The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)
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				Title: <strong>The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 14:34:46</strong>
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				The trap had closed around his leg. It hurt.<br><br>He could hear the wargs approach, howling and barking. On their backs, there were beastriders; horrible humanoid creatures that feasted on the meat of his kin. He was armed though. And his bow and his sword would kill several of them, before they could kill him. He'd die brave and strong.<br><br>His body was powerful, not too large, but muscular with four fast legs. Dark brown, almost black of color, with an attractive shine. His tale was long and black. His humanoid torso stood broadshouldered, quite dark of skin. he had a proud face with hair on his head that matched his tale. His eyes were green like the forest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 00:43:04</strong>
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				Fenna was wandering through the woods near her farm searching for berries when she heard the commotion coming from deeper within the forest.&nbsp; She made instantly to run away in fear, for all the good it would do her.&nbsp; She lived alone on the farm, her husband having died the previous winter before giving her any children.&nbsp; It was all she could do to the keep the house livable, and provide enough food for herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had had several suitors since his death, as the land she owned was not insignificant...to say nothing of the fact that she was still a beautiful young woman in her early 20s.&nbsp; But she was not yet ready to remarry...the loss of her beloved was still too raw in her heart.&nbsp; &nbsp;So the poachers had taken advantage of the situation to sow the woods of her property with traps for the local wildlife, and there was little she could do to stop them.<br><br>As she ran, she glimpsed a shape moving between the trees.&nbsp; &nbsp;She froze solid when she saw the large creature, hoping that it had not see her yet.&nbsp; To her surprise, it was not making any moves.....either towards her or away from her.&nbsp; In fact, from what little she could see, its attention was focused solely on the direction of the crashing noises coming from further away.&nbsp; At this point her curiosity got the better of her, and she crept closer to where the creature waited.&nbsp; As she peered around a tree, she let out a gasp at the sight of the centaur trapped in the cruel contraction left on the forest floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 12:51:52</strong>
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				His name was Rastaban, and he would soon be dead. At least, that was the way it appeared.<br><br>His keen senses told him that someone was moving towards him from the other side. A human. He quickly dismissed it as a threat, but under normal circumstances he would have hidden before she saw him. He didn't dispise humankind as he did the beastriders, but his race of centaurs were wild and shy and reclusive. Humans with their cities and their machinery and their armies, were a threat to all that. But they could be reasoned with, and he knew they could be compassionate. This wargs and their riders were evil through and through.<br><br>He drew his bow and fired several arrows at the approaching beasts, felling one after another. But they were so many. A few slingshots flew back at him, most missing, but a few scoring hits on his body; bruising and bloodying him. Then the nearest ones charged with their spears. Rastaban drew his own long curved blade from the back of his humanoid torso, preparing to defend himself as best he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:24:02</strong>
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				Fenna quickly jump back behind the tree as an arrow thunked into a nearby tree.&nbsp; Before doing so, she caught a glimpse of the fearsome creatures that had burst into the clearing to confront the snared centaur.&nbsp; She was in serious trouble now, she knew.&nbsp; There was no way she could escape the beastmen and their fearsome wolves if she were try to run.&nbsp; &nbsp;They would surely run her down easily if she made to escape.&nbsp; &nbsp;And if the centaur's treatment at the hands of the creatures would be grim, hers would be much worse...he only had death to fear, unlike the brutal, repeated raping she would face if caught.&nbsp; Like it or not, her fate was in the hands of the equine warrior just as surely as his own was.&nbsp; She peered back around the tree once more to watch the battle, her heart sinking at the odds she saw there.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 12:14:45</strong>
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				Rastaban reared, kicking at the wargs with his strong limbs. His humanoid hands lashed down with the sword, slicing into one of the creatures with enough force to carve down from his shoulder into his belly. A spatter of blood flew from his blade as he pulled it back to swing it in a wide circle at his next attacker.<br><br>The riders attacked the centaur with big axes. He managed to avoid and parry their first few attacks. A warg claw sliced into his abdomen, drawing blood. But the creature was killed a second later by Rastaban's sharp blade.<br><br>After a little while, there were only three attackers left. But the centaur loooked exhausted. They circled him while he tried to keep an eye on all of them at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 13:53:49</strong>
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				She cringed at the sight of the carnage that was taking place in front of her.&nbsp; Blood and gore were flying everywhere, so fast at times it was difficult to tell who's it was.&nbsp; The centaur was absolutely covered in it, so it was near impossible to tell how badly injured he was, but she could tell by his motions that even if he wasn't hurt very badly, he was rapidly losing strength from his exertions.&nbsp; Even when he had whittled their number down to a mere trio, things still looked grim as he could barely raise his blade.&nbsp; And these three beastmen were fresher and smarter than their companions.&nbsp; They had bided their time while their comrades had bore the brunt of the centaur's fury.&nbsp; Now they moved in for the kill.<br><br>Fenna knew she had to do something, or the trapped warrior was still likely to fall.&nbsp; She looked around her feet and picked up as small rock laying between them.&nbsp; She cringed at what she was about to do, but still drew back her arm and let the stone fly.&nbsp; Her aim was true, and the rock landed solidly betwen the shoulder blades of one of the beastmen.&nbsp; It was far too small to do any damage to him, however, and he only turned toward her enraged.&nbsp; She let out a scream as he turned toward her and charge, intent on riding her down...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 14:26:43</strong>
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				Rastaban who, unlike the monsters, knew the human was there - used the divertion to strike again. He killed one of them, and enaged in a fight with the other. The blade and axe clung hard against each other several times, while the third monster continued to charge the human female. Finally, Rastaban kicked the monster down and trampled over him, crushing his skull.<br><br>He was still caught in the trap and couldn't follow the last beast as it headed towards the human. All he could do was fire his last arrow. It was at long range. The target was woming. There were friendlies nearby. He pulled...and it flew...and flew and flew....<br><br>The beast collapsed to the ground, entirely dead! Sending its rider flying over it, breaking his neck against one of the large trees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 14:40:19</strong>
