Enchanted: Seducing the Centaur Tribe E-BOOK

Reilana is a mighty Enchantress, one of the chosen Elvish mystics who harvest sexual energy and channel it into dark and powerful magicks that bewitch the mind and beguile the body.  

But when the evil warlord Caldax sends a force of savage Centaur Warriors against her, the elf maiden finds her magicks have little power against the inhuman creatures. But Reilana is not one to give up so easily, and the Centaurs have something she greatly desires: an animalistic, almost primal sexual force. Soon she has turned the tables on her Centaur captives, as they become entranced not by her spells, but by her very flesh itself.

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Reilana shuddered as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She trembled more in embarrassment than in fear - she had been in worse situations before, and escaped unscathed, but she hated the indignity of being forced to submit in front of her people. She would not take it lightly.

No, she would find a way to bend these creatures to her will.

As she moved she felt a familiar tingle along her spine, an increase in arousal that began at her core and spread, gently, like the warmth of a candle's flame. The magic was still flowing within her, seeking release as it always did. But she had been trapped, unable to expend the energy that now coursed through her veins. Her heart pounded. She could feel her dress had ridden up when she fell, and could now almost feel the burning gaze of the centaurs as they looked at her creamy thighs and heart-shaped ass. Reilena shivered again, but this time it was desire rather than revulsion. She felt her skin turning red.

She stayed there for a moment, her ass swaying gently side to side, as she concocted a plan.The beasts were eying her with a mixture of curiosity and undisguised interest. They were powerful, towering creatures, their human halves deeply tanned and rippling with muscle as they shifted from leg to leg. She stood, slowly, keeping her back to the centaurs as she brushed hay from herself, making sure to pay special attention to her nipples so that they stood erect under the thin dress. She adjusted the fabric so that the valley of ivory flesh between her breasts was plainly visible, and then turned to face them once again, her gaze no longer defiant but now darkly playful.

She could see the lust in their gazes, the very "human" desire for a man to want a woman such as her mingling with the bestial desire to rut. She affected her best pout, her blue eyes shimmering. "I've never slept in a stable before. Surely you can spare one of your men to help me build a suitable bed from this straw?"