The idea didn’t sound all that terrible as it rolled around in my head. I mean, I had been nearly obsessed with centaurs my whole life, to the point that I stole a horse to chase one back to his village.
“Maybe... maybe its destiny?” I asked.
“Maybe. That was my thought. I didn’t give you away or anything. The guards bursting in on you was the first I knew about it. We’ll see soon.”
“Wait, why don’t you just set me free?”
He face darkened. “If I set you free, Seer David would go berserk. Not only would he slay me where I stood, he’d take it out on the rest of the village, before finally assaulting your castle.”
I gulped, “I guess that isn’t a good plan then.”
“Yeah. Don’t worry. Everything will work out.”
“I hope you’re right Ezrin.” He galloped away from the cage.
***
Nightfall had fallen again, and the ceremony was beginning. I heard distant drumming start up, which startled me awake. Just as I began to regain my bearings, I was reminded of my imprisonment when four guards showed up. They knelt down, gripping the bars of the cages and hoisting it into the air, before placing it on their strong backs.
I was taken to the center of the village where a huge bonfire had been erected. Tens of centaurs stood at the fire, and Seer David was their center of attention. His fur had been painted with intricate patterns, and the paint had been splashed onto his human chest, drying in his chest hair. He looked absolutely fierce, and in a striking kind of way. Animalistic, almost feral. I knew that I should have been scared, but a kind of serenity overcame me. I felt peaceful.
Not only peaceful, but... aroused.
***
Seer David came to me, his muscles taut, powerful, under his skin. His veins were throbbing, and I could feel the heat rolling off of him in waves.
“Release the prisoner!” he said, beckoning the guards to lower the cage. They dropped it to the floor, and David came up to it.
He reared back on his hind hooves, and bashed the cage open in feral rage. The wood splintered and buckled underneath his powerful attack. I cowered, covering my head, terrified of what was going to happen next.
He picked me up out of the remains of the cage, and carried me to a podium that was raised in front of the roaring bonfire.
He laid me down on it, my back touching the cold rock first. He began to work on my clothes. His strong fingers were rough, and he reached underneath my royal garments and began tearing them open.
I gasped, as he shredded the rest of my clothes down to my waist, pulling the scraps out from underneath me.
“The Ceremony will begin,” David said, his voice low and eager. I squirmed under his touch, confused by how nice his hands felt on my skin, and how repulsive it was at the same time. The music that the other centaurs were playing thudded against my ears, embedding itself deep in me. The sound of the drums entered me, and I felt myself enter a kind of trance based off their rhythm.
David overlooked me, his keen eyes gauging my body, testing my resolve. I stared back into him, and the sound of the music and the murmuring of the other centaurs vanished.
It was as if the rest of the world melted away. I felt something change, his face appeared to soften, and he held his hand out to stroke my cheek.
I nudged my face against him, and felt the world open up for us.
***
“David,” I whispered.
He nodded to me, his hands running down my leg, before he dragged my body closer to him.
He climbed up on the podium, his front hooves placed delicately near my head. I looked up at him, the horse-half of his body obstructing the starry sky. It was tantalizingly close to me, his horse-half nearly brushing against my tits. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body, steam and smoke from the bonfire coiling up and around his majestic body, giving him an almost ethereal glow. He moved, and I felt his cock for the first time. Strong sinew, his glistening head grazed my inner thigh, and I gasped. He lowered himself between my legs, which surprised me. My fingers curled around his thick fur as his tongue danced over my lips, making me convulse and kick without authority.
He slurped up my juices and gave me a hungry look, which made my body tense with thirst. He cradled my tits and teased my nipples into hard points. The crowd watching us only seemed to incense me more, something I wasn’t used to.
My cheeks flushed as he stood back up and brought his cock near me.
