Chapter 1 - Part the First and Only

Centaurs and Stuff II: Stuff Harder
 
The girls stood in a ragged line along one side of the forest clearing that was also somehow a classroom. They were naked, their young bodies supple and exited in the dappled light of a full moon as they watched their friend Parvati being taken by the centaur divination teacher. The girls, Lavender among them, bit their lips or held themselves close, their exposed womanhoods quivering in unison. For most of them this was their first time in the club, some were regulars and they were far more exploratory than their fellows. Lavender herself had her wand in hand and was sending pulses of warm pressure up into her vagina, while her other hand played idly with one rapidly filling-out breast. They didn’t talk, except to exchange glances or gasps at what they saw.
 
The centaur, Firenze, had done away with the uncomfortable and rickety desk and had created a perfectly shaped log. It stood at the right hight and was well rounded, seeming to fit well into anyone’s contours, even when engorged by his equine member, and it was covered by a thick layer of soft, dry moss that was amazingly comfortable to lie on. Right now Parvati was lying on her back, her legs wrapped around the muscular flanks of the centaur who had at last pressed his entire length into her. The force of his pounding had lifted her rump from the log and it hung there, impaled by his penis, which visibly bulged through the soft flesh of her abdomen. She was rubbing vigorously over the bump which marked the flared head, moaning and yelping further encouragement to Firenze to cum inside her. He did, moments later. The bulge of the head expanded, still clasped in Parvati’s light brown fingers. It continued expanding in a series of long, pulsing movements, leaving it swollen like a heavy pregnancy, the outline of the enormous member long since lost to the mass of cum. Firenze bellowed in a thrilling roar that send shudders through the assembled girls and made Parvati flex her legs, trying to force more of the centaurs impossible length into her body, begging him to cum more.
 
It was a few long minutes before Firenze’s limpening penis slopped out of Parvati’s stretched and ssodden pussy. It was followed by a fountain of his cum which drenched the edge of the log and formed an expanding pool around the centaur’s legs. Firenze dismounted expertly, heaving his hooves well away from Parvati who flopped sideways to land with a soft splat on the mossy grass beside the log. Cum still leaked from her re-organising insides and she purred and gurgled in contentment and made no further attempt to move.
 
The centaur though, had only just begun his activities this full moon. He trotted sedately across the clearing towards the girls still waiting in the same ragged line, more than a few had overcome their shyness and were actively and shamelessly playing with themselves using wands or fingers. One pair of Slytherins were kissing each other.
 
Firenze surveyed them with deep hazel eyes and a warm yet hungry smile on his lips. His penis, while no longer raging was still dangling far from its sheath, almost touching the ground as it waved back and forth with his steps. Many of the girl’s eyes followed it or the titanic testicles behind it almost hypnotised as he walked along the line and back, and along the line again. He paused now and again to caress a new face, kiss a familiar one stooping and bending his forelegs, or running a hand through hair and over naked skin. He played his finger tips over several nipples his smile broadening at the sighs of pleasure they elicited.
 
Passing by the almost frantically masturbating Lavender for the third time he locked eyes with her and bent down so far that his long powerful arms could reach under her body and he slipped one of his huge fingers into her eager and waiting womanhood. His probing finger lifted her onto her toes and her body trembled, her hands free she put them both on her nipples, flitting fingertips back and forth over them adding to the intensity. She came within a minute, her young pussy tightening around both of the exploring fingers the centaur was stretching her with. Her fluids soaked his hand and Lavender let out a series of rapturous yelps before she relaxed and the centaur eased his fingers from her and let her slump down to sit with a glowing smile staring up at her mate. Firenze smiled back, licked his fingers lazily and continued down the line.
 
The next time he stopped it was in front of a petite Ravenclaw with black hair, Cho Chang. She was only vaguely running her hands over her naked body, and the blush in her cheeks was hot. She gazed up with wide eyes at the centaur. She was a first-timer in the group, brought along by her friends. She had been nervous, unsure about taking a penis as big as the one described by the others. Now that she had seen it, she was still nervous, but only because her body was aching to have that penis as far inside her as it could possibly go. She had been quietly nearing orgasm all through Parvati’s introduction, the heat in her loins matching her cheeks perfectly. As Firenze stood before her looking down with a smile, still licking Lavender’s orgasm from his broad fingers, she felt tickles of moisture run down her own thighs. Her pussy quivered and seemed to grasp in blind need to be filled. Even as he reached out a hand to lead her from the line her body stepped her forward. She almost raced the centaur to the log, not caring if she looked too eager to the other more experienced girls. Parvati had edged away to lean contentedly against the far end of the log, her swollen belly returning to normal size glob by seeping glob.
 
