Centaur Warlord (complete)

    I grew up as a slave. My people were used as beasts of burden simply because we were perceived as barbaric and wild. The Western Steppes weren’t the same as the rest of the Ruby Empire. I had heard that Centaurs towards the east had much more freedoms than my people did. The lords of the land did everything they could to squash these ideas and stories. They told us we were the same everywhere and that we should be grateful for what the gave us. We could be out in the fields starving because we were too stupid to find food.

    Well, these men dug their own graves. My father led an uprising and started a war with the lords of the land. He became Chief of the Western Steppes, leading his army of centaurs to freedom and prosperity. I had expected my father to continue his conquest, but it ended where it began. When I asked him why he did not want to continue conquering and unify all lands, he shook his head at me.

    He told me; “do not reach for more than you need. Chances are it will slip from your hands and fall on top of you.” He was always wise, but this was the first time I didn’t believe him.

    Once he died, I took his armies, now my armies, and decided once and for all that the Ruby Empire deserved to be what it was, not just in name, but in reality. I would do what my father was too cowardly to do, and I would expand from the West and conquer this land.

    Of course, not everyone agreed with my vision. Many tribes that had once unified under my father were now breaking off. Some even chose to stand in my way. One such tribe was led by a man who had been close to my father. He was a formidable man who challenged me to hand to hand combat during the battle. As men fought around us, we circled each other. In youth, he had been the one who taught me how to fight. How ironic it is that this could be the way it ends.

    We charge one another, and in the heat of battle, it looks like any other fight. The warriors rage around us like fire through a wheatfield. Yet between this man and me, it feels like we are encased in ice. Time stands still as I take his life, and the battle comes to a grinding halt when the horn sounds.

    His son approaches his father’s corpse, and as he mourns, he extends his hand to me. “He died on his feet?” He asks.

    “He stood till the end,” I take his hand and bring it to my chest. “It was an honor to be his last.” 

    He bows before me, kneeling down and laying his hands on my feet. The rest of his tribe soon follows, all of them bowing down before me.

    “Stand men,” I announce. “Celebrate our union and take your fight as a success. For in my eyes you are my equal and my partners in this conquest!”

    That night we celebrate. After we bury the dead and tend to the wounded, a feast is made. Sorik, the son of the tribe leader I killed, joins me as my right hand. 

    “Do you plan to rule the world?” He asks me as we drink.

    I grin and chuckle. “The world is a huge place. I don’t expect it to be easy or kind. My ideals for what it could be are what is best. But I know not everyone will see eye to eye with me.”

    “Then why do you do it?” Soril asks. “Money? Glory?”

    I shake my head, a smile still on my face. “I want this world to be beautiful. I want everyone to feel like family. Back in the fields when they broke our backs and whipped us, when they raped our mothers and sisters and told us we should be happy about it, I knew it could be better. I knew what was evil and what was good. This world needs a unifier, a leader who can tell them the right from the wrong.”

    “And what if no one listens?” Sorik asks.

    “That is why a hand needs fingers,” I reply. “That is why I must unify our people first!” I shake my head. “How will it look to the world if I try to unify all nations but cannot even bring together my own people?”

    “You will meet people like my father,” Sorik replies with a heavy heart. “You will for certain meet opposition on every side. How do you plan to change their minds?”

    I grin at him and slap his back. “That, my friend, is where you come in.”

    I used Sorik to spread my word and reach out to the other tribes. I used his voice and his natural charisma to aid in bringing the different tribes together. Of course, not all of them agreed. It troubles me when I have to fight my own people when I know there are other nations out there who have earned my fist more. I don’t expect to stay young forever, and I would like to use the energy I have to fight outward not inward.

    Soon though, I have my unified nation of Centaurs. It is with them that the Western Steppes become mine. I did what my father could not do and went East, I conquered land to further my conquests. I took fields and orchards so that my people and my armies could eat. I know I would need the mountains soon for their gems and precious metals. For now, the first strike I would take was on a kingdom at war. Their army was returning from a victorious battle but evens till they were tired, hungry, and weak. It is not my style to kick someone when they are down, but when the army is much bigger and better equipped than my own, I will take the chink in their armor and jam a knife into it. 

