CHAPTER 2

"Centaurs…"

"Aren't they interesting creatures?"

"People struggle to see the charm about those folks, but I have it crystal clear!"

"Oh, really? What would that be?"

"The virtues of man and beast alike, yet… none of their defects."

"Come and join us, Clare! You've met centaurs before near your farm, right?"

Indeed, she has met them before… or at least, a very specific one. She's been studying about fantastic beasts since a very young age, there was always a certain charm to them that wasn't present in the practical exercise of magic, or anything related to it. They were always a step above in her priorities when asking questions to the teacher, and others were merely trying to find funny ways of harming themselves with their wands while nobody was looking.

It must've been the high frequency of close encounters with magical creatures that led her to that raging interest, living in the rural area and owning a farm meant that there was a certain degree of exposition that others didn't have. In her younger years, she would spend many nights awake and captured by the fascination the sounds coming from the forest beyond the fence would offer. His father would pinpoint each species, each name, and the reason behind the sound they were making until one night he pretended to not be able to hear properly. She could've sworn it was the voice of a woman at the time, a haunting tone that would make her heart shrink inside her chest in the coming nights when she looked at the forest from the window of her room.

"Why would a woman ever make that sound?"

It was a frequent thought of hers coming from the point of view of a child, and things were cleared up in a different occasion, when she grew up and found out that her older sister had invited her boyfriend to their house thinking that she wasn't there at the time. In fact, she was merely working the land in the backyard of her house, hidden by the tall plants that demand more attention than the others… the little chant her sister's voice made was followed by gasps for air, and the rough motion of the bed upstairs. She was making love to the man she's currently married with, and it was the second time she heard something that could align to the thrilling sound of that night which was nothing more than a woman moaning in the forest.

Looking at her after that became an overwhelming experience. The day immediately after was met with a totally different aura of being around her, she looked as a grown up would do in her eyes. With a mature mannerism being perceptible through an awakening of sorts, a mischievous joy followed her every time she was around or perhaps… it was only the way she looked at her, after knowing something she shouldn't that is. Still, it was a real thing that changed the way she walked around her current husband of which the childish joy and humor had been adorned by a thing she couldn't describe. It was an interesting exercise to imagine that the well-mannered gentleman had another face only her sister would meet, and that his playful touching could lead to more than some laughs in the kitchen under other circumstances.

As time passed, she developed features that would go along with hers… generous breasts, slim waist, wide hips, and strong legs modeled by the amount of physical activity she'd do in a daily basis. Her sister had taken notice of this and it would lead to more mischiefs from her side, where she would spank her and get a hold of her waist while making quirky comments about it in the middle of the day.

It didn't take long for her to attract the eyes of her husband's brother, a wizard full of himself that would gladly lend her a hand in the farm work if that meant having a good look at her as she continued her chores around the field in her typical work attire: The long skirt that would highlight her hips and the white loose shirt where a timid cleavage could be seen every now and then. In fact, it was her sister's persistent attempts to pair them up that led her to get lost in the forest that surrounded her home.

She had escaped that day's lunch just to stay away from all his advances, and the delicate details her sister would highlight to bring even more of his attention upon her.

Interestingly enough, the forest was mostly silent at the time. But trying to find her way back only led to more trees of unknown nature, branches she couldn't recognize, and roots big enough to make anybody think twice before taking another step. This would continue for long enough to make her rationalize her place in this world, where even a misstep near home could make her end up away from civilization. After some time, night had already settled to make it worse. She made it to a point where no way out could be identified between the trunks of the trees and then… a simple sound called to her, something feeble, moving among the fallen leaves of the trees.

It was the only thing that provided some sort of guide for her, and she followed it, right to a clearing in the forest where the sight couldn't be more overwhelming in nature:

A centaur.

He had fallen on the ground and was trying to move appropriately without success.

He used what little strength remained in his body to reach a small shelter made with the roots of a tree, they made an arch of sorts and offered enough shade to keep him out of sight… mostly. She saw the scene take place and curiosity was instantaneously triggered as one of the many myths of old had appeared right in front of her. She approached with caution, only to discover how he had been a victim of a trap that would normally be used by her own father during certain seasons of the year. It's basically a climbing plant made of wire that tightens progressively as time passes, it would suffocate anything that stepped on it, but she made it on time to keep him out of mortal danger. Even still, the wire-like structure of the trap had managed to greatly harm his limbs and part of his chest making bloody dents on them.

He was already unconscious when she started hovering her hands near the wounds, which began closing faster than they could ever do on their own. After that, she stood up and felt the awe of her work take shape in the now clean presentation of the centaur: He's blonde, his hair reaches past his shoulders and equips his torso with the elegance an outfit would normally provide to a man as a member of society. The musculature he possesses is something that she had never seen up close, it was so imposing that only that took him closer to the myth than the man.