Meanwhile Cho, remembering she had a wand in her hand for a reason did what she suddenly realised the centaur was waiting for her to do. She had been hypnotised again by the penis, waiting limply for her to present a target. Almost apologising in her breathlessness she turned and laid herself out on the log, first taking care to work the wand tip well up inside herself to cast the spell that turned her insides to unbreakable rubber.
 
Arching her back, she grasped a handfull of moss in each hand and waited. The first thing was the rush of air as the huge centaur reared up with precise aim. The hooves hit the log ahead of her white knuckled hands, she waited. Something wet and hot brushed against her buttocks, and the gasps of the girls still in line told her the centaur’s penis had, just as before, sprung back into fully erect as the magical creature extended its internal bone. Next she felt she solid yet spongy mass of the flaring head probing against her rump. She could hear Firenze’s hooves thudding on the mossy floor seeking the correct position. The head connected with her again, this time squarely against her dripping, eager vagina, without thinking she pressed herself back against it. The pressure made Firenze buck expectedly, not getting in her put making her loose hold on the moss, instead she grasped the ancles of the centaur’s might hooves, and driven by the maddening tickling pleasure that the last thrust had caused to leap from her womanhood and fill her body to the brim, Cho Chang pushed herself back again, with arched back to meet the onrushing horse cock.
 
It hit home, lancing between her lips and stretching her wildly, the first half of its length driving in before his hips bucked again, driving another fraction of it home. Cho screamed in pleasure as her body expanded to accommodate the huge thing. One hand left Firenze’s ankle for a moment to hold the bulging head, but went back again to clinging when the next thrust came.
 
Firenze gathered speed fast, the pussy he was now lodged in was hot and tight. The feeling of her body giving way to his thrusts made his testicles twitch and drove him on to hump hump and hump again. Each time forcing another section of his veined, throbbing, still expanding penis.
 
For all the force of his hind legs, it took another six thrusts to get all of his enormous member inside the petite Asian girl. Cho, for her part lost count after the third or forth, her conscious overwhelmed by the sensations of her vigina magically stretching past her stomach. Firenze felt the ridges that were the girls ribs rubbing up and down over his engorged head when at last his testicles bounced of Chos wildly splayed thighs. Cho gigled in the moments silence as Firenze corrected his position, then she resumed her high pitched screaming in time with the renewed pounding that now covered the whole length of her body. On the outward movement the bulging head tracked down as far as her belly button, before firing back into her depths, coming to rest under her ribcage between her pert breasts. Firenze half wild with lust already powered back and forth with manic speed, stealing glances over at the rest of the waiting girls, all eager to have him fill them up over and over.
 
That thought pushed him over the edge and his arms flexed and he let out another roar of pleasure as along the whole length of his massive member a shudder passed. Cho felt it, in her orgasmic haze and vaguely knew what it meant, her body tightened in anticipation. The pules of cum emptied in great heaving surges almost directly underneath her collar bone. Her body filled rapidly, her belly expanding as each fresh surge which passed along the centaurs member and erupted inside her insanely stretched vagina.
 
Her belly was fuller than Parvati’s, it lifted her legs from the ground so they waved jerkily in time with each new pulse of cum. Firenze’s fists were clenched, and he regretted not having something to cling on to as he continued to fill the girl pinned beneath his bulk. When at last he withdrew the bone and his penis slackened, starting to shrink, Cho’s feet were inches from the ground, her position barely steadied by her numb grip on his ankles. When the head was all that remained in her, and his penis was a long limp dark brown snake streching from his groin to hers, he tried to dismount, eager to make the alterations to the log he desired. Cho’s petite body, bloated with cum and still connected to him via the head which was still too large to simply slip from her gripping still eager lips, went with him. She rolled over and fell from the log, gravity doing what the centaur’s movements had not. The head plopped from her body giving the gasp she made as she hit the ground a shade of pleasure to its tone. She lay there, feeling the waves of cum seeping from her lips. The centaur bent down, to ask if he was alright. She nodded a vague yes and let him half carry half drag her down the length of the log to rest next to Parvati.
 
