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“They give chase!" Ciara cried from my back as she loosed another arrow.

My legs ached from exertion as I bolted down the long stretch of icy road, attempting to put as much ground between us and the pursuing men-at-arms.

Fyrsil was directly in front of me, the fox on his back crouched low to avoid any oncoming arrows. Beyond him was the knight from earlier, the one who had stood for Tokala. He had managed to acquire a horse from the stables as we fled the barracks.

The beast put up quite a fuss when coaxed to ride alongside two large wolves, but I was impressed that the animal, which smelled uncomfortably like prey, was capable of placing his fear aside at the urging of his rider. The abilities of humans to so completely tame a wild beast was both fascinating and terrifying.

Another arrow thud into the ground uncomfortably close, drawing me from my thoughts.

“We cannot stay in the open!" Ciara cried as yet another black and silver arrow freed itself from her own bow in retaliation.

“There is nothing for miles! Surely we will tire before we are free of them!" the human called from ahead.

He was right, I knew. Ciara and I had travelled this very road not long ago, and it was merely a rolling plain snow-covered hills. If I had been alone, I would have been more than capable of disappearing here, but my companions were not quite as equipped for such terrain, even with my magic as an aid. Besides, I was already weary from calling upon my magic too much in such a short time.

I glanced to the north, seeing the shadows of the Frostbogs looming in the distance.

“There is one place," I called, “North, to the marsh!"

The knight almost fell from his horse.

“You're insane! There are much worse things in there than men!" He called back.

Fyrsil had already adjusted course, slamming into the snow and slowing noticeably.

Just then, one of the enemy missiles found its mark, slamming into the human's thigh.

He growled, clutching his wound.

“The road is cleared, they will be on us before we make it halfway!" he growled through gritted teeth.

I rushed past them all, and with a mighty leap, slammed down in front of Fyrsil into the untouched snow.

“Vindr'mynd!" I roared with a full blast of my breath weapon.

A gust of arctic wind rushed forth, blasting a path in the snow before us.

“Go, this will buy you some time. I'll stay here, and hold them back." I ordered, turning back for the road. “Fyrsil, can you bear a second rider?"

Ciara gripped my fur with her free hand tightly.

“No, I am not leaving you!" She scolded.

“I will be right behind!" I growled.

I could feel her tiny legs tighten around me, a physical message that she was not going anywhere.

“Go." I told the others.

They did not hesitate in taking off down the newly cleared path.

Turning, I ducked as another arrow struck where I had just been.

The men were almost on us now.

“Whatever you plan, do it now!" Ciara cried as she launched an arrow into a man's shoulder.

“Sut'Unnr!" I roared.

The earth around us began to tremble, and a loud thunder sounded as the surrounding snows on either side of the road swept up into a great wave of white, before slamming down together.

Men and horse were both swept up alike, and there were cries of shock and pain. As I final touch, I summoned a windstorm to our location, gusting the freshly loosened powder about to obscure our movements.

“Damn, Aatu, I have seen you perform magic many times, but you're growing powerful indeed!" Ciara stated in awe.

My trembling limbs groaned in protest, and I could feel a weariness coming over me, but I fought through it, turning for our path.

We quickly caught up to the others, who had reached the limits of my cleared pathway, and were now struggling down a steep bank, and into the cover of the swamp.

I slid down beside them, glancing up into the gnarled and twisted limbs of the trees above.

“Further in!" Fyrsil said from the lead, hopping between any bits of solid ground he could find in the slush.

We continued on in silence for what seemed like a couple hours, before the human's horse could no longer traverse the swampy terrain.

We decided to rest a moment.

“I'm unsure how dedicated your kin are. That may hold them off for a while, or only moments." I said to the human, who was in the process of dismounting his horse.

He landed into heavy slush with a squelch, groaning in pain as weight shifted onto his hurt leg.

“There is a lot of confusion in Mireshadow. I'm surprised they pursued at all with the hybrids rioting." He growled in pain. He drew a dagger, and set to work digging the arrow out of his thigh.

