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  She was surprised that the alpha male stayed in the circle with them. Angela was trembling against her and Diane put her arms around the woman, more in comfort than in arousal.

  Immediately the troop began softly hooting at them. The she felt something behind her. Turning her head, she found the alpha male at her back, pressing his body against hers. She could feel his cock wedged against her ass.

  And once again, his scent washed over her, forcing her close her eyes. She felt Angela relax in her arms, the trembling leaving her body. Opening her eyes, she looked at Angela, her face just inches from hers. Her eyes were glazed, her expression blank. This stuff hits her like a locomotive. But it hits me almost as hard.

  Reaching up, she touched Angela’s face, leaning forward to kiss her. She felt Angela open her lips, accepting Diane’s tongue in her mouth. Soon they were kissing passionately, tongues thrusting back and forth, the assembled troop around them momentarily forgotten. She ran her hands up Angela’s body, finding her breasts, those breasts she’d fondled and kissed a thousand times, suddenly new and exciting. She palmed the nipples, feeling them grow hard at her touch, Angela gasping as she arched against Diane.

  The loud hooting of the troop distracted Diane. She tore her mouth away from Angela, looking around the ape-men. Most of them now had full erections, their hard cocks in their hands, or in the hands of the ape-man next to them. All she could see surrounding them were cocks being stroked, hard shafts in large hands, round heads sliding in and out of view and eyes, dozens of pairs of eyes locked on her and Angela.

  Suddenly the alpha male was thrusting against her, his cock sliding against her back. He was pulling Diane away from Angela, forcing her down on the ground. She stumbled forward, landing hard on her hands and knees. The alpha male was grunting to the troop; one broke from the circle, pushing Angela down on the ground, poking and pulling at her until she was lying on her back.

  The alpha male picked up Diane around the waist, moving her over Angela’s body.

  “Oh, God, Angela! He wants a threesome!” Diane looked down at Angela, her body pale against the dark jungle floor. She watched with detached alarm as Angela spread her long legs, her hips rolling up toward Diane.

  Angela looked up, her eyes glazed with passion. “Oh…yeah.” She reached up, pulling Diane’s head down to her body.

  Diane went willingly, a tiny part of her brain protesting, but her body relaxing into the familiar rhythm she knew with Angela. She settled between Angela’s legs, sliding her hands beneath Angela’s ass, ready to lap at Angela’s cunt, lick and suck at her, drive her wild. But then the alpha male was pulling at her hips, pulling her ass into the air.

  Diane pulled against him but with his greater strength he pulled her up until she was resting on her knees. She was still between Angela’s legs, Angela’s ass in her hands; she was ready to bury her tongue in Angela’s body, to taste her sweet juices. But the hands pulling at her distracted her.

  Then the alpha male was thrusting his cock into her cunt, his body pressed against her ass. She felt his heat, smelled his scent and lost all desire other than the pleasure she felt from his cock pounding into her, from the taste of Angela, as she pulled her hips forward, burying her tongue in her wetness, licking her clit, sucking and licking, tugging at it with her teeth.

  Angela was moaning, pulling Diane’s hair, grinding her hips against Diane’s face. Shadows fell across Angela’s body; Diane looked up, watching as the ape-men moved forward, eyes taking in every movement of the trio. She saw their faces, the lust in their eyes mirrored what she felt. The pheromones must work on them too.

  The alpha male was already beginning to hoot and scream behind her, his cock rock hard as he thrust into her. He shifted, planting his feet on the ground, his body taking over, thrusting hard and fast into Diane, pushing her forward into Angela’s cunt, her face buried between Angela’s legs.

  Diane’s body was quivering, her whole being focused on the cock driving into her cunt. Angela was coming beneath Diane, her hips rising, twisting, as she cried out.

  The alpha male was buried completely in Diane now; she knew what he looked like, every muscle tense, eyes closed in anticipation.

  And then he screamed to the sky, filling Diane with incredible heat as he pumped his seed into her, his cock pulsing and throbbing. Diane joined him, raising her head from Angela’s body, her scream matching his.