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				Fenna wasn't able to see the first of the two beastmen fall at the hands of the centaur warrior.&nbsp; He gaze was fixed on the rider charging down on her.&nbsp; Just as it was about to run her over, she closed her eyes and waited for what she knew was her impending death.&nbsp; At least it would be quick, she though.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it never came.&nbsp; And instant before it struck, she heard a squeal from the wolflike creature as the arrow ended its life, sending its rider flying to his death as well.&nbsp; They still had momentum from their charge however, and the dead warg struck her a glancing blow...sending her falling on her rear to the forest floor.<br><br>She sat there for a moment, shaking off the dizziness the collision had caused.&nbsp; She looked down at herself in amazement.&nbsp; &nbsp;She appeared to be remarkably unharmed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was sure to have a bruise on her shoulder where the beast had struck her, but the most important thing was, she was alive and in one piece.&nbsp; She looked up and realized the centaur was in nowhere near as good a shape as she was.&nbsp; Rising back to her feet, she slowly approached where the centaur still stood wearily, his leg still immobilized by the poacher's trap...not wanting to startle him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 14:46:28</strong>
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				Rastaban stood still on all four legs, one of them obviously still caught in the trap. His head was bowed. The only thing moving was the slow rise of his chest and the light sway of his tail. He had dropped all his weapons, leaving only his quiver and the sheath to his blade, strapped to his back with a thick leather band across his muscled chest.<br><br>He looked up at the human female. "That was foolish... and brave. I thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 15:03:15</strong>
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				Fenna blushed at his gratitude.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shrugged, "I had to do something.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were going to kill you, and then would have come after me next."&nbsp; She shivered again at the thought of what might have happened had she been captured by the now dead beastmen.<br><br>She looked down and saw the teeth of the trap biting deeply into the centaur's leg.&nbsp; "Oh no.&nbsp; Let me help you with that....."&nbsp; &nbsp;She knelt down by his side began to pry at the trap.&nbsp; "Stupid poachers," she muttered as she pulled at it, trying to force it open.&nbsp; Finally, it sprang loose and freed the trapped hoof.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the blades of the contraption had bit deep, and blood began to flow freely from the wound.<br><br>She looked up at the centaur and realized he didn't appear to possess any cloth for a bandage.&nbsp; Other than his leather sheath and weapons, he didn't seem to have anything at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;She realized that the only suitable material available was in her own clothing.&nbsp; &nbsp;The way the injury was bleed, she knew she had to do something fast, or he would likely pass out from loss of blood.&nbsp; So she began to tug and rip at her dress.&nbsp; She began to blush as the material came away and she realized how much of her shapely legs she was going to be showing.&nbsp; But she kept going, and quickly applied to the torn dress to his leg to try and stop the bleeding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 15:15:14</strong>
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				The wound to his leg, where the trap had been, was not the only one. Although it was the one bleeding the most at the moment. He also had a some gashes along his back, on the underside and up along his humanoid torso.<br><br>A result of him being unclothed, was that his sexual organ was exposed on his underside, which was quite obvious when knealing down to bandage his wounded rear leg. It was neither like a horse's limb, nor entirely like a man's. But more a mixture of them both; very long and thick with veins running along the dark length up to a partially hooded head; although the skin was like his torso, lighter of color than his dark horse-like body.<br><br>When his hoof was free, he tried to step lightly on it, but couldn't. He kept it raised a little for now, keeping his weight on his other three legs.<br><br>He looked at the woman, somewhat intrigued by her. All the centaur females were undressed and they advertised their availabilty by strong scents and visibly swollen sexes. Humans were so... secret. But mating was not on his mind at all right now. He just concentrated on keeping conscious, letting her help him and forgetting about his pride for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 21:44:37</strong>
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				After working with it for a few moments, Fenna finally managed to get the cloth from her dress firmly wrapped around his injured leg.&nbsp; For the time being, it appeared that the worst of the bleeding was stopped...but the bandage was most certainly going to require changing and soon.&nbsp; As she worked, she noticed another rather severe gash along his underbelly.&nbsp; Being a farmwife, she was no stranger to equine anatomy, and realized how close tending this wound would put her to his penis.&nbsp; Still, it needed to be treated, so she moved underneath him and applied the last of her torn dress to the deep cut.&nbsp; She had to be extremely careful as she worked, lest her wrist brush up against his manhood.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally though, the wound was cleaned, and she was able to move away with a sigh of relief.<br><br>As she stood up, she blushed anew as she saw that the tattered remnants of her dress barely covered her to mid-thigh.&nbsp; Yet he still had a couple more injuries that needed attending.&nbsp; Looking away, she began to tear at her blouse, revealing her slim midriff.&nbsp; As she began to tend to his torso, she finally mustered the courage to speak.&nbsp; "Are.....are you going to be ok?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 10:17:53</strong>
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				Rastaban was not used being touched like this. Especially not by a human. He had hardly seen a human up close. Their females were so different than his own kin. From the waist up, they were obviously much the same. Female centaur's were perhaps a little more muscled and the did not cover their breasts. He was so used to seeing the females naked that he hardly ever reacted to it; apart from when they were in heat. <br><br>But this female was being attractive from the fact the she was covered; something that puzzled the centaur. And when she tore more and more from her outfit, it was like she undressed for him, but still keeping her secret.&nbsp; And, as he didn't know if she was in heat, and probably due to the pain and loss of blood, his manhood barely hardened at all. He was glad. Making advances at a female that was not in heat, was shamefull.<br><br>"I will live." He replied. "But...I am thirsty. Do you know of a well or a stream nearby? I have seldom travelled in these parts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 23:33:25</strong>
