Off to the side stood an older centaur. “I’m sorry. XXX “Wait! Anchius came to a halt, though gently this time. Or worse still, step up his demands to take her in a more direct way. He entered through the flap, dragging a strange construction behind him. Anchius suddenly came to a stop, his hooves tear up grass. “No, just thinking,” Lillian replied. “You’ll have to walk the rest of the way,” he said. “You don’t understand. Centaurs are free to consort with whomever they want until they are joined in union.”
“I see,” Lillian said coldly. You’re physically smaller, to some degree it’ll have to be expected, come now, prepare to meet my people.” Anchius kicked up into a trot and Lillian had to jog to keep up with him, her cloak fluttering behind her. Read 67248 times |
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