Caledor galloped through the forest, winding down the narrow woodland path. He gracefully wove around branches and trees, hopping over small rocks. His powerful hooves pounding the earth, his strong muscular arms by his side. He ran through these woods often, for fun, for exercise, or maybe just to relax. But the real reason he knew these woods so well, was he used them to hunt. And today was a hunting day.
As he ran, he started to close his eyes, using his other senses to feel the world around him. His ears picking up the slightest rustle of leaves. His nose taking apart the scents in the air, seeking out the pray he so ruthlessly sought.
Caledor stopped suddenly. Dirt kicking up under him, grazing his underbelly. His large horse cock dangled beneath him, still impressive even in it's flaccid state, it twitched ever so slightly in anticipation. He raised his hands to his ears and listened more intently. In his mind he could see the forest all around him, he explored a 3D map in his mind. All the paths and barriers. The plants, the ground, the water. He breathed deeply and slowly, filling his lungs with the pure forest air. All 10 of his abs flexed and contorted as he held the breath in, before releasing it slowly. Caledor was well built, his arms large and strong. His abs perfectly formed. His back back muscles rippled with every slight movement. As centaurs went, he was not the largest he had ever met, but neither the smallest. From his front hooves to the top of his head he stood 6 feet 9 inches tall, and he measured just under 8 feet from front to back. His muscular physique continued all through out his horse like body. He was covered in soft hair, everywhere except for completely smooth face, his bald head, and incredibly smooth horse cock, and his large heavy, smooth testicles.
Caledor stood still for several minutes, continuing his slow breaths. He'd been traveling the forest for nearly an hour to reach this place. He had a special feeling about this spot. It was twilight hour, and the wood-nymphs of the forest couldn't resist descending from the trees at this time to play on the forest floor. But they were all too aware of the risk the centaur brought. They knew he hunted them, and so they never returned to the same spot twice. Always seeking new ground to frolic and play their games. New earth to roll around in. New streams to bath in. New rocks to perch themselves on as they caressed each other and fucked until dawn. Hunting wood-nymphs was difficult, but Caledor was experienced, and his intuition had been correct. The sweet scent of nymph pussy was starting to fill the air. At first it was just a gentle waft, but as he left the trail, and followed his nose through the woods, it got stronger and stronger, until it was intoxicating. The powerful smell of the sex beings of the woods filling and thickening the air.
Now that he was moving slowly, Caledor was as silent as a wild cat. Although he was a large beast, his strength and grace allowed him to maneuver his body with an ease that seemed impossible. As he approached a small cliff in the woods overlooking a ravine below, he started to hear the soft moans of a pair of nymphs. He paused behind a large tree and every so slightly peered out from behind it to take in the scene below. As he gazed down into the small ravine, different parts of his hunters mind kicked into gear, planning the best path down, calculating how the nymphs would run. Where they would jump to in their feeble attempts at finding safety. How he would cut off their escape before snatching them under his strong arms and start to fuck them. How he would overpower them and turn them into his sex slaves for the night, mating with them until dawn, until their spirits were filled to the brim with his passion, and their pussies and bellies filled to the brim with his centaur cum. A centaur hunt was not a clean or calm event. It was messy. Brutal. Fraught. By the time he was done with a nymph, they would reach the highest point of ecstasy of their short lived physical lives, and would burst into a cloud of sparks, hot steam, and nymph dust, instantly vaporizing, signaling the return of their spirits to the forest, to be reborn the next night.
Caledor crouched lower behind his cover and observed the nymphs, preparing his moves, and patiently waiting for the right opportunity. His enormous member slowly growing as the anticipation built, getting ready to be used like a weapon in battle. An additional limb to attack, subdue, and consume his prey.
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The noon day sun shined brightly down on the forest, bathing the trees in its light, pouring life into the plants and animals below. Two large trees near a small ravine deep in woods soaked in the light, their leaves tumbling in the wind. Saphira and Amathar, two wood-nymphs of the forest currently inhabited these two trees, their spirits talking to each other, planning out their evening.
