by Rowan Bree
You tell him the past doesn’t matter.
“Indeed it does not,” he says. “That world is gone, and it is time to look towards the future. All now live to serve your will. What does your heart desire?”
Epilogue.
You tell him the past doesn’t matter.
“Indeed it does not,” he says. “That world is gone, and it is time to look towards the future. All now live to serve your will. What does your heart desire?”
Epilogue.
You tell him the past doesn’t matter.
“Indeed it does not,” he says. “That world is gone, and it is time to look towards the future. All now live to serve your will. What does your heart desire?”
Epilogue.
You decline the couple’s invitation and stay with the centaur. He pours you a goblet of wine and you take a sip.
“So you’ve never seen a centaur,” he says.
You shake your head. Not that you remember, anyway.
“But you do know of our reputation.”
That you do remember. It’s hard to forget when tales of the noble race’s ways with women are legend. Even now one of the tables has struck up a song about a centaur’s seduction of a famous queen. It is quite descriptive and your face reddens as you listen to the words. There isn’t nearly enough wine left in your goblet. The centaur pours more.
The song ends with a rowdy cheer as the men pound on the table, sending cutlery flying.
The centaur places his hand on yours.
“Come with me,” he says.
You get up and feel the wine rush to your head. You giggle as you follow the centaur out of the hall and towards the kitchens.
“In here,” the centaur says, pulling you into a store room filled with wooden crates. He pulls the door closed as servants rush by carrying more platters of food.
Your breath heaves from running, the excitement making your head buzz. You could get caught by the castle’s kitchen staff at any moment.
The centaur kisses you taking what little breath you had left. You kiss him back as long as you can before breaking away for air. He kisses your cheek and down your neck as you catch your breath. His hands slip your dress off your shoulders.
“Turn around,” he says, still kissing his way down your neck and across your shoulders. You help him slide your dress down and step out of it. He bends you over a stack of crates, caressing and kissing your body.
He asks if you are ready, and you nod. He rests his forelegs up on the crates and moves on top of you. You can feel the flared head of his cock hit your backside and you reach back to stroke its length. You slide it between your thighs and rub it against your pussy. You won’t be able to fit it all in, but you will try your best. You massage the tip with your palm until the both of you are wet. You will need all the help you can get to fit this beast inside of you.
You move the centaur’s cock to your entrance, testing your readiness.
“Go slow,” the centaur tells you.
You push against him and feel yourself stretching until his head pops inside you. You let out a gasp and the centaur chuckles.
“Easy now.”
You let your body open up bit by bit to take him in, every inch making you hornier. You slide back onto his cock until you can go no further. Your pussy clenches and you quiver.
The centaur asks if you are okay.
You moan in response and push back on him. He fucks you slowly at first but encouraged by your reaction starts going harder. His cock is drenched by your arousal and so are your quaking thighs as he drives himself into you.
The crates bang against the wall under the weight of the both of you. Surely someone will hear you even over the din of the kitchens.
The centaur lets out a groan and you can feel his seed dripping down your thigh. Each time he thrusts into you more of his cum dribbles out of you. Finally his cock goes limp and slips out of you. You can feel your filled pussy gaping. You stop to catch your breath.
“You won’t be able to go back out like this,” the centaur says. “Let me help.” You hear him shift behind you and feel his hands on your thighs, then a tongue.
The centaur lovingly licks you clean. You enjoy the gentle warmth of his tongue and lips on your skin. When he is done you put back on your dress and follow him back to the hall, careful not to be caught by any of the kitchen staff.
There is someone waiting for you when you return to the great hall.
“Looks like you have a type,” the faun says with amusement looking up and down at the proud centaur.
He takes your arm, apologizing to the centaur for whisking you away.
“It’s time,” he says to you. “We must bring the world to heel.”
The faun takes you into the upper reaches of the castle until you arrive at a stone archway draped with black curtains. Beyond it is a room filled with robed figures, along with some guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces. Many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.
Your gaze falls on the king seated in a plush chair, a buxom woman bobbing her head between his legs. Beside him are several uncomfortable-looking guardsmen.
“Kitten,” Vale says extracting himself from a couple of scantily clad slaves. The fingertips of his leather gloves glisten in the candlelight.
“And who is this?” the mage asks.
The faun changes back into his true form. The goat-horned demon towers over the party’s guests.
“My lord.” Vale bows on one knee before the hoofed feet of the Old One. The Old One strokes his hair and then beckons him to stand.
“I thank you for your service,” the Old One says, “of inviting me into your realm. Your duties have been fulfilled.”