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				Fenna stepped back and examined her work.&nbsp; It appears that the worst of the bleeding had been staunched, although some minor cuts and bruises on the centaur that would probably need some attention eventually.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now the the worst of the danger was past, the fact that she was now half naked began to intrude on her consciousness.&nbsp; &nbsp;She began to blush again under his intense gaze.&nbsp; Fidgeting, she tugged down on the remains of her dress and blouse..doing everything she could to keep herself covered.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded at his question.&nbsp; "The well at my farm is probably the closest.&nbsp; It's not that far, but it is a little bit of a walk."&nbsp; She looked down pointedly at his leg.&nbsp; "Are you going to be ok to walk there, or should I go fetch a bucket for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 10:55:16</strong>
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				Rastaban noticed the female was getting warmer, in spite of undressing. "I think I can walk for a bit. Do you... live alone there? I don't want to meet other humans." He walked along her side, limping a little. "My name is Rastaban the younger, of the Crescent Moon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 13:20:47</strong>
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				She began to walk back through the woods towards her home, staying close by his side to offer assistance should he stumble and need support.&nbsp; Tears began to well in her eyes at his question at the memory of her lost husband.<br><br>"Yes, I live alone there," she replied quietly.&nbsp; "My husband died of an illness late last year."&nbsp; She shook her head, not wanting to dwell on the past.&nbsp; &nbsp;"My name is Fenna.&nbsp; Thank you, Rastaban, for saving me...I owe you my life.&nbsp; I've heard horrid things about those beasts.&nbsp; I would not have wanted to be captured by them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 13:48:23</strong>
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				"I am sorry." Rastaban said. "Life in these parts must be hard without a male and without a tribe. You're obviously a strong woman."<br><br>He paused, thinking about what she had said. "You are right. I've seen females captured by the beastriders. They breed with them, by force. Sometimes it looks like they've even let their wargs at them."<br><br>He looked at her again. "I have no experience with human females, but your torso is much like my kin, and you seem very... well shaped. I can't see why you shouldn't be able to attract another mate. Do your laws forbid it? Or have you maybe not been in heat this year?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 14:25:38</strong>
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				Fenna shrugged.&nbsp; "You are right.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had been very difficult learning to live without my husband.&nbsp; But I am learning to get by," she said.<br><br>She shivered at his graphic assessment at what her fate would have been at the hands of the beastmen.&nbsp; "Yes, I've heard that story as well," she said quietly.&nbsp; "There was a girl from a nearby village a few years ago who was captured by them, but managed to escape after a couple of days.&nbsp; &nbsp;She never spoke a single word when she returned about what had happened to her, but after several weeks, it became very obvious that she was pregnant.&nbsp; &nbsp;She.....killed herself before the baby was born....."<br><br>Fenna blushed at his frank assessment of her body, and began to subconsciously pull at her torn dress once more.&nbsp; "I....um....thank you...." she stammered.&nbsp; "I could remarry if I wish it....but I have not found anyone yet."&nbsp; &nbsp;She blushed even harder at his last question....it had been several months since she had last lain with her husband.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 14:39:17</strong>
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				The centaur winced, as some low branches made him bend a little, tearing at his wounds. He was obviously in some pain and he was rather pale.<br><br>"In my tribe," he continued their conversation. "Should any female be available, the males would be competing for her attention. Often, one strong male will mate with several females. I am surprised you do not have suitors at your door. But I can understand how humans might have a longer period of mourning, I suppose."<br><br>He kept an eye out for dangers along the path. For now, at least, it seemed they were safe. Eventually, they seemed to reach something of a small homestead, but Rastaban let the woman lead the way. This was her place, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 14:54:55</strong>
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				She was quiet for several moments, deep in thought as they walked.&nbsp; "I will have to take a suitor...probably sooner than later.&nbsp; I can't run this place alone forever," she said quietly as the forest opened up on to her farm.&nbsp; "Pretty much all of them are much older men....after me for my property...or for other things a young trophy bride can give.&nbsp; &nbsp;Most young men here don't have much interest in widows, no matter how young they are..."<br><br>She looked over at him, and noticed that he was very much laboring in his stride.&nbsp; She needed to get him some place he could rest and fast.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no way he would be able to able to fit comfortably into her house, but the stable was still in relatively good shape.&nbsp; &nbsp;So it was in that direction she led him.&nbsp; "Wait here," she said, looking around and grabbing a pail.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I will be right back with your water."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 15:05:02</strong>
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				Rastaban stood in front of the building. He slowly removed the weapons off his back while he waited for the woman to return, but leaving them nearby. Curious, he looked at the main house and the other small sheds. This was a large place for just one small human. His tribe were hunters obviously. They fed off the land and had never done any farming.<br><br>When she returned with a bucket of water, Rastaban brought it to his lips. He gulped down a lot, <br>even if some spilled down his chin and chest. The remaining half of the bucket he splashed over his back, washing down some grime and dried blood.<br><br>"Thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 04:01:50</strong>