His cock teased my pussy, the head of it lightly grazing my lips. I braced myself, holding the edge of the platform with my hands.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment. His dick entered me, the head feeling enormous. A powerful roar came from him, and his feral energy poured into the task, I tried to relax, but there wasn’t much I could do calm my breathing. Hot energy poured out of me, and I felt it rise and curl. I didn’t just want his cock anymore, I needed it. It was as if something had changed within me, the moment his cock touched my lips.
“David, fuck me!” I screamed.
And he did. It wasn’t like anything I could have ever imagined. White hot energy shook through me as his legs squatted and his cock filled me up. His engorged cock somehow massaging my g-spot with every twisted stroke of its phallic mass. I writhed on the pedestal, my exposed back scraping against the rough hewn stone. His rough fur brushed against my tits with every thrust of his body, and I felt my nipples grow raw from the abrasion. I didn’t know how much I could take, but David’s guttural cries kept me focused, kept me focused on the prize at hand. Unity.
I tried to engage him, swiveling my hips as best I could, matching his rhythm. It only seemed to incense him, and he cried out in a glorious rage, his tightened fists pounding his chest. It was deafening, the sound of his hooves scraping the stone as he straddled me, his own lust overpowering him. I shook, and felt like I was going to pass out. It was too much.
David’s engorged cock pounded into me, filling me to the brim with his beastly vigor. Every powered stroke of his rod pushed me forward on the podium, until I threatened to fall off of it entirely. My arms hung loose off the edge, my back raw from the rock.
The drums intermingled with the rhythm of David’s strokes, and I reached down and flicked my clit to the beat. I felt like a warm white energy was cascading over me, the pain and pleasure mixing together like some kind of symphony. It swirled and danced inside, as I could feel David’s righteous heartbeat pulse inside the walls of my pussy, my wet lips clenching him as tight as a taut bow string.
I leaned over and stroked his horse-half leg, running my fingers through the tuft of fur above his hoof. I moaned as I kissed it, tasting his sweat and passion through his matted fur.
The bonfire cackled, the glow of it flickering off the underside of his body, I let it flow through me.
“I’m gonna come!” he screamed, and I knew. I knew this is what I wanted.
He bucked hard, his hooves knocked against the stone podium. I squirmed underneath his body, gripping the edges of the pedestal with my fingers, trying to keep myself from falling off of it. His energetic thrusts nearly knocking the wind out of me. Then I felt his seed pump into me. His dick twitched inside me, and it expanded, dumping a pulsating load into my pussy. Each groan that escaped his mouth signaled another load, and another. I felt it squish out of me, his cock pushing it out and dribbling it onto my thighs.
“It is done,” David exhaled. “You’ll now carry the mighty soul of a centaur within you. When you leave this village and return to your people, they will have no choice but to accept the kinship our races now share.” He climbed off the pedestal, his hard hooves stomping against the ground. The crowd that had gathered around us grew silent, and I felt... at peace. I rolled back, and stared into the night sky. The twinkling stars seemed to be saying something to me.
I listened, and heard them.
I smiled. I was chosen to carry on this task. I would carry it on, with a happy heart.
***
I had to be.
As I leaned up, I rubbed my eyes and the world came into focus. I heard rustling, and saw David emerge from his hiding place next to his hut.
“I’m glad to see you made it through the night... sleep well?”
“Yes... despite the rough bed.” I rubbed my back.
“Ritual dictates that those chosen can’t be moved for eight hours, lest the process be interrupted. I’m sorry you had to sleep outside.” His voice was gentle, as if all his ferocious anger had dissipated. I sensed a kindness in him. His blue eyes sparkled in the morning sun, and I felt like stroking him.
He came closer to me, so I had my opportunity. I ran my fingers up his strong chest, the smell of his scent and sweat still powerful. He moved into my hand, his skin soft to the touch.
I caressed his face, and he kneeled down to kiss me. A sensual kiss, it was totally unlike the barbaric aggression of the night before. Ezrin was also nearby, and he approached us. He waited until we were done, not breaking our moment.
