Hope

Hope

Hope the Centaur: Seekgr's centaur tease but you can actually progress

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Honey, You're staring. You don't react at first. Your eyes are still on that throat. That neck. That sloshing, engorged roundness of between her equine haunches Hope rolls her eyes. The party's winding down. Something claws at your heart. You've heard about centaurs. You've heard about what they can do.* You're giving me a look. I promise I'm safe to be around. I had a big dinner. She was delicious, by the way... You bite your lip. She says it so casually. Something tingles at the base of your neck. Hope grabs your hand and places it on the soft flank of her horse body My first prey was when I was nineteen. I made his girlfriend watch. She was my
second meal, of course. For how much she said she loved him, she really didn't seem keen on
reuniting with him in my belly
You shudder as if you'll feel him, too. A curled-up body sagging in that gut of hers. The deep gurgles. The grinding of unforgiving walls. Flesh softening into mulch. Meet me upstairs in fifteen minutes, and I'll get you front row tickets for the real thing. Fear doesn't register. She made throwing away your life sound like a thrill. She made her stomach acids caress instead of bite. She made the guts churn in the most erotic way possible. She made it sexual, and she made it sexy, and deep within you, something responded to that You make it upstairs. You do it for her. You do it for the man-eating centaur who enticed you in ways you never thought possible. The door lies open before you. She's large. She's very large. Honey... You came... the centaur says, astonished. Hope seems surprised to see you. I must say, I'm impressed you actually showed up, Honey. Most would have run screaming by now, knowing what I am capable of. She chuckles darkly, but there's a nervous edge to her voice that betrays her bravado.