Before she could begin to wonder what was happening, he pushed forward and something large moved through his member and into her womb. The egg entered her with a *pop* and Lorie's back arched as the foreign sensation. He thrust again and another egg was transferred, then another, and another. The slow, almost gentle thrust of his hips coupled with the feeling of being stuffed made her eyes roll back in ecstasy. She felt so close; The continuous stream of eggs was massaging the most sensitive parts of her while the tendrils at the base of his c*ck played with her cl*t. Her body writhed as her belly was stretched. "I- can't take it anymore," the first words she had been able to get out since the whole thing began, and her last before she arched in climax. Above her, the creature trilled. His hands and tendrils caressing her body all over. The ones at her mouth slid down her throat and back out. At some point, he stopped pumping in the eggs, and his body gave a grassy shudder. A differen

Robert's eyes were almost closed but still he struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But she was making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared him now danced inside his drooping eyelids. Her musky perfume filled his nostrils, tranquilizing him when he should be terrified. Her voice was cooing and inviting, promising him repose ... and relief. He could no longer push away the soft hand on his cock, massaging him, stroking him, making him want to come so bad. Still he resisted. He knew, somehow, that as long as he did not orgasm he was not lost. That was her teasing almost irresistibly tempting offer: let her make him come, give in to her touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt his will into hers.How did this happen? How could he have blundered from a difficult relation with his pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If he had on

"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. 

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

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