“Here." I said, walking towards him. I instantly noted his tension as he stood up straighter, hand instinctively falling to his sheathed weapon, other hand firmly clenching his dagger at the ready.

“I will not harm you." I told him.

“I-I'm sorry. It's just…habit." He said, dropping his hand from his sword, leaving it sheathed.

“Kvikr." I growled, as a silver light accompanied the frost from my muzzle. The wound sealed up almost instantly.

The man blinked, testing his leg with more weight.

“Incredible!" he gasped.

I wobbled, feeling a sense of nausea wash over me.

“Aatu?" Ciara asked, sliding off my back.

“I'm fine. Just overexerted myself. Called upon magic far too much."

“We should find someplace to lay low for the night. Get some rest." Fyrsil suggested.

“Certainly, but first, I need answers." The human stated, pulling his attention off his mended leg. “What just happened?"

“We escaped the clutches of a psychotic human and his minions!" Fyrsil snapped. “What do you think just happened?!"

“I just committed treason! Broke an Oath! For what! Witches and magic beasts! I shall surely be stripped of my title!" the knight shot back. “I think I deserve to know what is actually going on."

“You're right." Tokala slid off of Fyrsil's back.

Even in the heavy slush of the swamp, he managed to move with grace even the most skilled elvish dancer would envy.

He came to a halt in front of the human, taking his hand in both of his paws. The man tensed noticeably as the fox reached for him, but did not move to stop it.

“I owe you my life, Sir Araed. All of you, in fact." He said, glancing around at the group while still holding the human. “Without you lot, I would be dead. Slain by my own foolishness."

The fox lowered his gaze in shame.

“W-well, I…" the man stuttered.

“I was exceptionally lucky a powerful druid and skilled big game hunter were wandering through town. And I was certainly lucky a just man still remained in Mireshadow."

“I can't believe you are Lady Kala." Ciara grinned.

“My Lady," Tokala said, letting the humans hand slip from his grasp. He glided up to the halfling and dipped into a low bow, taking up her hand in his own and planting a small kiss upon it. “It is good to finally meet you under no guise. It would appear we favor the same color." He said, gesturing to the halflings fire red hair, and how it matched his equally bright fur.

I could see the halfling flush a bright red to match. An odd emotion came over me. I could only explain it as discomfort.

“Uh, yeah, of course." She muttered.

“You're magic is strong, Tokala. I imagine such charms are difficult to shut off. How were you unable to free yourself?" I asked.

The fox turned to me, a frown forming on his muzzle.

“I was…afraid." He commented, lowering his gaze in shame once again.

“Of what?! I've seen the sort of magic you are capable of, Tokala!" Fyrsil commented.

“Of causing the death of another…" I could see moisture caught in the fur of the creature's cheeks.

“I fear it will be dark in a few hours, and we are not free of danger yet. I have a great deal to explain, Human, if you would trust me just a bit further, I would prefer to do so in a safer location." I stated.

“Araed. Araed Kappis. Formerly of Eastwald." He stated, offering his hand. “Not just 'human'."

I glanced at his hand with a quizzical look, before looking back up to him. “You called me 'wolf', as I recall it." I gave a toothy grin, lifting a heavy paw from the ground and placing it in his offered hand none-the-less. “I am Aatu Wintermoon."

“Aye that I did." He replied with a sheepish grin. “I suppose I owe you my life, Aatu Wintermoon."

“And they say winter wolves are nothing but bloodthirsty savages! See, merely a giant puppy!" Fyrsil laughed. Embarrassment instantly shot through me, as I had myself seen domesticated canines behave in a similar manner before for scraps of meat.

“Don't worry, I think it's adorable." He said, brushing slowly against my side more like an affectionate feline than a wolf. I tensed, giving an indignant growl.

“I don't think he is interested, Fyrsil." Tokala laughed.

Looks of discomfort were exchanged between Ciara, Araed, and myself.

