From the north came the centaur in full battle dress. The centaur's legs were protected by strong legs, the horse's torso was protected by leather armor-blankets with multiple iron inserts-plates, and the human chest was dressed in barbarian armor, a long northern sword hung to the left along the left front leg, and on the right, attached to the top of the girth , the javelin spears were held back along the body. On the horse's back were bags, and behind the human loin there was a small compound bow in a case and a quiver hung near it. Brown leather armor glittered with metal plates and jewelery. Most likely, this armor did the centaur, and maybe a whole tribe. The human part of the centaur is larger than the average person, although it looks quite natural and organic with the horse. Not all human armor fit. It is unlikely that any man would dare to make armor on the order of a centaur, especially if it is a northern unbroken barbarian - whale.
Kitovrasy - that was the name of the northern centaurs, who lived near the lands of the Amazons. It was a dangerous nation that was not broken by the centauromy and the persecutions of civilization. It was strange that the centaurdes from the Cetaceans had traveled southward to such a distance — Greece. But even so far from home she had nothing to fear. This was understandable by one glance at her.
Strong-willed and strong, as well as a beautiful foreign woman armed with arms, she walked through the north of Thessaly. She was salty, which contrasted with sullen armor hiding a young body. Her tanned, pretty face, the shape of cheekbones and chin resembling strawberries, and large gray eyes betrayed her age. Most likely, she was no more than 25. Sweat flowed down her cheeks from bronze from the summer sun. His drops fled down the elegant neck and hid under the tight lacing of the armor that captivated the elastic female breast. Behind shoulders, however, a short, but magnificent curvy braid dangled. She only reached to the shoulder blades and did not interfere with pulling onions from behind. Through her weathered hair, her lovely horse ears were visible - one of the inconspicuous features of the centaur. And far behind, there hung a magnificent neatly braided ponytail, as bright as its pigtail.
When a Greek represents a centaur, he sees a bearded muscular barbarian, and although such an image may very well look noble, the Greek sees a dirty, hairy beast. On the centaurdes, however, the Greek poets were written as nymphs and often even forgot to mention in general that they were from the genus of centaurs. And they did not lie, the centaurids are really beautiful, as immortal, and, like nymphs and their husbands-centaurs, lustful. But, in spite of all their beauty, their complete nature, including the essence of horses, did not interest the Greeks. But their male barbarians is another matter. Huge horse phalluses aroused the fantasy of all kinds of creatures and peoples. It is these symbols of dimensionless lust and the objects of people's envy that have been at the center of attention in centaur-rapist stories. There were a lot of stories about wild indomitable centaurs, about how these strong courageous and rude savages took the power of beautiful Greek women by force: they tore their clothes, exposing their magnificent breasts, their hair and arms twisted, those beautiful ladies who had the courage to resist and then they fell to their necks, drawing in the smell of the woman, and they felt like dirty, sweaty beards rubbing against their silky skin. Fragile female bodies were sharpened in the strong relief hands of non-humans. The barbarians were pulling and locking their nipples without measure, so much so that their saliva flowed through the bodies of the virgins. In their most depraved fantasies, the Greeks saw exactly how such a bearded strongman jumped on a stolen battered sobbing virgin and his huge hard as a rock after long abstinence organ crashed into her flesh. They directly heard how the terrifying feminine cry of pain echoed in the caves, and then his and her moans — groans of pain and pleasure, sniffing, squealing, sobbing, simple passionate breathing. These civilized people saw in their dreams how this huge club pushed deeper and deeper with each friction and with difficulty comes out, pulling back the exhausted body. They directly felt as if their members were so huge, and it was their members that enveloped the small for such a human vagina, they felt the movement of each muscle, as this huge stick long with a hand goes back and forth inside unhappy. And this doomed is convulsing, toli from death agony, toli from divine ecstasy, and in response the powerful organ shudders and wedges deeper and deeper, and then they freeze. A huge dick relaxes. Through the almost absent gaps between her and his flesh white liquid flows, it is everywhere. This dimensionless hose falls out of the girl, the last drops poured from the end of the barbarian, and her battered ass falls to the floor right in the snow-white pool. And while the tired trunk is pulled back into its lair, the centaur that has done its job indifferently leaves, but remains sprawled on the stones in an obscene posture and nude is she ... still warm ... unconscious, alive, dead? They do not know, it does not matter to them. The story is over and every Greek who listened to her is pleased.