Then he straighened up, his arms raising slowly out in a gesture all the girls, except Parvati and Cho still too lost in post coital bliss, recognised as the way centaurs performed magic. This time it was to cause two sturdy branches to sprout from around about the mid point of the log. They grew rapidly, straining upwards and thickening. They came to rest as two small trees, leafless and with few branches, but sturdy enough for the massive centaur to grab a hold of in the throes of his passion.
 
The remaining girls, all quite devoid of shyness now exchanged grins and giggles, then worked their fingers harder in their own pussies wondering what these now grapples would do to the centaurs already powerful thrusts.
 
The centaur’s magic done, he returned his attention to his harem. He had never imagined he would have another after being run out of the forest. And while this was very different to what he was used to, there were only three in his previous harem for one thing, it was no less enjoyable and had in fact made life in the case rather more than bearable. He smiled down at the young witches before him, each eager face shining up at him, fairly begging him to choose them next. His smile widened.
 
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A Hufflepuff girl went next, Susan Bones. She took her place on the log and Firenze reared up, grabbing the waiting limbs of the twin trees with each hand. He hauled on them and bucked his hips forward ramming the entire length of his penis into Susan in a single movement. Girls squealed with glee as it slipped rapidly up between her buttocks, lifting her rear endfrom the ground with the heaving force. She grabbed for the centaurs ankles, clinging on with surprising strength, her whole body lifted from the log and her legs, like Cho’s earlier waving gently with her heaving gasps escaping from a mouth pressed down against the warm dry moss.
 
At once Firenze began thrusting, each one powered on by his wrenching grip on the two trees, driving his whole body forward on powerful bulging arms in time with the pounding of his hips. Susan squealed and the watching girls saw her toes curl and re-curl, her eyes rolling up into her head, her tongue lolling limply as she rocked back and for wildly with the feral thrusting of the sweating grunting centaur above her.
 
Moments later, her belly puffed up like Cho’s and Parvati’s Susan slid from the centaurs slackening cock. Her landing on the log caused a blurt of cum to exit her stretched by magically elasticated insides. She managed to get shakily to her feet, and even walked two paces before her legs gave out under her. Firenze moved in a blur to catch her and lower her gently to the ground, leaning against one of the trees. She rolled her head to look at Cho, like her this had been her first time. And Cho’s expression said it all.
 
Firenze was already back to pacing the line of quivering girls. Nine remained, including Lavender, still sitting restfully on the mossy floor, idly playing with her clitoris, but not showing any of the immediate hunger of the others. He paced up and down, stopping to paw the ground alluringly. He slid his bone out, enjoying the coos and sighs of awe in the girls faces as they tracked the swinging head with their eyes. He walked slowly, lingeringly, and after a few teasing pauses, he even too care to make the flaring head slap slightly against the arm of one of them, making her squeal and spring with delight, he came to a halt before the two Slytherin girls. They were sisters, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass. One locked eyes with him, despite her gaze lingering on his waving member before moving over his body to his face. Her friend looked up, but kept licking over and around her friend’s nipple. When Firenze reached out his hand, they both reached for it.
 
Leading them both by one huge hand back to the log, he stood almost patiently waiting for them to get comfortable, he only pawed the ground a little, the second one climbed on.
 
Daphne had lain on her back, like Parvati, spreading her legs wide. Then Astoria eased her wand into the exposed pussy and performed the spell. Doing it again on herself, she joined her sister, lying atop her so their twin pussies were lined up perfectly for the eager centaur to enjoy. They kissed deeply, each playing with the other’s breasts, their hips writhing together in anticipation.
 
Again Firenze reared up, this time with even more caution than usual because of the extra girl that had to sit safely beneath his heaving flanks. His aim was true and his hooves hit home above the two sister’s heads, Daphne, under the weight now of the centaur and her writhing sister took hold of the centaur’s ankles with both hands and straining with her feet to gain some purchase on the centaur’s sides to pull her or her sister up and onto his thrusting penis. It found Daphne first, squeezing into her and making her moan through her sister’s kisses. Firenze thrust ponderously wedging her open, his cock pinned inside her pussy and between the two sisters.
 
