Evan had to get out of the forest.
He knew it was a mistake to go into the Old Woods alone. A level four hero couldn't overcome many of the menaces within, but he'd needed the experience, and hoped to get some higher end gear.
Well, that had blown up in his face.
Now he was lost, and he had no idea how to get back to the dungeon gate. The young warrior looked blankly about the thick forest, trees that all looked the same crowded around, just spaced apart enough to walk through, but not so much that he could see far. And the sounds... the sounds made the hairs of his neck stand on end. The growls and yelps and distant slithering of monsters haunted his every step.
He had to get out of here.
Yet even as he thought this, he realized he wasn't alone.
It was the scent that hit him first. It wafted on the breeze, spicy and sharp, making him jerk upright, nostrils flaring as he took it in. He turned, as if the scent pulled him to look through the trees, froze him in place. The thud of hooves were near silent on the forest floor, but Evan heard them as the monster stepped out of the forest.
She was massive, the lower body of a horse, the upper body that of a buxom woman. She wore not a stitch of clothes, leaving her full, firm breasts on proud display, her hair a golden mane woven with flowers. A bow was in her hands, a quiver of arrows thrown over her shoulder.
Evan was instantly on guard, though the difference in their levels couldn't be more obvious. A centaur was a high end monster, even for the Old Woods, and they were proud creatures too. But there was something different about this one. Her eyes were hot and dim, her cheeks flushed, almost feverish. Her hooves clipped and clopped as she constantly shifted her weight, her braided tail swishing with agitation.
"O-oh! Hello, h-human. Male human. Hi," she said, panting. "I'm Lailana. Hi!"
"H-hello?" Evan said.
He felt her eyes move over him hungrily and tensed further. Were centaurs cannibals? He didn't know. He hadn't heard anything, but that was no guarantee.
"Yeah! Hi hi! Who are you? Um, are you lost or something? Gosh, you're cute!"
"I uh... th-thank you?" Evan said, blinking.
She giggled. That scent was getting stronger. It fairly saturated the air now, thick and pungent. Evan felt like his head was being stuffed with cotton, and his pants with his cock. Why was he getting so hard? Admittedly she was pretty. Lovely. Big, full tits on display. Her pretty face flushed and breasts quivering with panting breath. But she was dangerous too. Had to remember that.
But she hadn't attacked yet. Maybe there was a chance...
"I um... I am a bit lost," Evan said. "Do you know the way out?"
"Out? Yes! Sure! Absolutely. I know the way. But it's um... it's pretty far. You want to go? I can take you there. You can ride me!"
Evan blinked. "Oh," he said. "That's... very kind of you."
"Yep! Yep! Very kind. Very nice, isn't it? I'm very sweet. But um, maybe if I do that, you can do me a favour..."