And with that, we set off once again. This time, the going was much slower, as we were forced to search for terrain that was passible through the marshland.

Araed had to set free his horse, as the going was treacherous for the animal.

We continued on for a couple more hours, until finally we came to a small mound protruding from the icy marshes, with a ring of trees encircling it. It wasn't much, but it certainly would keep us dry.

I wasn't exactly bothered by the cold, being that I was a wolf born of winter, but I was concerned for my allies. Sure, Fyrsil and Tokala had fur, but Ciara and Araed certainly didn't. We would have to build a fire for them to survive the night.

Araed seemed to doubt the humans would pursue us in here, especially with the conflict back in Mireshadow still being sorted out. I was more worried about bringing denizens of the swamp on our location, but Tokala insisted that he could hide the fires glow from all eyes but ours with a simple illusion.

I couldn't seem to muster enough energy to light a fire with a spell, so Ciara had to do it with her flint and steel, which took a long time due to a shortage of suitable dry wood.

Finally, with the fire crackling quietly, I slumped down, sleep threatening to take me. But my thoughts were restless, and I had a great deal of explaining to do.

“Before, you mentioned you could see magic. You said you saw the hex that afflicted the garrison?" Araed asked as he dropped another log on the fire.

I edged slightly away from the flames, ironically still uncomfortable with the thought of snuggling up to such a destructive force.

“Aye, and you Tokala. You were enthralled with the others." I stated.

“What? That's not possible. Nobody is better at enchantments than Tokala. No way could he fall under anothers spell." Fyrsil snapped.

“I'm afraid it is true." I replied.

“But how? I know it may sound arrogant, but I've been able to break some of the most powerful fey enchantments cast by some of the most powerful fey alive today. I don't understand how I could fall to my own tricks?" Tokala commented.

Fyrsil cleared his throat. “Well…"

“What, Fyrsil? Well what?" the fox asked, harsher than perhaps he meant.

“I love you Tokala, and I am just as impressed with your abilities as anyone, more so even, but I do think there may be one creature alive that may be your rival." He replied.

Just then, my conversation with the fey in the stables creeped back into my head.

“The Troll Witch? You think she may be behind this?" I asked.

“The Troll Witch? You mean to tell me she's real?" Araed asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Why would she? I don't understand." Tokala asked.

“You said it yourself, you are powerful. Fyrsil believes that me just entering this moor is enough to draw her out." I stated.

“Wait, so you lot are drawing a powerful enchantress from legend upon us, right now?" Araed asked, sitting up to glance around into the glowing twilight.

“Perhaps. Though it may work in our favor. Aatu and I may have need to find her, and if she is behind the events of Mireshadow, perhaps it would benefit you to find out why she desired you as a puppet, Tokala." Ciara said.

“If she is capable of using Tokala as a puppet, I don't think I fancy the thought of us just marching on up to her doorstep." Fyrsil shot in.

“Nor I. I think my mind has been played with enough for a lifetime." Araed stated, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the fox.

Tokala lowered his gaze.

“Hey, you said that if we helped you free your brother, you would show us the way to her dwelling!" Ciara shot back at the fey.

“That was until I learned she may have some special invested interest in my Tokala. I would rather break any oath I made to you to see him alive and free from any others influence. I think you would do the same, halfling."

“It is fine, Ciara. If what he said was true, we should not need their aid in finding her." I commented, seeing a strange frustration growing in the fiery halflings eye.

“No. You are right. My brother swore an oath, and I intend to uphold it. Fyrsil, I think we do need to go with them. Perhaps discover the truth of the witches' involvement." Tokala stated, turning to the phooka.

The creature, who had once again resumed the form of a furry goblin-like humanoid, shook his head.

“You've heard the stories. Of what she is. What she can do. Would you truly risk facing her for answers? We should already be halfway back to Avaltiss right now."

“I still don't know anything about this witch. You've spoken of her with nothing but fear and dread, but have not spoken of why she is so feared." I commented.

