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Troll-y Yours BBW Erotic Curvy Fantasy Romance (The Centaurs)

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by Fredricks, Sheri


  He slammed his cock into her and felt her body’s answered response. Pan’s flute! He loved it so much, he did it again…and was rewarded with the arching of her back.

  Eyes fixed on Ella’s beautiful face, he crashed home one more time. He drove himself deep and held still.

  The slick walls that surrounded him clamped down, embracing his pal Meat Wrench in the most intimate way. Every muscle in his body grew taut. Waiting—waiting...for the small pulses he knew would squeeze him from deep inside of her womb.

  When her silky chamber gripped the tip of his cock, he shed his Centaur self-control and delved into the sensations of his wife.

  Finally, my life has its luster once again. And all it took was one brassy Troll.

  His wife.

  Now, it was a glorious ride for him as he moved…Up down, up down…In out, in out.

  The gods had gotten it right. Mythic life in the Boronda Forest couldn’t get any better than this.

  I am Kempor Aleksander. And I married the woman I love.

  Epilogue

  Templar Khristos quietly shut the stallroom door of the Centaur couple who mourned the loss of their son. Twenty minutes after he’d arrived and given last rites, the soldier, who hadn’t seen his first full enlisted season, died from his wounds inflicted in battle.

  Damn those rebel souls to mythic hell.

  This made it a third death today, the first being an elderly male whose time had come, the other a stillborn foal. His duties as priest to the people were stretched to the limit.

  Glancing at his watch, not in the least hungry for the evening meal, Khristos lifted his hooves and plodded his way to the sanctuary office. Unless it was an emergency, or Savella herself, he wouldn’t be bothered there.

  The merchants’ mall hummed with activity. Free enterprise thrived. Not one to socialize with other species, he skipped the “scenic route” and opted for the dim passageway open only to Centaurs of his station, near the obnoxious atrium fountain.

  “Templar Khristos!”

  He’d half a mind to ignore the anxious caller and disappear behind the rock door. Public image in mind, he turned and waited for Bastian.

  Short of breath, the guard trotted up. “How do I reach Kempor Aleksander? It’s imperative I speak with him.”

  “The male is on his honeymoon. I would not recommend you seek him out.”

  “The information can’t wait. I need to inform him now.”

  Khristos sighed. Everything and everyone seemed in such a hurry these days. Fighting and fucking, that’s all the males thought about. “What’s the message and I’ll see he gets it.”

  Bastian licked his lips. His tail swished and his foreleg pawed the soil. “Two prisoners have escaped.”

  “And that’s it? You want me to interrupt Aleksander’s matrimonial bliss for…that?” Khristos turned back to the door and opened it wider. He wanted to lift his hind hoof and kick the agitated guard to the side. “Tell Petros. He’ll take care of it.”

  “Petros sent me to find Aleksander.”

  Templar Khristos felt a warning chill tiptoe across the width of his back. His skin twitched in response. “Which prisoners, Bastian?”

  “Pennelope…and the human, sir.”

  His stomach twisted like an old rag before he turned and faced the soldier again. “I’ll get word to Alek immediately.”

  Khristos moved into the passage opening, and Bastian politely closed the door behind him with a thud.

  Gamóto, his day just got worse.

  Sheri Fredricks

  Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom for her readers.

  A former engineering secretary, Sheri lives on the beautiful central coast of California. “I wanted to move away from inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries.”

  A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories and characters of her own. “Ultimately,” she says, “my husband encouraged me to write them all down.”

  Sheri loves to spend time at home. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch does call her outside to play in the sun.

  Find Sheri at:

  http://www.sherifredricks.com

  Amazon Author Page

  Look for BOOK ONE to this SERIES

  Remedy Maker

 

 

 


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