by Renee Field
While their technological advances included the new skater-cruisers, which carried up to two people and hovered above the ground moving from colony to colony, Rowena thought they had yet to make the most important scientific discovery. Stopping the Maida curse was paramount.
After the war, women created the four colonies for the production of food and the advancement of scientific discoveries. Women lived within the colonies with large extended female families. All male children were raised in orphanages.
Each colony consisted of one large four-story round central building, which housed key scientists who oversaw specific technology geared to that colony. The First Colony catered to automation. The new aqua-fired terminals that kept all the colonies linked to each other were paramount to their future success.
The Second Colony was an art and manufacturing base and oversaw new fashion designs, including the new ultra-light fire-resistant lab coat Rowena usually wore. Their mandate combined art with purpose. Rowena highly doubted they had anything to do with the sheer ceremonial gown she had been forced to wear. Then again, if the purpose is to leave as little to the imagination as possible, then I guess they succeeded.
The Third Colony housed all the intellectuals who spent most of their time working on new legislation that was supposed to streamline thought-provoking literature. As if?
The Fourth Colony was the nuts and bolts of Maida. Most of the male laborers lived there. Only a handful were assigned to the other three colonies on a need basis. This colony oversaw all food production and the assembly of food supplies to the other three colonies.
Rowena sighed. While all the horrible scars of the war had been plowed under to be replaced with neat, tidy structures and pathways lined with manicured lawns, there was one scar that still hadn’t healed.
Rowena was one of many Maida scientists across her world who worked long hours to find a cure for the sterility that still haunted her race. While none of the results showed promise, they, like she, would not give up.
She shivered with a strange longing as the man approached her. She knew her aunts would tell her it was Maida’s destiny and her future that were at stake.
It’s him or me. Both choices suck. She sensed his hesitation as he neared her body. She didn’t need to turn. She knew he stood within arm’s reach of her. For once in her life, she didn’t know what to do. Give in to the need, the craving and her desires and all for what. Loud and clear in her mind was that dreaded word she had grown up hearing over and over again—procreation.
Blast the lot of them. She wiped away the tears that had traveled unchecked down her cheek. Being a fertile woman sucks, big time. She hated the cascade of emotions running through her body as much as she hated the man who stood a foot behind her.
Tulon knew he was drooling. Who wouldn’t? The filly was in reach and in heat. While he sensed a part of her was eager, another stronger part was terrified. That emotion was loud and clear as she tried her best to avoid looking at him. She had moved to the farthest corner of the room. She was a blasted innocent. He cringed with that knowledge. It wasn’t what his body wanted. It wasn’t what his cock ached for.
He didn’t want to be gentle, kind and loving at the moment. He ached to ram his shaft deep within her creamy cunt. He wanted to pound his cock into her tight entrance to satisfy his insatiable hunger. His stones were swollen with need and his blasted cock throbbed, seeking release. He was tempted to take matters into his own hands, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. Especially after scenting the filly’s musky need.
These Maida people are strange. His kind would never resort to such an uncivilized practice. Mating was a dance. It had its own rhythm, its own season, its own time. Plus there was the chase.
He fondly recalled the first time he had undertaken the perilous wild run through his lands to catch the eye of a mare in heat. It had been exhilarating. And the reward was sweet. So deliciously rich that recalling it now only caused his shaft to thicken more.
Sweat formed on his brow as his body anticipated what was to come. Tulon took a calming breath. The last thing he wanted to do was act like a youngling—so eager he spilled his seed before claiming the prize.
Tulon cursed silently. He sensed it was this filly’s time and her need was great. While he didn’t relish the job he had been picked for, his cock certainly had his attention. His stones ached with heavy need. The minute she had walked into the room, he knew he was doomed.
Who would have thought that Maida clothing could be made to look sexy? Heck, for the past two years he had only seen the females wearing khaki uniforms. This was an entirely new sight for his tired eyes. Long legs, thank the Saints. He had always liked a filly who could run. Small feet, a firm solid ass narrowed to a tiny waist, but her breasts, now those were something his hands would enjoy.
He knew she was shy as she tried without success to wrap herself tighter in the sheer material. He also knew she was avoiding looking at him. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, but he wasn’t cold. His body had been bathed again and oiled. He had recognized the scent of the oil as it had been lathered all over, and he meant all over, his body.
The oil originated from the tempra plant, known to his kind for its aphrodisiac qualities. It surprised him that these people would harvest such a plant. He had thought the exotic plant only grew on his lands. From what he had come to know of the Maida they would never venture into the Dark Forest.
He knew the scent of the oil was permeating his cells. The plant heightened one’s sexual awareness. Like I need that now. He could have laughed at that, but knew better. This was not the time for laughter. This was the time for him to take control.
Like any good stallion, he knew this mare needed to be herded to her own body’s desires and that challenged him. He knew exactly what she needed, even if she didn’t. So he moved forward. He let her sense him behind her. Still she didn’t move. Well, so be it.