“I’ll have my best men escort you back to your land if you’d like,” David said, gesturing to Ezrin.
I looked away, staring off into the distance.
“What if I don’t want to go back?”
I felt his movement, uneasiness. “Why wouldn’t you?” Ezrin looked shocked.
“I feel something... greater here. Like I have a better purpose.”
“What about the unification?” Ezrin asked.
“I think it’ll be more powerful if I arrive in a couple of months. The panic that I’ll have gone missing will add an extra flair to the whole thing... don’t you think?”
David mused, stroking his chin. “Perhaps. At the very least, you can stay for a couple more days, to make sure your body has accepted our union.”
I touched my stomach, “I know it has.” I met his eyes, and felt his adoration.
Ezrin left us again, letting us be alone.
David picked me up, holding me tight to his strong centaur chest. He carried me into his grand hut, and laid me down on his bed.
“Rest some more, you had a hard night.” He brushed the hair out of my eyes, and kissed me again.
I fell asleep, knowing that I was beginning a completely new chapter of my life. I couldn’t wait to see where it would take me.
Taken by the Orc King by Simone Beatrix
All I knew is that I didn’t belong.
The orcs had taken me from my house during their raid on the kingdom, dragging me by my feet through the burning city. Before I could manage to utter a word, they had thrown me into a locked coach and carted me off to their king. Among the orcs, he was only know simply as The orc overlord.
Now I sat in a repurposed dungeon, where traitors to the throne used to be tossed before execution. The stone walls were crumbling, and I could hear stirring on either side. I knew I wasn’t the only one here, since there were several other women in the cart with me. No men though, I shuddered to think what had happened to them.
Now the damp stone was the only comfort I had, and it was a pitiful one at that. While there were prisoners on either side of me, my cell was empty save for me. The milky moonlight barely creeped through the bars holding my small half-window shut. I sighed, wishing I knew why I had deserved such a fate.
“Fuck me!” I groaned, rattling my chains against the hard stone. An orc guard outside my jail hushed me, telling me to keep quiet or he’d give me a real reason to cry out. I fumed, mad and seeking some kind of vengeance. I had over heard the orcs in the city talking when they dragged me in: they were going to serve up the new prisoners to the orc overlord to determine who would be worth keeping. I had no choice but to give him a reason to keep me.
I had to, or they’d cut my head off. Then I’d have to figure out my plan of attack, my best way to save myself.
I rubbed my neck, sick with the thought.
One step at a time Amber, just one step at a time. I tried to get some rest on the cot that was thrown into the cell.
***
Hours passed, until they finally came to take me away. My eyes were shut when I heard the two orc knights clamor into the prison, their chain-mail rattling annoyingly against the stone floor. The first knight’s voice is what finally opened my eyes.
“Let the prisoner out, the overlord wishes to see it.” He snarled. I glared at him.
“This prisoner isn’t an ‘it’, I’m a ‘she.’” I spat, holding my stare on him. He didn’t seem to care. The guard retrieved his key and slid it into the lock, releasing the door. He jerked it open with all his body weight, freeing it from the wall. It shuddered open.
I could almost taste the freedom. Before I could make a dash through the open door, the two Knights reached in and grabbed me by the arms, pulling me out of the cell. I stumbled on my feet, managing to maintain my balance.
“Go.” The first orcish knight said, pushed me forward, jabbing a spear into my back. The cold point of it dug into my skin, but didn’t break it. They had taken my clothes when I got the prison, and I had nothing on but a loincloth and a meager excuse for a top.
I didn’t really have a choice. The second knight followed behind us as we walked through the murky dungeon depths, before arriving at the exit: a series of stairs leading up a curved hallway.
It would be nice to see the surface again at least.
***
When we made it to the throne room, I saw three other women already waiting at the front of the throne. Their own subjugators held them captive, and one of them looked near tears. The throne was empty, he wasn’t here yet.
