End of the war

Flo slowly regained consciousness, and with each breath, it became clearer to her—they had lost yesterday's battle to the centaurs. With great pleasure, Flo recalled how many aggressors she had personally sent to their ancestors. And immediately, the maenad shuddered from a horrifying thought. What would happen to her now, captured by those very centaurs.

Flo belonged to the caste of lunar priestesses, who maintained order in the temples of the Goddess. A priestess could be distinguished from an ordinary hunter-maenad by her snow-white fur, while the others had light blue fur. Maenads, half-women, half-cats, were very similar to humans. They were distinguished only by a long tail, resembling

a lion's, and the finest fur covering. A race of huntresses and sorceresses.

The maenads had an ancient peace treaty with the centaurs. Neither side had violated it, as it had been concluded back in the days when gods descended to earth. But several years ago, during a joint hunt, a young maenad missed her shot and hit a centaur who was observing the borders. Since the maenads' arrows contained a certain amount of poison, the centaur soon died, and the maenads were accused of violating the treaty's terms and were declared war upon. And yesterday, the centaurs attacked the temple where Flo lived. The priestess fought the raiders until she was knocked unconscious by a blow to the head. And she only woke up now.

Carefully opening her eyes, Flo realized that her terrible thought about her own future was correct. The maenad was stripped naked. Her hands were raised and tied to poles. Lowering her gaze, Flo blushed with shame—her furry pubic area was cleanly shaved. Looking around a bit, the priestess searched for her novices with her eyes. About fifty meters away, two blue figures were visible. But where were the others? The answer came in the form of a drawn-out scream. From a nearby tent, a fat centaur dragged out a resisting novice-maenad by her hair. Sharply turning the girl to face him, the centaur pressed his lips to the maenad's mouth. She almost choked and tried to break free, but it was no use. Lifting her off the ground, the beast impaled the maenad on his huge member, driving it all the way in with powerful thrusts. Blood dripped down the girl's legs. Flo tried not to look in that direction anymore. Maenads had two types of temples. Solar ones, where mature women, unfit for hunting, went, and lunar ones, where mothers brought their teenage daughters around fourteen years old. Virgins.

 — Aah, our beauty has woken up! — the voice belonged to a new character. Flo quickly closed her eyes and pretended to still be unconscious.

 — Don't pretend, sweetie, I saw everything! — and the centaur ran his palm over the priestess's cheek. She managed to suddenly clamp down on that very palm with her teeth and bit him until he bled. Pulling his hand away, the captor smirked.

 — You can't fool me, doll. Better open your eyes. — Flo didn't know what he was capable of, so she looked at him with all the hatred she could muster. Before her stood a young centaur of a bay color, with long black hair and extraordinarily regular and sharp facial features. Giving a mocking bow, he introduced himself:

 — Akos. Leader of this detachment.

 — I don't care who you are. Let the girls go, — Flo hissed.

 — Of course we'll let them go, — Akos laughed, — just as soon as my soldiers have their fun with them, and we'll let them go immediately!… to those who pay more!

 — Bastard! — Flo lunged. — They're just children!!!

 — They might be children, but you are not.

With these words, Akos slashed the ropes holding Flo's hands, and the priestess fell to her knees, groaning from the pain in her numb limbs. But Akos didn't give her time to recover. Picking Flo up in his arms and holding her tightly so she wouldn't break free, the leader galloped to his tent, which was at the very end of the encampment.

Once inside, Akos set Flo on the ground and efficiently tied her hands behind her back. The girl would have broken free, but neither her arms nor her legs would obey her. On top of that, shame. Not even the maenads had seen her naked, and here was a whole herd of centaurs! Turning the priestess to face him, Akos carefully took her face in his palms and pressed his lips to hers. The centaur's tongue slipped into her mouth, playing with her tongue, brazenly, sometimes penetrating deep inside, making Flo's knees tremble, sometimes moving along the very top, barely touching her lips. Flo's mind was failing her; she realized with horror that she couldn't control her body! A shameless female instinct took over common sense, and Flo cried from helplessness. Her body liked what this scoundrel Akos was doing to her. And meanwhile, he gently ran his palm over Flo's neck, lowering his hand further down. Reaching her chest, and without stopping kissing Flo's lips, Akos lightly pinched the priestess's nipple, making her jerk. The centaur smirked and lifted Flo off the floor. She had already prepared to endure violence, like that girl, and consoled herself that it wouldn't last long, that she could try to ignore the pain. But Flo was cruelly mistaken. The nipple he had caressed with his finger swelled and turned pink. Akos took it into his mouth and lightly teased it with his teeth. In response, a shiver of desire ran through Flo's body, and she moaned.

