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Her caravan was headed north, its banner's carrying the proud deep red and gold colors of her house name. And though not as lengthy as some, Lady Horaea Gray's numbers were nothing to scoff at. Easily a dozen carts and covered pulleys moved along in a studious line that cut a path well North from the dusty fields and reeds of Essyrn, to the long, tall gold grasses of the plains. The out cropping of red plateaus began to dot along the horizon, an impressive sight to see. But not even the great pleateaus could hold a candle to how large the Draconi mountains looked, even this far away.
"They look almost purple," Lady Gray mused as her men had set up camp for the evening. "It's been years since I've seen them like this, and I had been so young, it didn't quite feel real."
A cup of water began to steam over the fire and the woman waited lazily for her servant to make her tea. The sun was beginning to set, casting not only the mountains of Adela into a purplish haze, but the plains and skies around her, too.
She had two cups of tea that night before retiring, deciding she wanted to finish the novel she had started. So perhaps it was the type of story she read, or the extra cup of tea, but her night was fitful, and full of strange yet fascinating things that not only intrigue her, but frightened her clean to her bones.
There were colors, and horses, so many wild horses galloping through the plains. And behind them they lit a trail of fire, and when she woke, she was in a sweat. Her white night gown clung to her body, the dying flames of her camp fire within her tent hugging her form and exposing every suctioned inch where the fabric bled translucently, leaving nothing to the imagination.
But that was of little consequence to the thirst she desired and the fresh air, to breath. She stumbled outside of her camp and welcomed the cold night air of the plains. It made her shiver, but it also helped cool her clammy skin. After a moment, she raked a hand through her now moppy locks of golden hair and peered back to her camp site. She hadn't walked that far from it, knowing it was never wise no matter how many men she traveled with. Some were hired servants, but most had been slaves- or rather, still were.
It was strange, as she studied the other open tents where her men slept, the eerie glow of her slave's collars send an unnerving chill to her bones. She thought back to her dream of the wild horses, of the trail of fire they left in their wake before making her way towards her tent. She awoke her servant who fetched her water, and she guzzled down a good deal of it before thanking them and returning to her bed. But she was fitful the rest of the night, and found herself simply lying there and watching the sun rise over the Serha.
They still had a long journey. Mormont Thespen was to meet them at Lantis Outpost. It was perhaps another ten days journey from here. It reminded her how large the world was, and for a second, she felt as insignificant as the fleas in the sand.
Their journeys continued, and were generally uneventful- somethign she was quite thankful for. For even though she had plenty of men who were paid well to protect her, the Serha plains was known for it's many wild tribes that fought and bled over these lands- Not to mention the thieves.
Day four they were met with a flashing sky, the day having begun dismal and grey. And with no mountains to keep back the winds, they were terrible, and soon the caravan was loosing many tents and supplies. In the desert, the winds were harsh, especially a dust storm- but the way the sky was ever swelling made her wish the black were dust, rather than a terrifying cyclone that roared into life.
Never having seen such a thing in all of her days, she panicked, as did most of her men. They watched as the thing tore across the grounds and gobbled up the few sparse trees in it's wake. And it's path was unpredictable, wild...
At one moment it was heading due north, then a second later, it roared and curved around, and seemed to charge right for them.
Over half of her caravan scattered, crying to the Gods and pleading for their life. The cyclone never came to take them, but the sky pelted them with hail, and the lightning grew worse, cracking over the skies like raw whips of light and just as the cyclone seemed to gobble the world in on itself. Then it was over. And Evelyn Gray found herself with only three carts left men to man, and the rest, all abandoned, or ruined by the storm.
It was a bitter sweat moment, and was a very real moment to remind her of her own mortality. And once her wits were regained, she gathered what she could of her men and the cargo, and pressed on. But they wouldn't get far. The plains seemed to smoke, a strange occurrence that had her and her men choking. By the time they realized there was a wild fire brewing on the horizon, a wind was already coaxing it in their direction- and soon all she found was that she and the few slaves and hired arms could do-
Was run.
Run she did, light boots feeling every heavy root and hard rock beneath her. Her frail white dress fluttered and caught in the smoke, making her sweat all the more and nearly plastering her dress to her form. But she didn't run for long, having noticed more fires before them and more smoke rolling in, choking out most of the breathable air.
Her eyes burned and she realized she couldn't see. And just when it seemed all hope was lost, she heard a cry from one of her men-
Ahzaruhk; a young slave, barely the same age as she, who was crying and calling for Evelyn and the others to come.
He found water. A river. Clear air.
Desperate for it all, she rushed through the sharp root trail, blocking her face the best she could from the burning and suffocating smoke. Still the smoke burned too much for her to see, so she ran towards the voice, ignorant of all else before she nearly tripped over Ahzaruhk who caught her and smiled.
"The river... Master, please." And he gestured to what lay just below the valley beside him.
She could barely make it out, and were her eyes already not swollen from smokey tears, she'd cry tears of joy. And soon she and those that remained, barely seven of them left of all the caravan, and they were immersing themselves in the cool and freeing waters.
The skies behind them still burned of smoke, but dark clouds were rolling in and there was the promise of rain. Evelyn took a moment to thank whatever Gods she could for that day. Though much was lost, she was still alive. To think, she had worried so much about bandits or tribesman. SHe hadn't even considered once that the weather could have been the thing to do her in.
She told her men to relax and they'd travel at nightfall. By the time they returned, she promised them three times the gold she originally had planned, and extra luxuries for her few remaining slaves.
She owed them all so much for remaining by her side, and as they all wallowed in the waters and reveled in the fresh air and cool harbor this little lake afforded, Evelyn began to take note of the uniqueness of this little watering hole and all of the strange carvings in the rocks.
One in particular, she found herself swimming up to, appeared to be a man on a horse. But the longer she studied it, she began to see it wasn't a man on a horse, but a man who was a horse....
A centaur, if her memory served her correctly. A fascinating thing to see. Never had she seen one in real life before. Then again, this was a carving. The real thing... well, if some still existed (which she believed they very well did), she knew would be even more captivating of a thing.
But it was getting late, and she was wet and pruning in the waters. She supposed she ought to corral her men and organize some sort of a hunting party. But as she turned around to observe her men, the looks on their faces had her smile fading away.
And slowly she turned around, and that's when she saw him-
a proud man of all muscle, but with no legs of a man at all-
For from his waste down he possessed the powerful body of a horse.
The week had been rather eventful for his tribe. On the first day, their scouts reported that a large caravan had just entered the fringes of their territory. It was traveling paralell with their slab of land. Needless to say, the discovery of such a large treasure trove for loot set the tribe abuzz.
On the first day, Dehak walked out of his tent into a large gathering of Warriors. All were clamorongnexcitedly around a scout. Dehak pushed his way to the front and confronted the scout directly. The scout was a young colt, on his way to becoming a Warrior.
"What's happened?" Dehak said, looking around at the crowd.
"A caravan, Hoof Leader," the scout said.
"Largest caravan I've ever seen. Twelve wagons, easily a hundred men with it, a good half of which are mounted."
Dehak was quiet for a few moments, before he left. He galloped over to the massive tent in the center of their camp, the place where the Hoof Leaders, Chiefs, and Warchief all met to discuss strategies and oversee raids. It was a boring meeting, and the higher ups decided that they should be bolstering their defenses for a war they had planned rather than risk any warriors.
It was decided the caravan would be spared.
Dehak decided elsewise, and he set about organizing a couple Hoofs to go and take the caravan. He knew that by the traditions of his people, success here would be a great boon for the tribe, and that as long as he returned successful, he would be hailed a great warrior.