It didn’t take long for him to cum, filling Daphne and causing waves of cum to spray out from around the straining pulsing base of his cock as there was not the usual room for abdominal expansion. When he withdrew his penis returned to hardness instantly as he lined up to take Astoria. She grabbed his ankles above the now gently gribbing hands of her sister as once again Firenze achieved full penetration on the first thrust. Astoira’s eyes crossed and her tongue rolled out to be kissed and licked at by her post-orgasmic sister.
 
Once again waves of cum splattered out of the confines of the young witch’s pussy. Once again however when the centaur’s cock was withdrawn it returned without pause to hardness. This time though it slithered with well lathered ease up the narrow gap between the sisters. The still flaring head came to rest between their breasts, which they pressed against it with delight as he rammed it up and down between their bodies, covering them head to foot in sticky fluids.
 
To the watching girls it was almost too much. For one it was and her fingers blurred and she sank to her knees shuddering and yelping, her eyes never leaving the centaurs wildly bouncing balls as they unloaded more cum onto the eager sisters. It founded out from between their breasts, coating Daphne, who was underneath, and even getting far enough to drip onto Parvati’s gently dozing head.
 
The centaur dismounted again, his cock not softening even for a moment, just sliding out form between the writhing girls, both lost in their own orgasms, Astoria frantically lapping the cum from her sisters open mouth.
 
Firenze left them to it, returning to the feverish girls still waiting patiently for him. His cock was now glistening along its entire length, slick with his cum and the fluids released by the five girls he had already mated with. It dripped and drooled those and more fluids still seeping from the flared head as he paced up and down savouring the look of longing on the seven remaining faces. Seeing the performance of the sisters had further emboldened them, banishing all reserve and bringing up secret, half-repressed desires from quite moments when their fantasies showed them strange things in the night. One had conjured a spectral copy of Firenze’s penis, though much smaller, and was using her wand to slide it up and down between her breasts. Another had knelt on her wand, gripping it in her feet and silently sending spurts of magic cum up herself, desperate to have the centaur empty himself inside her. It was Ginny Weasly, and stooping low Firenze pulled her to her feet, which was when the watching girls saw the wand was buried two thirds of its length up her ass.
 
When she took the now soaking and sticky log she kept one hand loose, so that as Firenze reared up to mount her she could grasp with one hand at least, enough to direct it anyway, the flaring head of his massive cock. She pushed it over herself as the centaur bucked, but despite the force she held him at bay until he was lined up with her already thoroughly lubricated and eagerly twitching ass.
 
It took several thrusts for the flat bulging cock to force its way into the redheads tight little ass, but in it went. Ginny moving both her hands to spread her cheeks wide and make it easer. When it went in it sank half its length in a single movement. Ginny’s hands let go of her ass and grabbed at the moss of the log, trying to stop herself being rammed forwards by the following thrusts. Which came a heartbeat later.
 
Firenze piled on driven wild by the gripping tightness of Ginny’s ass. She had been pushed forwards, her knees on the edge of the log when she finally ground to a halt by bracing her arms against his hooves. Her ass was turned upwards and gave the centaur a clear line to bury his remaining length inside her. She felt his head lodged in her throat as his testicles bounced off her spasming pussy. When he came the pulse that passed down his length lifted her tiny body wholly off the log, holding her up on its own as blasts of cum eruped from her mouth. She didn’t bulge like the others, impaled as she was there was only one place for the cum to go and it showered down on the resting heads of Parvati, Cho, Susan and the Sytherin sisters, all of whom had congregated at the far end of the log, where they could rest but still enjoy the shuddering heaves of the log under the strain of the bucking centaur.
 
Ginny’s eyes were half closed as the waves of hot cum poured over her tongue, sometimes firing clean out of her mouth on long ropey strings. This time the Centaur didn’t go soft before dismounting. He reared up, making Ginny slide a few blissful inches further along his still raging cock. With a strangled gag the bulging flaring head emerged into the back of her mouth, lodging there and holding her fast as the Centaur’s front feet landed on the soft earth.
 
She hung there as she stood waiting. The pressure of the thing in her throat pulling against gravity. Her feet danced just a hands breadth from the ground, her hands were wrapped around her neck, feeling the hard head below her flesh flare in response. Firenze went back to pacing, the redhead still pinned to his penis, even as it waved from side to side as his legs moved.
 
