Chapter 2 - Bait and Switch

        Bradwarden breathed heavily, his chest expanding and contracting as he looked at the bloodshed around him. His large axe was coated and dripping blood, staining the pristine green grass around him. A small laugh escaped the Warrunner’s lips, turning to a loud boisterous roar. He began to clop around, looting the invaders of their coin, pocketing it for himself. The earth seemed to crumble and bow to the centaur, as he surveyed his handiwork. Images of his time as a gladiator flashed in his mind, a grin spreading on across his face, laughing, shaking his head.

        His ego grew with his thoughts, thinking of his previous victories: the blood, the feasts, the women. He growled thinking of all of the foes he had slain, of all the women he had taken, he grit his teeth. Despite the blood around him there was no such reward for him. He grumbled, beating his chest with his arm, shaking his head. He gnashed his teeth, shaking his head of such thoughts; worthless on the battlefield. There was only him and the battlefield.

        But that wasn’t true. Coming running from the front lines, was the red-head named Lyralei. “I came as fast as the wind could carry me!” She said, panting, her hands on her thighs, breathing heavily, looking around, “Heh, looks like you didn’t need me after all…” She said, scratching her head looking around. The Warrunner looked at her, a grin spreading across his face. The Windrunner pulled some of her hair out of her face. “What’s gotten into you?” She asked, sighing, sitting down on the side of the battlements, panting, and her bow to her side.

        Bradwarden looked down at the woman, his jaw wagging side to side, a grin spreading over his face. Lyralei simply stayed looking down at the ground. His eyes gazed down her shirt, staring at her petite breasts.

        “You know…there’s something about red-heads I just find absolutely…riveting,” the large beast, said, biting his lip as he felt a stirring in his loins. He put his hand along her hair, feeling it in his hand, groaning lowly as he smelt her sweet scent. He breathed heavily, pheromones drifting through the air from under him. “You know…I don’t usually find you two legged beings so…attractive…” He said, through pained moans, gritting his teeth, feeling his member begin to expand between his legs.

        She laughed nervously, not entirely sure what he meant, but did not like the tone he was beginning to take. She got up, slinging her bow around her shoulder and chest, the string resting between her bosom, stretching the cloth around her breasts. “I really should be going back to the frontlines…you too, honestly,” she said, nervously, attempting to change the subject.

        He grit his teeth and nodded, a cocky laugh escaping his jowls, as he pounded his chest, “Then to the battle we will go, accompany me, I could always use an archer by my side,” he said, grumbling, beginning to walk along the path. She bit her lip nervously, nodding, walking to the side of him.

        His thick hooves clopped along the soft grass as he stared down at the woman, sneering, giving a laugh. “You know, I’ve never seen an archer with teats before, and now they show up everywhere. I didn’t think you could flex a bow with those in the way,” he said, laughing heartily. She looked up at him, joining his laughter, not in actual jest or agreement, but because she was nervous. Usually Bradwarden was a celebratory creature, one of the arena, but he never seemed to talk…candidly. His thoughts only seemed to be concerned with battle and blood. She bit her lip, offended at his comments, but shook it off. Once this battle was over, they would have finished it for good.

        “Have I ever told you of the celebrations in the arena, Windrunner?”

        “Many times…” she said, rolling her eyes, walking along the path to his side and running ahead to check the woods every few feet.

        “No, I’ve told you of the battles…never the celebrations…” he said, a low grumble of a laugh escaping his lips.

        “I’m sorry but I feel like someone is around here…” she said, nervously, biting her lip. In actuality, she just wanted him to stop talking.

        “Let them come to bloody my axe. I fear no man,” he said, snorting proudly. They were interrupted by a cry and sounds of magic up ahead, somewhere straight ahead of them. “To the woods…” he said, lowly, grumbling, his hooves digging into the ground as he went off to the side. She followed suit, crouching on the ground next to the large centaur. He grit his teeth, looking along the tree line, waiting for any indication of what was to come.

        She bit her lip, taking her bow from her body, readying an arrow for combat.  The centaur gripped his axe in his hand, already prepared. A smile crept on his face as he saw who had come into view. He grit his teeth and chuckled lowly. “A worthy opponent indeed…” he said, grinning wide, his eyes furrowed, his grip on his axe tightened. It was Magnus, a large creature, part Rhino, part horse. He looked through the woods and seemed to continue on his way.

        Windrunner pulled back her bow, firing a shot, the wind picking up around her, guiding her arrows. The first dug into his shoulder, the second into his flank. Magnus screamed, lowering his head and beginning to run towards the ginger. Its eyes were red with anger and bloodlust, as its horn began to pulse. Bradwarden stood his ground, his mighty hooves dug into the ground, but Lyralei was quickly beginning to lose her footing, hurling towards the horn of the incoming Rhino.

