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Yuki riding the Jabberwock

Yuki narrowed her eye at the scene below. Astride the mighty Jabberwock, she watched as the sun stone sent out another wave of heat, nearby trees bursting into flame. The mountain was covered in smoke and steam, and she had lost sight of the naga.

Their fight had been intense and evenly matched, but Yuki had summoned the beast to her with a mere thought. Constructed of magic and clay, the creature wasn’t technically alive, but it did have tremendous power of its own. At the arrival of the Jabberwock, the naga had thrown what Yuki had thought was a poorly aimed fireball. Dodging to the side, Yuki soon realized that the target had been a sun stone apparently dropped by the man she had sent down the mountain.

Beth and Asterion on a date

“Hmm. I like how the sun feels.” Asterion rubbed the top of his head where his hair was thin enough that she could see the dark skin beneath. She didn’t know much about his past, and often wondered if he had been born in a different labyrinth or even created in the current one. What was the life of a minotaur like? It was easy to imagine them as vicious creatures, but watching Asterion tilt his head, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sun’s warmth, she wondered if perhaps he was yet another victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She stepped in between Asterion’s thick arms and pulled them around her shoulders. “I like how you feel.” It wasn’t even meant as an endearment---the sun had warmed his fur to the point where he gave off heat like an electric blanket. Finding a pocket of warmth in the cold shadows of the cliff made her smile, and she turned around and pushed her hips back into his.

He said nothing, one hand settling on her hip bone and squeezing. He lowered his weapon and set it against the rocks behind them. While not much of a conversationalist, this was one message that he received loud and clear.

Closing her eyes, she reached over her shoulder and stroked the tight flesh along his jawline. It was covered in thin, coarse hair that made a bristling sound when she rubbed it. His free hand moved up to her breast and squeezed it from beneath. She covered his hand with hers and urged him to squeeze even harder.

I wonder if Mike would squeeze my breasts like this.

The stray thought made her eyes pop open. She looked down at the thick fingers toying with her breast from beneath. Thick veins stood out beneath Asterion’s skin, but his grip was gentle. She guided him, putting her hand on top of his, and moved his fingers up toward her nipples. He pinched them, sending a jolt of arousal straight down her spine and into her hips.

She closed her eyes once more.

“Yessss,” she hissed. His stiffening cock pushed into the crease of her ass, and she rolled her hips up and down, stroking him through the fabric. She reached back to push his loincloth aside, allowing his thick member to hang free, then pushed it up against his belly so she could pin it between them.

Zel turns back into a centaur

“Mike,” Zel whispered again, grabbing his arm hard enough that she pulled him off balance. The centaurs around them took a sudden step back, spears and arrows all leveled in their direction. He turned around and would have jumped back himself, if not for the fear of getting stabbed.

Zel’s lower body was emitting steam, her face twisting into agony as she started to grow. Bones snapped and skin stretched as her legs split apart then separated. Her skirt split down the back when she became too large for it, her horse body spilling out into the open. Loud gasps came from the centaurs, the clearing now filled with urgent murmuring. Zel let out a loud scream, a wave of heat blasting away from her body and ruffling his hair.

The centaurs were stunned to see one of their own suddenly appear in their midst and had backed away. He could see the confusion on their faces, followed by something else.

“Zelenia?” The chieftain spoke, his voice full of awe.

She looked to Mike, then immediately cast her eyes to the ground, one hoof pawing at the dirt. Zel tensed her jaw and looked back up, defiance in her eyes.

“Hello father.”