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BOOK: The Centaurs and the False Maiden (Monster MMMF Menage) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 4)
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“Where are my manners,” said the standing centaur mildly. “My name is Chiron. Welcome to my abode.”

Klea nodded.

“Pholus,” said the blond centaur.

“Arctos,” said the third, with the long curly hair.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” she said, and took another sip of her wine. Then she took another. She was beginning to get hot and flushed, alone in this room with three very good-looking men who were slowly stripping her. The virgin act would be more believable if she were drunk, she figured.

“You can’t sit in that,” said Chiron. He gestured at the skirt of her armor and her sandals. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“Oh,” said Klea, trying to sound surprised and just the littlest bit scandalized. She put her wine down and unbuckled her skirt, the wine already making her fingers clumsy. It dropped to the floor and Chiron scooped it up neatly with one hoof, deposited it near the top of her armor. Klea looked around at the three centaurs and smoothed down the front of her tunic, pulling the sweaty parts away from her body. She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, lifted her wine goblet, and took another sip. It was two-thirds gone, already.

“Sit down,” said Pholus.

“Here, I’ll top you up,” said Chiron, ladling more wine into her goblet.

“Oh, I shouldn’t,” she said. She could feel the alcohol in her blood, that tingle between her legs that meant she was on the way to getting drunk.

“Nonsense,” he said, and handed back the goblet. As she moved it to her mouth she tilted it a bit, spilling the red liquid in a thin stream down the front of her tunic.

“Oh,” she said.

“Come sit,” said Arctos. He gestured at a large cushion right next to him. Klea walked over and began to sit, spilled her wine again instead. “I’ll hold it while you get settled,” he said, and took the goblet from her. Their fingers brushed. His were dry and warm.

Klea was extra careful to keep her legs together. Her tunic was on the short side, and she pulled it down as much as she could, mostly for show; with the wine adding to her libido, what she really wanted to do was rip it off and sit on one of the centaur’s faces. Chiron settled himself on a cushion on her other side, pitcher of wine on the floor between them.

“Why are you looking for the boar?” asked Arctos. He reached out with one hand and brushed a strand of hair off of her neck and began stroking a fingertip along her shoulder, nudging it gently under her tunic.

Klea licked her lips and tried not to breathe harder. She took another swig of the wine; half-gone, now, and her head was beginning to swim. “I’m indebted to King Eurystheus, and he gave me the task,” she said. Arctos was slowly leaning closer to her.

“Indebted for what?” asked Pholus, the blond one, watching Arctos’ fingers.

Why hadn’t she thought ahead? The warm, dry fingers were tracing up and down her arm, from her neck to her elbow, the soothing, delicious feeling combining with the wine to make her feel a little like swooning.
 

“My father is Zeus,” she admitted. “And my parents wanted to marry me to someone I didn’t want to marry, so I ran away and this is my punishment.”

“Marriage can be hard on young ladies,” said Chiron. His blue eyes flicked over her body. “Why didn’t you want to marry?”

Klea looked up, tried to flutter her lashes at him. “I didn’t like the man they wanted me to marry. I couldn’t imagine—well, you know.”

“Imagine what?” Arctos asked softly from behind her. Klea turned her head, realized his face was inches away from her own.

“I couldn’t imagine,” she began, and his lips met her shoulder. He moved slowly up to her neck, his mouth slow and hot on her skin. “Lying with him,” she said in a rush. “I couldn’t imagine lying with him.”

“Why not?” said Chiron. He put one hand on her knee. Had he moved closer? How had he moved without her seeing him do it? Klea put her wine goblet down, realizing it was now empty. She drew her leg away from Chiron, just a little, looked into his blue eyes. How much longer did she have to act?

“He was old,” she said. That, at least, was the truth. “He was ugly. He had a belly.”

Chiron slipped his hands between her knees again, and Arctos’ mouth was hot on her neck. From his cushion, Pholus just watched, sipping at his wine, blond hair and dappled fur gleaming in the firelight. Klea looked him in the eye and bit her lip, breathing faster. He didn’t react, just lowered his eyes to where Chiron’s hand was moving slowly up under her tunic, stroking over the crease where her thigh met her hip, moving the fabric up with his hand.

“Oh,” she said, in the breathiest voice she could manage.