    We first set fire behind them so they cannot run. The field glows like the open gates of hell, serving as a distraction as well as a hindrance to escape. The opposing army was panicking, trying to find a way to deal with the flames. Meanwhile, my warriors and I came from the hills to attack them. They were unprepared, and many were slaughtered in the first moments, the ground ran red with their blood and baked brown under the flames. It reminded me that we all were the same in the end. So why not reach that in life? Was it so wrong?

    I am impressed by these men, even as their number rapidly dwindle, and they are trapped like rats, they continue to fight as hard as they can. I receive several decisive blows, and I honor the men who make me bleed with a warrior’s death. My spear becomes bathed in their blood, but it is my bare hands that deliver the final blow. It is how I would want to die. 

    It is late when we claim our victory and take the survivors as our captives. The fire has been put out, and the men are chained and placed under a guard. Sorik and I go through the camp, finding what treasures and weapons they had we could use to our advantage.

    “Chief Demir!” Sorik calls to me from the opposite end of the camp. “I think you’ll want to see this.”

    I go to him and the tent he was in. Inside was a man, severely beaten and bruised and chained to a pole. 

    “You’ll want to hear what he told me,” Sorik whispers to me.

    I kneel down before the man. “My friend tells me you have some important information for me. But first?” I take my ax from my side and break the lock on his chains. I release him and give him water from my sieve. 

    “Thank you,” he coughs after his long drink. 

    “Now, why are you chained up here?” I ask him. “What slight have you caused this army?”

    “It is not the army,” he gasps. “But the kingdom, or,” he sighs and shakes his head. “My name is Bailin, I was a prince under my brother, King Brahms.”

    “Isn’t he dead?” I ask.

    A look of rage goes over Bailin’s face. “Assassinated!” he roars. “My brother’s life was taken by Lord Reginald who sits in his throne now! He is the leader of a political cabal who sought to take down my brother.”

    “So you know who these men are?” I ask.

    He nods. “They have my niece, I would do anything to help her.”

    “Is she the rightful heir?” I ask.

    “Upon marriage, yes,” Bailin nods. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “Why did you attack this army?” He asks. “Did you just need supplies?”

    “Supplies, bragging rights, perhaps even a little exercise,” I reply, to which Sorik snickers at. “But really, my dear Bailin, I came to conquer.”

    He furrows his brow and nods. “So you’re that centaur.”

    My ears perk up. “Oh, so you’ve heard of me?”

    “Not much. Just rumors that a greedy centaur has set his sights on conquering the world,” he scoffs. “Is this true?”

    “I don’t think I am greedy, but that is probably me they speak of,” I laugh.

    Bailin smiles half-heartedly. “If you help me avenge my brother I will give you anything you ask for.”

    “Your niece,” I answer. “I would like to call her my queen.”

    Bailin glares at me, but I can see him weighing his options. 

    “I will destroy the cabal and see them all punished for their actions. I will give you a place at my side, and your niece will hold my hand, and I will thank her for it.” I take his hand and place it on my chest. “My heart is true.”

    “I do not want to take my niece from the cauldron to throw her into the pan,” Bailin replies. 

    “If Demir gives his word it is as good as law,” Sorik stands behind me. “I feel a princess is exactly what he needs anyway. Someone to go home to and calm his woes.”

    I glare back at him and kick his shins, to which he laughs. 

    “If you promise to love her, then I will agree,” Bailin murmurs.

    I kiss his knuckles in a show of trust. “Your niece will be the love of my life, I will see to it. I will give her all the Ruby Empire, and if I fail her, she shall cut my heart from my chest.”

    Bailin reluctantly agrees. I do not blame him for his initial distrust, I would not want to trust me either. Especially when such a prize is laid out on the table. His niece is his pride and joy, has been since she was born. His brother, King Brahms, had been his best friend and suffering his loss had nearly broken poor Bailin.

    Using Bailin, I am able to woo the prisoners we have taken onto our side. Bailin also tells me of the Goblins who have been used as nothing more than slaves by Reginald and the Veleryn people to work in their copper mines as well as in their homes. He assures me that, once we take siege on the palace, they will join our ranks as well. This fills me with joy, knowing I am liberating these people and take them under my wing.

    Bailin fills me in on the cabal and their leader, Reginald lord of Veleryn. He had placed all the blame on the royal cook who came from the neighboring kingdom they had just gone to war with. They used the cook as a scapegoat so they could attack this kingdom. He and his cabal have been undermining the king for years. It was only now they chose to act and assassinate the king due to the princess coming of age. 