Arkhip stood in shallow water and pulled a net. It was a small beach between the rocks - inconspicuous and ugly. His father, tired of game and roots, sent him to such a distance for sea fish. Although some of their kind have long been wild and do not think about diversity, they eat raw meat and fuck mares, his family continues to cherish the culture of the once mighty people. Centaurs were not fishermen and I never went to a sea of sorrows, so the young man did not like this occupation. The catch was small, which is not surprising. Arkhip could not board a boat and sail to a fishy place, not only because there are people where there is fish, but also because not a single centaur can cope with the boat or the ship. Tackles, oars, sails, small pieces of wood under their feet, and not the ground - all this is not for his people, who are used to jumping on hills and steppes. Arkhip dejectedly threw the fish into the basket and sauntered out of the water onto the land, but suddenly he heard a cry:
- Stop, savage! - He wanted to rush off, but the words were followed by an arrow piercing the shore at his feet. He looked to the side where she had come from, and saw a centaur in barbarian armor. More than 7 years he has not seen one! A fright of astonishment, but she, silently, slowly walked towards him, without taking away the aimed bow.
- I'm your own, I'm a centaur! Shouted Arkhip in confusion.
- We know such, konelyub. Naked here shasatsya, looking for a raw meat.
- She said sarcastically and pulled the strings towards herself a little.
- I'm not like that! I honor Foul and Chiron and their instructions! - Fear and resentment - that was what brought him such a beauty, the first girl of his kind, which he saw.
- Then list the names of famous centaurs. - Said the barbarian, after a second thought.
- Chiron, Foul, Ness, Ankiy, Agriy, Orey, Gili, Homad, Pylenor, Mole, Evrit ... - he began to scribble Arkhip without thinking. He was lucky that his mother told him in childhood all the legends about his people.
- Enough, I believe, it is even more than I know. - She said and lowered the bow. “So what are you doing here?” The name of? - as if the centaurde asked indifferently and hid a bow behind her back.
- I'm fishing…
- Hey you, ichthyocentaurus. - with a chuckle interrupted the girl.
- Father sent. I am Arkhip. And what is your name? - He was certainly intrigued by meeting with a centaur new to him, especially a girl, and he wanted to know everything at once, but there were no clear questions in his head, and he was especially interested that she was a woman, and from the first seconds he liked her, for he had been so alone for so long.
- Wang. I am from the northern steppes. Is this Thessaly? Our original homeland? - Slowly said the whale, outlining the neighborhood with a look.
- Well yes. - Unintelligibly stretched answer Arkhip.
- Your father, does he know the history of these lands and our people? Said the girl, once again directing her gaze to the young centaur, just as hard, but now without a bow.
“Not as good as mother knew, but knows.”
“Then you will take me to him.”
“Well, I don’t know ...” “to lead an armed stranger home ...” - the young man began to think, but suddenly she smiled, bowed her head, her ears swung…
- I'll be very grateful. - Her deep warm gaze of big eyes directly absorbed him.
- Well, of course, I will. - Agreed, stupid in the rays of her beauty, the boy, not resisting simple coquetry.
- Well, then I will wait until you finish fishing.
- It does not matter. I think my father will be happy guests more than fish. Let's go right now. - Said the centaur, and then looked at the network and placed the still living fish out of the basket. To go home a couple of days and no one would carry the fish unsalted, but here is a net. What will happen to him if you quit him like that? Having decided that nothing would happen to the networks, the young man added “Follow me.” Our house is in the west. We live in a cozy cave in a mountain forest.
They walked for a long time, in a hurry, and all this time he did not dare to speak to her. They exchanged a couple of words and fell silent again. The day came to an end, it was getting dark, and it was decided to make a halt. They stopped, if not strange, just at that lake, which forever crashed into the memory of Arkhip, where he met Katharine. After that incident, this girl often dreamed of him and agitated his imagination. In his dreams, he imagined how he massaged her elastic young breasts, stroked her hardened nipples, how she squeezed her ass, holds her canopy, and she kisses him: their tongues play with each other, and his lips press against her, as he sticks his fingers between her labia and moves them back and forth, and she wriggles in her orgasm, and then drops her lips to a secret place and pulls the clitoris with her tongue, goes down and stretches it to its full length in her womb. Then he imagined how she climbed under him, took his sagging phallus and thrust it into her pussy, he imagined what feelings his powerful member would have felt, swelling in such a narrow, warm vagina. He grew and hardened, and her muscles more and more wrapped around and squeezed him. She moaned at the top of her voice and tried to move on a giant organ - on a seventy-five-centimeter member that is 25 cm in diameter at the base and narrows to 15 cm at the head! Her legs just parted from such a stick between them. A huge flat horse hat swelled and became as wide as the trunk at the base. She was bursting with her vagina, and a huge mound appeared on her flat tummy. A strong orgasm rolled over her body and made her muscles shrink and milk the titanic head. She was lying on her stomach, and, having bent her legs, she was massaging his huge eggs with her feet. The fingers of her cute legs played with his velvet scrotum, just like her hands had once done, and his heels slid down to the base of his penis and stroked the folds of his skin. Finally, he himself ended violently: the member shuddered and slammed deeper into its flesh, and at the same time struck a white jet, with enormous pressure pushing everything in its womb in the womb of the peasant. These are the dreams of a lonely centaur. He missed: his body pined for her touch, his eyes - for herself.