 — Oh gods… — Akos whispered, feeling the maenad tremble from his kisses. Raising his head slightly, he saw Flo looking at him with wide-open eyes, clouded with passion. She wanted him.

 — Perhaps that's enough for today, — the centaur snorted and carelessly pushed Flo onto the skins spread on the floor. The girl, shocked by Akos's unexpected behavior, couldn't utter a word. When the centaur left, Flo quietly cried.

In the evening, one of her former novices brought the priestess a bowl of stew and two jugs. One contained amber wine, and the other — warm water. The novice, without waiting for a question, said:

 — The master ordered you to wash, — and went out into the night.

— Wash?! And did that bastard untie my hands?!" Flo was enraged by Akos's rudeness. Her lower abdomen ached pleasantly, she wanted… something, but what—Flo didn't know. The servants of the Lunar Goddess were not allowed into the world of males. Flo was a virgin. After some time, Akos entered the tent. Smirking, the leader beckoned her to him, and when Flo approached, asked her to turn her back to him. Waiting for the request to be fulfilled, he quickly untied the girl's hands and lightly kissed her neck. From the unexpected caress, goosebumps ran over Flo's body, making her snowy fur stand on end. This couldn't escape the centaur's penetrating gaze. Nodding towards the bowl of food, Akos said:

 — Eat. You're hungry. And then wash.

Without a word, Flo pounced on the food. She hadn't eaten for over a day. The meat stew was rich and very tasty. Eating every last drop, Flo washed it down with a couple of sips of wine, which spread a pleasant warmth through her body. Moving to a corner of the tent, she washed herself, pouring water from the jug. Her hands still didn't obey the girl well. She stood in the middle of the room and looked at the centaur. Akos looked at her sleepily:

 — Why are you standing there?

 — N-nothing… just… you…

 — What about me?

 — Ordered… to wash… I thought that…

 — Thought I was going to fuck you?

 — Y-yes… — Flo blushed.

 — Fool. If I ordered you to wash, it's only so your stink doesn't ruin my sleep, — and he turned away.

Flo sobbed from humiliation and lowered her head. What a fool, really! He's a rapist! Scum! Creature!!! Why was she so drawn to him? Why did his touches make her feel like the last whore who gives herself up for pleasure?

Choosing the far corner of the tent, Flo slipped there and carefully lay down, curling up into a ball. The day, unbearably long, was over. And how many more such days had the Moon prepared for its servant? After a few minutes, the girl fell asleep. Hearing her evened-out breathing, Akos quietly approached and threw

a fluffy skin over her naked body. This way Flo would be warmer. And then he went to his own bed.

Flo didn't understand what was happening. She was being dragged somewhere, her mouth covered so she couldn't scream, and the girl could only struggle. Finally, she was roughly thrown to the ground and the blindfold was torn off. She looked around and screamed in fear. Around her stood centaurs from Akos's detachment, devouring Flo's tender body with lustful looks and swallowing saliva. All of them had erections, and now one of the kidnappers was the first to attack the victim. Grabbing Flo by the hair, he opened her mouth with his finger and shoved his member inside. Tears streamed from the priestess's eyes; it was disgusting and very humiliating, as the others laughed vilely and encouraged the rapist. Something hot dripped onto Flo's shoulder; squinting her eyes, the girl saw a red spot on her white fur. The centaur's grip weakened, and then he began to fall to the side. A spear tip protruded from his chest, having pierced the rapist through. The other attackers scattered, and Flo, sobbing, tried to get to her feet. Someone took her by the shoulders and cut the ropes on her hands. Bursting into tears, Flo buried her face in her savior's shoulder and went into hysterics. Akos stroked her long hair, whispering something about how he hadn't been vigilant, that it was his fault. Flo didn't care what would happen next. Right now, she wanted to die from the inflicted pain, from the unfamiliar roughness. Akos gently ran his palm over Flo's back and picked her up in his arms. Going to the tent, the centaur placed the maenad on a high, narrow bed covered with skins. In response to Flo's confused look, Akos smiled and carefully touched his lips to her snow-white chest. Jet-black hair sharply contrasted with Flo's snow-white body covering. Akos caressed her body, and it responded to his touches with increasing passion. Flo felt a fire spreading from her lower abdomen in all directions. Akos pleasurably sucked on Flo's swollen nipples, and she pressed his head to her chest, tangled her fingers in his hair, and arched from passion. The centaur's lips descended lower and lower, not missing a single centimeter of the priestess's body, his hands intertwined with Flo's. The lovers were beginning to lose their sense of reality. When Flo felt Akos's tongue between her legs, she cried out and closed her legs, but Akos raised his head and smiled encouragingly:

 — We're not doing anything wrong.