When he paused to reach down to cup the waiting breast of one of the six remaining girls, Ginny found she could just reach the ground below with her arms, she did so, trying to steady herself and then gradually lower herself to the ground. Her movement roused the centaur and he bucked his hips, almost withdrawing the head before ramming it in deeper, using Ginny’s own braced arms as leverage. He bucked again, though more gently, not wanting to shake himself free, dragging the head of his raging cock up and down at the back of her throat. When he came again Ginny felt the pulses travel clean through her body and it sprayed from her mouth, catching the six remaining girls who had crowded around, as if waiting for this very thing. Blast after blast showered them, and they lent forwards under Firenze’s legs holding their petite breasts up and with mouths wide to catch as much of the hot sticky fluid as possible.
 
This time he did go limp and the head at last slipped back down Ginny’s throat. She gasped air, still enjoying the half-strangled orgasm she’d had when the centaur came *through* her. The penis tracked rapidly through her elasticated body and she dropped to the floor on all fours. Still gasping she crawled over to her similarly well fucked friends and slumped against the log as they were.
 
Firenze watched his cum splatter on the last six members of his harem and wondered which he’d mate with next, and how they might want it. Their eyes seemed sly in a way they hadn’t been before Ginny. One even stepped forwards, it was Lavender Brown.
 
She stepped to the centaur’s flanks and sank to her knees, even as Ginny slumped to her side between Cho and Parvati. She ran one hand up and down the already re-hardened cock, while seeming to kiss the tip of her wand. Letting go of the centaur she walked to the log and lay on her back, the other way around. She extended her neck back, opening up her enchanted throat and waited for the centaur.
 
This was new to Firenze, new but not unwelcome. He had learned these young witches knew very well what their bodies could take and if she thought she could then he would trust her. He lined up and reared, planting his forelegs behind her rump. Lavender wrapped her feet around his ankles, rubbing them exitedly. She was watghing his member, it and the testicles behind it filled her vision as the centaur began to jab in the direction of her mouth. She opened wide and with both hands guided the straining thing to her lips. A fresh thrust drove it home. Her teeth and jaws stretch out of the way of the enormous invader with passed her throat and down into her body in one bulging movement. Lavender gagged, but the tightening in her throat just made the centaur press harder. Her hands found her throat, expanded out of shape and size to accommodate the massive thing. Like Cho and Ginny before her she felt the head rubbing up and down against her ribs, causing grunts of pleasure as Firenze hauled on the trees.
 
Like Cho but unlike Ginny, Lavender did balloon outwards when Firenze once again came to orgasm. He was almost buried to his full length in her throat, his testicles occasionally slapping against her forehead. Lavender’s enchanted stomach swelled rapidly with the waves of cum, so much that a few splashes escaped around the straining girth in her throat to leak out around her lips and nose. Firenze continued pumping, pressing is cum spewing cock as far into Lavender as possible, her jaw bent out of all proportion by the enormous base of it. The centaur only subsided when the first spurts of pressurised cum appeared at the girl’s ass. It spattered over her cheeks and between her now limply twitching legs. When the limp thing flopped out from her elasticated lips Lavender coughed, gasped a lungful of air, then vomited a wave of cum. It waterfalled in a white shower over her face and hair to add to the ever growing pile at the base of the log. As Firenze dismounted he caught her leg, which was enough to topple her from the round, cum slickened, moss covered log. She landed face down, causing an extra large splatter to escape her throat along side the continued heaving deluge of her emptying insides.
 
Firenze didn’t care. He was completely blind with lust. This was like the old days, before there were lady centaurs, when the tribes raided human villages for their harems and for their foals. When the first lady centaur had appeared and where she had come from was either lost to history or never known in the first place. Centaur legend had it that she was a witch who transfigured herself. And, if Firenze had had any sense left in his pounding head, and could have looked at the panting, dripping, ecstatic witches before him, visibly yearning for his savage onslaught, he may have given some more credence to that theory.
 
As it was all he saw was females. Mates. And all he felt was the pounding of his member as it strained for yet more release. He grabbed the nearest girl and in a flurry of flexing arms and thudding of hooves threw her bodily across the narrow rounded side of the log. He reared over her, already primed and jabbing at her exposed rum as he lay, ass up over the mossy, cum covered log. Fortunately it was Hannah Abbot, the one who had been rubbing the magical hose cock over her breasts before he’d had Ginny’s ass. In the time since she had already cast the Infragilio spell and had been using the magical cock to prepare her ass for Firenze to use.
 
