevren's cock and splashed up her legs before soaking her clothes around her stomach. And then another. And another. Nevren's horse legs kicked at the floor lightly, and his body tried to nudge his cock closer to her while he came; she didn't stop stroking him.

She didn't want to stop.

More of his hot cum splashed against her, but it started to come out in slower waves. She leaned over to reach the base of his cock, squeezed the huge, pulsating member with a gentle but solid grip, and eased her hand up his length to coax more of his seed to spill onto her thighs. Her touch on his glans was gentler, afraid she'd overstimulate and hurt him, but Nevren's groans told her she was on the right track. Her grip slipped over the front of it, cupped some of his dripping cum into her palm, and massaged it into his glans to send a few more final waves of pleasure down his shaft. It earned her a few more, small spurts of cum from the centaur, and she smiled when it did.

Nevren's mouth was parted, eyes glazed in bliss, and his human body relaxed against the cave wall. He was trying to keep his gaze on her, and she peaked at him while she milked the last remaining drops of seed from his cock onto her legs. He was almost drooling, and every so often his eyes would roll upward when she spread a little more of his cum around the edges of the tip of his shaft.

"... better?" she said at last. Pleasuring such a massive length had actually been tiring, and she laid his heavy length down along her thighs and knees to give her hands a rest. She was drunk with arousal, not dissimilar to drinking way too much wine, twisting and bending her ability to think clearly. The absurdity of what she was doing had faded away, and instead, she was just giving a man a good orgasm. The fact he was half horse wasn't so strange anymore.

"Yes." His voice wavered a little, the wavering a great orgasm would cause. It made her smile all the more.

"Good. That was... you're so big! And... ugh I must seem like a harlot, doing this with a man I just met." A centaur you just met too, Menala. Don't forget the centaur part.

"No more than I an animal for nearly attacking you," he said. The stern look on his face wasn't so stern anymore, and his features relaxed as she settled her hands on top of the phallus still on her knees while it softened. Dumb lummox just needed to let off some steam.

"Well, you didn't, and... and you know what?" She stood up and stomped a foot on the cave floor. "I like that you wanted to fuck me!" She folded her arms underneath her breasts, and gave a proud and perhaps angry look at the wall, where she imagined she was staring down a crowd of surprised people. Fuck them, she deserved some heat in her life. "I'm glad that you didn't, you know, take it from me unwillingly, but still."

She nodded again. Nevren blinked up at her, startled apparently, but after she held her valiant pose for a few moments, he chuckled. She unfolded her arms, and blinked down at herself. Cum now dripped from her chiton down her legs, but a copious amount of it had also soaked up to her breasts, and now her arms from how she folded them.

"... sorry," Nevren said. But his expression betrayed his words; he was staring at her again.

She was a complete mess. Her chiton was soaked in cum. Cum! She smelled of sex and her hair was sticky with sweat against her back and she looked like she had run through a brothel several times.

Ah well, she could bathe later. She reached down, undid the belt of her chiton, and removed the fabric. Naked except for her sandals. But Nevren had been naked since she met him, so it only seemed fair. She took the back of the chiton that was still clean and started to wipe away the mess of white along her thighs and arms.

Nevren was still staring at her. She glanced down at his horse belly that was facing her, and felt her heart pick up once more. He was getting hard again.

For a moment, she considered trying to cover herself up. But not only was her only piece of clothes a ruined mess, she had just spent time between this man's legs with his member on her lap. It was his cum she was covered with. It hardly made sense to worry about nudity now.

"I'm... not as fit as you, or a Spartan woman." Once the wetness of his seed was gone, she tossed the chiton to the stone, and stood there, naked, arms folded underneath her heavy breasts and gaze to the side. "They say I'm soft." She wasn't fat — only the rich could afford to be fat — but that didn't change that she had no abs, and that her hips were wide, her legs thick, and her butt round.

Nevren's gaze didn't mind though. She managed to peak at him again, and her smile grew when she saw how he stared at her body.

"Aphrodite would be jealous," he said after staring at her for a few more seconds.

"Nevren!" She giggled. Such flirtations! "The gods will curse you."

