Deep in the Forest

Magorian stood with his bow in his right hand and a quiver of long arrows slung across his back. His chestnut coat was damp with sweat and his eyes were focussed keenly on the two human females wandering closer and closer. His friend Ronan stood beside him also surveying the females and Magorian could tell he was interested. Neither of them had a mate and Magorian knew that he was getting on in years. He wanted a son of his own.

"What do you think Magorian," Ronan asked hopefully. "Can we have them. They look so delectable I just want to rip off their clothes and mate with them."

"Maybe," said Magorian thoughtfully. "Lets see what happens when they get nearer."

The two human females were coming closer and closer with every step they took and Magorian's eyes fell on a tall girl with wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and pale unmarked skin. Ronan's eyes fell on her companion, a short slender girl with lots of fine hair and creamy skin. He noticed in that split second that the short girl was blind.

The girls continued through the forest until they heard voices. Lannaia wondered what was going on but Gloria shushed her as soon as she started to speak. They walked a few more feet then Lannaia felt her friend kneel so she followed her example.

"Noble centaurs we have come to seek sanctuary," said Gloria in a strong clear voice. "I am a witch and so is my friend Lannaia but they wouldn't let her in Hogwarts because she is blind. We also have come seeking mates. I did some research up at the school and found out that your heard is growing smaller every year. Will you please consider our offer?"

Lannaia shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her. She held her cane at her side and wished she could get up. Her knees were killing her. She felt a large, warm hand settle on her shoulder and she jumped in surprise.

"Do not be frightened little human," said a gentle voice. "I will not hurt you. My name is Ronan and if you are willing, I would love to be you're mate. I will care for you and make sure you come to no harm. We can learn from each other and one day you will have a child to add to our heard."

Lannaia bowed her head and began to cry with relief. None of the boys at her muggle school wanted her and now this kind centaur, who wasn't even human, wanted to be her mate. She felt Gloria's arms around her and her friend pulled her back onto her feet.

"Fair Gloria," said a second, more gruff voice. "My name is Magorian and I would gladly be your mate if you will have me. I assure you that there is no one more suited to one as fair as you. I hope one day you'll give me a fine son to take over the heard when I am gone."

"Yes please," said Gloria. "We've been looking forever for someone. Lannaia and I are both 20 and in all that time we haven't found anyone. But don't you think Lannaia's beautiful as well. I'm sorry but she's had a lot of rude comments thrown at her in the past and she's not the most confident."

"Of course she is like the prettiest flower, the brightest star," said Ronan calmly. "Lannaia have no fear. You are beautiful both inside and out and your soul shines pure inside you."

"Thank you," said Lannaia softly.

Lannaia felt arms lift her up and her cane fell to the ground with a thud. She struggled in fear for a few seconds until the soothing voice of Ronan calmed her down. He carried her away, the voices of her friend and Magorian growing fainter and fainter. Eventually they came to a spot that was warm and felt dryer than it had been outside. Ronan put her down and she was glad to have her feet back on solid ground.

"You are beautiful Lannaia," he said, caressing her cold cheek. "Is it all right if I mate with you now?"

"Yes," she said simply.

She felt a kiss descend upon her lips and she enjoyed it a lot. Ronan helped her remove her clothing, then cupped her breasts in his warm hands. She felt him kneel to reach her better and she reached out to feel his face.

"If you want, you may touch my coat to feel what I am like," said Ronan gently.

When she was ready, Ronan helped her lie down on some soft furs and she felt his soft belly pressing gently on her chest. Then she felt a gentle probing at her entrance and he slid slowly in. She cried out in pain but he soothed her with his words and after a while it was wonderful.

Magorian took Gloria right there on the forest floor. He got her ready then thrust himself deep into her. He rocked back and forth on top of her, being careful not to crush her and they made love over and over again. They returned to camp, gave Lannaia her cane and returned to what they were doing.

Nine Months Later

"It hurts so much," cried Lannaia, feeling as though her insides were ripping apart.

"Just relax my love," said Ronan. "You're almost done. Just one more push. Then you can rest and I will take care of you."

"Oh Gloria how can you possibly be done before me," whined Lannaia.

"Don't worry Lannaia," said Gloria. "Just think, soon you will have a foal of your own."

Finally she was done and she lay, limp and spent, waiting for her foal to be brought to her. Soon she felt Ronan's hand lead hers to the soft coat of her newborn foal. Then she felt a tiny mouth latch onto her nipple and she closed her eyes in bliss.

"It's a daughter," said Ronan. "You did well my love."

She felt a gentle kiss on her lips before sleep claimed her. Just before she fell asleep she named the foal Galadia.

A/N Something different. I hope you enjoy it. Lannaia was easy to write because I am also blind. Please review. Revised. May the moon protect and watch over you.