By the second day, he had his men organized and they were on the move. The plains were great for galloping, and by the end of day two, they were tracking the caravan. A scout who had gone with them reported another prize in the caravan: a beautiful human woman who seemed to be in charge of the whole caravan.
This only motivated the men further. It was decided between Dehak and the other Hoof leaders that whorver got the most kills would keep the human.
They tracked the carsvan for two more days, waiting for an opportunjty to strike; when the storm came, however, nobody was prepared for it. They all celebrated their luck, a storm from the heavens making their job so much easier! It was like a gift from the gods.
They spent the next day cleaning up any stragglers left behind by those who fleed the campsite and scavenged all the supplies from the wrecked wagons and carts.
It was the beginning of day five, and Dehak was walking with a purpose. He was leading his Hoof on an attack. The remaining survivors from the caravan. It was part of a large attack, with Dehak's Hoof leading the charge.
He was still walking when the woman came out of the lake, and when she turned around, he stopped. He raised hos warhammer to the sky, and bellowed out a great war cry. From the forest behind Dehak, a hundred of his fellow warriors came pouring out from hiding, and Dehak himself started running forwards, towards Evelyn.
Her cry came too late, but she was at least able to jump out of the way of the galloping centaur. Scrambling in the waters, she attempted for shore, but found herself between a horseman and a Cliffside boardering the small lake.
Dehak ran past Evelyn, leaving her to be cornered by one of his warriors as he led the charge into the camp. One of Evelyn's soldiers stood to try and meet Dehak's charge, but Dehak reared slightly and slammed into him, trampling the man underfoot without breaking his momentum. A more prepared soldier tried to bring Dehak down with a spear, but he made the mistake of trying to go for Dehak's upper body. Dehak ducked under the spear's point and thrust the haft of his warhammer forward, knocking the man to the ground and buckling his breastplate.
Dehak raised his warhammer, and the soldier raised his spear to defend himself. The hammer snapped the spear in half and crushed the man's chest cavity. He spasmed once, before death claimed him. Dehak looked around at the ensuing battle, hammer held at the ready as he looked over the situation.
Turning around, she saw one of the horsemen come at her. Panicked, she attempted desperately to climb up the wall, but to no avail. The man was already upon her before she even got half of her body out of the water. But when he yanked her from the cliffface, he was not prepared for when she tore look a sharp heel of rock, and jerked suddenly in his arms, striking the rock off the side of the centaurs head which sent him off balance and Evelyn back into the waters.
While the centaur was distracted, she dove as deep as she could into the lake bed, pausing only a moment to look up at the world all above her, and knowing she had little options but to resurface now when her air supply waned.
The stricken centaur regained focus too late to see where Evelyn hit the water, but he definitely heard her splash down. Due to his bodily structure, he couldn't exactly bend down to search for her, but he started prodding at the lake bed with the bottom of his spear.
Meanwhile, more horns sounded off, and the other Hoofs joined in on the attack. At this rate, the defenders would be overwhelmed fast.
The Hoofs had already taken down her remaining fighters, leaving just the handful of slaves who remained. None were trained I combat, and cowered away from the advancing horsemen as they were surrounded.
When Evelyn resurfaced far enough away from the spear, her eyes immediately went to her group is slaves. Thresha was among the group, her most loyal of slaves. She had been trained well and was owned by Lady Gray since a young age. The pair practically grew up together and at times were much like sisters. Even still, Thresha still wore the heavy metal collar that the cowering brothers around her did, just to make no mistake she was a slave.
With a noise, she stumbled out of the lake, white dress and yellow hair plastered to her body as she managed to push her way through and throw herself in front of her slaves.
"No!" she cried out, eyes flashing boldly as she threw her arms out protectively, as if her presence might spare them the spear. Even as tall enough as a woman as she was, she was still dwarfed by the presence of Dehak and his men. And though greatly fearful she could die, she wasn't about to die a coward, and let her poor slaves become skewered without some,sort of a fight.
But there were so many of them, and their numbers overwhelmed her. And she knew this was the end.
It was certainly a bleak looking situation. Cowering, unarmed slaves, surrounded on all sides by fierce warriors. They'd stopped advancing to surround them, but just barely. By their hollering, snarling, and weapon-brandishing, it seemed the throngs of raiders were but a single word away from tearing them all to shreds.
Dehak made his way to the front of the mob, his outwardly calm appearance denoting him as a cut above the eager, rambunctious hordes he commanded. He looked down at Evelyn, at his prize, and he grinned. The three other Hoof Leaders came up next to him, looking slightly grumpier.
Reshdo, a smaller male Centaur armored in nothing but war paint and armed with a spear, groaned, and the others just looked bored in general. The others were Jeznur, a fat-on-muscles male with full armor, shield, and axe, and Gralla, a burly female wearing a breastplate and wielding two sabers.
"I thought there'd be so many more," Jeznur said, and Dehak nodded.
"Disappointing, but I'll take it over nothing," Dehak commented. He looked down at Evelyn again. Gralla stepped forwards a bit.
"By the time I got into the camp, all the soldiers were dead. Did any of us actually get any kills?"
The Hoof Leaders echanged looks. Resdho raised a single finger. Jeznur stayed still, and Dehak raised two. Reshdo sighed, and Dehak grinned.
"Pretty one's mine, then. Don't look so glum, Reshdo. I can share." Dehak said, and he looked to the other Hoof Leaders.
"Keep the women for your warriors, kill the men."
Evelyn gasped, realizing the majority with her that remained were men. And men she didn't want to see getting flayed. Reaching for the knife under her skirts, when one of the centaurs came for them, she was quick to throw herself in front, and trying to appear as commanding and strong as possible, in spite of the odds, and in spite of herself. She had no real means to defend these slaves of hers, but they were still hers and she felt she owed them all of what she had.
She must've surprised the horseman coming to snatch one of her slaves away, cause her strike was quick and unseen, like a sand colored viper. The centaur reared back, say the trickle of blood on his arm then turned to observe Evelyn's long, thin knife. But he had his spear pointed right at her belly as he advanced upon her with a laugh.
"This one's got some spirit in her, Dehak!" he went on, his laughter gruff. "I might want a go at her, just to watch her cry when we breed."
Evelyn cringed, but kept her head held high, even as the spear was against her belly.
"There will be no go at me, or the killing of my men!"s he snapped, finding a strange strength behind her voice inspite of the terrifying plight before her. "I am Lady Evelyn Heraea from House Gray in Essyrn, princess among merchants and these are my property. Do not touch them or harm them or else!"
There was a short silence, before most of the warriors abruptly broke into snickering and jeering. It was clear that absolutely nobody here respected her position. There were also some inquisitive looks, as nobody in the Bloody Brays had ever even heard of a place called Essyrn.
"Well, then you've found yourself in quite the predicament, Lady Evelyn," Dehak said, canting forward. Her slaves cowered back further, especially those that had witnessed Dehak's brutality firsthand.
"Because The Bloody Brays don't give a shit about your titles, or your property. You're on our land now!" Dehak said, and his warriors gave a small cheer at the words.
"Your supplies are ours, Your slaves are ours. You--"
Dehak pointed at himself.
"Are mine. Take them!"
The warriors advanced, intent on seperating the male slaves from the female ones. Dehak himself advanced on Evelyn, watchful of that knife of hers, ready to swat it away or to grab the hand wielding it.
Evelyn paled. She knew it was a futile attempt to save their lives, and knew she was in a place far from home, so when the shadow of Dehak loomed over her, she stepped back, guarding herself carefully with the knife as she warned, "Stay back." But even as her grip tightened on her blade, she felt her grip trembling with nerves, and her hand, sweaty.