With courage and lust that would have made any Centaur proud, he strode forward, wrapped his arms around her and with no preamble placed a hand on her front mound. He had staked his claim. Made his move and now he waited. After the shock of his brazen act had settled into her body, he leaned into her, letting her get a good feel of his rock-hard shaft that rubbed against her backside with need. Then he spread his fingers wider so they could rub her thatch of pubic hair through the sheer dress. She moaned deeply. The sound fired itself from his toes to his cock.
“Get away from me,” she said, attempting to buck him away.
He smiled. This he could deal with. Heck, her firm ass up tight against him made his cock pulse with hunger.
Towering over her, he pushed her forward, forcing her to brace her body with her arms on the wall.
Again she bucked away, unaware what the movement did to him. He could have grinned more but passion blazed behind his eyes as he forced himself to the task at hand. Why she fought him remained a mystery to him. Heck, she picked me. What, is she having cold feet or something?
“Woman, you picked me. I’m just doing what I was assigned to do. And trust me, I do it well.” He drawled on the last part, letting her envision the double meaning of that statement.
“Get away from me!” she snapped, trying to wriggle out from his tight hold.
With one hand holding her mound fast, he gently moved his other hand to let his fingers slip inside her dress—letting her know what he was capable of. “I don’t think so,” he replied, as a finger dipped down the crease of her swollen cleft while his breath teased the curls that were now in disarray around her ear.
“Brute! You don’t understand. If I do this, then you die.” She turned to face him.
Tulon laughed. That’s a good one. Trust a Maida woman to come up with that weird logic. He laughed even louder.
He let her push him aside, giving her the space she needed. Bright blue eyes that reminded him of a cloudless day glared at him in fury.
“You don’t understand,” she said, wearily.
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sp; Now this Tulon liked. His shaft bobbing close to her belly. He took his rigid cock in his hand and rubbed the glistening tip of it over her silky smooth stomach. She stilled.
He watched her tilt her head up to look at him.
“Okay, let me explain this.”
Tulon knew passion when he saw it. Her eyes glistened with it. He could smell her wet, creamy desire for sex opening her throbbing pussy more. Even while she was willing him to listen to her, her hand had unconsciously moved to touch his chest. He knew she was completely unaware of her actions. But he wasn’t.
His cock bucked in reply. Through the sheer fabric, he saw her pebbled nipples. With his teeth, he bent down and unclasped the two tiny buttons. Then he licked first one and then the other nipple. Thankfully she stopped talking.
Rowena was in a living nightmare. Her body was on fire with a need that was practically burning her alive. Her senses were chaotic, spiraling out of control. The mating fever was racing through her system and she could have killed her aunts for giving her that blasted injection.
“You don’t understand. This isn’t me. I’m not usually like this. They injected me with hormones to overstimulate me,” she said, breathlessly. It was then she noticed her hand was tracing the light dusting of dark hairs that covered his chest.
“Augh!” She pushed at him, attempting to scramble farther away from him.
“Let me remind you. You picked me. This wasn’t my choice,” said the man.
His voice was a deep rumble that vibrated through her body straight down to her already wet, pulsing core.
Oh, by the Saints, his voice. Did he have to speak? She shook her head, trying to clear her cloudy thoughts. Simply listening to his voice dazed her. It made her think of wild sex, tangled limbs and uncontrolled desires. For one moment, she contemplated slapping herself—hoping pain would lessen the desire.
“Sit!” she screeched. She was amazed when he didn’t object. She sensed he wasn’t a man who liked to take orders from women. Her mother had told her all about those men. That was why they were chosen for the labor camps. They couldn’t be trusted. If the men were to group together and use their puny brains for a change, they could do a lot of damage.
Maida women would never let men attempt to control their lives again. However, why she had picked him was clear. He was man to the core. He was so male, he scared—no, thrilled—her. So she told herself, moving yet again to the furthest corner of the room.
“Please don’t talk. Let me explain this to you. I’m a scientist. I’ve been trying for years now to work out a cure for this illness, but so far no luck.” She paused and shook her head when he almost opened his mouth.
Rowena knew hearing that rumbling, baritone voice again would cause her body to melt. She would, in all likelihood, crawl to the blasted man on her knees and beg him to plunge his magnificent cock right into her pulsing pussy right there on the hard ceramic floor. That erotic thought caused her to shiver.
Quickly continuing on, she played with the bunch of material she had fisted into her hands. Anything to keep her anchored to one spot. “A century ago, after the last war, Maida women came to realize that the radioactive fallout caused many of us to become sterile. Only a handful of men and women are fertile. It’s a mixed blessing. Fertile women are cursed. If we don’t mate within a given timeframe, our minds begin to break down on the molecular level. We quite literally go crazy.
“Once we mate, the disease inherent in our makeup gets passed to the male. Within days, if that, they die. Do you understand me? If I rut with you…okay, if I fuck you…in all likelihood, you will die tomorrow. So, I can’t. I’m asking you to leave. Escape. Do whatever you can to get away from me.”
Rowena gulped as she tugged forcibly on the sheer material.