        The Warrunner knew what to do, her grabbed her by the waist and threw her behind him, as he took his axe, grazing the blow. He took the horn to the shoulder, piercing his pauldrons. He screamed and looked down at the Magnus, as he withdrew his horn, thrusting forward with his polearm. Warrunner reacted quickly, his instincts sharpened in the arena. He blocked with his axe deflecting it to the side, grazing his side, his own axe cleaving into Magnus’ side. He withdrew, shaking, turning to flee.

        “Don’t you dare flee from me, Magnotaur!” he yelled. He roared and felt the warrior’s blood coursing through his veins as he ran forward, outpacing the other beast. He reared his front legs up, slamming them into the earth, the earth responding by trembling under his fury. Magnus tripped and fell onto his side, looking up to see an axe cratering down upon his head.

        Bradwarden dipped his legs into the cool river, letting the blood flow from his axe and hooves, his fur leaking blood as he began to hobble up the river, checking for any of Magnus’s allies. He went up a few yards, finding nothing, and returning to his own woods. He clopped slowly through the woods, proud of his battle. He sneered, grinning, before coming to where he was before. There he saw the redhead. She had sustained no injuries, but was resting, her head on her arm on the tree, her other arm on her stomach, breathing heavily, her eyes closed.

        The centaur snorted out his nose, looking over her body. She could pass for four legged… he thought to himself, looking over her. The scent of blood was heavy, and the blood part of his bloodlust had been sated. His mind thought of the orgies in the arena, the willing mares, and the beautiful women come to service him. He shuddered and closed his eyes, walking forward, slowly, his hooves trodding ever so slightly, so as to not make a noise.

        Lyralei panted against the tree, her eyes closed on her arm, her breasts hanging down, still small and petite. The centaur had saved me, she thought to herself, biting her lip. She was distracted; she couldn’t hear the hooves, only her thoughts and her deep rhythmic panting.  She didn’t like the fact that she had been saved by the brute. It left a rotten taste in her mouth, as she shook her head, pulling out a blue vial to sip from it, feeling its regenerative properties fill her system.

        The warrunner’s hand snatched the bottle from her, downing it quickly, stepping over her, his mighty legs on either side of her, pinning her to the tree. He wiped the liquid from his lips, a sneer spreading across his face. “Stay where you are…” he commanded, throwing the bottle aside, his hands on the tree.

        “W-Warrunner?” she asked, stuttering, nervous as she tried to get up. The heavy centaur resisted, pushing down on her, letting her feel his full weight, his fur along her back.

        “I’ve killed the beast. It is time for celebration,” he said, grinning, groaning, feeling his cock loosen from its sheath.

        She shivered, her mouth open, her body tensing. Her body shivered under the giant centaur. He dropped his axe to the side, grabbing a fistful of his hair,
pulling it up, sniffing it slowly, a loud groan escaping his lips. His hind legs humped forward, his shaft rubbing against her leggings, letting her feel his flared cockhead, pre-cum drizzling out upon her.

        She gasped, breathing in quickly, her eyes and mouth gasping open, as she shook her head, her other hand swinging around the tree, grasping it. “N-No!” she yelled, shaking her head. The rubbed his equine shaft along her, groaning, rubbing up and down. He pulled back, and returned his thrusts, this time between her thighs. She let out a moan, her body jutting forward against the tree, as he thrust.

        She blushed and shivered her eyes closed, as she panted. “That’s it, enjoy the ride…” Bradwarden said, through a moan, grunting. “Now take off the leggings, and let me get my reward…” He said, through grit teeth, his eyes closed, his hands against the tree to support himself.

        She shivered, feeling warmth spread across her cheeks. She panted, blushing, feeling his thick member between her legs. She shook her head, gasping for air. She felt delicate sex aching for release. It had been so long for her. She felt every ridge and vein thrust along her thighs and between her legs. She gasped, shivering, shaking her head, her eyes clenched closed.

        “I’d rather not have to hurt you…” he threatened, thrusting, pulling up forcing his throbbing cock along her crotch. He grinned, feeling her wet through her thin leggings. “I need this…you want it…pull them down…” he snarled, gritting his teeth. His cock throbbed, his veins pulsing as it began to expand, growing and growing between her legs.

        “I-I don’t want –“She was cut off by the sudden thrusting, going quicker and quicker along her thighs. A drizzle of precum burned her inner thigh, as she gasped, moaning out, biting her lower lip.

        “Lower them…” he demanded, his voice much more aggressive. She shook her head, her eyes open, as she panted, shaking her head, wincing. She gasped, shaking her head, biting her lip. He reared back, and thrusted back, pressing his flared cock against her ass, groaning. Her grit his teeth, precum beginning to pour into her tights, warm liquid sliding down her ass crack. She shivered, feeling it glide across her pussy lips. Her breath escaped her, her mouth hung open as she hung her head in shame.

        She lowered her head, her eyes closed, breathing. She felt the bark of the tree rub against her delicate skin. It was the last straw, she could no longer hold out on the brute. Her hand slid down her body slowly, brushing along the Centaur’s muscular trunks of leg. She shivered, feeling the beast’s fur, her mind racing, asking her what she was doing, but she couldn’t resist. She panted and gasped, before gripping the edge of her waistline. She pulled down her tight leather leggings, exposing her nethers to the beast. They glistened and dripped on the ground.