"Or what?" Dehak said, leering at her. He took a single step closer, and his hand lashed out. He wasn't aiming for her arms, but rather he intended to slap some proper fear and respect into her. He was fast, so deceptively fast for someone his size, that the strike would be barely but a blur to Evelyn's untrained eyes.
As he moved to strike, she flinched and felt the slap,a nd her grip on her dagger loose, and it was knocked to the ground.
With one movement, Dehak stomped on Evelyn's dagger, snapping the long blade and bending the hilt to near unusability. He reached down, grabbed her by the scruff off her robe, and lifted her clean up off the ground.
"What happened to all of that confidence?" Dehak growled. By that point, the slaves had been seperated, and the women were being restrained with ropes and chains. The men were all being put on their knees.
"You humans never learn. We're just going to have to keep teaching you this lesson until you do."
Evelyn gasped as she felt herself being lifted off of the ground. Kicking her legs and squirming, she demanded, "Let me go, you animal!"
"Shut your mouth, human," Dehak growled, and he shook her hard enough to give her whiplash.
Dehak could hear the begging and whimpering of the male slaves, and he turned his head. A warrior was approaching all the kneeled males, holding a long, wide sword in his hands.
They were being put to death.
Despite her shaking, she turned to see the male slaves being lined up for the slaughter. Desperately, she tried to reach for Dehak. "Please! Show them mercy!" she begged.
"Why should I?" Dehak said.
"So many on two legs will slow us down, and besides, the Bloody Brays have no use for your luggage carriers."
The executioner raised his blade, aiming the strike on the first slave in line. The man couldn't stop blubbering, grasping for anything that could save his life.
"So you'd murder out of inconvenience?" she spat. "What an honorless code."
Dehak laughed.
"An interesting choice of words, for someone who was so eager to jump to the rescue before."
Dehak waved a hand, and the sword came down. Rather than a clean decapitation, the poor man was split right down the middle, killed instantly. A few slaves in line vomited, others just lost all semblance of calm and broke down into tears.
"Maybe you'll choose better words for the next one?"
Evelyn blanched, truly terrified she'd be next. She was shaking and had to turn her face away from the bloodied scene.
"You're a monster,: she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"If that's what you want to call me, so be it," Dehak said, and he lowered so her feet touched the ground. A snap of his fingers, and a warrior came with rope to tie Evelyn's wrists together and hand the end of the rope to Dehak.
The sounds of men being executed and women being dragged kicking and screaming back to camp filled the air. Dehak tugged on Evelyn's restraints, and started to walk.
"Get moving."
Evelyn set a hard glare on Dehak, but could do little else but obey. The pace was faster than she would've liked, her eyes observing the group that took her prisoner. They were terribly out numbered and easily out strengthed. Her eyes eventually fell to the dusty foothills and to the horizon.
Behind them was the way back to Essryn, but the way forward was surely a trial by fire.
Evelyn wasn't being taken back to the main warband, at least not immediately. Their first stop was Dehak's raiding camp, around three miles away from where Evelyn and her caravan had set up their final camp.
Evelyn would have to fight just to keep up as the Hoofs all made their way back to the temporary installment.
by the time they were back to camp, Evelyn's legs were sore, scraped and bruising. Her wrists had been rubbed and now burned, the skin raw from the rope. Her clothing and hair had mostly dried, leaving her blonde locks in loose curls about her face. She kept as much of a distance as she could to Dehak, but the rope was only so long.
The camp was an interesting affair to say the least. Each Hoof had its own distinct look to it, and while it was hard to spot the patterns when the warriors were all mixed up in the travel back, the camp was softly split into four distinct areas. of course, the general shape of things were the same, but each Hoof's particular identity made itself known in the details. Slight differences in color for the tents, unique baubles, talismans, and trinkets, and now that the warriors were all seperating, it would even be clear that all warriors of a Hoof adhered to some form of loose "uniform," unique cosmetic touches or other things that would help pick out a fellow Hoof member in the chaos of battle.
Where the four sections of the camp all met, there were the four large Hoof Leader tents, with the rest of the camp spreading out around it. Most tents were large enough to accommodate one warrior (each warrior carried their tent and supplies during travel), but there were around six massive common tents spread about the camp, public spaces where warriors ate, celebrated, and socialized in general.
There certainly weren't enough of Evelyn's female slaves to go about. Each Hoof Leader (save for Gralla) took one for themselves, and the remaining ten or so were separated from each other. They were to be distributed to the common tents, for purposes one would loathe to imagine.
Dehak and Evelyn were headed straight for Dehak's tent.
She took in what details she could, the way each tent was situated and spaced, how they were maintained and decorated. And also how large the general camp area was. She also tried to commit to memory where her female slaves were taken, before she felt her master's pulling slow down as he stopped before what she could only deduce was his tent.
She took a moment to compose herself, before trying at her tightening bindings again.
"Don't bother," Dehak said, and he ushered her into his tent. The interior of the tent was spartan in appearance, since this wasn't Dehak's actual home. Obviously, centaurs couldn't quite sleep like people, but since they weren't completely horses, they had difficulty sleeping while standing. The bed was mostly composed of straw and covered in furs to make it soft, large enough for even someone like Dehak to comfortably lie in. There was a wooden post by the bed with strips of wood nailed perpendicular to it, and it wasn't too dissimilar in appearance to part of a stable enclosure. It served as a handhold, allowing a centaur to get as comfortable as they desired, for they could always use it to pull themselves to their hooves.
Apart from the "bed," there was a simple stand for Dehak's armor, a set of saddlebags, and a small table, sized for Dehak.
Dehak took his helmet off, letting it fall to the ground, and he shoved Evelyn against the table. He grinned, and unbuckled his javelins, letting the bags fall to the ground.
"Turn around."
Evelyn stumbled into the tent and studied the room for anything to use to her advantage. But when commanded, she simply held her ground, chin high.
"No." She would not simply take his commmands!
There was no hesitation on Dehak's part.
He surged forward, intent on gripping her by the neck and slamming her down onto the table, and then to keep her pinned against it.
"You're going to learn your place, human," he growled.
She let out a startled cry as she was slammed against the table. She had almost forgotten how strong he was, and how easily he could over power her. Her entire front smarted, and as she was forced against it, she turned in attempt to peer back at him, her lips curled back into a snarl.
"And you must realize this is hardly a civilized place for me." She struggled against his grip, the position becoming quite uncomfortable as she growled out, "Let me go!"
Dehak reared up, placing his legs on the table. He folded his front legs so that they went over her arms, keeping her in place without him having to use his arms. Had he tried to merely keep her arms in place with his hooves, he would've shattered her relatively fragile limbs.
Dehak grinned, and leaned his upper body over to the side, getting a nice fistful of her dress before he moved to tear the bottom half clean off of her.
Evelyn cried out the moment he was over top of her, pinning her down more securely with his powerful form. It hurt, for he was heavy, and she got a good whiff of his masculine scent mingled with that of the over bearing odor of a horse.
She bared her teeth, and found herself crying out again as he tore off half of her dress.
"What are you doing!?" she cried out, this time moving more frantically as her body wriggled against his solid form.
Dehak grabbed a fistful of Evelyn's golden hair and pushed her head against the table, leaning down over her as he exerted his dominance. As he started to harden in anticipation, he grabbed her collar and tore off most of her top as well.
"Fixing your attitude," he replied simply.
She felt the rush of fear and excitement hiss through her veins. She squirmed beneath his dominance, gasping as he moved to tear off the rest of her dress.