His tongue slid between the labia, to the clitoris, which was swollen and pulsating. Akos's finger penetrated her vagina and met the virginal barrier, but he didn't rush. Caressing the clitoris with his tongue, the centaur licked up the lubrication generously secreted by Flo's vagina. Akos's member became rock-hard, almost exploding from tension, but the leader waited for the right moment. Finally, Flo thrashed on the bed, carried to the peaks of pleasure by Akos's skillful movements, and the maenad's clouded eyes met the centaur's burning gaze. Akos carefully entered the cave, dripping with the fragrant juice of desire, and with one movement tore through the thin barrier. Instead of passion, Flo felt pain and tried to break free, but Akos held her:

 — Don't be afraid, there won't be any more pain.

Calming down slightly, Flo froze. Very little time passed, and Akos made the first movement. Flo screamed, as she couldn't express her emotions in any other way. Wrapping her slender legs around Akos, Flo rose on her elbows to see her lover better. Running her finger over Akos's chest, she studied the male's body with interest, which she had never had the chance to touch before. Running her finger over the centaur's nipple, she heard his ragged breathing. Raising her eyes, Flo saw that Akos clenched his teeth and tried to hold back a moan. This excited the maenad so much that she wrapped her arms around Akos's neck and pressed her lips to his, then squeezed her legs tighter, and Akos's member penetrated her even deeper. The centaur groaned hoarsely, pressed the girl tightly to himself, and slapped her buttocks with force. Flo cried out in surprise and looked fearfully into Akos's eyes, but immediately calmed down—there was only passion there. Akos slapped her again and immediately drove his member into her. The contrast of sensations caused a storm of emotions, and each time the centaur entered her vagina, it became even hotter inside.

Akos squeezed her buttocks, stroked her shapely thighs, and penetrated deeper with powerful thrusts. Flo, moaning, threw her head back, and her marvelous lover lifted her and impaled her on his member from above. From the new sensations, her head spun, and to avoid falling, Flo clung to Akos's shoulders, scratching his dark skin. But that only aroused him more. Feeling the approach of ecstasy, Akos withdrew from Flo, turned her over on all fours, and drove his tool all the way into Flo's pussy. The girl, feeling Akos's powerful release, came violently once more. They stood like that for quite a while; semen mixed with blood and her own fluids dripped down Flo's legs. And she liked it. To hell with the fact that Akos had captured her temple. To hell with the fact that a good hundred novices had been raped. The main thing was that she, Flo, belonged to Akos. And he knew it. Flo would be his whore if necessary. She would lick him from head to toe. But she would belong only to him.

… They talked for the rest of the night. Flo learned that Akos had long noticed her temple, and in particular—its lovely abbess. Only to possess the priestess, the centaur had to capture it, and then feign lust—so that the others in the detachment wouldn't guess and turn on Akos with knives. And now Flo belonged to him. The girl-novices had been released yesterday, and the one whom Flo thought was being raped by the fat centaur had long been sleeping with that very centaur. Akos was silent for a long time, and then said:

 — I'm letting you go, Flo. I've been with you, I've been yours, and you've been mine. Of course, it's not enough for me… But I won't keep you by force. Go.

Flo smiled sadly and got up from the skins.

 — Akos, you're a fool… has anyone told you that before?

The centaur looked at the maenad incomprehensibly, and was immediately knocked off his feet by her. Flo, with shining eyes, sat on his torso, her clitoris right at Akos's face, and he couldn't resist and immediately kissed the swollen bud. Flo moaned, quickly got off Akos, and sat down next to him…

Dawn brought unexpected news to the maenad encampment. The son of the centaur chieftain convinced his father to make peace with the maenads, and as a sign of reconciliation, married the priestess of the Lunar Goddess…))