Vale looks confused. “I have a kingdom to run.”
The Old One laughs. “Can you not feel it? This little kitten is no longer yours. She is mine, and she possesses my power. She will rule.”
Vale’s eyes flash red. “No, she didn’t even want this. I forced her to complete the ritual. I bound her here with my magic. She cares nothing for this new world I’ve created. I will be its master.”
He shouts something in Dorian and the guests clear to the edges of the room, revealing a large circular symbol carved in the stone floor right below where you and the Old One are standing. It must be a binding circle. The Old One is trapped.
“Take his dagger,” the Old One tells you. “Strike it into the stones and free me.”
Vale steps backwards out of the circle watching you closely.
“It’s over, kitten,” he says. “I’ve won.”
Attack Vale for his dagger.
Run.
You politely take your leave of the centaur and join the couple.
The minotaur grabs your hand as the elf pulls him out of the hall giggling. You follow them upstairs.
“I’m glad you came with us,” the elf says, opening the door to the couple’s chambers. “Minotaurs are insatiable and I can never satisfy him on my own.”
She begins to undress as the minotaur goes to sit on the bed. Her breasts are pert with upturned nipples. Her hips follow a slight curve to her slim thighs. Just looking at her you can guess she is incredibly flexible.
You follow her lead and let your dress fall to the floor.
The elf eyes you up and down. She smiles. “Not bad at all. What do you think?” she asks the minotaur.
He replies, “I think I want you both over here before I burst out of my pants.”
“After you,” the elf says.
You go to the minotaur. His lusty eyes take in your body. His fingers graze your buttocks. You can see the outline of his cock in his pants straining for your touch.
Attend to his cock.
Kiss him.
You kneel before him and un
do his pants. He strokes your hair, encouraging you as you bring your lips to his flared head. His taste makes you shiver, his flesh soft and warm against your tongue.
The elf climbs onto the bed next to him, kissing him as you attend to his cock. He fondles her breasts and tickles between her thighs. His fingers come away wet with her arousal.
She looks down at you, her cheeks blushed. You slide your mouth along the minotaur’s cock, taking him as deep as you can go. The minotaur groans and his grip tightens on your hair. He slips one of his fingers of the other hand inside the elf as you feel the tip of his cock reach your throat.
You continue to pleasure him with your mouth as the elf grinds against his fingers. Not too long after you hear the elf coming and feel the minotaur’s cock twitch in your mouth. You aren’t about to let him cum yet. He groans as his slick cock pops out of your mouth. He lies back on the bed.
You climb up to join the couple.
Straddle the minotaur’s cock.
Straddle the minotaur’s face.
The elf kneels before him and undoes his pants. He strokes her hair, encouraging her as she brings her lips to his flared head. His taste makes her shiver with pleasure.
“Come here,” he tells you.
You climb onto the bed next to him, kissing him as the elf attends to his cock. The coarse fur on his face slides through your fingers as you stroke his cheek. His thick bovine tongue feels almost like a cock inside your mouth. You suck on it, massaging it with your own much smaller one.
He fondles your breasts and tickles between your thighs. His fingers come away wet with your arousal.
You look down at the elf. Her cheeks are blushed. She slides her lips along the minotaur’s cock, taking him as deep as she can go. The minotaur groans and his grip tightens on her hair. He slips one of his fingers of the other hand inside you as you watch the elf deep throat him.
The elf continues to pleasure him with her mouth as you grind against his fingers. Not too long after you feel yourself coming.
The minotaur too looks like he is about to cum, but the elf won’t let him. He groans as his slick cock pops out of her mouth, then lies back on the bed. You fall against him, his fingers still inside you.
The elf climbs up to join you.
Straddle the minotaur’s cock.
Straddle the minotaur’s face.
You straddle the minotaur’s cock, teasing it with your wet pussy.
The elf positions herself over the minotaur’s head, facing you. His thick tongue laps at her thighs, licking up her juices. She grinds down on him and you see his tongue enter her.
You too want him inside you and grasp his cock in both hands. You savor the feeling of his flared head coaxing you open.
The elf leans forward and gently stops you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she says. “This one’s particularly good at getting us non-minotaur women pregnant and I wouldn’t want you to leave us with something extra tonight.”
You keep his cock pressed against your entrance, aching to let it inside you. But the elf’s warning stops you from going any further.
“It’s okay,” she says. “There are plenty of other ways for us to pleasure each other.” She grinds against the minotaur’s snout and lets out a moan.
Make use of your hands and mouth instead.