Majesty is a word that falls short of reach to define him properly as he is right now, to see him totally clean and sleeping peacefully right in front of her feels like more than just a reward for a work well done. It could have been considered a little stroke of luck despite her circumstances, if it weren't for a horrific howling taking place in the distance, just when she tried to get away before he could wake up.

She knows well how proud centaurs are among all the mythical beasts and merely getting away could have kept his pride safe from her, but a change of plans took place under the possible threat of a creature with ill intent. She crouched down slowly and went back to his side, finding a perfect place between him and the wooded tent he had managed to reach before losing consciousness while the howling repeated itself in the distance.

She laid down by his side, facing the roots while the centaur became the perfect barrier to keep her out of sight. It would've been only logical for her to keep herself awake just because of fear, but another component became part of the insomnia as her back felt the musculature of the creature and his slow breathing pushing and pulling by mere proximity.

The warmth his body provided was felt across her back and right above her legs, even in a relaxed state there's the magnificence of the beast… as if the extent of his strength could be felt by merely touching his body. She moved her legs slightly and her bare calves ended up meeting his tail, moving in his sleep, and managing to play around inside her skirt. She then tried to make herself as small as she could, moment during which her back leaned more heavily on his and the full amplitude of that breathing could be felt across her whole body… rising and going down.

It had a soothing effect on her, she very quickly fell asleep despite all the sounds the magical fauna made during that moment, only to find out in the next morning that the injuries had been opened once more on their own as if her intervention had been for naught.

He also changed positions during the night, and now he was laying down on her human back with her arms stretched. He had been yawning not long ago and she couldn't help but stare at his bare chest, smoothly populated by hair and showing off hills with valleys of strength given shape. At least, until he started opening his eyes and she became his primary point of interest on his way to an abrupt awakening where he tried to put some distance between them to no avail. He fell on his knees as he tried to get away and hit the ground once more when the reality of his wounds became clear.

He looked at her with the contempt a predator deserves, only for her to approach slowly and talk to him.

"Hey, take it easy! It wasn't me!"

Her words did little to change his despair until, after scanning their surroundings, found out that the general scene presented the trap after being deactivated, lying nearby.

She approached and barely applying her hands on a nearby injury was enough to state her true intent. It started healing once more while he clenched his teeth and tried to keep his human side standing up, his blue eyes looking at her. Apparently, more sessions would be required to face the hex that was applied on the trap which made him gather enough strength to crawl back under the natural tent and let her do the work under the cover of the shade.

Now, they would barely say a thing to each other. It wasn't until the middle of the day came and her stomach growled that she decided to look nearby for a change and search for something to eat. All this while he followed her around with his silent stare, and heavy breathing.

"Some fruit would do it for now," she thought.

The moment they shared was followed by short stares and comfortable silence. She didn't need to talk to him, her interest didn't follow the same line of a young academic or a lousy professor. It was enough with being part of the healing process and the way back home for both. But dealing with one of his father's hexes was an exhausting experience, merely lying down led him to fall asleep once more and this time… a bold thought followed.

She sits down next to him and starts caressing the back of his animal side, it's soft as much as it is firm and stimulating on a whole different level. The muscles can be felt moving slowly under the fur, rubbing each other cleanly like single sparks of the strength he's truly capable of and a certain recklessness starts to crawl around her thoughts the longer her hand lies on him, the lower it goes as new muscles are found in her way as a different face of fortitude is met.

She starts to lie down then, carefully trying to not make a single sound, to not break a single fallen leaf on the ground where merely lying her back on is a success. She feels closer than ever to the living myth when she lies on his side, cleanly looking at his back this time, and tries to get as close as she can with the intent of feeling the greatest amount of his body on her own. She touches him with her knees first, and after a certain threshold of acceptance is received from his side, she keeps moving forward until her breast touch his animal back and his breathing can be felt pushing and increasing the pressure that's being exercised on them. She waited patiently for that to happen a couple of times more before moving even closer, which took her to the point where it could be said that his back was playing with the shape of her breasts, gently pressing, and releasing while she closed her eyes and let it happen.

She didn't even realize when her breathing synchronized with his to make sure more pressure could be applied on her body. Her chest was getting warmer, her heart was beating faster, and a certain stiffness started to take possession of it. It was a heavy sensation that made her lean forward, just a little, but enough to feel even more as she started touching the fabric of her skirt with the intent of lifting it.

Little by little, step by step… she wanted to feel more. Her now bare calves, knees and thighs have become her accomplices in the deed as they reach him, and the warmth can be felt taking a leap from his musculature to her skin. She doesn't know it, but her mouth is slightly open as the motion that escapes from his chest and disperses in the rest of his body reaches her as leftovers of his being. She stood like that until the desire for more creeped in her mind again.