"A strange curse this is then." He held out a hand to her, still laying down.

She blinked at his hand, but took it nonetheless. He pulled her closer to his human half, then toward the chair, and he eased her toward it until she was sat down before him. As if she were weightless, he took the chair's legs and slid her across the cave floor to put her sitting body directly in front of him.

She squeaked and covered her womanhood, but Nevren just rumbled a chuckle. In fact, he brought the chair closer to his chest — his head was only a few feet off the floor laying down like he was — and then he took her ankles in his hands. She squeaked again.

"What... what're you doing?" she said.

"Returning the favor. Unless you do not wish me to?" He leaned in, and kissed her knee. She hoped she'd done a good enough job cleaning herself, and if she hadn't, Nevren didn't seem to care.

"I... I...." She didn't need to say anything. Saying nothing was doing wonders. Nevren kissed a little higher up along her thigh, and his hands drifted up and down her shin and calves with light caresses. His hands were huge, and his fingers were calloused with hard living; they still felt wonderful.

"You are smooth." His hands roamed over her legs a little higher, a little higher, until his fingers were starting to graze her thighs.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she had to force herself to breathe. He was touching her, this giant beast of a man was touching her.

"I... use pumice stones. A friend of mine returned from Egypt with them." She was caught between pride over her silky skin, and arousal over what he was doing to her. As if it had a mind of its own, her butt slid a little further along the chair toward the man, and a little further. After a while, she removed her hands from her center and exposed herself to him. Despite blushing so strong she felt her face ready to burst, she spread her legs.

Pumice stones couldn't completely remove her pubic hair, but she was diligent enough to keep it tamed; she was a lady from Greece after all, not some barbarian from the far North.

The sight of her bare skin and exposed lips enraptured the beast between her legs. His hands slid further up her legs, further, and teased along the outside of her thighs before drifting behind to hold onto her hips and some of the softness of her ass.

"You really... want to? I mean, I'm not a centaur, and... you know... have you ever—"

"I have been with several humans before, Spartan." He smiled up at her, and leaned in to place kisses upon her inner thighs.

She tried to ignore how fast her heart was beating long enough to speak. "Did... did you—"

"No." He nodded with her unspoken question. He had never violated anyone. Was that why he left his tribe?

While she entertained thoughts of her new, dark, powerful, handsome, and rugged friend showing a gentlemanly side despite family pressures to be brutal — so dreamy — she found her attention yanked back down to Earth when the beast put a kiss on her clitoris.

She squeaked and put her hands onto the forearms of the centaur. He was holding her hips, and he pulled her a little closer along the chair so her folds were near his face, over the edge of the chair, and open for him to kiss some more. He was gentle! Gentle, and slow, and caressing with a tender touch. His forearms in her grip were huge, hard, and the hands holding her hips were massive and built like stone. The scars on his body spoke of battle, the long dark hair on his head screamed wilderness, and the giant shoulders between her knees would put Atlas to shame. But he was so gentle with her, even as his tongue teased up her soaked, dripping lips and massaged against the swollen nub above them. She was mewling only seconds later.

Should she stop him? Part of her thought she should stop him, that it was wrong, salacious. He was a stranger, she barely knew him, and he wasn't human. But it'd been so long since anyone had touched her, so very long. Nevren, dangerous as he was, was kind to her, gentle, and... gods he was so handsome. She was adult, right? She could be stupid if she wanted!

She had already been dripping wet, there was no hiding that. Having held the centaur's cock in her hand, having his eyes drink in her body, having his cum coat her thighs, it was all too much! Before Nevren had even touched her, she was aching with need. Now, with his lips over her mons and her tender, sensitive button under his tongue, the sparks of pleasure grew very quickly. Waves of bliss started to ripple outward into her core, down into her toes and up into her breasts. His touch was too gentle for her to cum, but it was more than enough to bring her to that edge, with more of her juices trickling down her thighs and onto his chin.

She reached out, slipped her fingers into his hair, held the back of his head, and pulled him closer. "M... more."

It'd all happened so fast. One moment, she was afraid for her life from this massive creature, and the next, he was devouring her. She'd known this man for half a day. Half a day! But... but she wanted it. She liked him, he was beautiful, and she really wanted it.