  She felt something wet hit her face. She looked at the troop surrounding them; they were coming too, hooting and yelling, jacking their hard cocks, spurts of creamy liquid raining down on Diane and Angela, coating their bodies with their seed. The sounds and feelings seemed never ending; Diane wasn’t sure she could stand the sensations that tore through her body. She felt the alpha male pull away from her, felt him running his hands down her legs, knew he was showing his success to the troop. She collapsed forward onto Angela, eyes closed, breathing hard. The last thing she remembered were the hoots and calls of the troop, in celebration of the alpha male’s successful mating with Diane. And then it all faded away.

  It was a long time later that Diane heard screams and calls in the jungle. It wasn’t the troop in celebration; these calls were of distress. She opened her eyes to the now dark jungle. Angela was sitting next to her, trembling.

  “What is it, Diane?” Angela clutched Diana’s arm.

  “Don’t know. Predator maybe?” She tried to see through the dark, but it was like looking at black velvet, impenetrable and thick.

  Suddenly several bright lights penetrated the jungle, filling the clearing with white light. Diane held her hand to her eyes against the sudden brightness. She heard voices but there was too much chaos to make out anything clearly.

  Then someone was calling her name. She squinted toward the voice, shielding her eyes. A light was moving toward her and then dropped to the jungle floor, revealing the man behind the light. It was Dan, their contact at the research site.

  “Diane! Are you all right? Angela!” He turned, calling to another man. “Bring blankets, they’re over here.”

  He knelt in front of the women, setting his light to the side, giving them the privacy of shadow. Someone handed him two blankets and he shook them out, wrapping the women in the coarse gray wool.

  “How did you find us?” Diane clutched the blanket to her, suddenly aware of how cold the jungle had grown.

  “We got your last transmission before the plane went down. We traced the GPS location, found the plane and then tracked back here. We found the trail through the jungle, which lead us to you.” He was looking at the women with concern.

  “Can you walk out? It’s not really that far to the research site. You’d have crashed into it if you’d gone much further.”

  Diane stood, pulling Angela to her feet. “We can walk, Dan. We just need a minute.” Dan nodded, walking a few feet away, talking to the rest of the search party.

  “Angela, we need to decide what we want to tell the group. There’s going to be questions.” Angela looked at her in the flickering light in the clearing.

  “What do you mean?” She frowned at Diane.

  “Well, we can tell them what happened, every detail.”

  “Oh.” Diane heard the hesitation in Angela’s voice.

  “Or, we can just say we were attacked by apes, terrorized by them and then the searchers scared them away.” Diane hesitated.

  “The last choice: we tell them about the mutant ape-men, find a way to do research on them, find out exactly what they are. Study them. It could be a breakthrough for our research.” Diane looked at Angela.

  “It’s up to you, Angela.” Diane watched her friend’s face in the dim light.

  Angela looked up at Diane, tears in her eyes. “I just want to go home, not to the research station. Just home with you, away from this hellish jungle. I never want to see another ape as long as I live.”

  Diane pulled her close, holding Angela while she cried against her shoulder. She motioned to Dan and he helped the
women through the jungle, winding their way down to the research station.

  From the jungle Diane heard a hoot and a whistle, the call repeated ahead of them, echoing through the jungle. She caught a scent on the air; she felt Angela shudder beside her.

  And then, on the path ahead of them a large ape-like figure appeared.

  Bred By The Centaurs #2

  Virgin Breeding Erotica

  Anna had walked further than she ever had in her life, the small village where she’d grown up many miles behind her. Her simple shoes were tattered and her feet were sore. But the ordeal with her family had finally driven her out of their small cottage and into the countryside. She didn’t think she would ever go back; she didn’t think she wanted to. I have nothing there to hold me.

  Anna shifted the small bundle on her back; everything she owned was tied in a square of canvas. She thought about what the bundle contained and decided that for once, being poor was a blessing. It had taken only minutes to throw her few belongings and some food in the bundle, tie it with string and leave.