"Attitude?" she wailed, struggling still beneath his form, not realizing that he was unsheathing himself and ever growing in length. "I find nothing intolerable about it! I am a woman of means, a woman of power." Even still, she shivered in fear. But she managed to somehow turn her face to get a good look up at him, even as parts of her hair tumbled down about her face.
"Maybe it is YOU who needs his attitude adjusted," she countered, eyes hard and wild as she felt her heart and mind screaming to be free.
The point of Dehak's hammer pierced the table mere inches away from her head.
"Not here, you aren't. Here, you're just another soft human who wandered too far away from her pretty little city. You have no power, you have no means. All you have is your life, and that belongs to me."
He snarled, and Evelyn would feel his massive, hardening length brush against her thigh.
"To do whatever I please with."
It wasn't until she felt the hard length of him rub against the soft underside of her thighs did she realize his aim. With a gasp, she fought beneath him, involuntarily rubbing herself against his great length.
"Let me go!" she demanded, voice wavering. "I do not belong to you, or to anyone!"
But her heightened fear heated her up, her sex already moistening in anticipation. But there was no way.. was there? He.. he was half horse! And wouldn't that mean....
There was no way it could fit. Panicked, she felt her sex spasming against her will. Her adrenaline was kicking into over drive as she struggled still....
But her sex drive was also kicking on and part of her couldn't deny the sudden need to breed, to release all of this pent up frustration-
But this was wrong, so very wrong and in the moment, she knew she had little choice. He was going to claim her, like any animal, man or dog might. She grit her teeth, whimpering softly and braced herself for the worst.
Dehak let Evelyn struggle, finding that she only ended up brushing against him when she did so. He pushed her head harder against the table, so that it hurt, and then pulled her back by her hair, lifting her torso off the table just high enough so he could get a hand beneath her and grope her tits. Everything about her was so soft, definitely softer than any human woman he'd conquered before.
His tool was still something that would rival any other warhorse in his prime, but the human in him kept it from reaching the kind of girth that would kill a woman.
But only just barely.
He moved up a bit on his hind legs, and he gave it an experimental bump, a section of his diamond-hard length rubbing against Evelyn's sex. He grinned.
"So wet. Do all noblewomen fantasize about horse cocks piercing them?"
Where as she felt soft, he felt hard. His hands were rough and calloused, matching his touch. But she was jarred from the sensation when she as seeing stars as he slammed her head into the table, forcing her to cry out in pain.
Her eyes stung with tears, and she sniffled and trembled as she felt him adjust himself over her. Then the tip of his stiff cock prodding her, and inspite herself, she released a trembling sigh.
His words sobered her as she grit her teeth.
"I'd never fantasize over a monster!"
But even still, her body squirmed at the attention. And she felt her heat grow, and a wildness beginning to flow through her veins like a raw drink of wine.
And yes...
yes she was beginning to wonder how it would feel, because she was bent over now with the very real reality that..
She was about to be fucked by a horse.
Sucking in a breath, she trembled and closed her eyes, mind in a whirl.
But if she calmed herself down to her bare instincts...
Maybe she could pretend to be elsewhere... that she was with someone else... SOMETHING else.....
Biting into her lips, she realized she could not, because since she couldn't see his girth, she could only fantasize about what was to come. And that unfortunately made her soaking wet.
"Your slit says otherwise," Dehak said with a leer, squeezing her breast. He adjusted a bit more and got himself situated against her entrance, giving his body a bit more movement so he could get his tip all slicked up.
Then, he started to push.
Gasping at the attention, she sunk her teeth into her lip at the sensation. And to her surprise, it didn't hurt..
But the sensation actually elicited a soft growling moan that mingled in with her frustrations. She couldn't move, she could barely breath, and something was stroking her and getting her all fired up with heat and need.
It was hard to gauge just how large the tip was and how much of it consumed her entire slick slit, but all she knew was that it was grinding pleasurably against all outter folds of her sex. She swallowed back a moan, feeling too good for what was about to happen....
And then he pushed, and she sucked in a breath, gasping as she felt her eyes prickle with tears because yes... yes he was large, and the pain of having his massive dick beginning to force it's way into her entry had her yelping out and bucking back.
She really didn't have anywhere to go, and regardless of how much she bucked, as soon as the tip started to get past her, it was even more inevitable than it already was. He snarled, and continued to push.
"Do you like this?" Dehak said, continuing to goad and mock her.
"Are you going to love it when I fill your hole with my seed, too?"
It was too much, just too much for her to take in. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks as he continued, forcing her to take in his girth, one inch at a time. At his words, she trembled, teeth biting into her lips until she bled. But she didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer.
No, she closed her eyes and tried to pretend to be anywhere else.
Once Dehak had a couple of inches in he started to push in a bit quicker, not as a show of mercy, but because he was just that eager to fuck her into submission.
The change of speed had her gasping, the penetration ripping through her as more tears ran down her cheeks. She was extremely tight, never before having experienced a thing quite like him before, and it had her panting through her sobs as she closed her eyes and body up so tight that it hurt.
Dehak adjusted again, and with a final thrust, he went as far as he could go. She was so unbelievably full of him, and his full length wasn't even inside of her! The tip of his cock pressed against her cervix as if it might go through even that and defile her womb, but it didn't.
At least not yet.
"From now on, you're nothing but a wet hole for my cock until you die."
And then he started to thrust.
She was breathless when he filled her up to the brim, eyes bleary with tears and a heat flooding her body from head to toe. And when he paused, only then did her body get a real chance to adjust, softening and welcoming his sex within her as it massaged it's length with a natural hungry.
Growling in frustration, pain and pleasure, Evelyn began to pant, her body already quick to slick over with sweat. But then she stilled at his words, fear tickling through her veins. And then he was fucking her.
INspite of herself,s he gasped, her body becoming quickly lubricated and heated along with his penetration. She could barely breath in the way he was taking her. She felt so much pain, but in the same instance... She was shivering in a building of pleasure.
Dehak snarled, hips rocking forward with every movement as Evelyn got to experience what it was like to be fucked by a literal stallion. If she'd been on her back, she'd be able to see the slight bulge forming in her abdomen every time he speared her.
And he wasn't gentle about it, either.
"Go ahead and moan. I know you love it."
It was like having two arms of a man rammed into her. And he was powerful, and brought her so much pain. But his words made her croaked, as she gasped, sobbing for breath as she writhed beneath him. Part of her movement was to try to find a means to slip away...
but another part of her realized... If she moved with him...
It began to feel alot more pleasurable for her.
Dehak grinned ever wider when he felt her move against him and he adjusted himself further up, coming so close to pushing past her cervix that his precum was starting to get into it.
"There we go," Dehak said, a bit quieter now. It seemed resistance only riled him up more. Cooperation would grant her mercy, at the cost of making this infinitely more pleasurable.
A dangerous line to tiptoe, if there was any.
If she could feel anything outside of him, there was no way to tell. He was consuming her and stretching her out to limits unseen. And he filled her up, the part of him not fitting inside of her was rubbing roughly at her clit and all of the sensitive skin infront.
But as his tone of voice changed, part of her did too. He didn't sound so savage when she reacted in this way, and it was... odd. It almost seemed.... human.
Panting, she continued to move, angling herself in a way it alleviated some of the awkward pressure his massive body had on her. But she thought against asking him to ease up, and whimpered slightly as she realized she was quickly growing hungry with need.
The grip on Evelyn's head loosened considerably. Oh, he still had her pinned, but he was no longer on the borderline of crushing her skull against the table. His hand continued to grope her breasts, thumb pressing down on her nipple as he squeezed.
The wetter she got, the more his pace started to build.