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				Fenna strained under the weight of the water in carrying the bucket fully laden back from the well.&nbsp; She wasn't a large woman by any means, and it took all the strength she had to get the pail back to where Rastaban waited.&nbsp; &nbsp;Out of breath, she set the bucket down before him.&nbsp; "Here you go," she said.&nbsp; The difference in strength between the two of them was immediately apparent as he easily picked the bucket up with one hand and began to drink from it.<br><br>As he drank, she moved back along his flanks to check some of the cuts he had received there.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was therefore a complete surprise to her when he tossed the water over his back, splashing off of him and taking her full in the face and chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;She spluttered in shock as the cold water doused her completely.&nbsp; As she shook the water out of her face, she happened to look down.&nbsp; The water had totally soaked the remnant of her blouse, causing it to become plastered to the curve of her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also, the blouse being a light beige color was almost completely transparent.&nbsp; She quickly flushed bright red, and covered herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 10:40:41</strong>
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				Rastaban shook the water off his body, sending more cool water splashing in every direction. He eased the pail to the ground, then turned his head to look at the woman.<br><br>"Oh." he had caused Fenna to become wet. The result was that she almost appeared to be naked. "I am sorry. I am not used to be around people with clothing. I didn't mean to make you wet and cold."<br><br>He couldn't take his eyes off her. It was part curiosity at her anatomy, and part lust at the sight of her easily recognizible female parts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 14:11:36</strong>
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				Fenna shivered from the cold of the water as it ran off her shoulders and out of her hair.&nbsp; She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself as best she could.&nbsp; She wanted to bolt to the house to change clothes, but something kept her rooted in place.&nbsp; "Its not your fault.&nbsp; I should have been paying attention," she murmured.&nbsp; Curious, she asked, "Your women don't wear clothing?&nbsp; Not even over their....you know?"<br><br>She looked up and noticed his frank stare, causing her to blush even deeper.&nbsp; She had been subjected to some of the lecherous glares of some of the old men of the village since her husband's death.&nbsp; &nbsp;But this was the first truly hungry appraisal she had endured in quite some time.&nbsp; She should have been embarrassed...but instead she felt tingly for some reason.&nbsp; If she didn't know better, she would say she was enjoying his look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 15:02:12</strong>
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				Rastaban was indeed reacting to what he saw, even if the signals were mixed and confusing. His manhood was slowly growing big and hard. "Yes... the females are naked. But men are not really attracted physically to them, when they aren't in heat. And you are...very difficult to read. For me at least. Your signals may be more apparant to another human. I seem to be reacting... almost as if you were in heat, even if I'm not sure. Does that make any sense?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 14:44:48</strong>
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				Fenna looked down as he spoke, and noticed his very obvious growing arousal.&nbsp; She tried not to stare, but she found it hard to take her eyes of his rather large manhood now that her attention had been drawn to it. <br><br>She fumbled around for a response to his question for a moment.&nbsp; "I...think so.&nbsp; With humans, we send out signals as well, I guess.&nbsp; But we don't necessarily have to be in heat to have sex.&nbsp; If the man and woman are attracted to each other, well....it just happens...."&nbsp; Her face was completely flushed now.&nbsp; How the conversation had moved in this direction, Fenna didn't know.&nbsp; She was normally a very shy, quiet woman...and this was probably the most frank conversation about sex she had ever had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 12:30:20</strong>
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				"I... understand" Rastaban said. His eyes were on her body, seeing her pink nipples very visibly through the wet fabric of her clothing, as well as her hips and the outline of her sex. His horse legs moved a little, as if he was restless or excited. "I'm sorry." he finally said, looking away. "I didn't mean to stare. You are very attractive. And I am very impolite, intruding on your hospitality with these questions. Not to mention making you all wet and cold." He smiled and looked into her eyes. "My apologies."<br><br>In spite of his apologies, he was fully hard now. His cock stood long and thick between his horse legs. It had thick veins running along the length to the purplish cock head, that was almost fully exposed from its skin. It stood almost parallel to his body, although its weight pulled it down a little towards the tip.<br><br>"Would you mind...if I rested here for the night? I may be be in better shape to continue my journeys tomorrow. I'll be fine in your stables, or just outside, under the stars."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 13:11:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna's eyes didn't know where to look in the presence of the visibly excited centaur.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn't turn away, as that would be rude.&nbsp; &nbsp;But if she were to look him in the face, she felt as if he were devouring her....his eyes visibly undressing her in his mind.&nbsp; If she tried to looked down, she found her eyes drawn to his now sizable erection.&nbsp; In spite of herself, she found that she quite enjoyed the attention.&nbsp; In fact, she made no further effort to hide her exposed shape through the wet clothing any more.&nbsp; "Thank you," she murmured, "and I don't mind.&nbsp; I would like to hear more about your people."<br><br>She looked up at him and nodded.&nbsp; "Of course you can stay here.&nbsp; For as long as you would like.&nbsp; I just feel bad that I can't invite you inside the house, but I fear the ceilings would be far to low for you.&nbsp; Is there anything I can do for you to make you more comfortable?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 13:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That blanket will suffice." Rastaban said, motioning for the hide hanging over the barn door. It seemed to come from a big bear, perhaps something Fenna's late husband had felled. "I usually don't lie down very much, but I think I would like to rest my legs for a little while." He smiled. She didn't seem insulted by his obvious display of desire, although he noticed her looking at it. Where they both attracted to each other? Or was this just some kind of confusion of mixed signals? In any case, they were two lonely people looking for some company.<br><br>He lay down on the blanket, not nearly as clumsy as a normal horse would do the same. He was almost on his side, facing the woman. His torso rested on his hand. "Are you cold?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 13:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna nodded and quickly walked over to retrieve the old hide blanket.&nbsp; &nbsp;She handed it to him,while stepping back as he spread it over the ground and settled to the ground on it.&nbsp; She couldn't help but notice how his manhood bounced and moved as he lay down, and how visibly exposed it was as he lay on his side.&nbsp; She swallowed and forced herself to look back at his face.<br><br>No sooner than he asked if she were cold, did a draft work its way into the stables.&nbsp; She couldn't help but shiver as the cool air flowed across her skin, goosebumps forming on her pale skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;More noticeably, her nipples began to poke out more prominently through the remains of her still wet blouse.