"I tell you that love has nothing to do with the conception of a child or the formation of a family," Dr Steven Myers told his wife Dr Elizabeth Myers one night over dinner."Of course all you need for conception is an egg and a sperm, coupled with a 9 month gestation period and there you have your child," Steven continued."Steven of course. But I think love is required to have a family," Elizabeth replied."Love? Will you please use your brain," he retorted snobbishly."How many orphans are there in the world? Millions," he continued."Are we to assume that if there was love they would not be orphans? Of course not. Pregnancy is a biological response of the human beings desire to breed. It is the only thing that man is trained for," he continued."But would you not concede that love is the foundation of the happy family," she countered.
She moaned as she felt his manhood burrow down deep inside of her, her pussy stretching to accommodate this massive invader. He continued to thrust in slowly until their pubic bones met, and then he stopped and lay silently inside of her.Her eyes widened when she felt the breath of his cock buried now deeply in her pussy and moaned with pleasure as he slowly began to pump into her."Oh yeah Vince. Oh you keep it up baby...oh fuck yeah," she moaned as he began to increase his pace.She pulled him to her mouth and they kissed deeply, as she began to thrust up to meet him and match his pace."Oh Lizzy this is what I have been dreaming about forever. Oh God it's so fucking incredible," he moaned as he continued to thrust."I know baby...oh you're so fucking good at this...keep fucking me baby," she moaned as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer and deeper inside of
Marcus watched, hidden by the thickness of trees as the young woman knelt down by a small bush and started to pluck the berries. Her gown was plain, a dull red against the lush green of the grassy hills. It was a shame her long blonde hair was bound in a braid. It made him itch to run his fingers through it. A woman's hair should flow loosely over her back so that it could catch in the wind. No matter, once she was a part of his camp, she would keep her hair loose. It was the way of the females. Just for second, he felt doubt. He knew the people of her village told stories. Stories of how dangerous centaurs were, how they r*ped their women and pillaged their homes, burning them to the ground, of how they killed mercilessly. How far from the truth, Marcus thought with disgust. But one thing was true about centaurs. They captured their maidens to take as their mates. Marcus charged forward, intent upon his target. Elizabeth barely had time to react to the thundering gallop. As soon as
He pushed aside the thick leather covering the entrance of his long house. Elizabeth quickly dismounted and rushed toward the exit, but he grabbed her just in time. "I want to go home. Let me go!" His grip was firm on her arm and he brought her close. "This is your home now, my love." "This is not my home and I am not your love. And I will not be your mate. I could never marry a centaur! It's wrong!" Elizabeth shouted. She saw something flash in Marcus's dark eyes. "Yet it is a centaur who can make you wet." He said in a low voice. He propped her onto a bed several feet up from the ground so that she lay level to his body. Angered by her words, he tore her gown and the material fell away, leaving her naked before him. "I could hear every little gasp coming from your lips, my love." He said huskily. "Let us see if it is a centaur who can make you cry out in pleasure." His kiss was punishing, his lips slanting over hers as she tried to push him away. But it was no use, he was too stro
Elizabeth refused to cry, least Marcus know the satisfaction of his power of her. Her mind frantically searched for a solution. There had to be a way to escape. She couldn't stay here, forced to live with a centaur and be his slave. This was absurd. Unreal. "Hello there." Called a soft voice. The older woman she'd seen earlier entered the longhouse carrying a tray of food. Her graying hair was left loose over shoulders and she wore a fine gown of green that looked expensive. Elizabeth wondered at the beauty of such a gown. Did they make their clothes here? In her village, it was rare to find a gown as beautiful as this woman's, even in the shops that sold ready-made ones. "You are Orcanus's mate?" The older woman, with her lined face and kind smile nodded. "My name is Jewel. Marcus tells me your name is Elizabeth." Elizabeth nodded. Jewel set down the tray and took a seat herself. "I felt the same when I was brought here." And then she laughed softly. "When I was kidnapped." "Did you
"Please, Marcus." She begged. "I need you." His teeth were clenched, his damp forehead rested on hers now as he panted. "Tell me I am your mate. Tell me and I will finish this." "Marcus..." "Tell me!" He slid an inch deeper into her. He was throbbing. "I am yours!" He thrust into her to the hilt. She came at once, her release flooding his cock and he could hold back no longer. He slammed into her twice before she felt him spill inside her. Marcus lay her down gently, felt his heart swell when she curled into his arms, her eyes closing. But her peacefulness was short-lived. As soon as she gained her breath, she pulled away from him, covering herself with a blanket. "Come back here, Elizabeth. We are both tired and I wish for you to sleep in my arms." Marcus said wearily. She glared at him. "I told you not to touch me anymore, Marcus. I meant it." He arched an eyebrow. "I recall that you were begging me to take you only a moment ago." "I wasn't in control." She retorted. "Will you let m
The second centaur was younger, his eyes gleaming with mischief and humor. Even now he grinned at Marcus and Elizabeth. "Elizabeth I want you to meet my younger brothers, Marco and Loren. Brothers, this is my mate." "Welcome, sister." Marco said with a slow smile, though it didn't touch his eyes, which held a guarded and haunted look in them. Loren, the youngest, smiled broadly. "Elizabeth, that's a pretty name. Is she rosy down in her - " Marco chucked Loren on the head and the younger centaur blushed. "I meant no offense, sister." "You must forgive Loren. He's anxious to get his own mate and seems to think of nothing else but women." Marcus explained, glaring at his brother. Loren smiled sheepishly. "That's all right. It's nice to meet you." Elizabeth didn't know what else to say. Marco seemed content to remain silent, though he watched her behind the curtain of his heavy eyelashes, as if judging her worthiness as Marcus's mate. There was something about the second brother that piqu
Elizabeth clung to Marcus as he gripped her by the hips, moving her over the length of his cock. She closed her eyes, concentrating on how he filled her so perfectly. She'd gone to him willingly that night, knowing this would be her only chance to experience this ecstasy before she returned to her village. She wanted Marcus to think that if she were accepting him now, he would trust her, thus making her escape easier. She felt him swell inside of her as he quickened his thrusts. She stiffened as everything shattered inside of her. Marcus grinded his hips to hers as he emptied himself in her the second time that night. "Ah, my Elizabeth." He murmured, cuddling her into his arms as he closed his eyes. He brought her back to his chest as he nuzzled her neck. She took a deep breath, taking in his sandalwood scent mixed with the musk of their lovemaking. "I love the way your body is flushed after my loving." "Hmm..." One of hands strayed down to her flat stomach, caressing lightly in circl