    Princess Daliah, or Dali as he uncle calls her, has been made a prisoner in her own home. Reginald has kept her locked away, so she does not run or attempt to seek asylum. Bailin was going to be sold along the road, if not, hopefully, killed by the enemy army. 

    The Kingdom of Sothen would be a great first victory for me. It was the perfect stepping stone towards taking over the east. It was a kingdom built upon mining. It was one of the few places that produced copper, as such, it was a trade rich kingdom and had lots of connections with other countries in the Ruby Empire. This included Rakshasa country, the Golem nation for just a start. Securing this position would assure me existing relations with all of them. 

    Much like Bailin says, as we make our ways to the Kingdom of Sothen, we are joined by Goblin hordes who have overthrown their masters and the homes they were enslaved under. They make getting into the city a much easier feat. Bailin leads me into the city and to the palace gates. It is there we are met with opposition. The city all recoiled into their homes, content to watch from the windows as they anticipate the fall. 

    I am surprised by how many of the guard takes a knee, letting us pass through without so much as a fight. It only proves to me that I am the true ruler her, and this Reginald is nothing more than a fake in my shadow.

We find Reginald, the assassin, and usurper, in the throne room. I find this very appropriate. It was undeniable this man was a coward in armor. He looked panicked and enraged. I couldn’t wait to snap his neck. He cowers in his ill-gotten throne, rapping his fingers on the arm as he tries to control his expression.

    “What is it you want?” Reginald asks me. “Money? Do you wish for treasure in exchange for my men?”

    I look at Sorik, and he grins at me. “Why do they always offer money first?” I look back at him. “I do not want your undeserved riches.” I take a step towards him, and he flinches as if I was going to strike him.

    “I’ve taken your army, are you not afraid?” I ask. “Admit you are afraid of me.”

    Reginald glares up at me. “I would no more be afraid of a centaur than my own shadow.”

    Sorik snickers behind me and I wave my hand at him. “Don’t laugh just yet, my friend. He honestly believes his words.”

    “That is why I laugh,” Sorik grins.

    Reginald fidgets. “Just because your kind won the west does not mean you will take the east too. It is a different world here.”

    “I know,” I chuckle. “My father taught me that when he led the uprising in the Western Steppes.”

    That’s when Reginald loses his color.

    “Are you afraid yet?” I ask. I then motion to Sorik. “You’ve let your death in through the door. I do not intend to make the same mistake.” Sorik takes several of my selected warriors to comb through the palace and take prisoners. I leave explicit instructions to gather Reginald and his cabal in the throne room for me. I leave Reginald in Sorik’s custody, and Bailin takes me to find Princess Dali. 

    I kick down her locked door and Bailin steps through. Dali races to him, wrapping him up in her arms.

    “I thought for sure you were dead too!” She sobs.

    I am struck by Dali and her beauty. I had never met a princess before, let alone seen one in person. In my mind, I had made it up that princesses were all the same. Spoiled, overly made up, and somehow too pretty for their own good. But Dali was like a breath of fresh hair. She had olive skin and dark gray eyes. Her hair was thick and dark, rolling down her shoulders in waves. Her body is curvy, and she looks plump and healthy. I am taken by her natural beauty, and I now know real fear. I have found my weakness, and I will worship at her feet.

    “This is Chief Demir,” Bailin motions to you as Dali clings to him. “He saved my life and has taken Reginald as his captive.”

    Dali looks up at me with wide, frightened eyes. “Is this true?” She whispers.

    “Would you like his head on a platter?” I bow before her, taking her hands in mine. “Would you like to slit his throat yourself?”

    “Oh, no,” she pulls her hands away from me. “I do not wish his death to be instant.”

    Be still my heart, I was not prepared for her words.

    “I want him to suffer!” She insists. “I want him and all his men to know anguish. I want them to scream forgiveness! I want them to curse the day they even looked upon my father.” Angry tears sparkle in her eyes and I realize I have met my soulmate. 

    “Would you let me, my princess, I would kiss you now.” I retake her hand and place it over my heart. “Tell me more. Give me wish, and I will see it done.”

    She stares up at me, and she wipes her eyes. “Set them to work in the mines,” she tells me. “Have them beset by the cruelest you have so that they do not stop working and they do not know a moment without pain.”

    I smile at her. “If I fail you, you shall cut out my heart.”