&nbsp; "Now that you mention it, I guess it is a little cool in here.&nbsp; Do you need me to make you a fire?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 13:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, thank you, Fenna" Rastaban shook his human-like head. "I am not cold, but you seem to be. May I offer you the warmth of my body? If you would lie close to me, I think you will find out much heat I radiate."<br><br>"If you would like to take the wet clothes off, I wouldn't be offended or take advantage of you in any way." He reassured her. "Perhaps you need to get yourself some other clothes..." It was obvious that he enjoyed her bare sensuality and didn't really want her to put more clothes on again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 13:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In virtually any other situation, Fenna would have slapped out of hand any man who had so casually asked her to take her clothes off for him.&nbsp; But this giant of a centaur had cast some sort of spell over her.&nbsp; She didn't know whether it was the extremely intense experience they had just shared that had left her emotionally off balance....whether somewhere deep inside herself, she felt like she owed him a debt for saving her life....or whether so many months alone had left her vulnerable to the advances of a handsome creature like Rastaban.&nbsp; &nbsp;So after contemplating his offer for a moment, she found herself almost involuntarily taking a step or two toward him, her hands moving to the remaining buttons on her torn blouse....<br><br>Her cheeks flushing bright red in modesty, she unfastened her blouse and slid it off her shoulders...revealing herself openly to him.&nbsp; She still possessed a young woman's breasts, firm and high on her chest with small pink nipples that pointed slightly upward in the cool air of the stable.&nbsp; She was not overly large in size...one of Rastaban's large hands would have easily been able to enclose one of the tits.&nbsp; She then hooked the thumbs in the waist of her tattered dressed and pulled it down along with her underwear, and stepped lightly out of them.&nbsp; As she stood back up, she subconsciously slid her hands to cover herself, but not before Rastaban was able to catch a glimpse of her fur covered sex.&nbsp; She stood before him, now completely naked for only the second man in her life...still young and beautiful.&nbsp; "Where would you like me to sit," she asked quietly.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 13:47:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban looked at the woman undress, but in a respectful way. He found her beautiful and sensual. He didn't really know if it was wrong to think of a human like this, but he did, and he didn't care. He didn't know what to say and could only use pictures common in the lives of his kin, hoping they made sense to her. "You are as statuesque as the northern mountains. You are brave as the monsoon wind. And you are beautiful as the last light of day."<br><br>He took her hand in his and led her to sit next to him, just below his front legs, that were tucked in under his body. When she sat like this, on her side with her legs down along his side, his head was only slightly higher up than hers. His lower body was curled in a semi-circle around her, and he pulled her close. His hands were on her bare arms. "Oh dear, you really are cold."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 14:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna walked over to him slowly, and extended her hand to him.&nbsp; As she sank to the blanket beneath him, she made a modest effort to keep her lower extremities covered.&nbsp; She looked away as he spoke to her, her eyes slightly wet with tears.&nbsp; "Thank you," she whispered.&nbsp; "Its been a long time since anyone has recited any poetry to me.&nbsp; Not since my husband died..."<br><br>As he moved around to semi encircle her, the thought crossed her mind that she was completely at the great centaur's mercy now.&nbsp; Whatever he wanted from her, was there for the taking.&nbsp; And there was little she could do to stop him.&nbsp; But the thought passed quickly, and she realized she wouldn't mind a little taking.&nbsp; She leaned slight against him and shivered slightly.&nbsp; "A little cold yes.&nbsp; But I think the encounter with the beastmen is setting in a little too...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 14:59:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban was obviously still excited by the naked female, which his massive erection was a testament to.&nbsp; Still, he had promised not to take advantage of her; something he figured included stretching their gratitude for having saved each other's lives to something more; something she might regret later on.<br><br>"It will fade." He said. "The fear will fade until it is but a distant notion. His pulled her closer still and his strong hands moved up and down the bare parts of her skin on her arms and back, rubbing more warmth into her.<br><br>For once he felt very exposed, laying erect like this. His massive limb sometimes seemed even to shift on its own, throbbing with life like a thick snake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 15:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna closed her eyes and let herself relax against his warm body.&nbsp; &nbsp;It felt good to be next to someone again, to feel their subtle movements against her skin as he shifted position.&nbsp; She sighed, and his strong hands stroked her back and arms restoring a semblance of warmth to her chilled body.&nbsp; She nodded at his advice as he spoke.&nbsp; "I hope so.&nbsp; I've never had to fight like that before."<br><br>As he continued to rub down the sides of her back, she turned to ask Rastaban a question.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her movement had and unintended effect however.&nbsp; As she turned, his hand as he massaged her was in the proper to press softly against her breast.&nbsp; She quickly closed her mouth, her question lost to his touch.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't move away from him however.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 12:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban's large, strong hand cupped the bare breast. He could feel the hard nipple inside his palm, and the cool, soft skin against his rough fingers. He kneaded it very lightly, then pulled his hand away.<br><br>"I'm...sorry." He said, hoarsly. "I didn't mean to... I've never felt like this. Tell me to stop, or tell me to stay. I can't deny my feelings, but I won't betray my word. And your human signals are...unfamiliar to me. Tell me...do you want me to...touch you. Would you...like me to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 13:18:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna sighed as the centaur's large hand closed over her breast. She closed her eyes and leaned back into his body as he slowly began to stroke her, the feel of his roughened palm sliding against her hardened nipple sending shivers coursing through her body.&nbsp; Long, lonely nights spent in her bedroom with only herself for pleasure held nothing compared to this innocent, probing touch, and she shivered slightly at the ecstasy even this one small touch of his hand was giving her.<br><br>Perhaps it was the shiver that confused him, but Fenna looked up at Rastaban in confusion as he pulled his hand away from her.&nbsp; She smiled softly at his confused words, and looked away modestly.