The wand had dropped from her hand when the maddened centaur grabbed her and tossed her onto the log to wait, ass up and ready for him. The phantom of the magic cock was still there, holding her ass open enough with its force that when Firenze reared over the log and brought his cock down ready to take her it found it first. The last echo of the spell escaped Hannah’s lips, forced clear through her body as for the third time Firenze sank his entire length and girth into the eager waiting body of a young witch. Like Ginny before her the thing lanced almost clean through her, coming to rest at the base of her neck. When the centaur started his mad pounding it drove the thing down through her straining throat and into the back of her slack jawed mouth. The withdraw lifted the girl slightly from the log before the flaring head came loose and slid back down her throat again.
 
This continued, forcing choked gurgles from the girl and moans and sighs from the other seeing and feeling the force of the centaurs lust. Hannah felt his orgasm in the pulsing testicles hitting her sodden pussy. She clasped a hand over her mouth as the first pulse passed through her body as again the hose cock’s head emerged at the back of her mouth. The held in the first blast, she held in the second, her cheeks bulging, but when the third came is sprayed out between her clasped fingers and tight lips, it oozed out of her nostrils and even her ears as the forth fifth and sixth blasts emptied themselves directly into her mouth, from the inside.
 
When he was finished, a wide smear of cum fanning from Hannah’s now slack mouth, he didn’t go limp, he didn’t even dismount. He just backed up, dragging his raging member back through the girls twitiching body, when he stepped back over the log the head of his raging member stuck around her strained and swollen ass and pulled her over. She rolled, dislodging herself from the head with a plop of escaping semen. She lay prone on her back, coughing up cum and breathing raggedly.
 
The centaur had already forgotten. His penis was still raging, there were still females to mate with. He towered over the four remaining young witches, sweat glistened on his body, it dripped down his human form and matted his fur. His long hair was matted and damp with as was his beard. His eyes were wild and staring, his nostrils flared towards the nearest girl, Padma, Parvati’s twin sister. He stepped towards her and in two steps was alongside, with both hands he lifted her from her feet, carrying her underarm he deposited her on the log, where she quickly writhed around onto her front, careful not to step on Lavender who was breathing but hadn’t moved. She had barely time to cast the spell before the centaur was lodged in her waiting pussy. Her belly bulged outwards as Firenze reached total penetration on the second thrust.
 
The cum came rapidly, but the thrusting didn’t stop. He pounded away in Padma, waves of cum fountaining out of her every time he pushed back in deeper than before. Once more when he was done he simply backstepped, carrying the impaled girl with him for half a step before she slid off his ever rigid member to land and roll, coming to rest on the other side of the log from Lavender.
 
Turning back to the final three he saw through blurred vision that they had taken the initiative. Each had summoned invisible ropes which held them off the ground each at the right height for his use. At least that’s what he would have assumed on seeing the girls suspended thus, their pussies, asses, and mouths held ready with no visible means of support. Instead all he thought, all he saw, was females and holes.
 
He continued until the girls at last lost concious. Each time he took one the spells holding the others in their inviting positions would enrage him again and it was not until the repeated poundings of their every hole that they passed out, the spells flickering and fading, leaving them hanging from the cum spewing cock. At last all three of them lay in a disjointed pile of gasping bodies in a vast pool of steaming cum.
 
For a moment Firenze was still lost to the lust, he turned this way and that seeking rabidly for more. He rounded on the prone and dozing girls clustered around the log and was about to reach down and grab the nearest one when a hand caught his wrist. He looked round and for an instant only saw a female, a standing naked female, with cum leaking from between her legs. His cum. Then he recognised her, her scent. She was his Parvati and she was smiling at him.
 
The darkness seemed to lift and in Firenze’s eyes the scene was once more lit by gentle moonlight, now setting behind the trees, and his penis had already returned rather sore to its sheath next to his testicles, which were also sore. Parvati hugged his human midriff and he put his arms around her, gentle and restful even though they still dripped with perspiration.
 
For a moment the hugged, before the centaur’s legs, more exhausted than almost any other part of him and no longer energized by the burning pulsing desire to mount something, finally gave up. Parvati stepped back in surprise as he folded up and rolled over, coming to rest more or less directly between the three conciousness girls and the other eight clustered around the log. Parvati came to lie beside him. He held her close and she him.
 
“Happy Solstice” she breathed.