She never considered in all of her days she'd be fucked by an animal. Though one could suppose this animal was at least half man... It still didn't over look the fact that he had animal parts and.... She was quite certain his animal parts weren't even being used in their entirety.
Even still, being able to breath easily so her head could lay against the table rather than being smashed against it, helped immensely in the way she reacted now. Her breathing was easier, if not growing more rapid as he worked her.
And in spite of the situation, she closed her eyes, tried to fall away to another world, and solely focused on the pleasure it brought over the pain. And soon her moans were turning into soft whimpers that were becoming harder to hide by swallowing them away.
"I knew you loved it," Dehak stated, and he sharpened his angle a bit, and his speed continued to ramp up, approaching a proper fuck.
"Feeling my stallionhood stroke all of the deepest parts of you..."
She couldn't take it. HIs dirty words mixed with the idea she was being claimed by some animal set off some part of her left unrealized. she was enjoying herself, she was learning some language of her body that at one time, was only a language she could navigate...
Yet here she was, body filled with his massive member, and she? She was moaning louder all the more for it.
Perhaps Evelyn was onto something, because Dehak lifted his legs off of her arms and planted his hooves on the table. It was too late for her to squirm away, even if she wanted to. Bent over the table with his cock in her like she was, she couldn't go anywhere.
Not that she might even want to, because the new leverage allowed Dehak to get more of himself moving with every thrust.
The relief only aided in the rising pleasure as she was able to moan louder. Though she had considered an attempt to escape, even in her drunk-lust state, she knew it wasn't a wise choice. For now, she was his, and she simply let him have at her, finding herself gasping loudly since now she could truly feel just how much of him had filled her.
"G-Gods.." she panted, unable to fight the sensations any longer as her sex continued to get only wetter and wetter.
"Fuck, it's so tight," Dehak hissed to himself. It was rather odd for him, because all of the human women he'd conquered so far just sort of tuned out or passed out halfway through.
This noblewoman, however, was fucking him right back! He found himself silently praising the gods for that one extra kill, because it had netted him the prize of a lifetime.
"Move more. Get my horse cock as deep into you as you can."
She panted, adjusting herself to do just that as she wheezed and whimpered her need. Her hips continued to buck, welting pleasure and pain combined as her deep heat was scorching through her and that pooling pleasure within her belly was on the rise.
Dehak's stallionhood was like a conducting rod for all of that head, throbbing powerfully inside of her as she bucked. He blew some air out of his nose, and he ran a hand through his hair. The new experience was taking a toll on him, and he was actually approaching orgasm much quicker than he was used to!
Still, he didn't let that stop him as he moved with Evelyn, pounding her relentlessly.
She too couldn't help but be surprised at how quickly her pleasure was rising, her own need taking over as she whimpered again, moans becoming husky as her bucks grew wilder and wilder until she stopped suddenly, eyes rolling back as she screamed in sweet ecstasy.
When she came and squeezed down on him like that, Dehak was almost at a loss for words. It brought him close to the edge, and he sped up even more.
"I'm coming!" he hissed.
She never had an orgasm continue on in this unrelenting manner. She was screaming, bucking now at his words, and singing hoarse throated songs to the heavens.
Dehak had never finished inside a human like he did at that very moment. It seemed she wanted his seed, and he gave it to her. All of it.
And much like a horse, it just kept coming, even after it flooded every crevasse of her womanhood, even after it started streaming out of her when space ran out, he just kept coming, buried in her as far as he could go.
A fucking horse was much like a cumming horse, for the powerful seed ejected from him and pounded into her with such a force, she was now crying in pain. It was like she was being whipped on the inside, and it was never ending. And somehow, it managed to cupple itself into her wicked pleasure.
DEhak wasn't stationary when he climaxed, either. he kept moving, albeit not as much, delivering every shot of seed with a thrust, just to keep Evelyn wailing.
Gods, was he still releasing himself?! It was insane to think all of this could come from a horse, and her eyes were rolling back again, sex tightening unimaginably so as she rocked her hips and came wildly and loudly off his spewing hot seed.
Finally, Dehak's reserves ran low, and he came to a stop, still sheathed within her. He leaned down, breathing heavily but otherwise looking pretty good. There were a few beads of sweat on him, but really not much, considering what they just did.
"Fuck..."
She was a sticky, sloppy mess. Nearly covered from head to toe with his cooling seed, she lay there, draped uselessly against the table as she tried to catch her breath. But she was exhausted, from the pain, sex and satisfaction of being overly sated by their rut. And she was too drained to reel over the wrongness of their actions, or the fact, if it were possible, the centaur had just attempted to seed her.
Finally, after what seemed to be like an eternity, Dehak started to pull back, unplugging her and letting all of his seed flood out of her.
"Clean me," Dehak said.
"With your mouth."
Evelyn was thoroughly worn through, and she winced and wriggled as his seed continued to dribble from her and down her legs. She shivered after a time, trying to catch her breath and let her mind catch up to exactly what happened. But then she heard his words, and opened her eyes which had been growing heavy. She peered over at him, saying nothing, simply trying to regain her strength, and her mind- for he had taken so much out of her even if she wanted to clean him, as he demanded, at that very moment, she wouldn't even be able to speak, let alone use her mouth and tongue for that.
Dehak looked down at her as she laid there, seemingly unable to move. He scowled a bit, but realized that there was no real point in pushing her any further. Instead, he took up the rope connected to her and tied her to the post on his bed, leaving her on the ground by it. It was a damned solid job, too. Unless she had a knife, she wasn't going anywhere.
And like that, Dehak just left her there to recover. He picked out a warrior, and left him to guard his tent so he could join the rest of his men in their celebration of a successful raid.
She was surprised Dehak showed any amount of mercy. Perhaps he had a good enough laugh at her now. She cringed as he left the tent, closing her eyes tightly and letting her mind whirl over what had happened.
Every movement hurt, and though the pain grounded her to what had occurred, it was still surreal. She shivered, still feeling the horse's seed seep out of her, not doubt mingling with some blood. Even still, it had been a long day and inspite of the terrifying situation, she somehow managed to fall asleep.
Evelyn would get at least a couple of hours of sleep before Dehak returned. His tent rustled open, and he looked a bit more dishevelled than he did before he left. His eyes were weighed down with drink, and he moved a bit more sluggishly than before.
It seemed even Dehak was capable of getting tired. He looked down at the sleeping Evelyn, and several thoughts went through his head. She reeked of the strong scent of his seed, strongly enough that he was the slightest bit discouraged from seeking any more pleasure from her.
And that, combined with his tired state, was just enough to spare her his desires for the rest of the day. He went to his straw bed and set himself down, legs folding beneath him.
Though thoroughly spent, the return of her captor had her tensing awake. She had one quick look at him before closing her eyes and pretending to still be asleep. One she heard him settle down, she peered over at his form and just watched him, waiting.. wondering...
Was he truly going to go to sleep?
She wasn't sure if she could remain rested, knowing this could pose as a potential moment for her to escape. So gently, quietly, she sat up as best she could and tried to get a good look at him- though it was much more difficult now since it was dark. But the bon fire crackling in the middle of camp afforded her enough light to see him, and she was strangely surprised at how different he looked strewn across the bed, asleep.
He looked like any other man, any other who could bleed and cry- horse half aside. Even that didn't look so dangerous at night. But as she moved just enough one way, she gave a cry as she suddenly lost her balance, and part of her fell into the scratchy straw near his bedside.
The cry alerted Dehak, and his eyes snapped open just in time to see a familiar blur fall at his bedside. His arms shot out, one gripping the rope that was still around her wrists and tied to the post, and the other going to her neck.