And he wanted her. She could feel it in his grip, in his quiet moans against her mons, in how he listened when she asked for more and he gave it. His tongue got faster, more determined instead of teasing, and found a pleasant rhythm that had her shuddering.

She came even faster than he did. Sharp jolts of pleasure hit her, made her thighs tighten around the beast's neck, and her hips pushed her slit forward against him. The tingling waves drifted up into her core until her nipples were so swollen they almost hurt. She leaned forward, shook a little with each tremor of bliss, and her heavy breasts shook even more underneath her. With her hands squeezing his head tightly, probably too tightly, she tried to ride out the pleasure as each suckle of his lips on her swollen flesh sent harsher waves of bliss into her trembling body until it was painful. She started whimpering.

"St-stop," she said. Finally, he released, and pulled his head away when she let go of it. She leaned back into the chair and hugged herself. The lovely flutters of climax worked through her, made her inner muscles spasm, until over time the waves slowed and became gentle. Her head rolled back onto the back of the chair, and she cupped her breasts in her hands to very, very lightly caress their undersides. Just the gentlest touch on her sensitive skin sent more pleasure sparks into her chest, and she mewled under her own touch while her legs quivered.

"Aphrodite indeed," Nevren said. "You are a lovely, sexual woman."

She smiled. She knew it was true, she'd always been a sexual one. Just not a 'sleep with a stranger' sexual one.

After another minute or two of blissful relaxation in the waves of orgasm aftershocks, she sat up again and grinned at the centaur. He was stroking her leg again, and looking up at her with hunger in his eyes. He was staring at her everything.

She peaked over his side; his member was at full length and laying across the cave floor. She licked her lips. Those stories about centaurs and women drifted up to her thoughts again.

"Can... can you stand?" she said.

He nodded. "Walking is painful, but I can stand fine."

"Then, here." She got off the chair, holding onto the table to keep her shaking legs from falling, and sat on the edge of the table instead. "I... I want to try it."

Nevren blinked at her like she was crazy. She wanted to try it, she really did. She didn't want to admit it at first, but damn it, she didn't care anymore. She wanted to try it! She wanted to have sex. Gods it'd been so long since she'd had sex; fingers were a poor substitute for another person's lips, another person's body.

"Are you sure?" Nevren said. He pushed himself up off the floor and got back to standing.

He was so huge. Laying down, she forgot how massive that horse body of his was, but once he was standing, he was towering over her again, a wall of muscle and mass. She gulped, took a breath, and nodded.

"You'll... you'll have to be gentle and slow and... and be very careful." Her body was shaking again, and this time fear was definitely a part of it. "You said you've done this before?"

"I have." He gave her a reassuring smile, and took a slow step toward the table.

His massive length dangled between his legs, and she couldn't help but peak around his horse legs to see it. How was she going to fit that? It was easily three times longer than any man's shaft, and so thick, thicker than her wrist. At least it was a bit softer, but still.

Nevran stepped up to the table. With her sitting on the table edge, she was looking up at the giant. So close, she could smell him again, rugged and wild. It made her shiver with anticipation.

Then the beast kicked up his two front legs, and landed as gently as he could with hooves on either side of her. So big, so big so big so big. For a second she thought for sure the table would break. But it didn't, and Nevren smiled at her from above. His head was only inches away from hitting the ceiling of the cave, and he reached up with a hand to steady himself while he looked down at her.

She managed a nervous smile back up at him, but before her was the massive belly of the centaur. She reached out, fingers trembling, and pressed her hands to his horse belly, the barrel of his body. The short hair of his skin was kind of soft, and despite her initial fears, she found herself sliding her hands up and down his horse belly to feel the hair against her fingers. So warm.

Her eyes wandered lower, and she started to tremble again at the sight of his member, dangling, heavy and still glistening with the cum she had rubbed onto it.

"I... want to see something first. Can you get a lot closer? D-down there?"

"Alright." Nevren walked forward, and winced with the weight he had to shift on his bad leg. He went slow, and over a few seconds managed to walk forward a couple of feet.