Vanga lay down horse-like at the coastal bushes and began to unload things. The place was not the best for an overnight stay, as there are many mosquitoes in the reservoirs, but only here it was possible to hide among the bushes from prying eyes until the morning (more precisely from people's eyes) and get enough sleep. The bushes were low, but it was not important, because the fact that the centaurs are sleeping while standing is just another myth. A tired northerner first took off her bags, then spears, put a sword near to her right hand, then took off her bow and looked at Arkhip. They were in the territory of people, there was a village nearby, and now the centaurine was required to fully trust this young man.
- You're so silent. - Noticed Wang.
- Probably not used to someone else's society. My father and I have only been living together for a long time. You know, we all hide from people, and as a result from each other. - With bitterness noticed Arkhip.
- Yes I heard. It is sad. In the north, we live in tribes and can stand up for ourselves. - sympathized with Vanga, turned a little to the boy and sat down more comfortably.
- Whole tribes? And nobody is following you? - the boy was delighted.
- There are clashes with Amazons, nomads, but the steppe is wide and we have room to cross each other, and we don’t approach the Greek colonies. - explained northerner.
- With Amazons? Those most? And what are they? - the guy's eyes sparkled.
- And people like me! Simple warriors. Nothing special. In the north, many women stand shoulder to shoulder with men when they need to protect the tribe.
- Is it true that they steal men for procreation? - continued his young man.
- Oh I do not know. Although, I have not seen men among them, but I will disappoint you, if this is true, the centaurs are not exactly interested in them in this regard. - the girl mated.
- I just heard the legends and just wondered. - Arkhip began shyly justifying himself by looking away.
- I know. - Wang looked at Arkhip and remembered all of today. Despite his shy silence and stiffness, unexpectedly for Vanga herself, she liked the young man. Maybe she just got hungry in the vicinity, and she was lonely, maybe she wanted just sex or a friend, but the fact remains: she was sympathetic to this young centaur. - Better tell me about yourself. How do you live here?
- It's boring. As far as I can remember, we lived in the same cave, by the way, we are halfway to it. My father hunted and built our home, and my mother raised me. She told me fairy tales, myths and legends that brightened our sluggish life, but then she died from a serious illness.
- Oh, condolence. - The girl said sincerely.
- Thank you, but it was a long time ago, I was still a child then.
- And friends? - Her deep eyes peered at the silhouette of a young man in the twilight.
- No one. Only father. - Sadly muttered the guy, again looking to nowhere.
- Aha, it is clear ... - pointedly stretched Wang and added - Will you help me take off the armor? I have not taken them off for a week, I am very tired of them. - Of course, the armor was arranged so that one centaur could always dress or take them off, but this required a considerable amount of time, and the lone traveler hardly dared to fall asleep without them and become an agonized beast or robber. Just reasoned and Vanga in his march to the south. - I want to sleep even today.
- Yes of course. - Arkhip cautiously approached Vanga and she rose.
It was already dark and they did not make a fire, but the starry sky and the moon gave them enough light to see each other. Bags lay in the bushes to the boy’s left, and to the right, the waters of the pond glittered with moonlight. The same light made the warrior's gray eyes shine. The young man wanted to hold his hand on this moon face, that looked at him. It seemed to him that these elegant lips and asked for a kiss. He pulled his hands to armor. His palms were at her waist, and Arkhip could feel her breathing. And Wanga began to unbutton her armor and untie the lacing. The guy followed suit. The breastplate was removed, and the girl reached out, inhaling to the full chest and straightening her shoulders. Under it was a shirt. Arkhip, a little disappointed (or sobered up from fantasies), bowed in a horse's bow to remove the armor from the beauty's legs. While the girl unfastened the bandages, he caught himself thinking that he wanted to look behind him under the blanket. Leather armor was thrown to the bags, and now only the platband blanket remains. A foreign woman thought and looked at the pond.