He pulled her closer, and for the first time, she'd be able to see eye to eye with him.
"Don't even think about it," he growled, although the bags under his eyes made it lose a bit of effect.
His nose wrinkled at her smell, and he frowned further.
"You need to be washed," he added, and he moved to stand, pulling himself up on the pole by his bed. Out of his armor, she'd be able to see just how exquisite his upper half was.
Evelyn gasped and struggled in his grasp.
"You were sleeping," came her croaked words. But at his reaction to the scent of her, she grimaced right back.
"I wouldn't have needed a bath should you have chosen not to defile me," she huffed back, surprisingly even herself she had any strength or guts to do just that. She looked him over, though surprised by how he looked from head to.. horse, she couldn't shake off the burning, bruised feeling between her legs.
"Are you going to wake up just to bathe me?" came her smart reply. It seemed she was getting fiestier now, considering how tired he seemed... Though perhaps she should have been wiser, she couldn't help it. It was deeply ingrained in her not to simply roll over to pig like men.
"No. You woke me up. Now I will make you bathe in the freezing river," Dehak said, and he finished getting to his feet. Keeping a firm grip on her rope, he untied it from the post and wrapped it a couple times around his wrist.
"And maybe defile you again."
His eyes lifted up to her, and he leered.
"Although I have a feeling you'll like it a lot more than you think you will."
She leaned away from him when he proposed his idea.
"What? After you've torn me open and bruised me? It seems hardly likely, as I'm certain I won't be able to close my legs for many days."
"Can't close your legs for many days? Sounds good to me," Dehak said with grin, and he tugged her along.
"Come on, then. River's a couple minutes from camp."
She just gave him a look.
"Even with horse parts, you're still a typical man," she told him, tripping slightly behind him as his pace was much faster and harder to gauge than her own.
"Please. I'm much more of a man than any stick-dicked human that ever existed."
Perhaps it was just coincidence, but Dehak slowed a bit, so now she could keep up. Whether it was a show of mercy or just his tiredness suddenly catching back up to him was unclear.
She said nothing, he words spoke enough for him. And if she noted the slower pace she said nothing, but even as the chill of the night winds bit at her, she was actually glad she'd be getting a chance to bathe. And hopefully the cold waters would help reduce the swelling between her legs, and the ripening bruise on her face.
Dehak's words rang true, and after about ten minute's walk from camp, they came across a thin river, probably deep enough for Dehak to get his legs in the water, which meant it would be a nice depth for Evelyn as well.
Rather than let go of Evelyn's rope, Dehak simply started to wade into the water.
She didn't hesitate to follow him, bare feet stepping on top of cool silky sands a,d smoothed stones. The chill of the water had a bite to it, but it was a welcome sort. She needed the cold. She needed the relief, and moved beside Dehak nearly at his equal pace.
She took a moment to study the stars. Their position wasn't much different in where the constellations hung when she was in Essryn. Even the bright star twinkled just as brilliantly here.
It made her home sick for the city, especially as she began to realize she'd never see it again.
Dehak was a lot larger and warmer than Evelyn was, so in response to the water's cold, he just sighed. He let his tough exterior fall away just slightly as he closed his eyes to enjoy the cool water. Soon, they were in the deepest part, and Dehak cupped some water to toss it over his face.
He said nothing to Evelyn, expecting her to wash herself.
The deeper they went, Evelyn found herself beginning to float, momentarily distracted by studying Dehak's form in the moonlit waters. He was handsome, even if he were half animal, and it seemed as if there might be more to him than the wild stallion he portrayed.
But then she turned away and moved the rub away the film of seed between her legs, wincing as her eyes prickled, but eve through the pain, she made sure she thoroughly cleaned herself.
Dehak continued to splash water on himself as Evelyn went about her business, surprisingly quiet, now that he had nothing to go on about.
Without soap, Evelyn would still carry that faint musk of horse semen with her, but she would at least be clear of the stuff.
For now at least.
After a time, the cold got to her. Shivering, she stepped nearer to Dehak's side, just close enough to feel his heat.
Dehak glanced down to Evelyn, but he paid her no true mind. He had her rope, and she couldn't possibly harm him like this, so he let her do as she willed.
He was almost done in the river anyways.
She paused a moment now to get a good look at his body, discretly checking out his sex and wondering how in all the seven God's names did he ever manage to rape her? But the pain reminded her it happened, and she felt a bit ashamed she grew wet with heat.
Indeed, Dehak had let himself out of that penis sheath that horses had in order to let the water clean him, He finished putting his fingers through his hair, and he gave it a hearty shake to get the rest of the water out. He looked to Evelyn, and when he traced her stare, he grinned.
"Like what you see?" He teased, and he turned about to head back to shore.
She blushed and looked away.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she huffed angrily, and stumbled a little as she followed.
"I think you do," he said, and when they reached the shore, he stopped. His member was still hanging out, nice and freshly cleaned.
He pulled her a bit closer.
"Why don't you get a closer look at it?"
She gasped and caught herself against him and kept her face turned away.
"Why? I think I've seen more of it than I ever wanted to."
"I think you're lying."
He placed a stiff hand on her shoulder and put her down onto her knees.
"Service it. I know you want to."
On her knees, she stared puzzedly at his growing member. It was so strange, the way it connected to his body, a soft sheath of skin, then...
She turned away, blushing.
"Service? I'm no hand maid."
"And I don't care."
His hand tightened on her shoulder. He could probably break her shoulder if he wanted to.
"Do it."
"But didn't you..." she winced at the pressure. "Surely you're already clean. What service could I-" And then she knew.
Dehak grinned at the recognition on her face.
"There we go. Get to it, then."
Evelyn looked from his face back down to his member, which by now was sturdy as it was presented before her. She swallowed a dry knot in her throat, wondering just how or what she could do to such a massive thing. But then recalling earlier...
She knew she had little choice and leaned forward, nice and slow; as she closed her eyes and let her warm tongue lap along the side of his length.
Dehak let out a tiny sigh when she started.
"There we go," he muttered. He was tempted to give her commands, but part of him was curious to see what she'd do.
He had a strange taste to him. She supposed if she ignored the animal smell, all he really reeked of was warmth, and a natural, dusty musk. As she continued to lick, she opened her mouth even wider into it, seeing how far and long she could go and seeking out places that she noted, made even this centaur's cock tremble.
It seemed Dehak was more sensitive near the base, because as her tongue slid close to that area, he fidgeted ever so slightly.
"Use your hands," he said.
"My hands?" she paused, breath hot on his member. "Like this?" And at first, her hands smoothed down the soft belly of his horse coat, before they slipped forward, rubbing along his base.
"Yes," Dehak said.
"Don't let my tip get lonely, either. Or my balls."
Evelyn obeyed, soft hands smoothing down his entire length. When she reached his base, she massaged his balls in her grip, needing to use two hands from their sheer size. Then down his length she went, pausing at the tip to let her tongue have a taste.
Dehak sighed, cock twitching again when Evelyn passed her tongue over his tip. She'd find some precum there, and that his cock had an almost intoxicating musk to it, befitting a stallion of superior breed.
"Go ahead and suck it."
Her hesitation was brief, but after she gave a good lick to her lips, she moved forward and tried to take in as much of him as she could, allt he while her arms remained stretched rather far to fondle him from the other side. It was an awkward feet, and something she'd surely not have ever imagined herself becoming apart of, but somehow, there she was, with the tip of a horse cock shoved between her cheeks, as she sucked on it and gave his sensitive balls a hardy massage.
