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Centaur's Reluctant Mate Ch. 01

byAMY_Monaco©

Thayer watched, hidden by the thickness of trees as the young woman knelt down by a small bush and started to pluck the berries. Her gown was plain, a dull blue against the lush green of the grassy hills. It was a shame her long blonde hair was bound in a braid. It made him itch to run his fingers through it. A woman's hair should flow loosely over her back so that it could catch in the wind.

No matter, once she was a part of his camp, she would keep her hair loose. It was the way of the females.

Just for second, he felt doubt. He knew the people of her village told stories. Stories of how dangerous centaurs were, how they raped their women and pillaged their homes, burning them to the ground, of how they killed mercilessly. How far from the truth, Thayer thought with disgust.

But one thing was true about centaurs. They captured their maidens to take as their mates.

Thayer charged forward, intent upon his target.

Rose barely had time to react to the thundering gallop. As soon as she looked up, she saw a centaur charging for her. Larger than a stallion, his body was covered in chestnut horsehair, yet the human part of him was tanned from the sun, muscled with broad shoulders and thick arms.

His face -- a striking one of chiseled features and deep chestnut brown eyes focused on her as he gained more speed.

Rose's scream was cut off when he scooped her up into his arms. She instinctively fought. Her basket was dropped and she pummeled him with her fists, but to no avail.

"Be still." He demanded, his voice so deep it made her shiver. Fear shot through her. She'd hear the stories of women being taken captive by these creatures, never to be seen again. Raped and then killed, the gossips said.

"Don't hurt me." Her voice shook and she hated it. "Please, let me go!"

"I won't hurt you, Rose." He didn't miss a beat; he just kept on galloping, this time in the direction he came from. She gasped.

"How do you know my name?" But before he could answer, she lifted her fists and started swinging. "Let me go! This is kidnapping!"

"Obviously," He smirked with humor. The man -- centaur -- actually was laughing at her. This only angered her more. But he swung her onto his back and at his speed, she could do nothing but hold on for dear life.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Home."

"My home is in the other direction." She said angrily. He didn't bother to answer.

They traveled a long time, or what seemed to her to be a long time. Through her fear and anger, she was unable to locate where they were exactly. But she did know he led them up toward the mountains into a thick forest across the river. Her captor had slowed down, giving her a chance to think.

She had thought centaurs to be dirty, rough creatures, yet her captor moved with a grace unknown to creatures this size. The hair on his head he work in short waves and for some odd reason, she felt the urge to run her hands through it.

He turned, as if sensing her watching him and grinned. Rose quickly looked away, blushing. The man was too handsome and it irritated her for noticing. He broke into a momentary cantor and the sudden movement rubbed against the apex between her legs. Rose gasped and clutched onto his hard waist. A slow throbbing began between her legs one that was increasing as her captor continued to vary his pace, causing more jerking movements.

She grew strangely wet between her legs and a sudden jolt sent shock waves through her. Her thighs tightened on him and she arched forward. The muscles beneath her hands clenched, as if he too was affected by his actions.

Soon, they arrived into a clearing where dozens of longhouses were scattered.

Rose's back went up when she found herself scrutinized. The blush on her cheeks grew hotter when everyone in the camp started to watch them. There were many human females than she'd guessed, many standing or sitting in groups and whispering to each other now. The others, the centaurs were all male.

Her captor continued into the camp until he stopped in front of an aging centaur with a white beard and weathered face. Though he looked old, he possessed just as many muscles as the younger centaurs.

Rose wasn't sure if to dismount, so she remained where she was. Behind the old man, a female human, with a head of graying hair came out of her long house.

"You bring a human female into our camp, Thayer." The aging centaur said. Thayer, she repeated to herself. Was that her captor's name?

"Aye, Polonius." Thayer said, his chest rising proudly. The aging centaur nodded slowly, eyes searching Rose's, before returning his gaze to Thayer.

"And you achieved it without armor."

"I did."

Rose was confused. Did this mean something?

Polonius nodded again and rested his hand on Thayer's shoulder. "Is she a maiden?"

Rose blushed even redder and Polonius gave her a small smile. "Let her be your mate. You have my blessing. Allow my mate to attend your bride when she is ready."

"Mate?" Rose asked.

Thayer turned toward his home, anxious to get her alone. Their journey back to his camp had been a test of his will. He'd lost count of the times he wanted to stop running and just take her. How he longed to bury his cock inside her warmth. It had been torture to feel her wet pussy rubbing against him and then to hear her soft gasps when she noticed. But she was a maid, he told himself to be patient.

He pushed aside the thick leather covering the entrance of his long house. Rose quickly dismounted and rushed toward the exit, but he grabbed her just in time.

"I want to go home. Let me go!"

His grip was firm on her arm and he brought her close. "This is your home now, my love."

"This is not my home and I am not your love. And I will not be your mate. I could never marry a centaur! It's wrong!" Rose shouted. She saw something flash in Thayer's dark eyes.

"Yet it is a centaur who can make you wet." He said in a low voice. He propped her onto a bed several feet up from the ground so that she lay level to his body. Angered by her words, he tore her gown and the material fell away, leaving her naked before him.

"I could hear every little gasp coming from your lips, my love." He said huskily. "Let us see if it is a centaur who can make you cry out in pleasure."

