“No going back?”
“Unlike horses and humans, Centaurs mate for life. If we complete this act, you will be my mate, forever. You will be a part of my herd. We don’t have any other two-leggers, but I have heard of other herds whose members have mated likewise.
“Seriously? I didn’t know that was possible,” Erica interrupted, wondering about the implications. “What about having children?”
Hetak nodded with a serious expression. “If we mated, you could bear my foals and because of my magical nature, they will be entirely centaur, not human. You cannot leave me. I will keep you close, love you fiercely, and guard you jealously against males who think they can tempt you away from me since you are human and are thought to be fickle in your affections. You cannot change your mind in a week or a month or a year. I will not let you go.”
Erica was thrilled at the possessive tone of his voice and the way his grip on her tightened as he spoke. A pool of liquid heat formed in her belly. She wanted that. She wanted to be this stallion’s mate, to bear his children and be part of his herd. In just a short amount of time, she’d come to care for the handsome, sweet centaur who’d found her. Her damaged leg throbbed at that moment, causing her mood to dip a little. How would he feel after years of carrying her useless butt around?
“I want that. I want to be with you and your herd. I want to share your life. But…are you sure you want to be stuck with a cri—”
“Do not say that word. I forbid it,” he demanded, chiding her lightly.
“A human who can’t carry her own weight except with a pair of crutches she stupidly left in the mud hours ago?” She sighed, looking away from him as the words rushed out of her in a self-deprecating jumble.
Hetak’s hand came up again and gripped her chin, raising her head so that she was forced to meet his eyes. “My mate is strong, a survivor, and if I must carry her on my back for the rest of our lives, it would be my honor to care for her.”
Tears filled Erica’s eyes as she listened to his declaration. He really meant it, he wanted her, just as much as she wanted him. Using her good leg, she pushed up against his chest and kissed him with all the love and passion she felt for him. He groaned, palming her ass through the blanket and pulled her closer.
“Make me yours, Hetak,” she begged, the words whispered against his lips.
Chapter Nine
Hetak
His entire body trembled with the need to mount his female and claim her, but he had to be careful. His mate wasn’t as sturdy as a mare from his herd. She was smaller and more delicate, and they were stuck in a small lean-to in a raging storm. Hetak kissed his mate again, which drew moans of pleasure from her. Eager to see her body, he pushed the blanket from her body and let it drop to the ground.
She was lean from months of being half starved by the bastard who’d owned her, but she was still beautiful and soft. He knew she would regain her weight in no time with proper feeding. Not that any of that mattered, he loved her body and spirit.
Hetak paused at that thought. He really loved this fierce little human he’d found in the mud just hours ago. He truly loved her. Pulling her close once more while lifting her slight weight with an arm under her bottom, he pressed kisses over her neck, shoulders and breasts. Her nipples peaked, begging for attention. Closing his lips over the first tight crest, he suckled, nipping her flesh which caused her to gasp breathlessly.
Erica’s hands roamed over his shoulders. Her nails dragged along his skin and made him shiver from the sensation. Then they threaded into his hair and she arched back, thrusting her breasts out more as she held his face against her flesh. She panted and moaned softly, her fingers tightening in his hair as he moved to her other breast, leaving the first red and swollen from his ministrations.
Knowing he would be larger than any other male she had ever been with, Hetak slid his hand down her belly and slipped his fingers through the curls that hid her slit from him. Erica was hot and soaking wet already, he smiled at her eager whimper. Gently, he caressed the outer part of her cunt, spreading her slickness all over her sex and his hand. She shifted her thighs apart to give him more room and he slowly thrust one thick finger into her sheath, feeling the spasm of the muscles as she mewled in delight at the intrusion.
Rolling her clit with his thumb, Hetak fucked his little mate with his finger. Erica cried and squirmed against him, gasping as he drove her to orgasm. Her body trembled, trying to collapse, but he held her up and added a second finger, then scissored them apart to stretch her. Erica cried out again, her inner muscles quaking as she neared her peak. She twisted in his embrace, her hands clinging to his shoulders as she fought to stay standing.
