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Divina’s mouth fell open as she orgasmed on his words alone, clenching around him until she felt a renewed rush of liquid heat within her as he came in turn, always ready to meet her body’s insatiable demands.
It was a long time before they rejoined the others and got back on the road.
True to Andros’ word, every male knew exactly who she belonged to. Not that there was any doubt before, but now there was some sort of unspoken law laid down.
Incontrovertible.
She’d never been bashful, but she couldn’t meet any of their eyes, and her skin felt like she was blistering from a second-degree burn.
It didn’t help that when he put her on his back to start the rest of their journey into Thessaly, he made her sit astride him instead of side-saddle as she’d been doing until now.
As his muscles shifted beneath her in a sedate walk, she felt him intimately even through the blanket she sat on. In the delicious soreness of her channel, the pulsing pleasure of her womb.
And yes, the creamy cum that leaked from between her thighs.
She couldn’t wait for him to keep his promise and fill her up again.
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They arrived at the outskirts of Thessaly through a hilly back route a couple of hours before sunset.
The centaurs stayed hidden in a grove of olive trees while Sorin and Ere went into the city on their horses to find wardrobe for the men. The idea was that they would all enter the city together in human form, the better to blend in. But they certainly wouldn’t be inconspicuous if the males were naked.
Ere rather thought naked centaur males might help them get the women on board with their plan faster. But, what did he know?
He used the coins he earned through checkers to procure what they needed. On a whim, he also bought little trinkets for the men to give to their blushing virgin brides. Mates. Whatever.
This was a courting, after all, no longer a sacrifice. The offering of gifts might help things along.
When it was time, they all entered the city together, their large group drawing curious eyes. But Thessaly was a bustling metropolis. Preparations for the evening fairs and festivities were in full swing. Never mind that a virgin sacrifice was about to take place.
The Greeks liked to celebrate. Centaur debauchery included, apparently. A group of foreign travelers mingling through the crowds, no matter that the males were head and shoulders above the average Thessalian in height, was notable, but not overly suspicious.
“Now, how do we get to the women to make the proper introductions?” Ere asked, musing out loud.
“The bath halls,” Divina immediately answered.
“They would want to look their best. Their families must be nearby, for this would be the last they’d see of each other.”
She paused on a thought.
“Well, not this time. This won’t be goodbye forever. We’ll make sure they can come back for visits, won’t we?”
She asked this of Andros, and he solemnly gave a nod of confirmation.
Ere rather suspected that the male could deny her nothing. He was completely gone for her.
Thus mollified, Divina continued, “The girls would have privacy in the bath halls. We can catch them there.”
Ere did then what he did best—coaxing information from strangers, unleashing his charm and considerable wiles. Soon, they knew exactly in which bath hall the two dozen virgins were ensconced, and made haste to that very location.
“Let me,” Divina said when they arrived.
She looked to the fidgeting centaur men, whose eager, bashful expressions reminded Ere of Chewie’s innocent puppy face.
He looked down at the lion at his feet, masquerading as a dog. Wearing a thick, golden-bronze mink coat. His long fur obscuring his wrinkly features, drool leaking messily from the corners of his mouth.
Chewie panted happily up at him and gave a needy little whine.