Once he was close enough, Menala reached down between her legs to scoop her palm underneath the girth of him — gods his member was so heavy in her hand — and she guided it up onto her belly. After a few more moments as Devren moved, she guided his cock to slide up along her abdomen, and up onto the valley between her breasts.

"S-stop," she said. When she looked down her body again, the large, wet head of his shaft was on her sternum, and the heavy warmth of his length lined all the way down her body. The sheathe of his cock nudged against her mons.

If he wanted to, he could skewer her so hard she'd die in a most horrific fashion. She started to tremble more. He was a centaur, he had animal urges and desires, and if he got rough—

"I will not hurt you," he said. He must have felt her quivering like a leaf underneath him.

"I know! I know, but... ok, back up again?"

He started to take a step back, and this time she kept a hand holding his girth while he inched further away. When finally she could hold his shaft near the glans, and press it against her folds, she patted his belly to tell him to stop.

"It's... so...." She managed to sit up enough with her weight on an elbow, her head nearly touching the belly of the beast above her, while she used her other hand to rub his glans against her dripping folds. Things could not have possibly gotten any more lewd. She was rubbing a centaur's shaft against her center's lips, and it was wet with his cum. Centaurs and humans couldn't breed, but that didn't mean this wasn't so... so....

Gods she was hot. Her orgasm left her body sensitive, soaked, and aching to be filled. She pressed the wide tip against her entrance some more, and she squirmed her hips to help push her entrance toward him. The glans was nearly the size of her fist, and even soaked with both their juices, getting it inside her would be no easy task.

Inside her. The giant phallus in her hand was going to be inside her. Fear crawled down her spine like ice, but when she rubbed that huge member against her swollen nub to send more, sharp sparks of pleasure into her thighs, fear melted away. She wanted it inside her. She wanted to feel that massive slab of flesh spreading her open until she could feel it pressing against her deepest places.

She pushed his glans against the entrance of her body, but her muscles clenched down like a vice. She tried again and made herself relax; she got a little traction, and she felt herself begin to spread around the flared tip of the beast's member. But, despite herself, she clenched down again, and her tight muscles pushed what little she managed to insert back out again.

This should have been a deliriously, insanely, ridiculously erotic and kinky and amazing! Instead, she was getting frustrated. How was—

"Hold me in place. I'll move forward."

"O-ok... ok if you're sure. Be careful! Please...." She was giving control to what must have been a 1500-pound centaur! A beast with a horse body. One wrong move and she'd be crushed underneath his huge weight, or she'd have her insides skewered. But, gods she was dripping her juices all over the table. She wanted it.

She pressed his cock against the soaked entrance of her slit, and gave his belly another pat with her other hand.

He took a small step forward. Menala groaned under the new pressure. With the thick head of his cock held to her pussy, him taking a step forward opened her up. Her clenching walls started to spread open, and she drew a harsh breath at the extreme sensation. He was going to split her in half. He wasn't even inside her yet and she struggled to handle how far apart he was opening her up. She could handle it though, she was sure of it. And, despite the tightness, his hot shaft was rubbing against her folds, pressing into her, opening her up.

She was loving it.

"You can move again," she said.

Nevren, human half still in her view, gave her another nod. She managed to catch his face before he started moving again; he had that same haze of complete arousal in his eyes. He wanted her, he wanted to get inside her. Seeing such animal need on his face sent a heat down her body that had her legs shaking. Being the target of his desire aroused her even more than the massive cock she was pressing against the entrance of her body.

Then the enormous tip of his shaft spread her open wide enough to push into her.

"Oh! Stop stop... oh... gods...."

Nevren did as she said, and another rumble of pleasure vibrated out from his body into hers. "So... tight...."

She pushed herself up onto her elbows again and looked down at where he was entering her. Her folds were spread apart, and her soft walls were opened up. He was only a few inches in, enough to hold the whole of the head of his shaft, but that was lot a of thick flesh. Thank the gods he wasn't as hard as a human. So thick, so extremely thick, her tight muscles clenched down onto him enough to earn another rumble of pleasure from him. His girth had stretched her walls as wide as they could handle.