    She smiles at me and glances at her uncle. “I have had a long time to think about this,” she murmurs. “Do not think I am so readily clever.”

    I grin, knowing for sure now I have a queen I feared was only a dream. 

    I do as she commanded. I sent Reginald and his conspirators to work in the mines for the rest of their lives. I also appointed Goblins over their watch, knowing they had the most reason to be vengeful to them. I also gave the Goblins reign over the mines for me, since they knew better about them than I did. The Kingdom of Sothen was now my domain, or well, soon it would be once Dali and I were wed.

    I am still charmed by her. As things settle and we adjust to our new lives, I grow closer to her. They say a good woman is rare, well my Dali is the most extraordinary jewel there is. She is cunning and devious, but she maintains a pure charm to her. 

    “My father did not hide me away,” she tells me. “He kept me by his side like he would any prince. He taught me how to rule rather than how to please a ruler.”

    “I am glad he did,” I pour her tea that I brought with me from the Steppes. “I would much rather my queen was my partner rather than my lover.”

    She smirks at me and takes a sip of the tea. She sighs and licks her lips. “This is rather spicy,” she says.

    I tilt my head. “Is it not to your taste?” 

    She takes another drink and smiles. “No, I enjoy it very much.”

    “It’s good for the blood,” I tell her. I reach out, touching her cheek and brushing her hair from her face. “It heals the heart and makes it stronger.”

    She kisses my finger and holds my palm. She kisses it, and I can understand how some men are so weak. “I have been told stories about men like you, Demir,” she tells me. “But I had always assumed they were stories. What makes a man like you?”

    “Dreams,” I answer her. “I have always dreamed.” I pull her close, and I kiss the top of her head. “When I was a little boy I dreamed of freedom. As an adolescent, I dreamed of peace. And as a young man, my dreams became much grander. I dreamed of the Ruby Empire as one.”

    “What do you dream of now?” She asks me.

    I smirk at her. “I dream of your eyes,” I whisper to her. “I find I dream of presenting you the world as an anniversary gift. I dream of the children you’ll bear me and how beautiful they will be. My kingdom expands as my family grows.”

    She pulls me down, kissing me before I have the chance to kiss her. She tastes like the tea, and she leaves my lips burning.

    “You’re rather presumptuous,” she smirks at me. “What makes you think I’ll let you get close enough to me to even have children?”

    I grin, licking my lips. “Your kiss speaks volumes.”

    She shrugs. “Perhaps I just wanted to shut you up.”

    I kiss her neck, and she turns her head to allow me more skin. I tug down her dress, kissing her shoulder and dragging my teeth across her beautiful skin. “I want you like no other.”

    She moans softly and touches my cheek. “Demir,” she makes me look at her. “You want the world,” she corrects me. “That is your dream.”

    I kiss her, pulling her tight into my arms. She plants her hand on my chest over my heart. “If you do not take it, I will cut out your heart.”

    I moan for her, she knows me so well already. “If we had it my way, you would be pregnant with my first heir by dawn.”

    She pushes her palm against my face. “You are different than most men, but you are the same as them all.” She strokes my cheek. “I would love to feel you inside me tonight but I am afraid patience is a virtue.” 

    I growl into her ear. “You’ll make me wait?”

    She bites my lip. “I want to make sure you’re good and tight around my little finger.”

    I moan pathetically. She knows me too well.

    Our wedding takes place in the fields. I am encircled by my best warriors, and she has chosen her maids. After we are wed, we go to the throne room where we are crowned. I am made King of Sothen, and with that, I become the highest ruler in the West and own the most powerful army. I am breathless. I did not expect this so soon. Doubt had made me believe I would be working into old age to accomplish even my simple goals. But all it took was Dali agreeing to take me, her lips signed our fate.

    “Are you happy my king?” Dali asks me as she hands me a goblet of wine.

    “That depends, are you happy, my queen?” I kiss her.

    She smiles at me. “What if I said I was nervous?”

    “Nervous?” I frown at her. “What is there is be nervous about?”

    She pulls me aside and whispers into my ear. “You are a great man with many powerful assets. What if I cannot please you?”

    I bite her cheek. “I should be the one nervous about that?” I kissed her again and held her close. “Is that all?”

    She laughs. “I am nervous I will grow as hungry as you. I’m afraid the entire world will not be enough for either of us.”

    I pick her up and holding her in my arms. “You make me very happy, my queen.”