Take his cock inside you another way.
You straddle the minotaur’s face, teasing his snout with your wet pussy. The elf positions herself over the minotaur’s cock. She rubs her pussy against his length.
The minotaur’s thick tongue laps at your thighs, licking up your juices. You grind down on him and feel his tongue enter you. It fills you as well as any cock could, and its dexterity allows him to massage you in ways a cock couldn’t.
You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths, massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies. The elf tells you the minotaur has never failed to impregnate the women he mates, so you avoid any activities that might get you pregnant. But everything else is fair game. And the couple is quite good at what they do.
Only when the three of you are utterly spent do you make it back down to the feast. You feel giggly, your legs wobbly. The three of you lean on each other as if drunk, kissing and groping your way back down to the great hall.
There is someone waiting for you when you return.
“No wonder you were gone so long,” the faun says, his eyes roaming over the couple.
They return the faun’s gaze before excusing themselves back to the centaur’s table.
“It’s time,” the faun says. “We must bring the world to heel.”
He takes you into the upper reaches of the castle until you arrive at a stone archway draped with black curtains. Beyond it is a room filled with robed figures, along with some guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces. Many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.
Your gaze falls on the king seated in a plush chair, a buxom woman bobbing her head between his legs. Beside him are several uncomfortable-looking guardsmen.
“Kitten,” Vale says extracting himself from a couple of scantily clad slaves. The fingertips of his leather gloves glisten in the candlelight.
“And who is this?” the mage asks.
The faun changes back into his true form. The goat-horned demon towers over the party’s guests.
“My lord.” Vale bows on one knee before the hoofed feet of the Old One. The Old One strokes his hair and then beckons him to stand.
“I thank you for your service,” the Old One says, “of inviting me into your realm. Your duties have been fulfilled.”
Vale looks confused. “I have a kingdom to run.”
The Old One laughs. “Can you not feel it? This little kitten is no longer yours. She is mine, and she possesses my power. She will rule.”
Vale’s eyes flash red. “No, she didn’t even want this. I forced her to complete the ritual. I bound her here with my magic. She cares nothing for this new world I’ve created. I will be its master.”
He shouts something in Dorian and the guests clear to the edges of the room, revealing a large circular symbol carved in the stone floor right below where you and the Old One are standing. It must be a binding circle. The Old One is trapped.
“Take his dagger,” the Old One tells you. “Strike it into the stones and free me.”
Vale steps backwards out of the circle watching you closely.
“It’s over, kitten,” he says. “I’ve won.”
Attack Vale for his dagger.
Run.
You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths, massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies. You avoid any activities that might get you pregnant, but everything else is fair game. And the couple is quite good at what they do.
Only when the three of you are utterly spent do you make it back down to the feast. You feel giggly, your legs wobbly. The three of you lean on each other as if drunk, kissing and groping your way back down to the great hall.
There is someone waiting for you when you return.
“No wonder you were gone so long,” the faun says, his eyes roaming over the couple.
They return the faun’s gaze before excusing themselves back to the centaur’s table.
“It’s time,” the faun says. “We must bring the world to heel.”
He takes you into the upper reaches of the castle until you arrive at a stone archway draped with black curtains. Beyond it is a room filled with robed figures, along with some guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces. Many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying thems
elves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.
Your gaze falls on the king seated in a plush chair, a buxom woman bobbing her head between his legs. Beside him are several uncomfortable-looking guardsmen.
“Kitten,” Vale says extracting himself from a couple of scantily clad slaves. The fingertips of his leather gloves glisten in the candlelight.
“And who is this?” the mage asks.
The faun changes back into his true form. The goat-horned demon towers over the party’s guests.
“My lord.” Vale bows on one knee before the hoofed feet of the Old One. The Old One strokes his hair and then beckons him to stand.
“I thank you for your service,” the Old One says, “of inviting me into your realm. Your duties have been fulfilled.”
Vale looks confused. “I have a kingdom to run.”
The Old One laughs. “Can you not feel it? This little kitten is no longer yours. She is mine, and she possesses my power. She will rule.”
Vale’s eyes flash red. “No, she didn’t even want this. I forced her to complete the ritual. I bound her here with my magic. She cares nothing for this new world I’ve created. I will be its master.”
He shouts something in Dorian and the guests clear to the edges of the room, revealing a large circular symbol carved in the stone floor right below where you and the Old One are standing. It must be a binding circle. The Old One is trapped.
“Take his dagger,” the Old One tells you. “Strike it into the stones and free me.”