"Ok ok, you can move again. Slow! Slow."

He did as she asked. He took a slow step forward, and with the hardest part over, another couple inches of his thick member pushed into her. She squeaked. He was hitting that spot, that delicious spot inside her, tender but oh so wonderful. She was so full! So full, stretched, spread apart, and quivering underneath the wall of muscle over her head. With Nevren stepping further along the table over her, she couldn't see his human half anymore. Now she could only see the horse that loomed over her, and was sinking his giant cock into her trembling insides.

She reached down again, just so she could hold onto some of his length while he pushed further into her; the heat of his wet length in her fingers was intoxicating. Looking down to where he was entering her, she gasped. She could see a small distension of flesh, below the navel. His cock's head, so massive inside her, could be seen inching forward along her abdomen; the angle was pushing his shaft up toward her belly. She was so full she felt like she'd burst.

Nevren eased his body back a little, and rocked forward again. With her hand on his shaft to help keep the beast aligned with her, the centaur managed to find a gentle rhythm that pushed his cock half a foot into her body before pulling out until only the huge head remained within her. And each gentle thrust from the giant made that small bump near her navel move with him. When he pushed himself back into her, the feel of that massive cock rubbing against her swollen, aching insides made her whole body quiver. So thick, so tight, she could feel every groove of his girth along her throbbing insides, until the waves of pleasure it sent up through her center, into her core, and down her legs had her toes curling.

She laid back, put her hands up against the belly of the horse, and let him fuck her.

"I... I'm gonna...." Her voice was nothing but whimpers now, and she pressed her palms against the beast above her, but not to stop him. She wanted to feel more of him while he filled her, feel his heat and his power while he so very tenderly sank himself deep into her.

Another gentle thrust sank the stallion deeper again, until the head of his member bottomed out inside her. She squeaked again, but the pain of it was dulled by how spread she was, how big he was, and the softer texture of his shaft compared to a man's. Instead, she found herself trembling as bliss made her clench down onto him, hard, while she leaked juices around his girth. She squeezed the two horse legs near her head by the ankles, and held on for dear life as the orgasm turned her into a mess of spasms, squeaks, and more juices. It wasn't like when he was suckling on her clitoris, a sharp orgasm between her thighs. This orgasm was deep inside her, and worked up and down her body in waves that made it very, very hard to hold still.

If it wasn't for the softer texture of his cock, compared to a human's, she knew she'd be in pain with him impaling her so far. He was so deep she felt like he was in her stomach. When she looked down again between the squeezing spasms of her climax, she mewled at the sight of her spread flesh dragging along his girth; she'd taken more of him than she realized. His girth stretched her to her limit, penetrated her with enough thickness that every inch the centaur moved, she felt her soaked walls drag along the grooves of his member. It was making her tremble.

"Was that too much?" Nevren said. His voice, gods his voice was doing that deep, gravelly thing again. She could hear the lust on his words, and the vibration of his voice through their connection. He sounded like an animal.

"Ah... it's... I don't... maybe a little more?" What was she doing!? She couldn't... but... she wanted more of him.

Nevren took a small step forward, and she squeaked. "N-no more!" A small pat of her hands on the beast's belly stopped him from going further, and again she looked down at where the small distension had moved up even further along her body. Half of him. She'd managed half of him before it really felt like he was going to impale and hurt her. Half of a foot-and-a-half horse cock was inside her.

Gods that was so... wrong! So lecherous! It made her shiver with the taboo of it, giggle even, and she pushed her hips up to try and grind herself against him. No more hesitation, no more concern, she couldn't get any more licentious than this, legs spread for the wild beast and her body struggling to fit him inside her. She reached up with her hands again, and rubbed the centaur's broad horse chest.

"You can... fuck me. I can't take any more of you, so... slow, please? Slow and... deep...."

Nevren rumbled again, and this time with her hands on his chest, the vibration filled her whole body. She was giddy with the depravity of what she was doing, high on the sexual act, and she was loving every minute of it. She giggled a couple more times, and sighed with utter bliss when the beast eased his length out of her until again only the head of his cock remained. Her muscles squeezed down on him during the act, sending powerful surges of pleasure through her body again. She was still so sensitive, and every motion made her quiver.