- Is he deep? - she asked a question to Arkhip, biting her lip.
- No, very small.
- Nothing. Will fit. I just really want to freshen up after a long journey.
She walked away from Arkhip, pulled a pair of fasteners on her horseback, and slipped away from her blanket, and before the boy saw the graceful solo body, in an instant the girl rushed to the moonlit path. Silver splashes with the reflection of the moon rose into the air, and the noise drowned out the crickets. She stood in the middle of the pond in the deepest place, and the water only reached the middle of her strong legs. Arkhip looked at Wang in the pale moonlight, surrounded by crystal clear waters, and remembered the legends of naiads that his mother had told him. The only difference between her and the nymph was a men's tunic sloppyly hanging over her shoulders. She smiled, and a light laugh came from her mouth. Northerner pulled the ribbon in the spit, but she did not bloom, then she pulled off her yellowed battered shirt. This hairstyle could not stand. “Catch!” - Centauria shouted and the shirt flew into Arkhip, shielding his view, and when she landed in his hands, the young man’s gaze was an indescribable sight. Blond hair fell on not tanned shoulders, and the naked girl seemed to shine against the dark blue of the night. The hand unsuccessfully tried to hide the pale snow-white chest, but could only hide the tender red nipples. The ears of the horse twitched playfully between the loose strands. "I caught it? Good. Go here. You know, this place looks completely different from here. ”And immediately after these words, she sat in the water. In a hurry, the young centaur threw his tunic on the other things lying at the very roots of the bushes, and headed towards the girl-horse. What he was observing now enchanted him so much, and it was not at all. Arkhip was agitated, he felt awe and could not believe his eyes, but all this was only in the soul. His feelings were without a drop of lust this time. The young man thought he was in love now. The centaur went to the center of the lake and his hooves quickly began to cut the water surface. Wanga looked with a smile at her raised hand chest and, softly giggling, said:
- Since it happened, I think it will be uncomfortable with one hand. Lie down next. Back rub.
- Are you serious? - asked the guy stunned by these events.
- And you probably expect me to show my chest? - again mocking tone replied Wang.
- Not. Okay. - The young man agreed with a smile.
With her free hand, the girl threw her hair over one shoulder, exposing the other to look at the guy. Arkhip lay down beside him in a horse-like manner, as Wanga picked up water in his palm and turned his hands to her shoulder blades. So he squeezed the “handful” of water one or two times with constrained movements, and that flowed down the marble back, outlining everything: shoulder blades, ridge, bends on the lower back. The tanned neck and hands of a northerner amusingly contrasted with the rest of the female body, accustomed to hiding under the armor, which led Arkhip to think that not everything is so good in the Scythian steppes.
- Br, cool. And you do not massage my back? Sorry for the audacity, but you know what it is like to ride for several days.
- Of course. - Said Arkhip, hesitated for a moment in indecision, and then still put his hands on the silky shoulders. The thumbs of both hands began to slide along the spine, and the palms kneaded between it and the shoulder blades, while the other fingers slowly wandered from the shoulders to the neck and collarbone. Then his hands rose and occupied the muscles of the elegant bronze neck, his fingers stroking the animal's ears, sometimes leaving to delineate her chin from below. Wanga threw back her head and closed her eyes, and a big smile spread across her face. Feeling her tender skin in his hands, feeling every muscle, looking at her closed eyelids and cute nose, and finally hearing her sweet “mmm ...”, the centaur realized that this really excites him. “Hmmm ... can you have a loin? You have hands from the gods, ”Arkhip heard when he was completely gone into his feelings. He did not answer. His hands quickly slid down, not looking up from the body, and the butterfly fell to the right place. And again the thumbs of his hands, as well as the palms themselves, kneaded the surroundings of the ridge, then the girls moved away from him at the waist, each time farther and farther away, and returned. And then, finally, the young man’s hands reached her navel and imprisoned Wang. She giggled, and his fingers began to caress the girlish tum.
- Do you want? - She said, turning around - I, too. - And explicitly released the chest.
- Are you serious? “To the centaur began to seem like a dream.”
- Yes, you are so gentle. Come on.