        “Please…” she begged, breathless, her legs grinding along the shaft, gasping as she felt the flat tip of the cock press against her bare sex. She gasped, her head thrown back, as she moaned in pleasure. This was the first time her thoughts had turned to whether it would fit, but it was too late.

        His cock twitched, almost prehensile, and found its groove, sliding into her. She screamed out in pain, feeling her pussy stretched out to a new extreme. She bit into her lower lip, hissing, shaking her head, her arm wrapping around the tree for support. The Centaur took the cries as pleasure to continue his assault.

        “W-Warrunner!” She screamed, trying to get through to the large beast, but it was to no avail. The cries were like spurs to his sides, as he continued to squeeze his large horse cock into her tight small pussy. She winced, tears streaming down her face, as she felt her body clench around the foreign intruder, her teeth gnashing, as she felt her pussy fit like a sleeve to the beast.  His laughs echoed through the woods, a mix of jubilation and pleasure, his thrusting pushing her entire body against the tree. She felt her breasts through her shirt rub against the rough bark, and winced at the pain.

        “Is that all you can fit?” Bradwarden taunted, thrusting in, pushing her against the tree further. His cock felt resistance, until he felt he could thrust no longer, only fitting half of his shaft.  With this he began to slide backwards. Windrunner clutched to the tree, her head buried in her arm. Great shame rushed through her mind, in denial that she had submitted to the beast. Her hips and spine shivered in relief as she felt the equine cock pull out, sighing in relief, only to be released a scream of pleasure and pain as it was thrust back into her. With this he began his systematic thrusting. It felt torturous, his roughly textured cock rubbing and stretching her smooth interior. She squirmed, her hips shaking, as she whimpered with each slow thrust, feeling it push in further and further with each cycle. She held onto the tree as if it were here last lifeline.

        “You are the Warrunner’s now…do you understand?” He asked, gritting his teeth, thrusting in and out with increased speed. She simply nodded, “Y-es…” she said between breaths, unable to resist the sensations within her. Over and over, she felt herself assaulted, before she felt her stomach stretch from the pounding. She cried out in lust, moaning, feeling her ruined pussy. She felt the man’s rough hands descend from above, sliding two fingers along her mouth. She didn’t resist, only opening, allowing entry. Her tongue weakly swirled around the prodding and probing fingers, each easily 5 inches in length. She squirmed, gasping around the fingers, losing control of herself.

        His hips and haunches began to pick up speed, until they had met full breeding speed. It had been long since his last load, and he had saved up much energy. He thrusted wildly, his large ballsack slapping against the back of her thighs, quickly leaving a red mark, with each thrust. The Windrunner’s hand around the tree began to slide down her body, as she squeezed her clothed breasts, gripping and groping herself. She reached into her shirt, pulling them out. She squeezed at her erect nipple, pulling and teasing, wincing and hissing around the fingers in her mouth, her own hips bucking back against the cock, ready for its load, her stomach pushing forward with each deep thrust. 

        Then she felt a throbbing. His thrusts stop as he rut himself into her. Her shook his head, clutching the tree infront of him, shaking his head. “S-Stay still…” he commanded. She shivered, feeling the throbbing growing, her mouth gaped open, panting loudly. She clenched around the cock, her pussy aching for more, as she moved her hips with his, thrusting it deeper into herself. She gasped and growled. She covered her eyes with her arm, her mouth open and inhaling faster and faster, her fingers working quickly on her breasts.

        The Warrunner’s hands gripped into the tree as he growled and then, released his aggression. He roared out, his cock throbbing. Lyralei felt a drizzle at first, a fiery hotness in her loins. She whimpered, curious, before she felt more and more. She screamed, feeling it fill her, pumping into her womb, overflowing around the cock, dripping out of her pussy and pooling on the ground. She screamed from the pressure, her head shaking, as she released as well, her leg shaking, as she collapsed. The Warrunner grunted as she fell off of his cock, feeling his load continuing to shoot over her. She held onto the tree, feeling the viscous fluid spread over her back and between her legs. She shivered at its warmth, moaning, her hand on her breasts between her legs, rubbing her now loose vagina, desperately fingering herself.

        Bradwarden continued to cum, drenching her in the semen. Every crevice of her body was sticky and white. He grunted, satisfied, and pulled off of her, looking down at her handiwork. He saw the Windrunner, on the ground, desperately fingering herself. She turned herself around on the tree, propping herself up, sitting on the ground, the fluid dripping off of her onto the grass. Her fingers worked quickly, her other hand kneading and groping her breast. He laughed, snorting.

        “Now you truly look like one of the arena sluts…” he taunted, feeling his cock begin to soften, still drizzling like a faulty faucet, trickling out, as he laughed. 