The Book 1

Emily hadn’t really thought about anyone being there. It was too late at night and no one roamed the back of the bookshelves like she did. Peering around in the dust for a first edition or signed copy missed by Sharon, the bookstore owner. Sharon was patient with her long shopping expeditions. She was an odd woman with a glimmer in her eye that said she knew more about Emily living in a world of fantasy than Emily herself did. But then that’s the way it had always been.

It was nearly after 10:00 when Emily stumbled on the translated mythology, with drawn pictures full of satyrs, centaurs and other half human half man creatures she’d forgotten about from her days in college courses where the dull professor had droned on and on bringing no life to the subject. She studied the pages carefully, pushing her glasses back up on her nose and adjusting her long braid back over her shoulder. Sharon called out to her “Em, I’m just going to lock up, will you close the back door behind you as you go out?”

“Sure, Sharon, I found one I think I want, can I take it home?” The owner called out her agreement and Emily bolted out the back door, the book clutched under her coat.

She made it to her apartment in record time, fixing a quick cup of tea and then grabbing the book again. While she’d changed into her favorite silk kimono she’d found it opened up by her dresser. Puzzled she’d looked at it again, it was turned to an illustration of centaur, half horse half man. He’d been holding a woman in front of him, hand under her arms while she struggled, a minotaur bent over her nakedness grazing her breasts with a long tongue while several smaller satyrs watched the scene, their faces masks of lust.

Emily had been shocked at the turn of the pictures. It was obviously some kind of mythological erotica. She hadn’t planned to read it but...now that she had it home she wondered what else could be there. She looked at the picture again as she picked the book up and moved to her bed. The woman’s face was an image of fear and something else, maybe arousal.

Emily’s own experience with sex had been haphazard and not very interesting. She found masturbation cured her needs for the moment. The men that surrounded her at work were pasty-faced, whining geeks. Then there was her boss, Tom, who was like one of the minotaurs in the pages...leering and overtly masculine with a face like a bull and the body of a weightlifter. He scared her in a way she couldn’t put her finger on. His son was his second in command, Robert had a longer, slimmer build but still carried the same broad chest. She thought he must look like his mother, with a long refined nose and dark compelling eyes. Amazing that Tom could have brought anyone with Roberts’s good looks into the world. They were opposites but then they were both the same, exuding dark sexuality that made Emily tremble.

The illustration called to her again, she hadn’t noticed the woman’s hair, it was long, as long as Emily kept her own...and straight and thick. The woman’s head was thrown back and she looked oddly familiar. A tickle of urgency ran down her spine. She brushed it away. What was the matter with her. Laughing at herself, she looked at the minatour and the horse-like centaur. They reminded her vaguely of Tom and Robert. The Bull and The Horse. Yes that seemed to apply

Emily turned the pages in fascination. The game with the woman continued, at one point the centaur had pulled the woman under him, intent on burying his long rod into her. The size of the creatures cock made Emily clench her thighs together. The woman’s face was stretched in pain. The minotaur looked on, stroking his own long weapon as he watched. Emily blinked and looked at the text under the drawing, the words were some Latin scramble she could make no sense of. When she looked back to the picture the minotaur seemed to have moved. He stared out of the framed picture now. Directly at her, lust in his eyes, his cock in his hand. She looked in fascination and the hand that stroked that weapon. It was huge for man. But not for a minotaur she wondered? Round and thick, nearly purple in the artists rendering and uncircumcised, something she had never seen before. Of course not, she thought. No centaur would be circumcised! It was enough to split a woman too small to accept the thickness. She felt a trickle of moisture run down her legs. Gasping, she slammed the booked shut and adjusted herself in the bed. This was too much. Her imagination was running away with her.

Emily rolled over in bed, knocking the book to the floor. Open again to another panel, another page. She reached up, thinking to turn off the reading lamp and forget about what she’d seen. She felt slightly guilty for finding it so erotic. Glancing down, she saw the drawing. It was as if it was calling to her, to pick up the book. To see what fate held for the woman with hair like hers. This time the picture was beyond anything she’d ever seen. The woman lay full length on top of the minotaur. Her face turned in a perfect 69 on top of him. Her mouth was attempting to take in the huge cock. Her thigh lift slightly to show his tongue flattened out wide, covering her from mons, nearly to her small anal entry. She stared in fascination. The woman’s eyes were closed. The minotaurs hand clenched one breast while the other attempted to bury three fingers in her tiny ass. A single tear was falling from her eye. It was the only sign of struggle. In the background the centaur watched, his own cock pulled from its sheath. He smiled a wide gleaming grin, as if he would be next. Emily turned the page, with a shaking hand. By now her legs were like lead weights. There was a burning in her belly. She wanted to touch herself but couldn’t move her hands from the pages of the book. Shifting in bed, she rocked her hips down against the mattress to ease the pressure.

