Author's Note: Okay, I have been getting more emails/comments on how the centaur anatomy works, that it seems I need to address it directly. Ever see a cat lie down on its side? Better yet – ever see a horse lie down on its side? Centaurs are able to do so, thus able to hold their mates close facing each other while lying down. For the 'he leans over her' parts, the human upper body of him is able to move around...
As to their sexual anatomy, yes, correctly speaking, horses have theirs located at the back. As for My centaurs, the sexual member is located in the front (their body hair is grown longer there to hide it...) all other body functions are still exited from the back like a normal animal. These may not be the centaurs of Greek myths, but these are My interpretations of these mythical creatures.
So I hope this clears any confusion as to any sex scenes. No, there is no incredible stretching from the human to perform fellatio while touching his chest. No, the centaur doesn't have to do acrobatic bends to make love to his human.
That aside, this is the last of Callum and Lila's story. Thanks again for those who wait so patiently for these installments and remember to vote!
Happy reading!
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The prisoners were dragged into camp as the sky started to streak with light. Their hands were bound behind their backs and Callum tugged the limp body of Henry into a kneeling position, connecting the rope to a large pole inside the empty longhouse. The servant was tied to the same pole, so they were back to back.
By dawn, Polonius went into the longhouse to see their prisoners. Henry was still unconscious, his head drooping. The servant on the other hand, seemed genuinely terrified and was trembling visibly as he watched, wide-eyed.
"I just followed Mr. Henry's orders. Please, don't kill me." The servant begged.
At the moment, Callum was in no mood for mercy, even if the servant was innocent. He said nothing to the man.
With a bucket of freezing stream water, one of the centaurs tossed it onto Henry. He came out of his blackness sputtering as the cold water splattered onto his face and body. Another centaur came forward and grabbed Henry by the hair, pulling his face up so he could see Callum in front of him.
"Your name, human." Callum's rough voice demanded.
"I am not telling you – " That earned him a punch in the gut. The impact to his body made Henry wheeze and pant.
"Your name."
"Henry." Henry managed. "Henry Juricks."
Callum nodded in confirmation when the Elder turned to him. Fury surged through Callum's veins as he watched the pathetic figure before him. A centaur's protective nature of his mate was not to be trifled with.
"Do you know why you are brought here?" Polonius asked.
"No."
Another bucket of water was thrown on him.
"Enough with the water!" He sputtered, but his head was held firmly.
"You have trespassed onto Centaurian land."
"My apologies for trespassing! We did not know."
"And what of your other crimes? Confess and we may show mercy."
"We did nothing wrong." The servant said quickly. "We are just traveling from town to town."
"We have committed no crimes, centaur." Henry answered. The punch to his gut was painful and it made breathing hard. He glared at his captors, hate darkening his face. "We are innocent."
Callum's fist collided with the man's face. "I do not like your answers, human."
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The flap of the tent was left open, so that the cold winds could sweep into the longhouse. By full morning, the prisoners were fed meager helpings of dried meat and a cup of water before they were brought out to the center of the camp. Tied to separate poles, they were forced to endure snickers and pokes of any who passed them. The young children took to throwing pebbles and small, rather sharp rocks at them.
"I thought they didn't exist." Alfie, his servant said. The foolish man took to mumbling to himself, terrified as he was of these creatures.
Henry tried to ease himself into a more comfortable position, but failed. His muscles ached from being tied in this position for so long and the rest of him hurt from the beatings he'd received. He noticed – and it only angered him more – that Alfie was barely touched. In fact, his servant was barely acknowledged, though he did receive the pourings of those buckets of freezing water.
Henry observed this camp. The filthy animals, he thought as he fumed inside. He glared at any centaur who met his eyes. And those filthy whores who opened their legs for a horse cock.
He openly leered at one woman, who was carrying her newborn baby around. It was the first human baby he'd seen all morning. But his eyes were focused on the curves of her body, so enhanced from carrying a child.
These women must be wild in bed. They gave themselves to animals, didn't they?
Something hard slammed into his face.
"What was that for?" He groaned, moving his jaw gingerly to make sure it wasn't broken.
The centaur looked almost as fierce as the one who interrogated him.
"Do not cast eyes on my mate." The centaur then ushered his mate away.
The animals didn't even marry their women. Sinful creatures. If all the humans knew where to find these centaurs, they would destroy their ways of living.
"Your women are whores!" Henry shouted over Alfie's protests for him to quiet down. "They open their legs to any cock that will fit inside their wet – "
Henry got another punch in the face, this one leaving him slumped on the ground. He blinked, his vision jarred and his ears ringing.
Gradually looking up, he recognized the centaur as the one that came to him yesterday. The fierceness of his glare would have scared any man; it certainly scared Alfie, who suddenly went very quiet.
"Come to tell me my crimes? Or do you prefer a man to a woman's pussy."