Wang reached for Arkhip's lips, and he hesitantly accepted a kiss. They kissed sitting in a half turn, because the young man was lying to the left and slightly behind her, and it was uncomfortable. Lips Vanga detached from Arkhip and with them flew: "Get up." The pair immediately stood up, and then, as soon as the centaurs were face to face, at that very moment Arkhip kissed her confidently. Water streamed from their horse bodies, and they merged in a passionate kiss. Hands enclosed them in a mutual embrace. The girl wrapped the centaur's strong back, and his right hand clutched her tender chest. The palm went up and down, as gently as before on the back, and between her fingers flashed a hardened nipple. And again their lips parted: “Behind, boy, behind” - Vanga said in a well-known, playful and caustic tone. And this boy discontentedly let go of the female breast and walked to the raised sweetheart's braided tail light. His hand lay on her horseback and slipped back along the fur. Now that he had seen her resilient, strong and agile tail without blankets, he seemed very exciting to Arkhip. The young man stopped to admire him, immediately received a slap on his own and heard Vanga’s laughter. The boy's brush gently descended on the buttocks under the tail, like his gaze. The velvet coat was over, and the young men saw her neat ruddy sex lips. It was not clear what is more in them: bestial or human, but it was clear that they were beautiful and did not look like anything he had seen. A member of Arkhip has long stood in full combat readiness, and even his massive head was already filled with blood in full force, like a man, which distinguished him from stallions, whose maximum size was reached only at times of orgasm. The guy removed his hand and jumped. Wang heard the sound of water from under the centaur's feet and, in a tighter second, felt how his brown horse chest lay on the croup. A huge mushroom, twice as wide as any other centaur, sprawled between her buttocks, leaning into her pussy. No sooner had the northerner surprised at the size, as the young man rushed forward, and his giant black club burst into the bosom. The mushroom hat wrinkled with the disgraceful lips and walls of her vagina on the way forward, and a loud moan broke from the lips of Vanga. The girl leaned back into the arms of her lover, who had closed her breasts. The centaurus turned round over her right shoulder, and the pair reached out for a kiss. In each palm of Arkhip there was a soft and wet chest, and the fine brushes of Vanga lay on top of his hands. Their tongues danced in a kiss, and the two young men’s hearts excitedly drew blood into his dimensionless organ. Arkhip leaned back, and again his sweeping hat twisted inside the centaurde, giving him and her an indescribable sensation. For the first time he felt like something completely encircled his dick. The warm, gentle and moist vagina caused feelings unknown to the centaur. The boy was all accelerating his frictions and his, resembling the piston of a steam engine, the penis created more and more loud champing, and kisses were more and more broken by unrestrained moans of Vanga. The girl's heavy breathing excited the stallion even more. He clung to her tanned neck and lobbied her, his strong arms squeezing the female breast, now stroking it whole, then pulling on the excited nipples. Northerner, hot with passionate puffing over her shoulder, just rolled her eyes and enjoyed having her back turned. Only the vast expanses of the horse body of the centaurdes could truly accept such a gigantic organ and give pleasure to the centaur. No other creature can take the special place of a female centaur in the heart of a centaur - a man. And now Arkhip understood this. Now in the arms of the young man was the very female centaur. His broad chest was in contact with her tender snow-white shoulders. In large male palms, girl's breasts billowed out of passionate breathing, and horse legs embraced Vanga's horse torso, sweaty from love, embraced horse legs. Between his hind legs, near the huge eggs that were swinging, there were elastic centauri buttocks, and Arkhip's black club walked in it. The young centaur has never experienced greater intimacy with another creature, did not feel greater contact. Their fierce leap continued, and the rider grew faster and faster, causing the water, which began to move along with the young bodies, with the noise reached the powerful scrotum, adding piquant sensations to the first experience of the now grown-up guy. Sensing that the climax of their love had come, the centaur abruptly cut off his rhythmic movements and began to intermittently slam into the depth of her beloved for the entire length, releasing seemingly endless streams of white seed, to which she replied with a black hand with his black womb. At that moment in the eyes of Arkhip darkened, and he firmly hugged Wangu, and her hands squeezed his elbows. In their first time, they had finished together, and both of them had squatted their legs for tiredness. The guy had to jump from the back of a northerner, which is why his still long but already soft proboscis slipped out of her cherished place. Silently, exhausted couple lay down in the water again. They lay side by side and breathed slowly. Wanga laid her head on Arkhip's shoulder, and then smiled and said: "You do not only have hands from the gods."