Young Orpheus likes to go into the woods alone, to practice his singing. When he finds himself surrounded by a herd of eager male Centaurs, he thinks they came to listen to his songs. And so they do - until Orpheus stops singing and accidentally gives them wine. Then he finds out just how dangerous and depraved Centaurs really are.
Adult readers only! This 7.000 word erotic gay story contains explicit gay sex scenes. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
Kinna kicked a long horse leg contemptuously in his direction, and the crock of honey was struck from Orpheus's hands and rolled into the grass.
"More wine," another Centaur said plaintively, drawing out the word until it sounded almost like a whinny.
"No more wine," Orpheus replied firmly, his hands on his hips. He wasn't going to be cowed by these great horsemen. He was the son of a king, after all.
"Then sing," Kinna said, glaring down at Orpheus.
Orpheus tried, but when he began an attempt at song, it was not his true voice but a wretched croak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a frog, and some of the Centaurs laughed.
"I can't," he said, glaring back just as angrily at Kinna. "You drank all my wine, and my throat is still dry."
Kinna threw back his head and laughed. It was not a pleasant sound.
"Shall we give him drink, brothers?" he cried, a wild glee in his face.
Orpheus stared at him uncomprehendingly, but the other Centaurs laughed too and began to circle him again, faster this time, their hooves striking the grass with hard blows.
"Let's give him drink, aye, and meat too," the dark-haired Centaur said, and this time it sounded like a threat.
Adult readers only! This 7.000 word erotic gay story contains explicit gay sex scenes. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
Kinna kicked a long horse leg contemptuously in his direction, and the crock of honey was struck from Orpheus's hands and rolled into the grass.
"More wine," another Centaur said plaintively, drawing out the word until it sounded almost like a whinny.
"No more wine," Orpheus replied firmly, his hands on his hips. He wasn't going to be cowed by these great horsemen. He was the son of a king, after all.
"Then sing," Kinna said, glaring down at Orpheus.
Orpheus tried, but when he began an attempt at song, it was not his true voice but a wretched croak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a frog, and some of the Centaurs laughed.
"I can't," he said, glaring back just as angrily at Kinna. "You drank all my wine, and my throat is still dry."
Kinna threw back his head and laughed. It was not a pleasant sound.
"Shall we give him drink, brothers?" he cried, a wild glee in his face.
Orpheus stared at him uncomprehendingly, but the other Centaurs laughed too and began to circle him again, faster this time, their hooves striking the grass with hard blows.
"Let's give him drink, aye, and meat too," the dark-haired Centaur said, and this time it sounded like a threat.