Tokala spoke next.

“She was the first queen of the fey, Aatu. It was her and the huntsman, Oddvar who bound some of the first fey-spirits to physical form. They awakened beasts and were the first inhabitants of these lands, long before humans or even elves. It is said that the Troll Witch began to delve into magic born of darkness, driving her mad. She turned against Oddvar, and the fey crumbled to civil war. Oddvar was able to defeat her, but he could not bring himself to slaying his lost love, so he banished her from the Fey Kingdoms. It has long been said that she dwells in the Frostbogs, twisting the minds of men and raping the lands with her marauding trolls." He explained.

“Fey Kingdoms?" Ciara asked.

“Long before elves set their first stone in the foundation of Rainhaven, it was said the world was covered in a great, wild kingdom, one with no buildings or roads, but a kingdom none-the-less. It was ruled by Oddvar and the Troll Witch, before she fell." Fyrsil explained.

“So…why now? The Frostbogs had fallen silent for so long. Why does she move now?" Araed asked.

“I don't think it is mere coincidence that the witch has decided to return to the affairs of the world now. Ciara, I believe it may have something to do with the events of Manir." I stated suddenly. All eyes fell on me.

“Manir? What could that possibly have to do with anything?" Araed asked.

“We were there. When the city fell into Chaos. We were partially to blame." Ciara explained.

“I'm certain you've heard the name Malmyrkris?" I asked.

“Don't tell me more pagan tales are true, as well?" Araed asked.

“No. He couldn't be behind this. The seals keep him from entering this world." Fyrsil stated.

“His harbinger had returned. We barely escaped with our lives. We lost friends…and family." Ciara said. I caught a sad look from the corner of her eye.

“Impossible!" Fyrsil exclaimed.

“Ciara speaks the truth. My mother was slain by his avatar. Before she died, she spoke of my kin, and asked me to return them home. That is why we are even here to begin with." A low growl escaped with my words.

I could feel my chest tighten once again. The adrenaline rush from today's events had left me momentarily distracted, but now that the conversation seemed to be returning to Manir and the rising darkness, I could feel myself slipping once again into sorrow.

The fox eyed me quizzically for a moment, seeming to detect the battle waging within my chest.

“I'm sorry for your loss." He said, coming to stand before me. A tiny pawed hand ran its fingers through the scruffy fur on the side of my neck.

“You think the witch is somehow connected to Malmyrkris? And to me?" he asked. Fear filled his emerald eyes as they locked with mine.

Many wolves would have taken that as a challenge, but I could see a sincere sadness there, and with the gentleness of his touch, I felt no instinctual flare.

“I do, as impossible as it sounds. I've begun to doubt the existence of coincidence." I replied.

“Okay. Then I'm in. I will accompany you to this witches hut. Who knows, you may find my talents handy, and I'm not necessarily referring to my magic." The fox said with a sly wink.

“You're just as bad as Fyrsil." Ciara groaned. “But I thank you."

“By all the demons in the shadowland, you are going to get me killed, Tokala." Fyrsil stated.

“You do not have to go if you do not wish, Fyrsil." Tokala said.

“Hey, where you go, I go. You'll need someone to pull you out of your foolish messes, and I don't like the way that wolf looks at you. Not sure if he is contemplating eating you, or fucking you." He said with a grin.

I glared at the fey.

“Hey, he's an attractive looking canine!" he said, taking a step back from me, hands raised in defense.

“I'm not sure what horrible dream I'm in, but I would like to wake up now." Araed said, rubbing his eyes.

“What about you, Sir Araed. Will you join us?" Tokala asked, moving gracefully over to the knight.

The man stood up straighter at the foxes approach, seeming uncomfortable.

“Well, no. Look, I don't know what is going on anymore. All I know is that I am a wanted man now. I am certainly no longer a Knight of Eastwald. I would like to hold onto whatever shred of normal may exist in the world for me. That is certainly not chasing after mythological witches and demigods. I wish you all well on your journeys, but I do not think I can accompany you." He explained.