In the following page the scene had changed. Emily was confused. The picture was a jumble of legs and arms. Finally she sorted out the scene. The centaur held the woman under him, belly to the ground, a look of satisfaction on his dark face while his own cock bore into her from behind. It made no sense to Emily, seeing the minotaur on the ground under the two, flat on his back on a bed of ferns, his long tongue wrapped around one nipple as he raised up under the naked victim. But his bull-size cock was disappearing into the woman's’ stretched cunt. It was obvious, the labia parted around him, the clitoris, wet and glittering like a pearl. Then Emily realized that the horse like centaur was buried in the woman’s ass. She was taking them both. Both of them into her, with those huge very human-like cocks breaking her apart. Emily looked at the woman’s face...it was a contrast of pain and pleasure. She looked again where the minotaur buried himself to the hilt, his hips raised up. Fingers slipping toward the woman’s sex to rub her. Emily blinked again and rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t seen that before. He hadn’t been touching her...frantic she flipped the page back to see if the other picture was there. Was it a new drawing? But no, THIS time the minotaurs tongue was curled around the nipple on the other side. His fingers obviously were pulling hard on his victim’s clitoris. The centaur was pulled nearly out of her ass, his cock longer and more full and round than before. Emily turned the page quickly. Thinking she was dreaming, or sleepy or slowly losing her mind. Pictures didn’t change like this, something was wrong. She tried to ignore the ready wetness that was between her thighs, still wanting to touch but needing to see the rest of the story.

New players entered the next scene, a group of fawns, smaller than the centaur, there were three of them surrounding the woman, one held her up onto his gleaming cock while another attempted to drive into her cunt from in front of him. The other stood to the side, stroking himself, prepared to take her mouth. Emily slapped her hand against the page, ready to toss the book across the room. When she saw the centaur and minataur looking at her from the page, their eyes full of malice and lust, both laughing, cocks in their human hands. Taunting her.

She turned the page slowly, thinking on the resemblance to humans. She often saw a similar look in Roberts’s eye when she asked him a question; as if he were assessing her and finding her lacking.

She turned the page wincing, expecting more carnage of the female. But this time the scene had changed. Once again the centaur held the woman up, nearly above his head, her legs spread wide, his own tongue lapping at her sex, but the minotaur stood behind her, helping to support her weight, spreading her ass open and driving his tongue into it, obviously easing her from the earlier pain. Each man/animals eyes were closed, concentrating on his task. The woman’s hair fell back and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as she moaned. This she was enjoying, Emily could tell. How could she not, tongues the size of small cocks and long finger sliding into her. She looked again. She had not seen their fingers before. They were penetrating the woman’s sex and ass with not two but three fingers each, spreading her open. Emily started slightly in horror. She closed her eyes slowly and opening them. The centaur stared up at her from the woman’s cunt, his eyes dancing. Four fingers now pushed in from his large hand, his tongue flattened out to press against the woman’s clit. He seemed to be saying to her “There is always more.”

Emily slapped the page down, pushing to the far back of the heavy book. Thinking to find something else, anything else. The burning in her cunt was continuing. She was caught between wanted to be THAT woman. To be split apart by those two cocks and hands and tongues and wanting to hide from what she wanted. The last page fell open on the bed, her hands shaking she reached out to touch it, her fingers sliding along the page.

The fawns watched from the background as the centaur and minotaur plowed into the woman’s cunt and mouth. She was on her knees half under the centaur, his cock distended holding her open, dripping while the minatar plowed into her mouth, holding her by her hair pushing past her lips. Semen dripped from her chin and her throat appeared to be moving, trying to gulp. Emily moaned slightly and moved. When she studied the centaur closely she could see he too pumped his fluid into the woman, it ran down her parted thighs. Both of the creatures’ heads were thrown back, reveling in the feeling. Male mating triumph on their faces.

Emily’s hand slipped between her legs, feeling the slick wetness there. She shivered, bringing her finger back to taste. She had never been that wet before. No lover had ever brought her to that state. She looked at the page again. The picture had again changed. Now they both stood cocks enraged, full of blood and straining from their animal bodies. The centaurs’ hand extended toward her, his eyes full of invitation and gleaming with lust. The minotar stared at her, even white teeth smiled out of the page, his hand also reaching out. It was as if they wanted her. As if they knew. Emily pulled her finger from her lips in a daze, her skin was on fire. Not thinking, just following instinct she touched that finger to page, where those two hands nearly met. It was warm, her other fingertips began to tingle and she rested them on the page, covering both the creatures beckoning gestures. She felt heat emanating and then pulsing...like human skin. Her ears began to ring and then she felt herself tumbling forward, falling...