The Centaurs and the False Maiden (Monster MMMF Menage) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 4) Read Free Page A

nipples, gently squeezed her breasts. Chiron was sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, gently pressing them apart. Klea wanted to grab his beautiful head, beg him to lick her pussy, but despite the wine, she didn’t.
    “I shouldn’t,” was what she said, in what she hoped was an innocent, virginal voice.
    “Why not?” asked Chiron. He brushed the very outer edge of her labia with the backs of his fingers, hands still stroking her thighs. “You want to, don’t you?”
    Klea knew she was wetter than the beach after the rain, and she was sure the blue-eyed centaur could tell. Was there any point in lying further?
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “We’ll never tell,” he said, and put one thumb on her clit, massaging it. She arched her back, thrusting her hips up toward him, the movement completely out of her control. Chiron laughed. He just kept his thumb moving, slowly and firmly, the other hand stroking her thigh just like before. Klea felt the orgasm begin to build, the pressure that she knew would release. It must be the wine, she never came this fast, just a few moments of someone rubbing her clit. It was almost embarrassing, was what it was, and she tried to stop it, until Arctos bent his head over her to swirl his tongue around her nipples.
    Klea grabbed the side of his torso and squeezed, hoping that the noises she made sounded sweet and innocent, yelping out her orgasm as she panted. Chiron’s finger stopped, and Arctos lifted her tunic the rest of the way off of her body, tossing it into a corner. He cupped her breasts again.
    Pholus, the blond centaur, still hadn’t moved from his cushion where he sat watching. The other two centaurs were ignoring him, but he was still over there, drinking and watching, face unreadable.
    “It’s your turn to go first,” Chiron said.
    Arctos just smiled, then grabbed a corner of the cushion Klea was lying on and spun it around so her legs faced him.
    “Oh!” she squealed. The centaurs both laughed. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but the wine made her dizzy. She looked up at Chiron, upside-down.
    “My god, she’s ripe,” said Arctos. He ran both his hands down her inner thighs, back and forth. Klea shifted on her cushion and whimpered.
    “I barely had to touch her,” said Chiron. Lightly, he flicked a nipple. “She’s wound as a bowstring.”
    “Thank god we got here before some fat king,” said Arctos, and with that, he slid one finger into Klea’s wet cunt. She breathed out with a little moan, and Chiron’s other hand found her other nipple, circling them both in time, and then she felt Arctos’ tongue on her clit. Where Chiron had been slow and firm, Arctos was light and fast with his tongue, flicking back and forth. Klea moaned and grabbed the cushion with both hands, arching her back and raising her hips into the centaur’s face. As he licked he put another finger in her pussy, drawing them slowly back and forth, adding a third finger. Before she came, Klea’s hips began to jerk involuntarily, and Arctos had to grab her with his other hand, holding her still as his tongue and hand worked together.
    Even though she’d already come once, it didn’t take long for the glow to build, spreading outward from her cunt, Chiron’s hands on her nipples feeding it, until she was coming again, this time moaning into the cushion, head turned to the side. Arctos stopped moving as her body jolted. He removed his fingers, and after collecting herself for a moment, Klea looked down to see him grinning at her.
    “How would you like to be properly fucked?” he asked.
    Breathless and drunk, the best Klea could do was nod. She would like that very much, in fact.
    “Well, flip over, princess,” he said, and stood up to his full height. Sitting down, he’d been hiding the huge cock that hung from his belly, long and fat and rigid. He walked over to the cushion, straddling her, as Klea just stared. She’d put a lot of cocks in her pussy, cocks of