Abigail slowly took in the magnificent and oddly shaped image of the creature before her. Where the creature's legs should have been, were four hooves firmly planted in the muddy ground. Supporting those legs was the powerful upper body of a horse. The creature was a pale brown, flanked by stripes of white. Sprouting from the massive shoulders of the horse-like creature was the torso of a male warrior.
Hard abs poked out from a battle-hardened stomach, crisscrossed with numerous scars. His chest bore a thick carpet of hair, wild and spread generously spread over powerful pectorals. He wore a half-buttoned dark red vest. The clasps were decorated with fine details of silver which sparkled brightly in the moonlight. A necklace of linked silver chains framed his neck, its tip disappearing down into his vest.
The creature’s face was framed by a large brown beard. It covered a rough, worn face with weary, cautious eyes. He had sparsely cut hair, roughly parted wildly in every direction. Dark brown locks spilled over his brow and ears. He leaned his head toward Abigail as he raised his lantern further up, spreading the sparse light between them.
“Aye, what are yee doing here?” The centaur raised his head, sniffing the chill air.
“I sensed more of ye… Where be the others?”
Abigail and Jacob stared at the ground between them, unable to find the words to give any kind of credible response to the creature. How could they explain the strange being that was in the pond? The erotic display and disappearance of their two companions? Abigail turned away from the centaur, unable to bear looking the creature in the eyes. Instead, she turned her eyes to the still-dead pond, where no trace of Hunter or Zafael remained.
The centaur followed her gaze. His eyes furrowed into an understanding expression.
“Oh, uhmm… There’s no point in ye all getting worked up over your missing friends. The Merfolk have them, but they won't harm them. If they do, there will be consequences! The Master will sure make sure of that!”
With this last declaration, the creature spat to his side, moving his left front hoof to scoop loose dirt and pebbles over the spot. This act seemed to put to rest any further conversation about their prior companions. The creature did not press them any further. Instead, he lightly galloped around in a half circle, positioning his body to allow them access to the path ahead.
He lifted his right hand, lantern in tow, highlighting the rocky path as began to speak.
“This be the way to the castle. Step carefully now. Can’t be loosing any more of ye.” This last remark elicited a burst of gruff laughter from deep within his beard.
Satisfied at his attempt at humor, the horse-man bowed slightly, waving his free hand under him in a regal gesture of beckoning.
“This way, if you would, please. You all look weary and could do with some clean, dry clothes. Quickly now, or ye like to freeze out here in the woods.”
Abagail suddenly became aware of how cold and tired she truly was. The adrenaline that had been pumping through her, driving her earlier actions, had now seemingly vanished. She felt the weight of her current situation. Having seen two companions vanish, now all alone in this forest. This creature seemed to be their best bet for some type of safety. Abigail was eager to get moving; she wanted desperately to leave this cold, bitter place behind. She was suddenly aware that her body was trembling. She was overcome with spastic shaking, driven hypothermic by the cold air and her soaked clothes.
She heard Jacob approach her from behind, shedding his thick overcoat.
“Here,” he said as he draped his heavy fur coat over her shoulders.
His arms wrapped around her as he swept the fabric over her body. Abigail was immediately enveloped in a sensation of comforting warmth as the coat wrapped around her body in a tight cocoon. She felt a sudden familiar tingle of desire, wrapped in the donation from Jacob. It smelled of him, and it was the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for her. She desperately wanted to deny the gift, to tell him she was OK. But she knew the truth. She needed it, needed its warmth, needed HIS comfort. She needed to know he was real and there for her.
Abigail blushed feverishly, thankful for his act of kindness.
“Thank you, I really needed that.”
“It's nothing,” he replied, stepping around her and beginning to follow the centaur who had already begun to trot away. She buried her head as far into the heavy coat as she possibly could and began to follow the pair. Lost in the scent and warmth of the boy whom she had barely known before today.
It turned out their journey was far from over. Still, Abigail reminded herself that at least this time they had a guide. Though she was unsure of the creature's actual intentions. He appeared friendly, but then what better way to lure prey?
Though in the end, he was their best bet for getting out of this dangerous forest. So, as far as she figured, they had little choice in the matter. As they walked, the music that had barely been a whisper before had begun to get louder. The smells of a feast rose to their noses, invigorating their steps. The promise of a full stomach, she discovered, was a powerful motivator.
Abigail began to muse as they walked on, her eyes transfixed on the centaur ahead of them. She was dumbstruck by the absurdity of his wardrobe. He wore a vest and accessories on his upper human torso. However, the stallion's hind was completely bare. His tail swished lazily back and forth as he trotted. His hooves uprooted leaves and dirt along the path.
And what massive balls hung between his hind legs!
Abigail was mesmerized by the male’s testicles that swung heavily below his rump. Her eyes were transfixed on the bobbing movements. Swaying back and forth, bumping into each other and bouncing heavily during his trot.
“Completely nude and bare to the world, how freeing that must be!” she thought dreamily.
Not content to just eye the creature's balls, her attention drifted to the accompanying shaft of the centaur. With balls like that, what must his cock look like? Currently buried snugly in the creature's sheath, it would be a magnificent sight, no doubt!
Her mind wandered to the thought of what it would feel like to experience such a member. A shape so large, filling her insides, rubbing her intimate spot. In her vivid imagination, she could see herself held firm by the powerful half-man, half-stallion. With her captive in his grip, the creature would rear up, mounting her from behind. Then the creature's massive cock would thrust wildly into her womanhood, stretching her vaginal hole to its absolute limit. She would scream in pleasure, overtaken by lust and driven mad by the animalistic mating. The centaur would violently thrust in and out of her pussy, breeding her as his mare. The intimate act would end with his thick cock plunged fully into her womb, erupting semen into her vagina as he emptied his balls into her.
Abigail wandered behind the centaur, completely lost in her lustful fantasy. She was certain that giving her womanhood to such a beast would be a thrill, unlike anything she had ever dared to imagine!
“Welcome to Castle Steadwell!” the centaur suddenly announced, looking back over his shoulder as they approached a massive drawbridge.
Blushing, embarrassed, Abigail tore her eyes away from the stallion’s rear.