Hetak felt his cock extrude from his sheath, sliding wetly along the bedding underneath him. The sensation made him shudder and nearly spill his seed in the open air. Erica’s moans grew louder and her musky scent saturated the air. She was so close. Thrusting a third finger, then a fourth into her cunt, he pumped them hard and fast into his mate. She shattered, shrieking his name and arched her back as she came, gushing slick into his hand. At the end, she fell limp against him, kissing the skin of his shoulder and collarbone.
“Hetak?” Her voice was weak and small.
“Yes, my love?”
“What about you?” Her head came up and she looked over at his fully exposed cock where it was leaking precum on the pallet.
“I will have my pleasure of you,” he said smugly, urging her down to lay against his side. “I cannot mount you properly in here, my mate, but we will still come together as one.”
Hetak shifted onto his right side a bit more, exposing more of his belly and groin as he rolled his haunches. His cock twitched and flexed, eager to be inside his mare’s hot cunt. He lumped a pillow and extra blanket against his shoulder and encouraged Erica to lay back on the pad they formed.
Braced across his belly and shoulder, she caught onto his plan and shimmied down so that his body acted almost like a mattress for her. Her good knee touched the floor, holding her in place and she lay her bad leg on Hetak’s flank, opening her thighs for him. He rumbled approvingly then rested his hand over her chest so he could fondle her breasts again. He pinched and rolled her tiny budded nipples between his fingers, listening for the small gasps of pleasure she gave. The sweet sound of her voice was music to his ears.
“Are you ready my mate?” he asked gruffly. Catching a handful of her hair, he tilted her head back and kissed her again, not even waiting a moment for her reply. He already knew what it would be.
His cock jumped in excitement, lifting off the mat stiffly and accidentally bumped her inner thigh. His mate giggled and caught it in her hand. Hetak sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. Her fingers were soft and smooth, almost ticklish with how gentle she held him, but it felt so good to have her hands on him like this. He groaned, with his head tilting back. More precum leaked from the tip as his mate stroked the flared head, teasing him. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, his flanks surged and he thrust against her grip.
“Please my Erica, I need to be inside you,” he begged, his breath coming in pants now as he shook and quivered under her. Propping one hand on his foreleg, she guided the crest between her legs.
Hetak hissed pleasure as his cock touched the wet heat of her slit. His hips flexed. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as his cock pushed into her cunt, the flared crown popping past the muscles of the outer rim of her sex. When Erica shuddered, gasping at the invasion of his massive member, he stilled, pausing to give her a chance to adjust to his size. Nuzzling the side of her face, he fondled her breasts, enjoying the rough panting that escaped her.
“I definitely think you’re a breast man,” Erica said with a little chuckle, slowly relaxing and moaning at his touches.
The tight grip of her cunt eased—just a little—and he shifted his hips, pushing more of his length into her body. “Why do you say that,” he asked.
“You play with…my boobs…a lot. That mak
es you a…breast man,” she explained in between gasps as he carefully thrust into her tight cunt.
“Well, I am not a man. I’m a centaur.”
“A breast centaur then.”
“A what?” Hetak suddenly paused, then shook his head. Clearly he wasn’t pleasuring her enough if she was capable of coherent speech. He needed to remedy that before she got more crazy ideas in her head and spread these strange rumors to the rest of his herd.
Leaning over her, he nuzzled her cheek again, then bit her shoulder lightly. At the same time, he shifted his hips harder, plunging his cock as far as it would go. Erica squealed and arched against him. He reached down her torso and strummed her clit with his fingers, drawing a loud moan from her. Her hands clutched at his arms as she shuddered and jerked against him, her body violently thrashing as he fucked her.
“Hetak! Oh! Fu…fuck, Hetak,” Erica panted and cried, straining in his arms.
Much better, he thought, pleased with the results.