Yeah, Dehak had no complaints. One of his front legs pawed a bit at the ground, and he sighed as Evelyn gave him her ministrations.
Dehak grinned.
"I bet you're soaking. You want this cock somewhere else, don't you?"
Yeah, he wasn't going to let her live down the fact that she'd reciprocated and even seemed to enjoy his rape of her. If anything, the continued mocking was meant to break her down.
Evelyn just about choked on his cock. She pulled away, wiping the slobber from her lips and frowned up at him.
"I believe by your statement it is you who'd truly like it elsewhere." She was not about to let him simply bully her again, and she had no desires to have a second go- even if he were correct to presume she was a little bit wet.
She was also a little bit still bruised.
"I might have a big mouth but I'm pretty sure your dick is bigger." And she bristled at the words, stepping back from him. It wasn't meant as a compliment, since a big dick wasn't always considered praise- but an insult.
The insult was lost on Dehak, which actually might have saved Evelyn more trouble. He looked puzzled at her words for a few moments, before he noticed that she'd stopped.
His hand balled into a fist.
"You'd better get back to what you were doing, or it is going to be elsewhere."
She stared at him, still not losing her cool.
"And that would give you some satisfaction? That you could force yourself over some woman instead of truly taming her?"
It was a filthy thing to consider, but there were no morals when a man simply took what he wanted. If the rules were reversed, she hardly saw the reason for it- What fun was there without a bit of a challenge? And one well rewarded where rewards deserved?
Dehak was silent at that. He was so perplexed, that he couldn't even be angry anymore.
"So you want me to seduce you?" Dehak said.
Her own expression changed upon watching his, but then her own surprise came at his deduction of what she meant. She hadn't meant that! Or though perhaps she had? But perhaps not in this situation! It was just an unfortunate side effect of becoming property; but...
"Well.. yes," she shifted uncomfortably as she frowned. "In.. in some regards. A man and a woman.... there.... There's a certain right to it all if..." She swallowed her throat becoming dry. "Well, when it's m-making love rather than..." she gestured forward, frowning again. "Than simply taking a woman. Anyone can accomplish that," she added, distastefully. She had seen it enough times in Essyrn that she wasn't ignorant to how uneven the balance could be-
And quite frankly she was quite upset to find herself into such a position when her family had bred her for so much better than this.
And the more she thought on it....
Her cheeks heated.
She might not be so... so.... turned off by things if she found herself, more or less, wanting this man.
But he was half a horse...
And her sore sex could attest to that.
Oh.
Oh this was just precious.
Dehaks' eyebrows rose a bit higher as Evelyn went on, and when she finished, he couldn't help but smile as she blushed and went quiet, words failing her.
"Making love, eh?" Dehak repeated.
"So you want me to oil up my muscles? Leave some flowers on the bed? Treat you all gentle-like?"
Dehak placed a fist under his chin, grinning like a bastard.
"You want me to ravage your heart instead."
Evelyn gawked, but then was quick to cast him a glare.
"Not with those intentions, no! You wouldn't understand," she went on, trying to cast him away as if that'd help rid herself of that shit eating grin he wore.
"It's something most would call as sacred and.. and normally is a side effect of love."
And boy did she feel awkward even saying that infront of such a beast. But his looks still disturbed her as she took another uneasy step away from him.
"Do your kind even believe in that?" she challenged him back, while taking yet another dainty step away. How could they? They were savage and again,t he pain between her legs could only remind her to that...
But then again.. why was she so flustered? And why... was her body seeming to yearn for more?
For every dainty step away that she took, Dehak maintained the distance with a confident step forward of his own. If she kept backing away at that pace, she'd have a tree to her back before she knew it.
"Oh, we can love," Dehak said, and he took another step forward, this time closing the distance a bit.
"Many mates go into battle together, and many brave stallions skip out on raids to stay with their expectant mares. We're a people of hot-blooded nights, of spring festivals full of drink that lead to many new births in the tribe," Dehak said.
Evelyn let out a squeak when her back hit a tree, and remained stiff as she realized she couldn't back away any more and that Dehak was considerably closer. Turning away, she chewed over her words carefully.
"Do you not have a mare of your own to warm your bed?"
She supposed asking that was silly, as the answer was obvious.
"I don't. I've chosen not to."
Dehak said it with a certain determination in his eyes.
"Perhaps when I command my own Warherd, I will take a few mares as my own. But not now," Dehak said, and he took a step closer. He realized that he was being awfully generous with information regarding this human, but he saw no harm in humoring her curiosity. Besides, she'd proven to be rather cooperative (even if she didn't want to admit it), and she was actually a little bit on his good side as a result.
Evelyn remained with her chin held high as Dehak made his confessional, and she stared at him wary before informing him, "I can respect that. I myself, have chosen not to take a husband either."
Her eyes tore at him, burning a bit with resentment over what he had done, what he had taken from her.
"I don't think I'd ever take on a man, even if I became the wealthiest woman in all of Essyrn."
Dehak smirked a bit at Evelyn's admittance that she held similar views.
"Well, perhaps it wasn't a man you needed, but a stallion," Dehak teased, even as he stretched a bit to expose her to the sight of his exquisite musculature.
"I'm capable of going nice and slow."
He was a feast for the eyes, that there was no doubt, but his words made her frown.
"And what good does such knowledge accomplish?"
Dehak chuckled and crossed his arms. He reared up a bit, putting his forehooves on a fallen log just a few feet in front of Evelyn.
"Well, don't you want me to make love to you?" Dehak said, and he gave his hips a mocking undulation. He was still unsheathed, making the motion even lewder.
She turned away. Shaking her head, she replied, "The pace is by no means why having sex is different than making love."
"Hm," Dehak said, and he stepped closer. He was behind her now.
"Regardless of wether we made love or not, you can't deny it was some of the best sex you ever had."
She gave a hot sigh.
"I've had better." But she was no better off than than she was now. Foolish whims in her youth had near foolish consequences. But she couldn't lie the all night sexscapade with her first crush wasn't something she wouldn't mind doing again... although with someone she also felt more or less close to. It was a rather intimate scenario, and now she felt so exposed, so cheated that this half horse, half man had simply taken her.
"And now I'll be sore for days."
Which more or less guaranteed she wouldn't be having anything but painful sex the next few go arounds- assuming he tried.
"Had better, eh?"
Dehak chuckled, and crossed his arms, although he didn't get any closer.
"That sounds like a challenge to me."
He turned a bit so his side faced her, and he did his best to stave off a yawn. It seemed that Evelyn had unwittingly stumbled into a strange sort of predicament with Dehak. It seemed he actually quite liked the back-and-forth with her, and in a way, she'd sort of hooked him on the challenge of getting her to admit the "truth" as Dehak saw it. He returned his cock to its fleshy sheath.
"But either way, I'm tired," he said as he picked her rope back up. It seemed they were headed back to camp.
She turned to him then looked at the rope.
He and her both. She was thoroughly exhausted, and also quite relieved he didn't try anything with her. She had to wonder why, but she didn't linger on it for too long, finding herself looking towards the setting sun and yawning, too.
A challenge.. Did it really sound like a challenge? She had to wonder what he was thinking now, but followed in silence.
It was a brief, calm walk back to the camp. Halfway through it, Dehak got bored of the silence, and turned his head to talk to Evelyn.
"So what did you do in Essyrn? Are you actually a Princess?" Dehak said, looking at her.
Evelyn was taken a bit off guard at the question, and stumbled a little in her stride.
"Princess? Of course.." she gave a bit of a mock smirk and tossed some of her curls away from her face. "But my proper title is merchant princess," she was quick to point out. "And as the title insinuates, I have a ruling over my own business in trades primarily featuring goods imported from Northern lands like Connlaoth." Presuming he even knew what or where that was....
