Me And Centaurs. 2

Caw! Claw cawed loudly in the dark sky.

Trent followed the centaurs out of the Dungeon, from the Alternate and into Paradox once again. Doco genuinely offered Trent to sit on her back as she opened a portal. Trent, though unenthusiastic, declined, thinking that his hovercraft would be more fitting. But he remembered that no hovercraft existed in Paradox and deploying it would only reinforce Acarr-nah's claim of him being a human gamer.

With a sigh, Trent hopped onto Doco's curvy back as she lowered herself to help him. Perched on the centaur, Trent felt as if he were atop a horse, but a sexy, attractive one. He had to restrain himself from pulling her flowing white hair and perhaps leaning in to squeeze her breasts. 'Gotta control myself,' Trent thought.

"These gateways and rifts have opened before. How were they closed?" Trent asked, gripping the end of her white hair lightly as she began to move again, the army following behind. "Surely, I can't go into the hundreds of Dungeons, slaying every Boss, and I believe no one else could've done that."

"You are right," she replied. "The Old Keepers of the Five Beasts came together to do it. Now, they've retreated into the shadows, refusing to surface until our Paradox heals itself."

Trent glanced at the flaming carriage where he, Pana, and Olaf had been ambushed. He searched for them with his eyes and tried to sense Pana's Mana presence, but they seemed to be nowhere around.

He looked ahead into the swirling purple portal, similar to the one Acarr-nah had emerged from right before she attacked and stabbed him. Doco's head entered first, followed by Trent and the rest of Doco's lower body. As they stepped through, the portal's purple and black energy engulfed them, a rush of cold air hitting Trent's mask as the world around him shifted.

He glanced at the changing environment, noting that they had emerged atop a vast expanse of icy mountains. Even though the sky, where Claw was soaring, remained completely dark, the snow-capped summits glowed with a faint white light. The crisp, biting air and the howling wind made Trent shiver slightly. 'I think it's quite reasonable a dragon would like to live in such an area of the Paradox,' Trent mused, rubbing against the centaur and feeling her warmth. He liked the way his brother was pressed against her back, keeping it semi-erect and ready for action.

"Don't you guys feel weird being naked?" Trent finally asked, voicing a concern that had been bothering him.

"Why should we?" Doco responded with a question of her own, turning her head to look at Trent who was mounted on her. "We are born and raised Archequine Taurian warriors. It's an honour to leave your mammaries exposed to take in the fresh atmosphere of our beloved Paradox."

Trent pondered her words as they remained atop one of the highest peaks, with the other centaurs following behind, their hooves sinking into the snow in unison. "So, you won't feel anything if I do this?" Trent asked, leaning in and gently grasping her breasts.

The centaur raised a brow in surprise and shuddered as Trent's fingers made contact with her nipples. "Leave my tits alone, Nightingale, and expose them. My sisters look up to my pride as they keep theirs."

'So, naive,' Trent thought, fondling the breasts for a few seconds before letting go. He began to imagine fucking this centaur and his thoughts trailed to inquire about male centaurs.

"Accar? Hovaen?" Doco called to her subordinates to keep the group organized while she descended the mountain and scouted the area. Accar shot a hateful glance at Trent, who only smirked behind his mask. 'You might think I'd dislike you in return. But actually, I appreciate strong females. It's quite an accomplishment to bed them.'

Trent swayed slightly on Doco's back as she moved through the snow. "Don't you centaurs have males?" Trent asked, gripping her hair tightly this time and wrapping it around his palm. The centaur didn't even respond it.

"Only one. Our father," Doco replied.

'What? Father?'

"I know many find it strange that we have only one male ruling over the females. Even our Taurian siblings, the minotaurs, despise this. But I believe it creates a stable society."

Trent was astonished. 'So, there's a centaur male living the harem life here too? My brother is lucky to have so many females,' Trent mused with a devilish grin. "What happens if a centaur births a male?"

Doco continued to tramp down the snow for a while before replying, "I'd rather not say." She then stopped at another cliff, glancing down at what appeared to be a massive cave that could easily house a dragon. "Forgive me, oh beast, for disturbing you, but this is for the Paradox," she whispered to herself.

Trent couldn't help but marvel at this world's religious and cultural practices. 'This male centaur must be eliminating any male offspring to maintain his position. Very diabolical!'

"Nightingale?" Doco called, glancing halfway behind her.

"Yes?" Trent replied, snapping out of his thoughts.

Doco cleared her throat. "There's something you did... with my pride, my tits. What did you do?" She asked, her tone shaky.

Trent was taken aback by the question. "I fondled them, didn't I?" He paused. "… Do you want me to touch them again?"

"I… experienced a surge of… ecstasy when you pinched my nipples. Is that how it feels? Sooooo…"

"Good?" Trent interjected, reaching under her slim, fit arms to grab them again.

"Yes, yes. Good is a simple word, but it describes it well. It felt… good. Can you, perhaps, do it again?"

'These centaurs know nothing about sexual stimulation. They've never encountered such experiences in their lives?! Born to fight as warriors and possibly serve the male centaur to birth more female centaurs. This is crazy!'

"Sure thing," Trent replied. "I'll make you feel good again," he added, caressing her neck as he grabbed her breasts once more.