&nbsp; But while doing so, she reached down and took his hand....pulling it back up to cup her breast once more.&nbsp; "I would like it....if you touched me," she whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 09:56:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban touched her Fenna's breast somewhat hesitatingly at first. Then, more firmly. His other was on her soft naked back, stroking her and holding her close to him. He leaned in, feeling her breath on his cheek. And he gently kissed her chin, then a little higher at the corner of her mouth, and her cheek, and finally gracing her lips with his own. His hand kneaded her breast more firmly, the nipple sliding in between two fingers. And the kissing grew more passionate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:23:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna arched her back slightly, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand as he began to stroke her.&nbsp; She pressed her side more tightly against his warm body.&nbsp; Placing her hand on his equine back, she began to run her fingers through the short hair on his flank as she tilted her head up to meet his kiss.&nbsp; The passion of their embrace began to take her breath away, and her chest began to heave slightly under Rastaban's expert fingers.&nbsp; She opened her mouth against his, tentatively extending her tongue to run it along his sweet lips.&nbsp; All trace of a chill has fled her body, as Rastaban's hold over her began to grow ever more hungry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban's kisses were deep and passionate, but not forceful. His tongue met her in a sensual way, exploring this most intimate of touches. Her breast in his hand met more force. Rastaban was a little worried he had kneaded it too hard or tweaked her nipple too much, that pain would overshadow her pleasure. It was just so soft and delicate under his rough fingers.<br><br>The hand on her back reached further down, sliding over the curve of her waist and outwards again over her hip, thigh and bottom. This was the part of her anatomy that was most different from what he was used to. But he found he liked it very much. <em>Very </em> much. He firmly squeezed her behind. <br><br>Her touch on his side felt very good. His massive manhood throbbed and jerked; a clear drop appearing at the tip. He kissed his way down her neck now, lifting the breast slightly to reach it with his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 13:27:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna moaned softly into his kiss as Rastaban's hand began to trace its way down the small of her back.&nbsp; She extended her tongue more boldly now, dancing it around his own as she slid it between his lips and into his mouth proper...her lips pressing hungrily against his in the process.&nbsp; She moved herself even more tightly into his embrace as the hand moved lowered and began to caress its way over her hip and onto her ass.&nbsp; She shivered in pleasure as she felt the squeeze of his strong fingers over her firm curves.<br><br>As his began to move his kisses downward, she eased up on her knees before him, allowing him easier access with both his roaming mouth and exploring hand on her bottom.&nbsp; Her own hand traced its way up the small of his back, to where the junction of his human and equine halves met.&nbsp; As her fingers began to run over the hard muscles of his human back, she let her fingernails run lightly over his bare skin.&nbsp; She lifted her other hand and ran through the hair on the back of his head as he took her breast into his mouth.&nbsp; She laid her head back slightly and sighed, pulled his head against her as he began to suckle at her tit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 13:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The centaur lapped and sucked at the woman's breasts; hungrily and eagerly. He playfully bit at the nipple that continued to grow harder between his lips. Then he shifted to the other breast. Was there a more beautiful thing on the female anatomy? <br><br>His other hand tried to find out. He kneaded her behind roughly, sliding it across her hip and around to her belly. Her entire body was so smooth and soft; Rastaban wasn't used to it at all. The hand slid downwards to her bare sex, finding her hairy mound, her outer lips and the wet slit between them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 13:53:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna traced her hand around his side and over his hard abdomen as his lapping at her breast became more insistent.&nbsp; She slid her fingers upwards and began to trace circles around his own nipples as his teeth tugged playfully at her own rock hard ones standing erect on her breasts...though now not from the chill but from the pleasure he was giving her. <br><br>She let out a sharp gasp as his roaming hand became more bold, and moved around to her front and downwards.&nbsp; For a centaur who had never touched a human woman before, he seemed to know just where to touch her to send shivers racing all throughout her body.&nbsp; She pressed her hips against him, as his strong digits slid their way through her pubic hair and began to explore her sex.&nbsp; Her breathing became rather labored, he began his explorations...his fingers stroking her softly, pressing deeper between her labia and spreading them with each pass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 14:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban's fingers were getting wet and he could easily pick up her scent. He was quite certain she was in heat now; or the human equivalent of it. He let go over her breasts and kissed his way back up her neck, feeling her hard nipples glide against his firm abdomen and chest. Two of his fingers slid into her depths while his thumb slid back and forth in front of her entrance. She was so tight, he wondered if mating between a human female and a centaur male was even possible at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 14:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not since her husband had Fenna been touched like this, and she found her body responding even more rapidly as his touch became more probing.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wrapped her arms around the centaur's neck and pressed her breasts against his strong chest as she felt his two fingers open her and penetrate her sex.&nbsp; They became her main support as his digits began to move in and out of her now wet pussy, making her weak in the knees.&nbsp; She began to grind her hips against his hand as his thumb began tease her clit, her hard nipples rubbing against his as she moved.&nbsp; She leaned in and nippled lightly on one of his ears, breathing hotly over his lobes.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh goddess...." she moaned softly against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 11:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The centaur brought the fingers up to his mouth and tasted them. The scent and taste lingered on his lips while he pushed them back into her. "I want you." He whispered. "I hunger for you. I have a thirst for you."<br><br>He kissed her again. "I want to taste you. I want to taste your sex." He looked to the side where there was a chair against the wall. "Stand...there. Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 13:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna whimpered quietly as she felt Rastaban remove his digits from between her nether lips, not wanting to the lose the glorious feeling of his fingers probing inside her.