I nodded, eyes scanning the man's face. This only served to make him more uncomfortable.

“I cannot tell you how much it means to me, what you did back there in the courtyard." The fox told him.

“I am glad to have met you, Araed. I have met many humans, but only two I would be proud to fight beside. I number you as one of them." I stated.

The man met my eye for the first time, and gave a small nod.

“Perhaps, in the future, I shall be more considerate of a creatures' merits before I jump to judgement." He replied.

“Come, it grows late, and I fear we all have a long journey in the morning, wherever our roads lead." Ciara stated. “I'll take first watch."

It was difficult to argue that the need for sleep was overwhelming now as I felt a massive yawn escape my muzzle.

Despite this, my thoughts were restless. Many things swam in the fog of my mind, and numbering among them was a rising guilt that my mission was less important than the knowledge that a great darkness was preparing to engulf the land.

I shook, trying to fight off such thoughts. For now, I was here, in this bog. All I could do was rest and continue on now. Guilt would only further distract me from my prey.

With that, we all set up on the driest patches of land we could find, settling in for whatever rest may come.

Ivaylis Silversun

Lord Livillios entered the tent, glancing around quickly with a courteous nod to each of the elders before his eyes fell on Hestross and myself.

“You have returned, Lady Silversun. Just in time, it seems." He commented.

“My lord." I bowed.

“The seal?" Elder Vissa asked.

“Broken." Hestross replied.

“What of the Naettura?" Vanmarr asked.

“He was…tainted. Corrupted somehow." I stated.

“Malmyrkris?" Livillios asked.

The elders all exchanged uneasy looks.

“Aye. We had no choice but to put him down. He runs now amongst the spirits." Hestross explained.

The room fell silent for a moment, before Elder Dagrin finally spoke.

“You spoke of news from the west, Lord Livillios?"

“Yes, Elder Dagrin, and it is not welcome. It would seem Akarshan has marched on Duskshire. My companions have committed troops to breaking the siege, but that is the last I have heard. I fear I have brought the bulk of our forces here to see to the liberation of Manir." He explained.

“Are you asking to be freed of this union?" Elder Vanmarr asked, somewhat harshly.

“Of course not. Rainhaven is committed to this alliance. I only fear that waiting for spring to assault the city could have devastating consequences on my own home if Lady Aralyn cannot break the siege."

“You would have us push up the campaign, and attack in winter?" Elder Dagrin asked, a bit of shock to his words.

“Campaigns are not fought in winter. Especially sieges. They will outlast us within their walls, near their fires, while we will be forced to deal with winter's cold." Vissa stated.

“I know of a secret passage into the dungeons of Manir itself! It leads directly to the hall. Control the keep, control the city." I stated suddenly, realizing the passage we used to escape could be used to enter the city.

“Not a passage ideal for centaurs or giants." Hestross reminded.

“So, send in a team of elves. If nothing else, we can ensure the gates are opened." Lord Livillios offered.

“That requires a great deal of trust." Vanmarr stated.

“Going to war with an ally you do not trust is foolhardy." Lord Livillios shot back.

“We have no reason to betray you. The elves don't want any lands in Manir. We seek good allies, not lands or resources." I added.

“I would trust these two with my life and the life of my brother. Without them, Elska would never have been returned to us." Hestross stated.

“A reason why this meeting is even taking place, Hestross. You've taken this passage. Could you return that way?" Dagrin asked.

“Yes, Elder. I know the route she speaks. It is a tight space, very difficult for a centaur to maneuver. It would be best for the elves. I would, however, volunteer to join any such group, if it would be acceptable?" Hestross replied.

The elders spoke quietly amongst themselves for a moment, before finally turning back to the group.

“We shall move up the Campaign. Lord Livillios, how soon could you have your men ready?" Vissa asked.

“They can be ready to sail within three days." He replied.

“What of the giants? We have yet to hear their decision." Hestross asked.