“Will you have to marry him when you go back?” asked Arctos, his lips barely moving from her skin. His hand had moved to her side, stroking her from hip to ribs, just barely stroking the underside of her breast through the rough cloth. Chiron was slowly hiking up the bottom of her tunic, almost to the top of her thighs. With one hand, she grabbed it and pulled it down, over his hand lodged between her legs.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “He took another bride.”

“As lovely as you?” asked Chiron. He took her hand off of the bottom of her tunic and held it to his lips, moved to her forearm, the inside of her elbow. The wine and the firelight made every feeling seem amplified, even the tickle of his mouth against the inside of her arm, and she sighed. Lightly, she touched his shoulder. The muscles were rock hard and smooth, and she ran her hand down them as he went back to the hem of her tunic.

Klea didn’t know how to answer that question. Was that the kind of question you were supposed to even answer? Chiron’s hand was back between her legs, centimeters from her throbbing cunt, and that was all she could think about.
 

Arctos had slid his hand to the front of her body, delicately tracing the outline of one nipple through the cloth of her tunic. Klea’s eyes closed, and almost involuntarily, she lifted her hips from the cushion. In one smooth motion, suddenly her tunic was around her waist and Chiron had one knee in each powerful hand, turning her body toward him, teasing her legs open. She looked at Arctos, upside down, his curls falling in front of his face.

“She can’t be this lovely,” he said to Chiron, and slid his hands up her torso. He pinched her nipples, gently squeezed her breasts. Chiron was sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, gently pressing them apart. Klea wanted to grab his beautiful head, beg him to lick her pussy, but despite the wine, she didn’t.

“I shouldn’t,” was what she said, in what she hoped was an innocent, virginal voice.

“Why not?” asked Chiron. He brushed the very outer edge of her labia with the backs of his fingers, hands still stroking her thighs. “You want to, don’t you?”

Klea knew she was wetter than the beach after the rain, and she was sure the blue-eyed centaur could tell. Was there any point in lying further?

“Yes,” she whispered.

“We’ll never tell,” he said, and put one thumb on her clit, massaging it. She arched her back, thrusting her hips up toward him, the movement completely out of her control. Chiron laughed. He just kept his thumb moving, slowly and firmly, the other hand stroking her thigh just like before. Klea felt the orgasm begin to build, the pressure that she knew would release. It must be the wine, she never came this fast, just a few moments of someone rubbing her clit. It was almost embarrassing, was what it was, and she tried to stop it, until Arctos bent his head over her to swirl his tongue around her nipples.

Klea grabbed the side of his torso and squeezed, hoping that the noises she made sounded sweet and innocent, yelping out her orgasm as she panted. Chiron’s finger stopped, and Arctos lifted her tunic the rest of the way off of her body, tossing it into a corner. He cupped her breasts again.

Pholus, the blond centaur, still hadn’t moved from his cushion where he sat watching. The other two centaurs were ignoring him, but he was still over there, drinking and watching, face unreadable.

“It’s your turn to go first,” Chiron said.

Arctos just smiled, then grabbed a corner of the cushion Klea was lying on and spun it around so her legs faced him.

“Oh!” she squealed. The centaurs both laughed. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but the wine made her dizzy. She looked up at Chiron, upside-down.

“My god, she’s ripe,” said Arctos. He ran both his hands down her inner thighs, back and forth. Klea shifted on her cushion and whimpered.

“I barely had to touch her,” said Chiron. Lightly, he flicked a nipple. “She’s wound as a bowstring.”

“Thank god we got here before some fat king,” said Arctos, and with that, he slid one finger into Klea’s wet cunt. She breathed out with a little moan, and Chiron’s other hand found her other nipple, circling them both in time, and then she felt Arctos’ tongue on her clit. Where Chiron had been slow and firm, Arctos was light and fast with his tongue, flicking back and forth. Klea moaned and grabbed the cushion with both hands, arching her back and raising her hips into the centaur’s face. As he licked he put another finger in her pussy, drawing them slowly back and forth, adding a third finger. Before she came, Klea’s hips began to jerk involuntarily, and Arctos had to grab her with his other hand, holding her still as his tongue and hand worked together.

