Come enter the world of Mythical Nights where all of your fantasies can come true. . .
Between her job as a night guard for a museum and her dance classes, Nora Thomas has little time for relationships. This self-imposed celibacy isn't a problem most of the time, but she does have her moments when she longs for the touch and feel of a hot-and-ready man.
When she is tempted to touch a Greek artifact , Nora is swept away into another time and place where she finds out just what she's been missing. After a day spent with the harem and a night with a centaur, Nora's life will never be the same.
A Centaur's Concubine is the third novella in the Mythical Nights series in which, thanks to the Greek god Dionysus, women travel across time and space to fulfill their desires of the flesh with the supernatural hard bodies of ancient mythology.
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A Centaur's Concubine
They were passed by a few people as they came closer to an
exit. It felt as if they were climbing up a slight incline in a near-dark, earthen
passage that smelled of smoke and unwashed bodies. The passageway slowly
enlarged, and they were soon in a larger chamber that was filled with crowds of
people. It looked like a bazaar of some kind, and there were merchants hawking
fabric, leather goods, and spices to name just a few.
Nora didn’t understand a single word that she heard in the
cacophony around her. She could tell, however, when people in the crowd jeered
at her--it was pretty clear how they felt about her when one robed man threw an
orange peel at her and called her some name. Other leering men fondles her ass
and breasts as she was tugged along. Her skin burned with shame, and she turned
her face down to avoid eye contact with the sea of people. She tried to cover
her breasts and pussy, but her captor only laughed and pulled her hands away
with a flick of the chain.
So many eyes were upon her. Although she felt exposed and
vulnerable, and very ashamed, just thinking of what her naked body was doing to
all of these people who gazed at her made her pussy wet. So wet, she could feel
her juices sliding down her thighs. But she could do nothing to stop it or to
stop all these men from staring at her and grabbing her firm ass and large,
round breasts. They pressed around her, and her captor let them. She could feel
their erections through their clothing as they rubbed against her. Her pussy
and ass felt so vulnerable that her exposed skin tingled. The crowd leered at
her and spoke harshly in their foreign tongues; some even slapped her ass until
it turned pink. She grew dizzy from trying to spin out of their grasp. But so
many men encircled her. All men.
She realized then that she hadn’t seen a single woman.
A few of the men lifted her off her feet until she was
suspended at their waist level. At that moment, the urge to be fucked overcame
her. She longed to be filled. And she didn’t care who did it. One man stood
between her legs, salivating over her naked pussy, massaging her wet folds. To
let him know what she wanted, she fought to free her arm and grabbed his hand,
pulling him closer. He looked at her with heavy-lidded, brown eyes, and she
nodded at him.
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