I had a quick chance to survey the room. It wasn’t unlike a typical throne room, but the aesthetics were a bit... more macabre. The throne itself was made of what looked like a combination of animal and human bones, with a horse pelvis acting as the seat. The blood-soaked banners that lined the hallway highlighted the crumbling stone from what looked like a forsaken castle. I couldn’t believe that this used to be a castle under human control, and I suddenly realized I had no idea how long I had been sitting in the cell downstairs.
Pelts lined the walls, with other apparatus set up for skinning and bleaching them. Moonlight streamed in through the several holes that lined the ceiling, but nothing too large. The air was humid and thick with a musty scent.
The orcish knights suddenly stood at attention, as another less combat-dressed orc announced the arrival of the orc overlord.
“Respect the orc King, Savior of our people!” the orc cried out, before standing aside as the orc overlord stepped through the small hallway. He looked mighty powerful, almost making the knights and guards I had seen before this look tiny in comparison. He must’ve been nearly seven feet tall, and his powerful shoulders were adorned with a marvelous red cape. Whether it was red when he first put it on, I couldn’t tell. His helmet was gold, with bull horns curved powerfully around his ears. The tips tapered to sharp points near to his eyes.
His green eyes surveyed the four of us, taking each of us in. Examining our every mark, scar and beauty mark.
The knights pushed us each down to the floor, each of our knees slamming into the stone floor with a loud thud. The sound of skins slapping stone echoed throughout the hall. Silence rested on us.
The orc overlord finally sat in his throne, an air of arrogant confidence overpowering even himself. He didn’t wear any kind of royal clothes, but his war uniform was in much better condition than the other’s, despite appearing to be covered in blood.
Something powerful stirred in me, despite the situation I was in, I found myself... curious.
An orc standing near the throne stepped forward, and whispered something into the overlord's ear that made him grin, exposing his sharp teeth. He nodded in reply to the orc, then waved him away
. He gripped the arms of his throne, whitening his knuckles against their steel bars.
“As you lot probably don’t know, tonight is a special night for us orcs.” The overlord said, his voice booming throughout the great hall. “It is the night when we choose a mate to continue our species, to serve as our new orc Queen. Regrettably, I cannot choose all four of you lovely specimens, as it defies ancient tradition. Three of you will have to be sent back to the dungeons, where you will be enjoyed by the other orcs in the battalion.”
The three women next to me shivered visibly, averting their gaze to the floor. I knew I had little choice, either be chosen as the orc Queen, or suffer for years in that crypt. I had been thinking it might come down to this, a feeling in my gut told me.
As he surveyed us, his hungry eyes feasting on our bodies, I caught his gaze. I watched his green eyes, flecked with bright shades of gold, stop on me for a moment. He smiled, clearing his throat.
“This one. I’ve decided.” He said, his voice hoarse and strong. The other women looked up at me, anger flashing in their eyes. I almost couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction.
The guards standing behind them grabbed their arms and lifted them to their feet, ordering them back down the carpeted hallway and toward the dungeon. The last glimpse I caught of them, the knights were laughing, fondling the women as they left.
The women should have done the same as me, but they had no ambition. They were all staring at the floor. I had to take the initiative, or I’d have ended up back in the stocks as well.
Little did I know, that’s exactly where I was going.
The orc overlord stood, catching my attention again. He walked down the ragged carpet steps to reach me. Something about his overwhelming sense of power made me lose focus, and I suddenly found myself staring at the floor, almost embarrassed. His gaze was off-putting, and somehow erotic. He put his gnarled green hand under my chin and lifted my gaze to meet his piercing eyes.
“I think I’ll enjoy this one, very much.” He breathed. He gestured to the guards. “Take this one to my private dungeon, she’ll serve me better locked up there than with the other rabble.” He released my head, and I felt it slump to my chest. He stood up and walked away, a chuckle in his throat.
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