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... one, however, had been alone for several days since her herd was attacked by awharewulf. Being particularly light and quick, she had run ahead of the others and eventually gotten lost. When the danger had passed, however, she didn’t hurry to get back to the herd because, being so light and quick, she was also decidedly proud. She had determined to see what a day on her own would be like. À day turned into two, then three, until she abandoned her pride, and loneliness pushed her to seek out her herd again.

It was then that nature had its way with her. As all femaledyrads do from time to time, she came into heat. Within moments, her worry had disappeared to be replaced by lust. Her body was on fire, and, more than the herd, she needed a male. Now.

Of course, there were no maledyrads to be seen. So after a while spent stumbling around between the trees, drunk on her own desire, she finally dropped to the ground at the foot of an old oak tree. She began to caress herself, timidly at first, then with an increasing sense of urgency.

And this is how thecentore discovered her. Solitary creatures by nature,centores are also known for their constant state of lust (even more so than their four-legged cousins, the centaurs). It is only natural then that, after being led to the little clearing by distinctly female noises of grunting and moaning, he resolved to rush to the aid of thedyrad in distress. He shoved forward into the clearing and presented himself to the panting ...

... figure - who was by now fully absorbed in fingering herself, her eyes glazed over and tremors racking her frame.

As the vision of thecentore before her came into focus, thedyrad regained an ounce of reason and sprang to her feet, backing up against the oak tree. Yet, as her glance was drawn to the oversized, upright organ in front of her, the last remnants of her reason dwindled away for good. Detachedly, she found herself bending forward and arching her back to raise her buttocks. With a long, low moan, she closed her eyes and felt her sex eject a thin stream of fluid. Trembling, eyes shut, she waited for the male before her to act…

Thecentore’s fine-tuned senses are now going wild with the scent of lust emanating from thedyrad. It is all he can do to keep from whirling her around and penetrating her right there and then. But he has never mated with such a creature before, and the human part of him is intrigued, wants to make the experience last. Deciding that he will get his own pleasure shortly, he slowly kneels down in front of her, lifts her hips to his mouth and tastes her…

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This party is a wild one, that much is certain. Almost definitely a bachelor’s party. Seven old school buddies gathered together for a ’different’ experience before relinquishing their pal to the grips of matrimony. Like figures in a Last Supper, they sit around three sides of a long table - with three strangers underneath. They don’t even know whether those below are male or female. But ...