It was only then she began to wonder... a man of the plains... who knew little about Essyrn.. surely he could not fathom the type of the world that was held in the North.
"Explains why you're so fine," Dehak said, and he looked at her. He gave her a look that was almost appraising in nature, and he placed a fist under his squareish jaw.
"We don't see a lot of Connlaothians out here. Mostly Adelans and Serenians," Dehak said, and he paused to look out over the horizon. His eyes were tired, and he was feeling the aftereffects of a long afternoon spent celeberating a raid and drinking.
"Last group of Connlaothians that came through here nearly wiped out a whole Hoof of raiders with magic. Last time we ever bothered them."
"So are you implying if you had known about my dangerous origins youd have left us alone?"
"Your dangerous origins?" Dehak said. He sounded a little perplexed.
"You just said your cargo is from Connlaoth, not yourself. You're from Essyrn."
Dehak shrugged.
"Fuck if I know where that is. Maybe one of the elders knows where Essyrn is."
She drew her lips tightly together and frowned.
"Yes, I live in Essryn and have made my life there. But my blood... Both my parents came from Connlaoth, so in a sense I'm a northern blooded woman living in the South." And she paused to add a little smartly, "Connlaoth is North...Essryn is South."
Dehak nodded a bit.
These were new revelations to him. Of course, he knew about Serendipity and Adela, there were plenty of those that passed through the plains. But to the south?
There was nothing but plains to the south, and past the plains there was nothing but sand. No Centaur had ever gone farther, and even then the brave scout that made it that far had barely returned with his life.
"You live past the plains? In the sand?"
Evelyn looked at him quizzically.
"Yes, that's where my caravan had traveled from. Essyrn is due south of here,.. past the plains, past the dessert. Beyond that is a large city residing alongside an expanse of green along the Niafi River, where at it's Delta, I make my home."
Dehak nodded.
"I had always suspected there was something on the other side. Never thought it'd be more humans," Dehak said almost contemplatively.
He looked to Evelyn, and gave her another appraising glance.
"Anybody there who'll pay to see you back?"
She narrowed her gaze on him.
"Many who would love to see me come back as a slave," came her tart reply.
Dehak shook his head,
"No slavers." he snarled.
He looked at her as they passed into the camp's boundaries. He gave a nod to one of the sentries passing by, and then his gaze returned to her. The sentry's eyes lingered on Evelyn, if only for the fact that she had no clothing to really speak of. They passed, and were in front of Dehak's tent in a few minutes.
The cold of the night was starting to set in, and Dehak remained a powerful source of warmth.
She swallowed back her reply. It was strange, and as she let what he said sink in, she couldn't help but think over just how he said no slavers, with such distaste. A peculiar thing, to be sure. She wasn't sure what to think of it, but as the night winds came in, she found herself moving closer to his side. She was attached to him anyway, and he had taken enough from her. She didn't believe he'd mind her getting close to him on her own.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Dehak spoke again.
"You have no family? Nobody to recieve you?" he said, striking up the conversation from before.
She hadn't been paying much attention, her thoughts going elsewhere when he posed his question. She raised her head and looked at him, before shaking it and turning away.
"No, my parents have since passed and my only other relations remain in Connlaoth, to the North." She sighed, tired. "And I doubt they'd care to rescue me for money, if that is what you're wondering."
Dehak sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.
"The supplies from your caravan will have to do, then."
They reached his tent, and he entered before her.
"We sleep now. Tomorrow, we travel to rejoin the main herd."
Frowning, she knew he probably wasn't happy with what little remained of her cargo after the storm. But then she wondered why she cared. She had been taken captive and raped...
"The women that came with me.. What do you plan to do with them?"
"The same as you. You all belong to the Brays now. Your women have been given out to the other Hoof leaders. Those that actually wanted them, anyhow," Dehak said.
He turned to face her and gave her a looking over.
"The nights are cold here. You're free to share my bed with me, if only so you don't freeze to death."
"Share your bed? Don't you think that's a dangerous option?"
"Dangerous?"
Dehak raised an eyebrow.
"Dangerous how?"
She stopped to look at him as she gave him a quizzical blink.
"You'd trust a strange woman in your bed whom you've just taken captive?" She raised her brows at him and cracked an uncertain smile. "Everyone is most vulnerable when they're asleep....."
Then again... how much damage could she do to such a man? He was an overwhelming creature in all capacities. Even if she wanted to strangle him with her ropes.... She was more than certain he had more strength than she.
She shook her head.
"I suppose you're more confident than that."
"I'm a light sleeper," Dehak said, and he even returned Evelyn's uncertain smile.
"And I'm fairly certain I can overpower you if the need arises."
She huffed and turned away.
"I'm sure the fabric of your tent will suffice in keeping out the night wind's."
"Believe me, they won't," Dehak said, and he settled himself down on his knees on his straw bed. He tied Evelyn's rope to the standing post by his bed.
Stubborn as she was, Evelyn kept her distance. Activities from the day kept her heated, but eventually the night's drop in temperature was enough to make her shiver. Trying her best not to let it get to her, she rubbed at her arms in attempts to keep herself warm, but it felt futile, since all over her skin was prickling over from the night's chill.
And though she'd rather not, he had offered her a spot on his bed, and he moved to settle into the hay near her post, only close enough to his body she wasn't touching him, but she could feel enough of his warmth and the hay helped keep her own heat stable. And there, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Dehak wasn't kidding about being a light sleeper. The faint rustling of hay woke him, and he cracked his eye open to see that Evelyn had settled next to him. He shifted a bit, pretending to open up in his sleep.
He wanted to tempt her, and it was all part of the game he was playing.
Tempted or not, laying near him was as far as she'd go. Pride ran thickly through her veins. She'd rather half freeze than become more comfortable. Even still, she was at least thankful for a warmer bed, and was surprised to find herself soon falling into a deep sleep, where she unknowingly had moved closer to the warmth of his body.
And it was then that he struck. Once she'd moved closer in her sleep, he shifted ever so closer so he could encourage more of that subconscious movement, putting an arm around her but not touching. The way he was resting, his back was against the hay, horse half resting on its side.
Unconsciously coaxed, Evelyn soon found herself nestling in good and close to,his body, shivering lightly as her cool skin felt the heat of his.
Dehak smirked, bringing her in just a bit closer as he gently turned his human half onto its side, so her back would be against his chest and he could put his arm over her abdomen. He was still playing his games, still confident that he could make this demure essyrni into something else entirely. Past that, he actually cared rather little for her.
The extra warmth was enough to rouse her. Grumbling, she opened her eyes, not quite sure what to make of her situation. But when reality settled in, she found herself cringing and silently studying if the centaur were asleep. Confident he must be, she slowly, cautiously, trying to slip away from his side.
The challenge would lie in getting out from under his arms, but Dehak proved to be a heavy sleeper (or at least, he was good at pretending he was a heavy sleeper), and he didn't stir when she moved away.
His arm was heavy, and after a few feebled attempts to even get his large arm to move, she gave up with a huff and just let herself lay back against him. Sure, he felt nice and safe, but now she was feeling a bit too warm to be comfortable. It didn't help that she was also agitated.
After a few minutes of Evelyn's restlessness, Dehak's eyes cracked open again, and he gave her a tired, but neutral look.
"Go to sleep," he muttered.
"If it's too hot, just open the tent a bit more."
If she did, he'd watch her. Hopefully, she'd be reasonable enough to not try to escape. It should have been obvious that trying to outrun him was pointless.