When he pushed back into her, she outright moaned, loudly at that. The cave echoed her voice; anyone nearby was going to hear her guttural noises. She didn't care. He sank his cock back into her until he was as deep as before, stretching her until she was worried he didn't know how deep to go. If he got too aggressive, he could really hurt her, but the centaur knew what he was doing, and he slowed down once he got near the same depth as before. The last few inches, the ones that stretched her insides deeper in, he did slowly, with a loving rhythm that made her eyes roll up in their sockets, pulled her breath away, and had her whimpering again. So deep, gentle, massaging her deepest spot while his massive girth dragged back and forth against her tight walls.

She was going to be very, very sore tomorrow, no matter how gentle he was. And it was worth it. She pushed her hips up to meet him, to get into the rhythm with him, and even as each stroke of his length melted her into whimpers and mewls, she managed to keep meeting his thrusts. Her hands pressed against and caressed the hairs of his broad horse chest, and her toes started to curl with her legs dangling off the table.

She came again. Her hands fell from his body and squeezed his ankles while more pleasure tremors worked through her. The centaur knew to slow down while she came, but he didn't stop either. Instead he slowed his pace to a maddening rhythm of tender and deep, with each thrust sinking half of his warm girth into her while she soaked him in more of her juices. Her muscles were squeezing so tightly, she could tell she was making the poor man rumble with his own rising need, and making each thrust hard to bare. He kept his pace gentle though, and let her bask in her orgasm until she collapsed back onto the table, hands on her belly. Her mind was hazy, she started seeing spots, and more muscle spasms worked down into her toes as Nevren pulled out nearly every inch of his length before easing it back into her.

Nevren rumbled, louder this time, and his member started to twitch again. She was too drained to do anything but lay there, even knowing what he was about to do. She didn't mind though. She forced her eyes open, just enough to watch the moving mass of beast above her, and smiled at the sounds he was making. So much power! She could tell he wanted to thrust harder, but he didn't, and the slow back and forth of his girth inside her earned yet more of her clenching muscles. She really was exhausted, but her body was content to squeeze of its own accord, and start milking Nevren in earnest.

Nevren gave her one, tiny thrust that made her squeak again, and then he held still. Heat. Wet heat poured into her, filled her, and overflowed instantly. She couldn't see, but she could feel the waves of it flow out of her and down her legs, soaking them. So warm, so much. Nevren's rumbles had become quiet, soft moans, and he was struggling to keep still; she could feel his shivering body through the table, and how he forced himself to not thrust into her. Instead, he remained buried as far as she could take him, and nudged his length into her deepest spot with the gentlest motions. Combined with the sensation of his cum gushing out of her, she closed her eyes again, and let another deep, full-body orgasm start where the other had just ended.

They stayed like that for a while. Her mind started to clear once she could breathe again, and the rippling waves of bliss working up and down her body started to fade. Once a small drop of her strength returned, she managed to push herself back up onto her elbows, and look down the valley of her body to see the mess Nevren had made. His white fluid soaked her thighs — again — and was dripping off her feet. She should have been grossed out, but in the waves of sexual bliss, it didn't seem gross at all.

She was sure it'd be gross later when she'd had to clean it all off, but for now, it was delightful.

Nevren started to back up, his erection fading, and his girth finally fell free of her. More of his seed dripped from her, and once Nevren was far back enough, she sat up fully to hold her tender crevice in one hand. She was sweating, panting, lightheaded, quivering, and all the great things she'd forgotten about from a good night's bout of sex.

The centaur was panting too. Sweat glistened on his muscles, and his long hair was a touch wet to his neck; hers was probably the same.

"I... can't believe we... just did that," she said. She looked over at the chiton she'd discarded. Soaked in white. She looked down at her legs. Soaked in white. She took a deep breath, and already she could tell her insides were going to be tender from the sex. Sex with a centaur.

Sex. With a centaur. She shook her head a few times in disbelief; that was most definitely not how she'd planned for the night to go. The stories of centaur aggression and and sexual nature certainly hadn't been exaggerated, but when she looked up at the tall creature before her, she saw different.