Hetak’s own body shook with the effort of flexing his hips while lying down. This was a new position for him, and the amount of access he had to her seemed almost impossible, yet here they were. Sweat beaded over his skin and he panted while stroking and fondling as much of his mate as he could. Erica was close to orgasming. He could tell from the tight clench of her sex on his cock. His own testicles were drawing up tightly, ready to eject his seed into his mate.
“HETAK!” Erica screamed his name, nails digging into his forearm as she shattered. Her inner muscles quivered around him and gripped him painfully.
With a cry of his own, Hetak came, shooting wave after wave of hot, heavy cum into Erica’s cunt. Sweating profusely, Hetak collapsed the rest of the way onto his bedding. Somehow, finalizing his mating with his female had taken the remainder of his strength. It certainly had nothing to do with chasing down a thief or escaping a storm. His mate was beautiful, fierce, and demanded much of his attention. Not that he minded giving her all the attention she could ever want.
A very loud, but very contented sigh escaped from Erica as she crawled toward his upper torso, her body trembling with exhaustion. It took all his effort to lean down and scoop her up, pulling her the rest of the way into his arms. Pecking him across the lips with a happy smile, she turned her back into his chest, grabbed his arm and pulled it tight across her belly, then fell asleep within seconds.
Hetak watched quietly as she drifted off to sleep, staving off his own need for rest, just for a while. Not once did the curve of her smile falter or leave her face. Whatever dreams she had, they were good dreams. When she murmured his name and turned over, curling into his shoulder, he knew the dream was about himself. He liked that. Hetak kissed the top of his mate’s head before he settled down to sleep as well. One last thought crossed his mind and he smiled as his eyes closed.
This is a female I’m going to treasure forever.
Epilogue
Erica
After several days of heavy rain, travel rations, sharing body heat, and several rounds of hot, sweet love making, the treacherous weather finally subsided. Sunlight peaked in through the lean-to’s entrance and hit her in the face. Slowly, Erica stirred awake, laid half sprawled across her mate with her nose tucked against his shoulder. A finely woven blanket covered her, while his strong arms wrapped around her waist. Snuggling was so nice, but the sunlight was harsh and her bladder was screaming for attention. Desperation kicking in, she tried to push Hetak’s arm off so she could sit up, but he grumbled sleepily and pulled her closer, hiding his face in her hair.
“Hetak,” she cooed softly, trying to pull him from his deep slumber.
There was no answer except for a tightening of his grip on her. She knew he was tired, but she also knew he wanted to take her back to his herd as soon as possible and announce their mating.
“Hetak, wake up. The storm is over and I really need to pee.”
Still no answer, Erica tried slipping out from beneath his grasp, but his arm was so heavy and his grip was tight; she made no headway. Frustrated, she resorted to her only other available option.
“Wanna have sex?” she asked, lifting herself up a little to whisper into his ear. Surely this would do the trick.
Erica shrieked as Hetak half-jumped awake, mumbling eager and agreeable sounds as his eyes flew open.
Heart racing from the scare, Erica slapped him lightly on the arm. “Geez Hetak, you scared me to death,” she said, her breath heaving as she frowned at him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled guiltily. “I thought you needed me for something.”
Erica snorted, then shook her head. Of course it was his desire to rut her again that caused him to rouse and not her bladder complaints or the blinding sunlight that threatened to permanently steal her sight. “I needed you to move so I can go pee! But you wouldn’t budge.”
“I don’t recall this.”
“Of course not, all you heard was sex,” she replied, laughing.
“Yes, sex,” he mused. His hand immediately grabbed her breast, tweaked her nipple and then he purred in her ear. When his hand dipped from her breast to her clit, she grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He whined into her neck, then nipped her.
“I need to pee,” Erica announced loudly. “Can you please help me outside?”
“Oh. Of course, my love,” Hetak answered with a little yawn, still not entirely awake.
Holding onto her while he heaved himself to his feet, Hetak lifted her from the ground and carried her into the warm sunlight. When a gentle breeze brushed past him, he frowned, then turned back to snatch a blanket on a nearby post inside the lean-to. He then wrapped it around her, clearly worried she would somehow freeze to death. Erica smiled while he did this. She didn’t feel the least bit cold, but watching Hetak fuss over her was endearing and sweet. Finished, he stepped away from camp.