&nbsp; She continued to rub her breasts against his chest as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and savored her juices.&nbsp; She listened to his words and looked over to where he pointed, nodding bashfully.&nbsp; She reluctantly broke contact with his touch, and turned to walk over to the chair...giving him a good view of her firm ass.&nbsp; &nbsp;Carefully, she climbed up onto the old chair and turned to face him, feeling as if she were on a pedestal for him to view and admire.&nbsp; <br><br>Her husband had always been very reticent to take his mouth to her sex.&nbsp; He had been an ardent lover otherwise, but Fenna couldn't remember more than once or twice where he had been willing to pleasure her that way.&nbsp; So she whispered quietly to the giant centaur as he approached, "You don't have to, if you don't want to...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 12:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban smiled; a mixture of lust and mischief crossing his face. "I know."<br><br>He put his strong hands on her hips, then made her turn back around and bend over. Her bare sex came to view underneath her shapely ass, between her soft thighs. He put his hands on her bottom; thumbs right where the cheeks turned into inner thighs, parting them lightly. Her inner folds came to view betwen those full outer lips He leaned in to let his tongue slide along the slit; tasting her fully. It was heavenly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 15:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna's face flushed heatedly as the big centaur placed his hands on her hips and slowly spun her around.&nbsp; &nbsp;The with a firm hand against the small of her back, he pushed her torso downward causing her to bend forward.&nbsp; She balanced herself by placing one hand against the stable wall, her ass pushed out prominently.&nbsp; She shivered slightly as she felt his fingers on her skin once more, sliding up the soft skin of her inner thighs to her nether lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;A moan of pleasure escaped her as she felt his tongue sliding against her sex for the first time.&nbsp; &nbsp;She began to rock slightly with each pass of his lips against her slit, her breasts swaying beneath her.&nbsp; It was unlike anything she had felt before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 13:10:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban fond the visual display in front of him - as well as the stimulation to his other senses - quite formidable. The sexual organs of female women were so small, so delicate and so sensual.<br><br>He lapped across her slit, lightly sucking the inner folds and hooded clit, finding it engorged and protruding. He drew a random trail with his tongue over those wet, fleshy bits then sliding his tongue back to actually enter her depths. She was wet, but still so tight he couldn't imagine how he could take her with his own manhood; even if he knew human females gave birth to living babies.<br><br>He licked forward again, while two of his fingers sought her silk sheath, entering her slowy but firmly - then going in and out in a steady motion while his mouth pleasured the area in front of them. His other hand roamed over her bare behind, kneading it roughly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 13:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna's entire body shook with pleasure at each pass of his tongue through her moist slit.&nbsp; Only her hands bracing herself against the barn's frame kept her from collapsing to the floor in heap as his tongue insinuated itself into her most private place.&nbsp; When he began to tease her clit with his probing organ, bolt of electricity shot all the way up her spine from her sex with each playful lick.&nbsp; &nbsp;She began to moan loudly and continuously as he worked her over with his tongue, leaving no doubt should anyone happen to pass by that this was a woman deep in the throes of ecstacy.<br><br>As she felt his fingers begin to penetrate her pussy once more, her body began to seize up.&nbsp; Her vaginal walls began to squeeze tightly around his probing digits as they slid in and out between her labia.&nbsp; She began to pant breathless as she began to experience her first orgasm with the giant centaur...continuing to press her ass and sex against his fingers and mouth as she did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 13:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The centaur marvelled at the power of the woman's moans. The sounds added to his own extreme lust, that he had yet to satisify directly. Nonetheless, he continued pleasuring Fenna through her climax, even if his own massive cock throbbed between his legs, begging for some stimulation. He played across her exposed clt, and halfway through her peak, he shifted his wet tongue behind his fingers and lapped at her delicate rear entrance. As her moans and breath changed speed and pitch, he slowly stopped - licks turning to kisses all over her round bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 15:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all Fenna could do to remain standing on the chair as the powerful orgasm shook her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;If not for his strong hand surrounding her waist and hips, she was sure she would have collapsed where she stood.&nbsp; As it was, she just stood there shaking in ecstasy as she came, her breasts quivering beneath her.&nbsp; <br><br>As her orgasm subsided, she slowly stood back up and turned face him...letting him drink in her perfect nudity once more.&nbsp; She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek, whispering "Thank you," into his ear.&nbsp; She leaned over an looked down at his throbbing erection for the first time, swallowing deeply at the thought of what was to come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 15:43:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was my pleasure." Rastaban said. "Or maybe ours boths" <br><br>Rastaban looked into the woman's eyes. His gaze trailed down along her beautiful body and up to her face again. He caught her looking at his massive manhood and he smiled.<br><br>"I am yearning for your touch...but don't feel compelled to do something you wouldn't find pleasurable. I'm aware of the fact that the...differences in our anatomy might make certain acts difficult, if not impossible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 14:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna's face already flushed face turned and even deeper shade of red at Rastaban's mention of 'certain acts'.&nbsp; Being a farm wife, she had of course watched horses mate before.&nbsp; &nbsp;So image of herself on her hands and knees as the centaur attempted to mount her was already etched into her mind.&nbsp; She found the potential somewhat exciting.&nbsp; "I am willing to try for you," she spoke quietly.<br><br>She placed her hand on his shoulder for support as she stepped down from the chair.&nbsp; Slowly, she walked along his side, her hand trailing along through his short hair as she moved.&nbsp; Once she reached his rear legs, she gently knelt down beside him, putting her face on a level with his throbbing erection for the first time.&nbsp; She swallowed again as she surveyed his manhood from up close.&nbsp; It was easily twice the size of the only other cock she had known intimately, her husband's.&nbsp; She experienced a little trepidation at the thought of taking this massive member inside her, but she resolved that she was not going to back down now.