There's a part in a horse's back where a remote curve can be found, right before the hips, near the lower part of his back. It was that part where she laid her eyes upon once she had opened them again to see what else could be done. She pushed herself a little lower from her position and tried to fit the curvature of her lap in that point, she pressed forward until she could perfectly touch it with the intimacy coming from the softest part of her body. It wasn't the simple desire of contact that led her down this road, it was the absolute essence of warmth and robustness he emitted.

She started moving her hips slightly to feel more of it, slightly pressing forward, going up and down, reaching through the silk. It was the caress of a foreign, yet close encounter with the man through the beast. And she couldn't have enough of it, she had to keep pushing and rubbing and feeling until she wanted more than what could be offered through the clothes she was wearing.

It was a numbing state of mind where it didn't matter who or what she was, the girl just wanted to feel more.

She slowly applied her hand on him and let it weight down, more of her skin was in contact with him as the surrender followed her forearm, her arm, and her right cheek when she dared to go even closer.

And in that moment, he moved.

Enough to make her get a grip on rationality, enough to make her pretend to be asleep for a couple of minutes until the ground went quiet once more and her boldness was left on its own. It was his quiet breathing that provided the correct information about his state of being right there, when she could hear with perfection the small sounds the forest provided during the night and hoped that they could help to camouflage any action that could be thought as… inappropriate.

Very carefully she stood up and went around while crawling on all fours. This time, her back was the primary point of contact as the upper limbs of his animal side became bars where she wrapped her arms around softly. Her rear end would meander as she tried to get a perfect fit with him, and her legs would try to not collide with his lower limbs as they tried to find a way to perfect comfort with his anatomy.

In that moment, he breathed heavily again.

Her lower back felt tingly, mere friction made her feel a kind of fervor she hasn't experienced before as her back's curvature fits the lower part of his body and the warmth can be felt breaking barriers of previously established customs. She keeps on moving, her skirt reveals more of her legs and her shirt threatens to loosen up until a rough half-step is taken.

One of his upper legs moved and pulled her torso towards him. It was rough, but he wasn't moving after that. His leg stood there taking her to a harsh, pleasant, and desirable edge of possibilities. She caressed it back, trying to convince him to take another step forward while she explored the trails of his veins… and he responded. His leg applied even more pressure on her, it managed to reach her cleavage and make the neck of her shirt loose while a button that needed only a single push failed on its purpose.

He was clearly feeling her breasts now, and this led her to a deep sigh where she could feel her heart beating faster. It didn't have the delicacy, or the comfort human touch would, but the warmth was there, and it carried a comparable emotion with it. Albeit wilder and harsher, everything he provided was on the same line any other man could provide.

Her ample breasts received him then, through a bold move that may have been carried by conscious will or deep slumber, but it didn't matter at the time. She was feeling more of him, and the warmth of her breasts was being shared along the beating heart that provoked and challenged. She caresses his arms even further and closes the breach between them while the limbs of his beastly side feel more and more of her kind. She couldn't tell the moment in which he started moving, and her caresses were responded accordingly… the end of his animal limbs were already feeling the frame of her ribs and pulling even more when they both realized how conscious they were of each other's actions.

She wraps her arms around his limbs, and her legs lie around liberated. They play around with his own, as the volume and the intensity of the caresses increases while arousal takes a leap. It was truth then, that he yearned for it as much as she did. His desire led him to bend and make sure his animal upper limbs escaped from the cleavage and reached for her thighs, pressing her body further against his to make sure his human hands could reach her neck to start exploring it while some of his fingers manage to wander below her shirt and feel for real this time.

Human hands hurrying to feel what the beast had felt before, to feel as it should be done with fingers that pressed, caressed, and toyed around. Hands that wandered above, below and between… that could hope to feel the frame of her shape and enjoy it as it should be, provoking humble sighs that couldn't be provoked in any other way while the frame of his beastly side encases her body and keeps it all for him alone.

It all comes to a point where he manages to move enough and find another position where the beast kneels above her as she carefully leans her back on the ground, seeing it all happen as the shadow of his whole body covers her and the human component overcomes in that moment. He reaches with his human arms to her, continuing the stroking he abandoned briefly while she closed her eyes and allowed all it could happen. He begun kissing her neck slowly and stood there for long enough to make her feel weightless, he reached for her breasts through the silk with his lips while her arms held his shoulders and kept him there. Her right leg found a way around, her foot supports itself right where the interstice between human and beast takes place while he proceeds to take her underwear off.

