Flamefeathers - The River
Much like nessus, the elf wasted no time with foreplay. alcmene’s body rocked and jolted against the grass with every hard thrust into her unprepared body. she grimaced and winced with every entrance.
The Satyr's Regimen
Not even nessus had packed that much girth! well, _maybe_ nessus. after the centaur's last pounding up his tail, he was walking funny and tasting his load for at least a week. "holy aphrodite..."
Black Night
Over her back, a bow and a quiver of arrows were mounted, undoubtedly the poisoned arrows she'd gotten from the centaur, nessus. in her hands lay the huge, double-bladed, two-handed war-axe that had made many classify her as a female barbarian.