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

Marcus shuddered as she too touched him eagerly. They brought each other over the peak together, muffling their cries with a heated kiss. "Sleep, my love." He said. Elizabeth was too exhausted to protest. *** She woke in the middle of the night. The fire had died down to a small blaze, causing the shadows to dance over the walls of the long house. Beside her, Marcus was fast asleep, his face relaxed and sated from their passion. Ever so slowly, Elizabeth slipped from his arms and glanced back to see if he had awakened. She grabbed her dress and tiptoed to the shelf where she hid one of his daggers. If she was going to escape, there would be no time to don the dress until after she was well out of the camp's perimeters. Elizabeth glanced back one more time at the sleeping figure on the cushions. She couldn't deny that Marcus gave her intense pleasure. But she wasn't meant for a life here. As she slipped out of the longhouse, she tried to push away the feeling of guilt and sadness. She

Elizabeth paced the longhouse. Occasionally, she looked toward the doorway, straining to listen for Marcus return. It had been more than an hour and still the centaurs hadn't returned. Now with each passing minute, she got more nervous. Marcus was going to be furious. She lay on the cushions that made up their bed. Their bed. When did she start thinking of it as being hers, too? The doorway lifted as Marcus entered. Elizabeth immediately sat up, eyes wide with worry. Marcus met her gaze silently and held it for a long moment before he turned to take off his armor. Outside she could here soft voices of others returning to their homes. Marcus's silence only made her more nervous. "I had to do it, Marcus." She saw his jaw tense. "Then why did you come back?" He asked curtly. "I'm not exactly sure." He didn't look at her, nor did he answer. His back and shoulders were stiff and his dark eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. Nothing but the crackling of the fire filled the silence. She

Once he was satisfied with the depth of the penetration, the dragon began to sway his hips back and forth, pumping Maya's pussy with loving intensity. His cold, scaly stomach rubbed against hers, warm and delicate. He could actually feel her skin bulging as his cock moved within her loins. The Princess loved it. His huge cock possessing her so perfectly; the weight of his body pressing down on hers, amplifying every sensation. Maya was in paradise. The dragon fucked Maya in this position for a long time, rocking her body with every stroke, and accelerating the pace is he approached his climax. Maya moaned out loud, lost in an endless abyss of elation. Anais watched the couple almost without blinking. She was still worried, Don't thrust so hard! You are going to hurt her! yet her pussy moistened. Suddenly, the harmonious motions and sounds were truncated by a roar and a loud squeal. Maya was climaxing and so was the dragon. White sperm burst from Maya's pussy as her body quickly beca

Princess Maya was being held captive in the dungeons beneath the royal castle. Her golden tiara was still attached to her blond hair while she was forced to wear a very sexy clothing that barely covered her breasts. Her slim, sexy body had to be visible to have a better effect on the slave trader. A large troll, about two meters tall and carrying a fat belly, was blocking the door. Lord Nogard's orders were that the princess was not allowed to leave under any circumstances. The princess was fully aware of her cousin's intentions to sell her and she also knew about the imminent invasion of the northern creatures. The news about the death of her father and brother had been too much for her and she had given up fighting. She had decided to sacrifice herself and let her cousin become King. At least he would be able to lead an army and defend the city from the monsters. Anais, the princess' main escort, was trying to convince her otherwise, "My Princess, you can't let him do this to you.