Punished by the Centaur

By Simone Beatrix

Princess Bree has always had a deep fascination with Centaurs, despite everyone telling her they weren't real. One night, when she watches one of the mythical beasts stealing from the castle garden, she decides to make her dreams come true and chase down the creature.

She ends up in a hidden village deep in the woods, where she is confronted by the ferocious and powerful Leader of the Centaurs, who demands her to pay tribute to him for trespassing, with a breeding ceremony.

The ceremony is set to begin that night, with Bree locked in a cage with little hope to escape, will she succumb to her feral temptations?

Find out in this erotic 3800 word erotic story!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simone Beatrix
• Release date: May 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781513045191

Simone Beatrix

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Book preview

I saw another one that night. I dare not tell any of my friends or anyone else in the castle. They wouldn’t believe me, telling me Centaurs aren’t real. Stop acting out. You’re a princess. But I knew the truth.

Since last fall, every month, I’d spy a Centaur sneaking into the castle garden. My window overlooked the lush foliage, so it was usually easy for me to spot any intruders. Usually they’d just take some fruit off our trees, scavenge some fallen fruit, and leave. But for the first time, this one lingered.

It might have been the light on in my room that caught his attention, or something spooking him. He had just gathered a handful of apples to take when he suddenly perked up, his tanned skin looking like milk in the moonlight, and stared into my lit window. I was leaning over the ledge when he looked, and we caught each other’s gaze. His eyes were enchanting, and for a briefest of time, I forgot that he wasn’t human. Not fully. He grunted after seeing me, and dashed off, the sound of his hooves hard and loud against the grass. In his rush, he dropped an apple, and I knew