  Pulling her woolen cloak around her shoulders, she looked up at the darkening sky. It was close to sunset; she needed to find some kind of shelter for the night. But she was far from any village lights; she was in the wilderness.

  She’d never willingly been out in the dark before; no one ever went out in dark. Everyone knew that fairies and elves and other night creatures came out to play, and that in the dark, bad things happened, even to good girls.

  Anna left the path reluctantly, finding a sheltered spot beneath a leaning oak tree. She rummaged in her bundle, pulling out a wedge of cheese and heel of bread. She ate in silence, watching as night swallowed up the forest. And then she listened with growing terror as the night noises began; crickets, frogs, those she knew. But there were grunts and whistles, snorts and stampings, sounds of much larger creatures moving nearby, unseen in the dark.

  Cows or horses. It’s just cows or horses. She pulled the hood of her cloak over her face, willing herself to go to sleep. But it was many hours before sleep came and when it did, it was filled with strange images and fanciful beasts, noises and smells that made her cower under the tree.

  It was light when she woke. Throwing back her hood, she looked up at the sky; clouds and pearl gray light. She quickly braided her tangled hair, tying it with a tattered piece of cloth. She stood, gathering her bundle, pulling her cloak around her shoulders.

  And then she screamed.

  The clearing in front of her was filled with creatures, things she’d only heard about in stories told at night, around the fire, to scare small children into behaving. She knew they were Centaurs, four of them, standing perfectly still, watching her. Anna took a step backward, feeling the rough back of the oak tree behind her. She turned, running a few steps, but another Centaur was there; two more were on either side. They surrounded the clearing, blocking her escape.

  “You are trespassing, human.” The largest Centaur stepped forward, his hooves making almost no sound on the forest floor. He looked down at her from his height, his long black hair swirling around his shoulders in the slight breeze. In one hand, he clutched a long spear, its deadly point gleaming dully in the dim sun.

  Anna gaped up at him; she’d never even seen a drawing of a Centaur, only heard the stories, that they were half man, half horse, mythical creatures who lived for centuries. And she’d heard the stories whispered among the girls in the village, stories that these mythical creatures came in the night and made off with young maidens, did things to them that no man could ever do, had sex with them, raped them, violated every orifice with their giant horse cocks.

  Anna had gasped with her friends, passing the stories back and forth in secret, but always curious about exactly how big these Centaurs could be, fantasizing about what they could do and wondering how it would feel. Never in her wildest dreams had she believed they were real, or had she pictured these creatures being so amazing, so beautiful, as the ones who stood before her. But she still cowered in terror. They’re real! And they’re huge.

  Her eyes took in the strong features of this Centaur standing in front of her, his handsome face with high cheekbones, long straight nose over chiseled lips, long black hair cascading over his shoulders. Her eyes widened as she took in the rest of his body; the torso of a man, smooth skin stretched taut over rippling chest and arm muscles, as she looked down past the flat plane of his stomach, to where a man’s legs, and where his cock and balls, should be. But instead of legs, with a cock between them, his torso melded smoothly into the body of a horse. This is no plow horse though, plodding in endless circles in the field. This is a proud stallion, and proud man.

  He was beautiful, with a glossy black coat, well-muscled forelegs and body, and sleek hindquarters. Anna caught a glimpse of a long black tail, swishing back and forth.

  She had seen a man’s cock and balls before; it was the reason for the divide with her family. They had discovered her relationship with Jon, that she and Jon had been together and that she was no longer a virgin. They forbade her to see him. Jon, in the end, had not fought for her. He had only meekly bowed to her family’s wishes.

  So, with no one holding her there, she had left her village, her family, and the cowardly Jon. And she left behind the hypocritical small-mindedness of people who wanted to control everything, including what she did with her own body. Everyone assumed Jon had taken advantage of her; no one suspected, or would believe, that she had seduced him.

  “Why have you trespassed, human?” The Centaur took another step forward, shifting his spear, the point now facing toward Anna. She took a step backward.