&nbsp; It would be an extreme disservice to him after the gift he had just given her.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached up, and gently touched his penis with her hand for the first time....feeling it quiver at her caress as she ran her fingers slowly down its length.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 10:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The huge, smooth cock was throbbing with lust. Clear drops were seeping out from the tip. Rastaban exhaled deeply with satisfaction, as Fenna touched it. "That feels good." He whispered. One hand tightened to a fist while the other rested hard against the wall; the movement continuing upwards until all the muscles on his male torso and abdomen were bulging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 13:45:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As her fingers continued to move along his manhood, Fenna gradually extended them until she encircled the girth of his penis within her grip.&nbsp; Slowly, she began to stroke his throbbing erection, her fingers tightening against him with each pass of her hand.&nbsp; As she continued to pleasure him with her hand, she inched closer to him until his sizable member was on a level with her face.&nbsp; She admired it for a moment, enjoying the feel of it as she slid her hand slowly up and down its considerable length.&nbsp; With one last deep breath, she moved in even closer...extending her tongue and lightly licking the underside of his cockhead.&nbsp; She trailed her tongue upwards over its tip, tasting the droplets that were beginning to seep from within his member.&nbsp; Savoring the taste for just a second, she leaned in even further, planting a firm kiss on the end of his member before allowing his cock to partially penetrate her wet lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 14:50:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heavens...and all glorious creatures of the wild..." He whispered to himself. It was not custom for centaurs to use hands and mouths on their sexual parts. While it was not a taboo, it was just very impractical. Sex was restricted to the males mounting the females from behind, or to the intimate contact of their humanoid torsos.<br><br>Now he had tasted her, and she was tasting him. And it felt magnificent. "Please..." He begged. "Please don't stop."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>06-12-2008, 15:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna allowed her lips to part slightly and let more of his massive member inside her mouth.&nbsp; She let the head of his cock slide over her tongue as she took more and more of his length between her moist, tightly pressed lips.&nbsp; The reality of just how large he really was began to hit home to her as the tip of his dick began to push against the back of her throat, with still enough of his shaft visible for her to wrap her fist firmly around.&nbsp; The thought that this large cock was soon likely to be penetrating her in other ways was both frightening and exciting to her, and she began slide him in and out between her lips, fucking him with her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 10:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was hard standing still. Rastaban's powerful legs moved uneasy. His tightened fists pressed against the wall; his muscled torso bulging. She would certainly be a sight to behold, although he could see little over his shoulder of how she was treating him. But he could see how her human femininity was enhanced by her crouching position. She was such a beautiful creature. And what she did...felt...utterly sensational.<br><br>"Will you let me...have you. Fully?" He whispered. "Will you let me mount you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 14:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna continued to slide his rock hard penis into her warm, wet mouth for several minutes...keeping her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft with each bob of her head.&nbsp; While her dead husband had been very reticent to perform oral on her, he had rarely missed an opportunity to request the favor from her.&nbsp; It had never really upset her, though.&nbsp; In fact, it had always given her a naughty thrill to perform such a subservient act for him.&nbsp; And now with Rastaban it was no different as she knelt on the floor beneath him with his massive organ in her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>So focused on pleasure him she was, that she almost missed his whispered request.&nbsp; She withdrew him from between her lips and just knelt there for a few moments, quietly contemplating his erection still covered with her saliva.&nbsp; Would such a massive member even fit comfortably inside her?&nbsp; She didn't know how, but she had come to far to stop now.&nbsp; "Yes," she whisper back huskily.&nbsp; "I will try."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 15:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban thought for a moment he was going to cum in Fenna's mouth. Even if he imagined that would have been very erotic , he was also kinda glad that he hadn't. His vast amounts of seed might have offended her, or at best surprised her.<br><br>His head was spinning now and he took a few paces back to let the woman up in front of him. She was going to let him mate with her. Rastaban promised himself he would be gentle; that he would constantly remind himself that she was human, not centaur.<br><br>"You...should stand in front of me....bent over..." He said, his voice trembling with lust. "Or perhaps sit back against something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 15:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenna reluctantly let the centaur withdraw his member from her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Should could tell by the way he was breathing and moving, that his orgasm would not have been that far off.&nbsp; With a small sigh at what that would have been like to taste his seed, she stood up before him and listened quietly as he made his request, her eyes locked on to his as he spoke.<br><br>She walked back over to the chair she had stood on earlier, and moved it to the center of the stable.&nbsp; Turning her back to him, she bent forward to rest her arms on the seat.&nbsp; She blushed slightly at the view of her ass she must be giving Rastaban in that position.&nbsp; Spreading her legs slight to allow him full access to her sex, she waited for him to step forward and mount her with equal amounts of longing and trepidation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur (Hollin and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 15:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rastaban kept as calm as he could, although he wanted to ram his cock forward. Thrusting blindly would surely make him miss at first, but one of his wild stabs would surely hit home and drive into her. But he didn't.<br><br>He steadied himself and moved forward slowly, until he could feel fenna against him. His hands didn't reach his own shaft from this position, and he let her thighs and the cleavage of her bottom help him slid the tip against her wet sex.<br><br>His heart was pounding in his chest and his breath was fast and erratic. Her sex coated the head of his cock with juices and he tryingly pushed forward, changed the angle a little and pushed again. He could feel her opening for him, slowly.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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