Kidnapped and Claimed(3)

For a long moment, I couldn’t do anything other than sit on the dewy grass until one of the warriors lifted me from the ground and seated me on his back; soon after I sensed he was shapeshifting into his centaur form.

He took my hands and placed them on his waist, telling me to hold on tightly as he started galloping through the forest path. I sensed the other warrior also galloping just next to me, tailing in close range as if he wanted to prevent me from jumping to my escape. I didn’t dare think of jumping. I knew that foolishness would cost my life.

I snuggled close to the warrior’s body. His bare back that joined with his stallion form brushed my tender sex; each time he galloped my cunt tingled from the mane. My briefly sated aches began to thrum again. Never in my life had I wanted a man to touch me as bad as I did right now. I tightened my grip around his waist as the pleasure began to build. I had a hard time concealing my moans.

I involuntarily dug my nails into his waist. The warrior who bore me seemed to know what I was feeling. He caressed my thighs and quickened his pace. The rubbing sensation from his stallion mane on my clit caused me another orgasm. I thought I heard someone screaming, but then I realized it was my own voice. I gasped for air, panting.

The ride continued for another hour and then they slowed down. The centaur carrying me announced that they had reached the heart of their dwelling. They stopped and talked in their native tongue. I heard some enchantments spoken. The sound of something enormous whispered. The warriors galloped again for a short distance until they abruptly stopped.

My blindfold was loosened and I was allowed to see. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. The day was almost dark. Then, I saw them: the warriors. My jaw dropped low.

The warrior who bore me was a palomino centaur. He had vivid, wavy golden hair, like noon sunrays, spilling past his elbows. His eyes were brilliant green, tinted with light amber. His jaw was prominent, manly and strong, amplifying his striking masculine looks. His sculptured body complimented with brawny shoulders, muscular vein-roped arms, golden skin that was a shade lighter than his tresses. I thought I was staring at a golden god, one that only existed in the forbidden land. My eyes darted up, locking gazes with him. He was examining my reaction over his shoulder. His lips curled into a victorious smile for having me as his prized captive.

I turned my gaze to the other warrior. He was a snowy-white centaur with silken platinum hair draped all the way to his waist. His eyes were the lightest shade of blue, enthrallingly beautiful, the kind of eyes that could bewitch a person in one single look. His nose was perfectly curved, complimenting his sensuous lips. His upper body was perfectly muscled with golden, sun-kissed skin, slightly fairer than his friend. His chest was hairless, but his lower hips filled with soft white fur where it joined with his stallion form. The sight of him caused my heart to thunder. I was dying to run my fingers on him, to feel how soft his fur would be. A soft moan escaped my throat. I never had thought the Khimerians were so pleasing to look upon, just like the legends I had heard back in Trelshik.

“Welcome to your new home, sweet thing.” The snowy-white centaur pinched my chin.

“We’re going to bring you to our lord. Tell me your name,” the palomino centaur said.

I quickly closed my mouth. Now, being able to see my surroundings brought an awareness that I was naked. People watched me from the center of the village. Centaurs, women, and their foals. I crossed my arms on my chest and thighs to hide my bare privates. “Could you not at least give me something decent to wear?”

“You did not complain before,” the snowy-white said.

“Besides,” the golden one added, “it is a sin to hide such a luscious body under layers of unworthy garments. We prefer your bare skin.”

“I do not wish to be naked anymore.” I pouted. “Well? Are you not going to bring me to your lord?”

The two of them still flooded me with curious gazes. “Your name,” demanded the golden one.

“Elyra.” My voice was timid.

“Pretty name,” he said, exchanging a mysterious glance with his friend.

“Well? Are you not going to tell me yours?”

“I am called Ronen,” said the golden one. He nodded to his friend, “and he is Callarn, my bond brother.”

Callarn winked playfully. “And you are soon to be our dhamarani.” Shared wife.

I flustered even deeper. My suspicions were confirmed. “I think not. I do not wish to be shared.”

Ronen and Callarn exchanged a look. Ronen shook his head languidly. “It does not matter what you think, she-elf. We claim you.”





Chapter Two


Despite my protests, Ronen and Callarn denied me clothing. I tightened my grips upon Ronen’s shoulder, pressed my bare breasts against his back, and arranged my legs in such a way to hide my privates from everyone’s eyes. Some centaurs shouted some catcalls at Ronen in their native tongue and he replied back just as good-humoredly. The women giggled, offering their friendly smile, but I was too frightened to return their warm gestures.