“We will send word. I fear it will be too soon for a response, however." Vissa answered.

“Well, then, it would appear that concludes our business. If that is all, I would suggest we begin seeing to preparations." Elder Dagrin suggested.

I turned to Hestross, who gave me a warm smile, and a slight nod.

Later that evening, as the sun had begun to fall below the horizon, I had finished cleaning the last of the road from my armor and placed it on its rack when I heard a presence beyond the entrance of my tent.

Hestross had returned from meeting with his brother and sister.

“Hestross. How fairs Elska?" I asked, pulling the tent flap aside to permit the centaur entrance.

“She is healthy. As is the child." He replied, trotting into the roomy shelter.

I scanned his face for any clue betraying his thoughts. I found none.

“Was it…" I began.

“A Hybrid? Yes." He replied.

“How is Riddaris?" I asked.

“Fearful. As are many in the camp. Fear that the child is dangerous." He replied.

“How are you?" I asked, gently reaching my hand up to caress his cheek.

His eyes locked with mine, and I could see a weariness there that failed to reach his face.

Without a word, he leaned down, lips locking with mine. His strong arms closed around me, and lifted me up in a tight embrace as he deepened the kiss.

I could feel us moving as he carried me to the elvish campaign bed, where he broke the kiss and gently laid me down on my back.

With trembling fingers, I began to work at undoing the laces of my jerkin, just as Hestross slipped my trousers down my thighs and off of my ankles.

Soon, I lay before the centaur, as nude as he was, and brightness coming to my cheeks inexplicably.

I don't know why I was so shy, especially after what happened on the road.

He kneeled on his forelegs, lowering his head to my feminine folds, where he slowly worked his tongue into its depths.

I sank back into the mattress of the bed, feeling jolts of pleasure shoot through me. My hands worked fingers through his hair as my hips began to gyrate slowly, feeling as his tongue worked my most sensitive places.

He stopped, much to my disappointment. Glancing up at me, he had a mischievous smile, a look I had not come to expect on the usually stern centaur.

I was about to complain when suddenly, he rose to his feet, placing his hooved forelegs up on the bed on either side of my head.

I could see his massive horse-hood as it sat growing quickly from his sheath.

“Only if you are ready." He stated.

I could feel my heart racing, just seeing the sheer size of him. My mind was foggy with lust, but I still realized that it was probably going to hurt the first time.

I answered him by slowly reaching down and taking the silky flesh in both hands, gently stroking and massaging it as I lowered it to my entrance.

I was already well moist, but realized the sheer girth was going to be problematic.

“Slowly." I said, placing his flared head against my lower lips. The warmth of him almost caused me to climax then and here.

I could feel a slow, but powerful thrust as he worked his equine hips to push into me as gently as he could manage.

My breath caught as the head of his cock struggled to slide in, before suddenly giving all at once, slipping in about three inches. I felt it rip through a barrier painfully, before the tip flare back out, filling my entrance tightly.

My breath released with a gasp, my body trembling as a powerful jolt of sensation shot through my pussy.

“Ah!" I gasped as he pushed a few inches further.

“Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice.

I was shocked at how full I already felt, and he only had about five inches in me. I managed to open my eyes and see the remaining twenty-seven inches that still throbbed as it waited to try and push its way in.

There was no way it would all fit.

“Oh, yeah." I managed to pant.

He pushed slightly further, and I could feel his head press against my cervix.

I gasped in pain as he slowly pushed past that as well, pushing well into me.

“You're so tight." He groaned.

Every inch was both agony and pure ecstasy as I felt my entrance stretch wider to accommodate his ever growing shaft.

He was well into my uterus, sliding deeper and deeper until he couldn't go any more. I was utterly impaled on his massive stallion cock. I could still see about 10 inches of thick horse wanting to slide in, but no longer gaining any ground.

My stomach was bulging with his sheer size, almost making me look pregnant.