One of his arms goes around her waist and pulls her closer as he begins exploring her thighs with his lips. Kisses and half-bites take place as he holds her tightly in place, teasing around with the possibility of getting there and taking two steps back when it seems it could happen. A clear enjoyment for foreplay meets with craving and a paradoxical unease while the hope of the first real contact still wanders around.

And that's when it happens.

A simple peck, right before being lifted and placed on the little roof that just minutes ago was covering their heads. He makes her lie down while he stands straight in front of her for a couple of seconds where the beauty of the myth could be perfectly perceived. He pulls her close then, caresses her breasts as he proceeds to tear open the shirt and reveal her bare torso just to run his hands all over it and reach her thighs as if drawing rivers of pleasures on her skin with the tips of his fingers. He makes her spread her legs wide open and presses forward in a moment that could've been awkward if it weren't for a protrusion of sorts located right where his human and his animal side meet. The friction her labia experienced when he moved was real, he knew it was another resource of his and didn't even doubt about using it with her.

The space between them was reduced to nothing as he thrusted into her with an almost playful manner, enough to make her whimper and feel fragile underneath. At the same time, it was this that fueled his arousal in the moment.

It made him switch to a rougher persona, where it didn't seem to matter the amount of strength he could be using or the weight that was pressed on her. She could barely push him from time to time, right when it started to hurt… only for her to give up midway through and pull him even closer afterwards. To feel his skin on hers was a compulsive desire, equally invigorating and painful as she felt her legs being spread to a degree that has never been explored before.

He would hold up one of her legs and press even more into her, it hurt the most, but to be taken to that point by a creature of his features was otherworldly in pleasure. It was right where she would like him to be until the barriers of moderation were exhausted, and more needed to follow.

She pushes him off and gasps for air while biting her lower lip, she slides down the tent and goes to the other side forcing him to walk around it only to find her tearing her own skirt and hold the remains in one hand while she made her hips move slowly in front of him. The sweat made her back shine… it was as if she had deciphered the correct way to tempt him in merely seconds of bonding. He went to her and gave a little jump to ensure his upper animal limbs would provide a support on which her arms would wrap around and hold tight while his human arms would get a hold of the wood itself, they problematically get in contact with the individual tendrils while his lower half tried to find the right position to reach her how he really wanted.

His phallus would first go past the appropriate point, it would become a shadow in her eyes that for two more occasions would oscillate between her legs, stroking the mons pubis, fueling her desire of him through a missed attempt first and mere show off later. She'd hold the line as hard as she could while he entered her before she could even think about it, it wasn't until she felt her glutes being pressed that a single whimper took place and he pulled back while her back gives in and the alluring curvature that's formed makes him go inside once more… where he stays for a little longer, feeling her pulsating flesh, her twitchy hips, her deranged desire!

The motion starts to repeat itself, over and over, deeper and harder while her voice breaks and the same chant she heard back then took place once more. A sound she would try to muffle with her forearm while one of his upper limbs found her right thigh and ensured a deeper penetration, thoughts were not allowed to take place amidst the rough motion, the mindless search for pleasure in the clutch of the beast that makes her moan. She would have never believed that her body could be capable of resisting the bludgeoning, but now she could only be thankful to everything that allowed it.

It was the harshness coming from a beast, the drive that goes beyond what's meant to be. There are no words to frame the complexity of the pleasure she was experiencing as the limitation of taste were put to the test.

She felt it, the pleasure of him beating inside of her, the relentless will that keeps them both in place while they yield to the other and yet, things went even beyond when she kept herself up and started moving in synchronicity with him. This time, it was him who moaned and gasped for air as the roughness he was capable of increased even more when she gave herself to him at a deeper level.

It kept going until she couldn't do it anymore, a brief pause was followed by her twitchy hips trying to keep up when she couldn't do more than stumble and lie down on her chest heavily. She roughly gasped for air repeatedly, while her body couldn't even process all that thanks to the amount of pleasure she was experiencing… he gave up shortly after, which led to him pulling out and ejaculating away from her.

To think this was only one adventure would be a severe understatement… their relationship kept going and many where the nights where she would ride on him naked as they ventured in the forest during the night. Her father, of course, would be left on his own as he tried to identify the sounds of the nature's diverse inhabitants… not knowing that her moaning daughter would be among them every now and then, as one of the many women that fell for a centaur in their youth.

It didn't take long for her to know the whole forest like the back of her hand.

"Be honest, what do you think about them?"

"They're perfect, sir… absolutely perfect."

Author's note:

Thank you for reading, honey!

Goa here, I really hope you had a good time reading this chapter. It'd be great if you comment down below, I've heard that people who write a review before leaving are given free hugs in their way out! (with arms, for real)

P.S. This is my second time here. Please be merciful, beautiful people.