“What that?” he grumbled, looking down to where his hooves sunk deep into the muddy earth.
“Why are you so surprised? It rained for days.”
“It will take hours to get this sloppy mud out from my hooves.”
Laughing, Erica patted him on the chest. “And I will help you, but bathroom first. Please?”
Grumbling as he held her, Hetak carefully trudged around the worst spots until they reached the bush she pointed out to him. It also happened to be the only spot that wasn’t absolutely drenched, which made him a little less grumpy.
“This will do,” she told him. Holding onto him tightly as he lowered her down, Hetak helped her balance against a nearby tree. Erica quickly did her business then waited for him to do his as well.
She was leaning against a half-collapsed tree trunk when he returned and she couldn’t help smiling while she admired his shiny coat in the sunlight. He paused at her expression and his own gaze turned heated. Hetak’s tail lifted, swishing through the air like a silken banner as his gait turned into a prancing walk, his hooves raising higher as he showed off for her. Steadily coming closer, he crowded around her, brushing his flanks against her body and sniffing the air. He was so handsome and sexy. The way he gazed at her was so heated that she found herself turned on by him. Erica knew when he scented her arousal, because he nickered under his breath and his movements became more aggressive.
“I smell your need, my mate,” he growled, reaching out to grasp a handful of her hair. She moaned low in her throat when he pulled her up for a kiss, plundering her breath and entwining his tongue with hers.
By the time he was done with her, she was breathless. Thinking he was leaving, she whimpered. Oh, how wrong she was. Instead, Hetak lifted her up to sit on the fallen tree, raising her to waist height on him. She spread her legs, letting him push between her thighs and ground her pussy into his human belly. Her sex left wet streaks on his skin and he thrust his hand between them to play with her clit.
Finding her soaked, Hetak pushed two fingers into her cunt, then thrust hard and fast. She gasped and whined as he finger-fucked her toward orgasm. Suddenly, when
he pulled away, she grabbed at him and nearly fell off the tree. But her mate’s strong arms caught her and she flipped her belly down over the trunk.
Raising his front hooves high, he hooked his legs over the wood on either side of her and thrust his hard cock into her pussy with a satisfying groan. Ecstasy-laced shrieks filled the air at the sudden invasion, but Hetak didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He plunged into her over and over, his large body rubbing across her back as she hung over the tree, flailing to find some purchase to move with him.
“Hetak! Oh my God! Hetak!” she cried, trembling and shaking as her stallion slammed his dick into her over and over.
The sex for the last few days had been so gentle and sweet and she’d loved it, but this?! This was incredible. Having him take over and dominate her was so hot. Above her, he grunted his own pleasure with each thrust of his cock. She could feel him beginning to lose his rhythm as he raced them both to their peaks.
Erica’s body was wound tight, her nerves screaming as she panted and squealed under her huge mate. Hetak plowed into her one last, hard time and he stiffened then shouted her name. The jerk of his spasming cock and the hot splash of his cum inside her sent her careening over the edge and she screamed his name out as well.
They stayed like that for a few moments, panting and struggling to breathe. Hetak’s dick was still buried deep in her pussy, his belly hot on her back while he trembled and gasped above her. With a groan, he carefully lifted away from her and backed up. When his cock slipped free of her channel, cum leaked down her thighs to drip onto the ground below. Erica hung there, shuddering, too satisfied and spent to move.
“My love?” Hetak panted softly, his hand resting on her back.
She moaned in reply, but was too tired to talk.
“Erica!?” Hetak sounded worried now.
“I’m okay,” she slurred in reply, wincing a little when he lifted her free of the tree and cradled her in his arms.
“I was too rough on you,” he stated, chastising himself. “I could not stop myself once I smelled your desire, but I should not have taken you so harshly. I was no better than an animal!”
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