Even though she’d already come once, it didn’t take long for the glow to build, spreading outward from her cunt, Chiron’s hands on her nipples feeding it, until she was coming again, this time moaning into the cushion, head turned to the side. Arctos stopped moving as her body jolted. He removed his fingers, and after collecting herself for a moment, Klea looked down to see him grinning at her.

“How would you like to be properly fucked?” he asked.

Breathless and drunk, the best Klea could do was nod. She would like that very much, in fact.

“Well, flip over, princess,” he said, and stood up to his full height. Sitting down, he’d been hiding the huge cock that hung from his belly, long and fat and rigid. He walked over to the cushion, straddling her, as Klea just stared. She’d put a lot of cocks in her pussy, cocks of all sorts of shapes and sizes, and she was absolutely positive that this one just wasn’t going to fit. What if it did, though? She imagined it filling her pussy, hitting her pleasure buttons again and again. And there it was, right in front of her, just waiting. With one hand, she reached out and grabbed it. She heard Arctos inhale sharply.

“You look worried,” said Chiron, right next to her. She hadn’t even noticed him coming around to the side and sitting by her.

“I can’t,” she said. Wide-eyed panic at the prospect of that monster wasn’t too hard to fake.

“Never say never,” he coaxed. “Come on. Turn over, it’s easier.”

Looking at the cock one last time, Klea did as she was told, clumsily lying back on her stomach.

“Get up on your knees a little,” Chiron said, and she lifted her hips. She felt the tip of Arctos’ cock nudge at one buttock, then the other, then looked back over her shoulder. Chiron had taken Arctos’ cock firmly in one hand, stroking it, guiding it toward her. She leaned backward the tiniest bit, and there it was, the tip pressing against the folds of her lips.

Klea was oddly nervous, worried in a way she hadn’t been in years. Was it the role-playing as a virginal princess? Was it that size of the dick about to enter her? Was it the strange, sure way the centaurs had with her, including the blond one who hadn’t done or said a thing?

She looked over. He was in exactly the same spot, still watching, and then Arctos nudged the head of his cock just inside her and she closed her eyes and made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan, tried to push back into him. Above her, Arctos moaned, the noise long and loud, echoing through the cave. He pulled back, then pushed in, a little deeper than before.

Then, Chiron’s hand on her clit, rubbing in the same slow circles as before, his face not far from hers. Klea exhaled, clenched her hands in the cushion under her again. It felt even better than she’d hoped, her cunt fuller than she’d ever felt, every thrust going a little deeper in. She rocked forward and then back onto it, pushing it in further yet, wanting to take the whole thing inside, hungry for the feeling of it.

“Good girl,” whispered Chiron.
 

Klea moaned.

“God, she’s tight,” said Arctos. Klea couldn’t see how far he’d got in, but she felt so completely filled it was hard to imagine more. He was still going slow, thrusting back and forth deliberately, groaning with every stroke.

Klea opened her eyes and made eye contact with Chiron. “Harder,” she whispered.

Above his blue eyes, Chiron lifted his eyebrows. His thumb plodded on, rubbing slow and steady.

“Her pussy feels so good,” said Arctos. “If I go harder I’ll come.”

“I think she can take it,” said Chiron. “Can’t you, sweetheart?”

In response Klea thrust herself back onto Arctos’ cock as hard as she could, moaning as she did, the pleasure of being filled combining with the almost-pain of being stretched so far, and then she thrust again and again, moving the cock in and out herself, and the wave of the orgasm hit her, spreading from the cock in her cunt and the thumb on her clit until she was screaming into the cushion, wringing it with both hands.

When she caught her breath she felt Arctos begin to go soft inside her. She took a deep breath as he pulled out, followed by a gush of semen spilling from her pussy. Chiron stood to her right, something she was dimly aware of through the post-orgasm haze.

“You did very well,” he said. He reached down and spun the cushion a quarter-turn so she was facing him, still ass-up and facedown, and when she looked up in mild surprise she saw his cock, also hanging from the underside of his body, just as big and erect as Arctos’

Was she supposed to thank him? Did he sound suspicious that she’d done well? Her pussy still tingled, the muscles inside still spasming lightly from the hard orgasm, and between that and the wine she couldn’t think of a proper response, so she said nothing.

Chiron knelt down and lifted her chin. His face was inches away, jawline as hard as if it were cut from marble.

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