To honor their ancient treaty with the centaurs, the village has given Fiedrah, a virgin in her eighteenth summer, as a tribute bride to Anult, their greatest warrior. Although terrified of their wild and brutal ways, Fiedrah soon discovers that there is much beauty in their way of life and that bearing the children of a creature who is half man and half beast carries its own rewards...
This 14,000 word erotic fantasy adventure includes an innocent heroine being publicly deflowered by a powerful centaur warrior, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, oral sex, cunnilingus, and inter-species breeding.
The two attendants who had dragged the throne into the circle seized the straps and bound my wrists, neck, waist, and thighs to the throne. Their hands moved quickly and expertly, careful not to injure me, but certain to make the fittings tight. When they were finished, I tested the restraints and the realization of my absolute immobility triggered a wave of panic. A cool breeze tickling the hairs in my private parts made me realize just how vulnerable I was. I struggled and whined, suddenly afraid. I was completely powerless and at their mercy.
Anult knelt down next to me, brushing away a loose strand of hair. "Don't be afraid, little fawn. The bindings are for your own protection. Since this is your first time, it's important that you don't move around too much. I don't want to hurt you."
I nodded.
"Do you trust me?" he asked. His eyes looked gray in the darkness, but reflected the dancing flames of the fire.
"Yes," I managed to say.
He smiled slightly and began to rise.
"Anult?"
He hesitated.
"Will you kiss me?"
He smiled. The sight of his beautiful face, his loving eyes, were more than enough reward to me. He leaned down and our lips touched.
A heat like a long tongue of flame swept from my mouth to my loins. His lips were soft and smooth, and the smell and taste of him awakened a desire in me that I barely knew existed. I tried to prolong the kiss, to hold onto his lips with my own, but he pulled away, gently placing his palm against my cheek.
"It's time, little one."
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