Tammer's eyes grew wide. "Lady, if I thought I would do anything but disappoint you, I would quite happily keep you company." He said and chuckled again, though this one sounded forced. "You're too hot blooded for my old bones. You'd snap me like kindling. There are plenty of young lads about the place, and you know you could pick your favorite, or even favorites."
"You underestimate yourself, grayhair." She said and leaned over the bar to where her small triangular nose was nearly touching his. "You have one more night of wild abandon in you, I can smell it." She paused, inhaling deeply. "And I will have it." Claws slid through his salt and pepper hair as she stroked the back of his head with her free hand, his whole scalp tingled with the gentle, dangerous contact. She then sat back, smiling. "You will not sleep alone this night, even if you do not touch me." She retracted her claws and sipped her drink. This drink, she noticed, was apparently on the house, for the barkeep had wandered off down the bar with a dazed look and did not ask for payment.
Outside, Hanna was nervously approaching the three centaurs. Two were dozing, and the third was mending a saddlebag with some rawhide strips and a huge needle. She thought he was very handsome, with craggy features and rippling muscles on his chest and arms. His equine body showed well-developed muscles under its fine layer of stiff fur. He was power incarnate, so far as she could tell, and could easily kill a man without weapons. The thought of all that power, bound to one mind, made her loins warm.
At her approach, he looked up and said. "Hail, smallfoot." He wore a large smile, displaying a set of large chisel-shaped teeth behind a wide, smiling mouth with soft-looking lips.
Hanna walked up to the fence of the paddock, and then leaned both arms on its middle rail, resting her head on her folded, well-tanned arms. "Well met, proudmane." She said, letting her eyes roam over his long form.
He looked a bit nervous for a moment, then smiled again. "Did Hemlak put you up to this?" He asked.
"I don't know who Hemlak is, but I put me up to 'this' whatever it is." Hanna said. Full, pink lips parted as she smiled sweetly. "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to walk with me a short while? I've never met a centaur before, and would learn more of your people."
The centaur rose off his haunches, he was almost five foot tall at the shoulders of his equine lower half, almost eight to the top of his head. She craned her head back to watch his handsome face. Then her eyes cast downward, over his body and the large sheath that housed his maleness.
"I will walk with you, smallfoot, for I have need to stretch road-weary muscles." The centaur said, smiling. "But I would know your name first."
She looked up and smiled herself. "Hanna," she said, "Hanna Undertoe." She was almost stammering. She chided herself inside for sounding like a stunned schoolgirl. In her almost thirty years, she had never before done that.
He reached down a huge hand and took hers. "I am Boral Ironhoof." He said, then his forelegs knelt and he leaned down and kissed her tiny hand. "And I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Hanna Undertoe." He rose back to his feet and towered over her again. "If it would not offend you, I would bear you for this walk." He pointed to his large back, his big brown eyes hopeful.
"It certainly would not." She said. "It will save me much craning of my neck and yelling." She giggled, and he laughed. He then picked her up under her armpits and she reflexively grabbed his forearms. She thrilled at the powerful hands and the touch of his skin, soft and smooth. He sat her upon his wide back and she tried to find a position that was ladylike, ending up sidesaddle near his human back. He started to walk, gently and slowly. "My goodness, you are strong." She said. Under her rump, she could feel the mighty shoulders muscles that moved his forelegs flexing and bunching. The sensation was utterly thrilling to her.
"You are a small burden, Hanna." He said. "But a pleasant one." He smiled over his shoulder.
Under the guise of steadying herself, she grabbed his waist, just above where his pelvis would be on a human, and gently rubbed her fingers there as she held on. She felt a small shift in his gait as she did this, and knew that they were as sensitive there as other men, and in much the same ways. She smiled to herself.
"It grows dark soon, smallfoot." He said. "Mind you if I continue? My night sight is sufficient, and I will protect you if harm seeks us out."
She smiled into his back and said. "I feel very safe with you, Boral, You can take me wherever you like." He reached back and stroked her back and she looked up into his charming smile again. Her little heart was beating fast now. She thought to herself that this thing might just happen.
They reached the edge of the small village that was Morrovale. "Would you like me to run?" He asked, crouching and sidestepping like a horse itching to race. "I have not all day, and my blood yearns for it." His voice was full of eager energy, and not altogether for running.
"Please do, but I've nothing to hold onto back here." She said, looking about for handholds.
He reached behind himself. "Then we will try this." He said, then lifted her to his chest and pulled her back tight to his ribs, folding his huge muscular arms over her. She was nearly panting at this intimate contact. "Ready?"
"R...ready." She replied in a gasp as she moved her legs apart and folded her shins to either side of his broad and tightly muscled stomach. Like an arrow he launched. His hindquarters gathered under him, sinking low to the ground, then he sprang forward. She could hear his hooves on the ground, thudding like her heart was now. The muscles of his arms flexed and stretched to hold her firmly to him and keep her as steady as he could. The road turned a corner then opened to a long grass-lined straight away. He accelerated forward, nearly doubling his speed. The hooves of his feet were a blur as they thundered down the grassy stretch beside the road. The wind was now howling in her ears and her eyes were watering. Excitement was building deep down in her body, for she had never before moved at such an exhilarating pace. The realization struck her that this massive, powerful, and apparently quite sweet man was showing off for her. This thought caused her to giggle as it ran on to the thought that she had his interest, now to win his ardor. As he reached the end of the large clearing he slowed to a canter and turned, aiming himself back toward town.
"Ready for another go?" He asked. His thumbs slid over her ribs gently and sent exciting pulses of tension through her curvaceous little body.
She smiled up at him. When he looked down, she reached up with both hands and grabbed the forelocks of his great shaggy mane that grew from the top of his head then down his spine. His head followed the motion when she pulled him down to her, and their lips met. Her tongue explored his lips, then parted them and entered his mouth. She felt his thick tongue push back then into her own mouth. Deeper his tongue slid, then she realized he had a horse's tongue, or something akin to it.
Luckily for her, her neck was already stretched and all she had to do was swallow, with a simple and practiced flexing of her neck, she took his tongue deeper, then deeper still, until its full measure had left his mouth and he moaned. Hanna relished the feeling of his flexible, smooth tongue stretching her throat gently. She had known humans whose phalluses did not fill her so completely. The muscles of her neck flexed and her mouth sucked upon the extended tongue a long moment. Finally, she released it, allowing him to draw it back in, and then pulled her slim, short fingers free of his hair.
He rose and sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. "By the Great Fields." He said, panting now, even more than he had from the run. "That was something I never thought to feel." He kissed her again, but gently, and did not part lips.
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