  “I…I’m sorry…I didn’t know.” She looked from face to face, as the circle of Centaurs closed in on her. She looked back at the lead Centaur. His dark eyes pierced right through her and she could not look away. He’s doing magic on me, he’s hypnotizing me. She fought to tear her eyes away.

  “Not knowing is no excuse.” His voice was low, commanding, strangely musical. He took one more step forward, Anna took one more back, and she felt the rough bark of the oak behind her. She was pinned against the tree. The Centaur was directly before her. She could see the smooth skin of his torso as it changed into the coat of the stallion, the strong muscles of his arms and chest, the hard black hooves that stamped the ground in front of her. She could smell him, a strong masculine scent, powerful and arousing. She inhaled, closing her eyes for a moment. Then she shook her head. This is just more magic, more control.

  “Do you have a name, human?” The Centaur tilted his head, looking down at her.

  “Anna,” she stammered, her heart pounding so loud she was sure the Centaur could hear it.

  “Anna. I am Therran. You are guilty of trespass. We usually impale trespassers to trees…” he lowered the spear, the point touching her chest, catching on the front of her cloak “…as a warning to others.”

  Therran scowled, considering her for a moment. “But perhaps you were sent for a reason.” He pulled the spear away from her, thumping the butt of it on the ground. She sensed a restless energy move through the rest of the Centaurs as they stamped the ground with their hooves and murmured to each other.

  “We have a use for you. You will come with us.” Before she could protest, he reached down, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against his chest, holding her easily against his body. He turned and left the clearing, moving quickly into the dark forest. Anna felt branches pulling at her cloak, scratching her bare legs; somewhere along the way her shoes were torn from her feet.

  They soon reached a small clearing and the Centaur dropped her in the center. The clearing was surrounded by tall stones—standing stones, magic stones—mystical stones where fairies and elves played, and apparently, where Centaurs lived.

  Anna stood in the center of the circle as the Centaurs took their places around her, each standing in front of a stone. Anna stood silently by a boulder set in the middle of the circle as Therran paced back and fort
h in front of her, his sleek muscles rippling beneath his shiny coat.

  “This is our sacred circle.” He moved closer. “We perform many rituals in this circle. You will be part of one of those rituals now.”

  There was movement around her. She looked at the circle of Centaurs, each restlessly shifting, their hooves pawing the ground, sending up leaves and clods of earth. She turned back to Therran standing in front of her, watching as he pranced before her, his eyes never leaving her face.

  As her eyes slid over his body, down his sleek flanks, she noticed with something akin to horror that his cock was growing longer, hanging down between his back legs. She looked around the circle, looking at each Centaur in turn, terror growing stronger as her eyes swept the circle.

  Her eyes widened and she met his gaze again, her mouth open in shock. Each Centaur’s cock was growing longer, sliding from the sheath that covered it, longer and thicker than any cock Anna had ever seen.

  “Yes, you are very observant. It is our breeding season. We are the last of our herd. But as you can see…” he swept his arm around the circle “…we are all males.” He looked down at Anna.

  “You will breed with us. You will carry our seed and give us our next generation of Centaurs.”

  Anna cowered against the narrow boulder. She was terrified, frantically looking around at the circle of Centaurs, each now boasting a huge erect cock, long and thick and hard, and each looking at her appraisingly, she apparently meant for all of them. And they were huge; there was no possibly way she could take one of those in her body without being torn apart.

  Therran moved toward her, reaching down and picking her up. He stood her on the boulder; his dark eyes now level with hers. With deliberate movements, he reached out, pulling her cape from her shoulders, tossing it to the ground. She stood shivering in her thin dress.

  “You’re cold.” Therran waved his hand and instantly the temperature rose. She looked past him to the outside edge of standing stones. A ring had appeared, encircling the stones, shimmering and blue. Outside the stones, the sky was still gray and cloudy; the forest dim and shadowy. Inside it was light and warm. But the warmth didn’t take away her terror.