    She puts her arms around me as I carry her. “Where are you taking me?”

    “Do not act so innocent now,” I chuckle. “I am not waiting for the celebrations to die down. I will have you now.”

    She giggles and kisses my neck. She gently bites and sucks, leaving her mark on me. I take her to our new chambers when I remove her heavy gown and corset. She stands before me bare. Her breasts are golden, and her nipples are a deep brown. I touch her and kiss her chest. She moans softly as I take her nipple in my mouth.

    “Baby,” she purrs as she tangles her fingers in my hair.

    I shove her down onto the bed, and she laughs loudly. I pull her rear to the edge of the bed and kneel down before her. She sits up on her elbows, watching me as I kiss her thighs and belly.

    “What’s this form of worship?” She asks me.

    I open her thighs more, kissing her mound. “Proper,” I tug her closer and lick her folds. She moans and lays back.

    “Such a king,” she sighs.

    “It is custom that the woman should cum first,” I lick her again, feeling her wetness start to seep out. “As a reward for allowing her mate to bed her.”

    She rolls her hips, meeting my tongue. “I like this custom,” she purrs.

    I open her with my fingers, finding her berry like clit. I suck upon it, and she wails out. She grips the top of my head, pushing me closer. I knead her thighs and hips as I suck her and lick her. She moans and rides my face, gasping and shuddering before he collapses onto the bed. Her thick cream coats my tongue and rewards my efforts. I sit up and lean over her, kissing her as she huffs and puffs.

    “You’re far too good at that,” she mewls at me.

    I smirk. “Good for you though, is it not?”

    She kisses me again and strokes her hand down my chest. “Do I need to repay the favor, my king?”

    I shake my head. “Not at all. Although if you’d like in the future, I won’t turn it away.” I roll her onto her stomach, so her legs are hanging off the side. “Don’t worry, if you need me to stop, I will.”

    She moans softly then gasps as I rub against her. I’m over top of her, my front legs leaned on the bed. I press my arms into the mattress as I rock back and forth, rubbing myself in her wetness.

    “Demir,” you mewl. “You’re too big.”

    I chuckle. “You think so?” I press at her folds, and she squeaks. Dali buries her face into the pillows and lets out a deep cry as I inch my way inside. 

    “Does it hurt?” I ask.

    She shakes her head and reaches back, slapping my flank with her palm.

    I grin. “Do you want more, my queen?”

    She nods and lifts her head. “Too big...too good,” she groans.

    I push deeper, stopping once I hit a wall. I pull out then push back inside her. Dali whimpers and moans. She stretches her arms out across the bed and claws her way back down. I thrust into her, going slow at first to make sure I don’t break my new queen. Her rear is soft and plump, and it feels good when I press against it. I cannot wait to try more positions with her, but for now, I will do this to ease her into making love with a centaur. Mere human men do not compare, so I am confident she is not ready. We have far more stamina as well as much more in general.

    She cries out, squeezing tight around me as I give her release again. She claws at the bed and screams into the pillows. I wish I could kiss her and reassure her, but for now, all I can do is watch her. I start to move faster, pumping harder than before. She whimper and moans, seeming to go into a trance the harder I pushed.

    I feel myself start to throb and already my seed is dripping from inside her. I keep moving, pushing deeper inside her to make sure my seed reached her womb. I wanted my heir inside her. I cry out, roaring as my release finally came. She cries out with me as I stuff her full. It’s such a shame to see most of my load drip from her folds no matter how hard she tries to keep it inside.

    I lay beside her, wrapping her up in my arms. I massage her thighs and hips, knowing that she will be sore come morning. “How does it feel?”

    “Mmm,” she nuzzles into my neck. “How does what feel?”

    I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. “How does being a full-fledged queen feel?”

    “It feels big and hard,” she teases. “How does being a full-fledged king feel?”

    I kiss her. “Better than I could have hoped.”

    “What will make you happier?” She asks me.

    I lay my hand on her belly. “Seeing you grow round and heavy with my heir. That way, they will see with their own eyes as I hand their mother the entire Ruby Empire.”

    Dali smirks. “You’re much cuter than I gave you credit it for.” She kisses me again. “You’ll make a wonderful father. I cannot wait to see your conquer kingdoms with a babe in your arms.”

    “I want to be the father of a new world,” I whisper. “So it will be fitting.”