“I know this place inside out. I can help you escape, but it has to be now. Next door there’s a hidden tunnel that travels through the walls of this complex. I discovered it years ago. If the door is unlocked, I can get you to that tunnel and then you simply follow it to the end. At the end is an iron grate. I made sure this morning the grate was unlocked. Once you open that grate, go two klicks, then there is a large meadow and after that there’s the Dark Forest. I don’t normally tell people to enter the forest, but if you stay close to the edges you should be all right and I know Maida guards won’t enter the forest…”
“Let’s go now,” said the man, who had moved so fast Rowena almost stumbled.
One minute he was sitting on the bed, intently listening to her plea while holding his rod in his hand and the next thing she knew he was standing directly in front of her. She had to blink a couple of times to clear the rush of sexual desire that channeled through her system.
She moved to the door, thanking the Saints he didn’t say anything more. She listened, hoping no one was on the other side. For all she knew, there could be a large audience and the minute she opened the door they would applaud. After all she had been put through today, that wouldn’t have shocked or surprised her. Thankfully, when she gingerly opened it to peek down the long corridor, no one was within sight.
Briskly walking to the adjacent room, she turned the doorknob. Nothing. Blast it, it’s locked. She could have wept as all her hope dissipated. They were stuck. There was nothing she could do now.
When the man elbowed her out of the way, she meekly moved aside, wondering what he planned to do. She watched as he turned the knob. When he, too, realized it was locked, he simply pushed her farther to the side and then, horrified, she watched as he rammed the door down with his own body. The blatant display of male strength, combined with the sense of danger and mystery, enflamed her sexual need.
The shrill sound of a siren broke her thoughts.
When the man grabbed her arm and yanked her into the room she felt affronted. Having never been manhandled before, she didn’t like it one bit, knowing that was yet another lie. Where his hand had grasped her she tingled. Her body felt electrified with a needy heat.
“Where is the tunnel?” he demanded, turning her to face him.
Rowena let him shake her. His blasted voice snaked its way straight to her hot pussy, which was dripping with need. She hated him even more for that.
Motioning to the far right-hand corner in the room, she watched as his fingers moved along the wall. When he found the outline of the tunnel, he pushed against it. Once again, like the door, it opened to his brute strength.
Rowena heard the guards running down the corridor. She planned to stall them for as long as she could. She felt relief in knowing she had set the man free, even at her own expense. So be it.
When the man once again yanked her arm, she fought him.
“I’m staying. I gave you your freedom. So run.” She hissed at him while trying to drag her arm away.
“You’re coming with me,” he commanded.
Mortified, Rowena struggled against him. He simply picked her up like she was a child and hauled her into the tunnel with him. Thankful that the tunnel was built as high as the large cathedral-like ceilings of the building, she twisted and turned, attempting to get him to put her down.
“I’m saving you,” he said, smacking her ass.
The stimulation of that stopped her cold. No one had ever dared to do that to her before. The heat of his slap singed her deeply, leaving her body scorching for more. Worse, he kept his hand over her ass. Too afraid to speak for fear of moaning loudly, which would only inform him how much her body had enjoyed his smack, she shut up.
Her head continued to bob up and down as the man ran with her like she was a sack of food through the tunnel to freedom. The view of his naked ass muscles bunching as he ran caused her to shiver. Who knew watching a man run naked could be so erotic?
None of this was what she had been expecting. The man’s actions hadn’t been what she predicted. There was something about him that stirred a strange, almost terrifying feeling within the pit of her stomach.
Hoping her reaction to him was due to her elevated
hormones, she bit her lip to keep from moaning with need as his male spicy scent cascaded straight through her body, causing her breasts to tighten and tingle.
Chapter Five
Ahead, like the woman had said, was the grate. With one shove from his hand, the heavy black metal moved out of the way. Freedom! Tulon couldn’t believe his luck. The Saints are with me today.
He knew the feisty filly was silent for a reason. After smacking her ass, his nostrils had flared. She was aroused like never before. Who would have thought? The urge to give her round, solid ass another playful smack snuck up on him. This time she couldn’t contain her moan of pleasure. It pleased him to know that as innocent as she was, she was a wild one. Once mated, this filly would enjoy a good ride. His cock once again jumped to attention with his own need.
“Put me down,” she demanded.
Tulon noted how breathless she sounded. He would like nothing better than to put her down. It was hard holding her over his shoulder—she squirmed like a slippery tick.
“Settle down. We’ll soon be at the Dark Forest,” he said, never once slowing down. Tulon could smell the meadow now. After that was the forest. Then his freedom. And only then would he let the woman go. Or better yet, give in to the need she had for him.
He hadn’t been about to enlighten her that he wasn’t Maida after realizing her plight. His kind were sheltered from her people thanks to their old magic. They were unaffected by the puny skirmishes of the Maida or the other humanoids who lived on Alvaron.
Centaurs had existed since the beginning of time. They were made up of old foundation magic, which had created Alvaron. While it was true they were now confined to their own lands, it had been necessary. Once, as legend had it, they had befriended the people. Then the people had tried to tame them, tried to corral them to their own needs. Centaurs were not to be tamed. So the peace-loving creatures of his kind had simply vanished from existence a millennium ago, or so people believed.