His kiss was punishing, his lips slanting over hers as she tried to push him away. But it was no use, he was too strong, too big. His tongue invaded her mouth, dueling with hers. Her inexperience only seemed to fuel his desire. One hand cupped her face, holding her to him as he claimed her with his mouth.

He smelled of sandalwood and the forest and something distinctly him. It made her dizzy, confusing her. She shouldn't want this, yet her body reacted to him, wanting him while her mind protested.

Thayer's other hand reached for her breast, filling his hand with her softness. She arched to him, gasping as his thumb brushed against one hard nipple. His kisses descended down her neck, leaving a hot trail on her skin.

"So soft," He murmured. His mouth moved lower and captured a nipple into his mouth, suckling. Rose cried out. He moved between her, rubbing his erect cock against her belly. He knew he was much larger than a human. With that thought, his fingers caressed her inner thighs, soon finding her wet feminine folds.

"No!" Rose gasped, even as she sought to push her hips to him. He spread her legs wider, opening her to him. He slid a finger up and down her wet pussy, marveling at her softness.

"Relax, my love. You will like it." He cooed, as he explored her.

"We s-shouldn't be doing this." She clung to him. "I've never lain with a man. You'll kill me."

"Never." He vowed. "You will soon adjust to my size. Ah, you're so wet for me, Rose. Your musk is intoxicating. Feel how it arouses me." He rubbed his cock against her, letting the head of his staff run along her pussy. He groaned, but steeled himself. She wasn't ready yet.

"I know you are a virgin, I have watched you for some time to be sure. You have not allowed any man to touch you even while the others sneak away to taste passion."

Rose moaned when he slid a thick finger into her. His deep voice, her words were a mesmerizing spell on her. She could do nothing. She didn't want to do anything but feel the pleasure he was giving. Slowly, he entered another.

"Did you lay in bed at night dreaming of when you would taste your first cock?" He asked, his fingers sliding in and out of her, stretching her further when he added another finger. By the gods, she was tight. He regretted that it will be painful for her the first time. And perhaps the second. "Did you dream of what it would feel like to have a cock buried inside of you? Taking you deep?"

"Please -- what are you doing to me?" She stared into his eyes, hers clouded by her desire and confusion, his by barely controlled hunger. "Oh!" She cried out when his thumb touched her engorged clit. He felt her inner muscles rippling around him as she felt her first orgasm.

He pulled his hand out quickly and mounted her, pushing into her with one swift thrust.

The pain was sharp and Rose cried out. The pain only seemed to spur on her orgasm and she shuddered around him. Thayer was panting, sweat beaded his forehead.

"Are you all right?"

She could only nod, though she felt so stretched by his size. He slowly withdrew and pushed back in and all she could do was gasp. Rose watched him, riding out the waves of her release even as it started to build again. With each thrust, he buried himself deeper into her. Soon, he was buried to the hilt in her wet warmth.

He found her lips, capturing them in a torrid kiss as he pounded into her. She took all of him sooner than he expected and this made him harder. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the longhouse, along with their pants and groans.

"Thayer." She whispered, feeling her inner muscles clench around his long hard cock. She felt so full and he moved so deeply within her she could feel him touch her womb.

He moved steadily, controlling his rhythm. Her legs wrapped tightly around him and he reveled in the feel of their sweat covered bodies felt against each other. She felt so good around him, just as he expected. He watched her now, hair spread all over the sheets, her eyes closed and her wet lips parted with each soft moan. Suddenly, her entire body became tense.

"Come for me, my love." He demanded hoarsely. "That's it, come for me." As Rose bucked, her nails digging into his back, Thayer pounded into her. With a deep groan, he emptied himself into her.

Drawing every ounce of strength he had left, Thayer carried her to the soft cushions on the ground so he could lie with her. He caught a glimpse of his seed sliding down her pale thigh and felt pride. He hoped they had conceived a child.

With that thought, he rested his palm on her belly and looked at her. Rose was staring at the ceiling. He brushed her cheek and she turned to him.

"You've had me now. Take me back."

Thayer frowned. Those were not the words he expected to hear. "Our union has been consummated. You belong here now."

"This union isn't valid in my village."

"No, but I have taken your virginity. If you return to your village, you will be ruined." He knew enough about human society to know the basic rules. "You are mine, Rose. You cannot leave."

"You cannot keep me here."

"I can." Thayer got up. Rose did, too, grabbing a blanket to wrap around her nakedness, her vulnerability. Thayer's frown deepened.

"Do not hide yourself from me as you would a human husband. I am your mate."

"I could never accept you as my mate!"

He stepped closer, drawing up his height. "Because I am a centaur?"

"Because you are overbearing and arrogant."

"As my mate, you are to stand beside me, grace my home and be the mother of my sons. If you run, I will find you."

The way he said it made her pause. Suddenly it became all too real. She was no longer safe within the confines of her village. She was here, mated to her captor, bedded and no longer a virgin, the only dowry she had to a husband -- a human husband.

"I hate you." She whispered. Thayer's face hardened. He turned toward the door.

"I will send Polonius's mate to tend to you. Do not fight it, Rose. Your place is here now."

To be continued...

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