Nevren was getting his breath back too, but as far as she could tell, he was exhausted from his efforts to control himself rather than any actual physical exertion. He looked down at the mess he'd made of her, a hand stretched out to brace some of his massive weight against the cave wall.

"Are you alright?" he said. His gravelly voice lightened while the worry on his face grew. He took a step toward her again before he reached out with his other hand and touched her shoulder.

She nodded at him and dismissed his worries with a small wave, but settled her hand on her belly where she'd felt him. So deep! Gods that hurt, but Menala snickered to herself; she always liked sex to be rough, maybe even a bit painful. Probably the one place where she put Spartans to shame: the bed.

"I... am going to be... so very sore tomorrow." She chuckled though, and grinned at the wall of tall, dark, and handsome before her. "I can't believe we just did that!"

"I'm sorry, I—"

She reached out and punched his human stomach. Damn, solid.

"Don't be sorry! I'm glad. I've been... alone for so long, and no one will even look at me, and...." She shook her head a few times for good measure. "Was... it good for you?"

Nevren blinked at her like she was crazy, but started to chuckle not long after. He braced his weight with a hand against the table, and eased himself down to lay down again; his leg was probably hurting. With her sitting on the table, his head was only as high as her hip now, and he smiled up at her.

"It has been some time for me as well. And yes, that was perfect." Then, he reached out a hand for her. The smile on his face was so warm she felt her heart melting.

Yes! Cuddling! She eased her weary body off the table, took his hand, and sat down beside him. Her hands took his arm, hooked it into a hug, and aimed his shoulder at her so she could rest her head on it.

"We've... only known each other for a night. This is very inappropriate," she said. But her actions betrayed her; she nuzzled her face into his shoulder and hugged his massive arm nice and close. "I know so little about you."

"I will tell you more tomorrow, if you wish to hear it."

Tomorrow? She squeezed his arm a little tighter. He wanted to see her tomorrow. She hid her smile in his arm.

"Can you tell me a little, at least? If I'm going to bring you home"—hehe, like a lost puppy—"I should know something about you, right?" She was pushing it, she knew, but after what they just did, she deserved some details.

"... alright," he said, and he nudged his shoulder into her cheek. "I left my clan because of a disagreement. It was my duty to lead the charges, but after years of pointless battles, and horrible things, I just...." He sighed and looked away. "There was a disagreement between me and the tribe leader, and it lead to banishment. So, now I wander."

Disagreement? She stared up at the beast, jaw dropped, and heart a flutter. She was right! He did the noble thing and had abandoned some horrible campaign. Oh, the girls were going to hear about this one.

Unable to contain herself anymore, she reached out with her further arm, took his chin in her fingers, and turned his head to face her. She head to lean up to reach him, but she found his lips, and gave him the tiniest of kisses she could muster. Centaur or not, his face was completely human, and she giggled at the sensation of his whiskers on her lips.

"I like you," she said. "And if you can't go back to your home, you're coming with me." She grinned up at him, and his wide eyes made her giggle. Her hand slipped down his arm, walked down the tattoos with her fingertips, and ended in his palm where they slipped between his fingers. "I know the others wi—"

He took her jawline into his fingers, the same as she had him, and kissed her. His was not a tiny kiss; his lasted. He nudged his lips into her, softly, lovingly, and when she saw his closed eyes relaxed with bliss, she just fell into him and did the same. Caution to the wind. She kissed him back, pushed into it harder than he did, and melted all over him like a love sick girl. A teeny tiny Menala voice in her head screamed about how stupid it was to be romantically kissing someone she'd just met, let alone a wild beast, but each passing moment under the rugged man's touch made the voice grow quieter, and quieter, until it was gone.

"I like you too," he said. He nudged his nose against hers, and raised a hand to touch her bottom lip with his thumb.

"Ok... I...." She just stared into his eyes while he caressed her lip. Her breath had vanished, stolen by the perfect kiss, and it took a few moments to find it. "Um. I... ok. More, more kissing later, definitely, when we get back to Sparta... after we find a nearby stream. We need a bath."