The thought of having his offspring gave me shivers in that moment, even if it was not a possibility.

He paused when he realized he was not going any further, allowing my body to become familiar with his size.

Reaching up, I placed my arms as tightly around his stallion body as I could, which proved difficult.

I ran my fingers along his flank, feeling his coarse coat of fur. His warmth as it radiated from within me.

His cock was throbbing with his heartbeat, sending the rhythm through my body as well, driving me over the top.

“Take me." I groaned lustily.

He began to slowly retreat from my depths, careful not to pull his flared head from my cervix, before sliding back in with a gentle thrust.

Pleasure assaulted me, and I fell back into the mattress of the bed, feeling the massive member within me.

It was difficult to breathe being filled so completely.

He picked up rhythm and pace, sending me rocking with each thrust.

I tried to meet his thrusts with my own, but I had no leverage or strength, completely at the centaurs' mercy.

I could feel my climax building once again, causing me to tremble.

His cock throbbed within me, and I could feel warmth spreading throughout my deepest depths. Pressure began to build, stretching me well beyond what I thought of my limits.

With a powerful gasp that shook me, I climaxed, crying out in pure ecstasy.

The thrusting stopped, and I just collapsed into the mattress, far too weary to move.

My stomach felt tight, and I managed to open my eyes to what appeared to be a large swelling belly.

Hestross was still buried deep within me, and I was certain his flared head was keeping his cum well within me, causing me to look very pregnant.

The pressure began to grow uncomfortable. That is when I realized he was still trembling and tense. He gasped slightly.

He was still spraying deep inside me!

“T-too much!" I managed to gasp.

He immediately pulled out, flared head catching for a moment before finally slipping free with a wet “plop."

His massive member sprayed a couple last spurts onto my swollen stomach, just as a flood of cum began to pour from my pussy which now gaped in the absence of his shaft.

I felt his cream wash down my thighs and legs, pooling on the bed and floor around my feet.

Once again, I collapsed back onto the bed, strength completely leaving my limbs.

“I'm sorry if I hurt you." Hestross said, slowly lowering himself from above me.

I could hear him panting heavily and his words were heavy with exertion.

“There is no need to worry about that." I whispered.

Hooved footsteps crossed the tent, before returning to me, where I felt a soft cloth attempting to clean the stallion's mess.

“I'm sorry. It seems we made a mess of your bed." He commented.

“It wouldn't have fit you anyways." I commented, finally finding the strength to sit up.

My stomach gurgled with the action, sending more cum to leak out of my entrance.

The centaur scanned my face for a moment.

“I can make up a place on the floor, then." He stated, moving to a nearby pile of blankets and bedding supplies.

As he set to work carefully laying out a new place to sleep, I couldn't help but smile as I watched his sleek flank ripple with muscles as his coat caught dancing light from the nearby firepit.

I had always been so caught up in my duties as a captain in the Royal Guard, I never gave myself time for such things like romance.

Certainly, I could have never even contemplated giving myself so lustfully over to something that wasn't even humanoid.

A dark cloud came to mind. In that moment, I thought of my father, and the utter disappointment and disgust with which he would view such a union.

I shook it from my mind. I had nothing to prove to such a man, wherever he was, if he was even still alive.

No, in this moment, I would be content.

Finishing his work, Hestross returned to me, scooping me up in his powerful arms once again.

He carefully kneeled down, lowering me into the pile of blankets and feathered pillows he had laid out, before finding a place beside me that allowed him to fit his large horse body.

I had always felt it would be unwieldy and cumbersome for a centaur to do much of anything, but the way with which Hestross moved, I was impressed with his dexterity.

He finally managed to lower his human-like upper body down beside me, pulling me into his embrace with his very familiar arms.

I could feel sleep threatening to take me, and felt a heavy woolen blanket fall around me, Hestross' warmth still engulfing me.

The crackling of the fire was the only noise that could be heard, and it had a calming effect.

Sleep finally found its hold, and I succumbed to it in the arms of my lover.