Chapter 13 Preview

I wanted to share a preview of Chapter 13...well, it's a bit more than a preview. My 'short' update on Amelie ended up becoming half the chapter. So here it is, for all your viewing pleasure! Any feedback you have before the chapter is finalized is welcome. In the actual publication, the Brigitte content will be mixed in between the sections.

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As the sun began to set over the mountains to the west, Amelie brooded over the map. Every degree the blazing orb descended tightened the pit in her stomach. She dreaded nightfall and the ensuing dreams. Augras continued to taunt her in them, and she continued to desperately sate her needs, to no effect. Nor had her scouts had any luck in bringing her captives, though she knew they had to be near. Some of her teams were no longer returning, and the distances she had traveled alone meant she had to be drawing near. Amelie stifled a yawn and arched her sore back, gently lifting and squeezing her heavy breasts.

Even more concerning was that she hadn’t received a reply from any of the pigeons she had sent to the Duke of Lisene, the Sanodran commander. If Augras had been able to defeat the Sandorans, then the path to Orlous and Anna would be wide open, with nothing to stop them but the thick city walls. At least they’ve been reinforced, she thought, they’re stronger than they’ve ever been.

Amelie pushed her worries and fears away to focus on the problem at hand while she gently rubbed her nipples. The fact that her own scouts had been unable to capture any prisoners, or even catch sight of the enemy, suggested that she was being harried by light cavalry. A quick study of the map showed her where the enemy would be waiting to ambush her. Not far ahead the road would pass by the Elee Forest, thinly populated by pines with slopes and ravines to conceal enemy movements while providing visibility of the road. Fortunately she knew these lands better than any orc, and knew just the way to spring the trap they had set.

A devious, cunning smile spread across her lips as one hand drifted between her legs. An advance force will continue on head to spring the trap, she thought, and as soft sniggers erupted outside the tent she continued, and Pierre, Jean, and Francois will be among them. Her finger traced a line along the map, while the rest travel along this deer trail to descend on the orcs from behind to cut off their retreat once they commit themselves.

The Princess-Knight moaned softly, and then her eyes widened and she ripped her hand out of her pants. What am I doing, she wondered, but already knew the answer. Her body was hot, horny, and desperate. All day long she had been fighting her needs, though unsuccessfully. She was certain that some of her soldiers had noticed her grinding her saddle earlier as they rode, and more than once she had found their eyes on her bosom, which seemed to grow larger by the day.

She had already had to have her breastplate let out to accommodate it. Amelie would have thought she was pregnant if she didn’t know better. Brief panic gripped her when she thought of the night she had spent with the orc prisoner, but that was months ago and she was certain she hadn’t gotten pregnant from it. It’s Augras, she realized, some new part of his curse. It’s bad enough that I’m becoming as sex crazed as Jeanette, but now he’s giving me a body to match! She even worried that her strength was diminishing, and instinctively grasped the hilt of her sword to feel its power flow through her.

Another yawn escaped her lips, and a shudder went down her spine as she accidentally tasted the residue of her sex on her fingers after covering her mouth. I need to get some sleep before tomorrow, regardless of what dreams may come.

Amelie did not get the rest she sought. Her dreams were plagued by Augras, though not as clearly as it was the night they spoke. They were more surreal, with shifting landscapes, strange situations and stranger ‘activities’. When she woke her whole body was burning with need, and the only thing that kept her from calling in her guards was anticipation of capturing a prisoner who could better see to her needs.

Impossibly, the blistering arousal only grew throughout the day as she led her troop on horseback through the broken, uneven ground of the Elee Forest. It was all she could do to keep herself from grinding the saddle again, and truth be told she didn’t perfectly succeed. More than once through the morning she caught herself rolling her hips into the hard leather saddle, just at the base of the pommel.

Fortunately they found the likely ambush spot before midday, so the torture was not too onerous. Amelie could see her troops advancing along the road through the tree line, steadily approaching what she knew must be the ambush point. At the front of the column were Pierre, Jean, and Francois, just where she put them.

Guilt began to gnaw at her within her for setting them up to be on the front line. She had assured herself that it was normal, that someone would have to be in front. If it weren’t them, it would be someone else having to face the ambush head on. But deep inside she knew her motives weren’t pure. They had been loyal soldiers before she corrupted them, among the best in Thesta like the rest of her Falcon Guard. Now, because of her own weakness, she had set them up to die.

Amelie chewed her lip and stroked the grip of the sword. It’s too late to change it, they’re already committed she assured herself. But then she saw movement ahead, shadowy shapes snaking between trees. It’s them, she thought as she tightened her fingers around the grip. As she rode closer, the blurry figures solidified, becoming corded muscle on hulking frames. Her hot gaze traced the contours of their bodies as she pressed herself against the pommel of her saddle.

She kicked her courser’s flank and began racing forward in a daze, hungry to touch the hard bodies, though something tickled the back of her mind. It’s the horses, she thought first, why are there so many destriers? Light cavalry shouldn’t be on such a heavy horse. Then she noticed that the riders weren’t orcs, or even humans. Their flesh was dark, and their bodies too long. Centaurs! The thought snapped her aware, and she realized that she was darting through the forest towards the enemy.

I’ve sprung the trap too soon! She cursed herself, but the heat of battle soon quenched the heat in her loins and renewed her focus. I can make the best of this, and perhaps it will spare the men. She reached down to clasp the hilt of her sword again, drinking it its power. Amelie pulled out a javelin with her other hand, and squeezed her thighs tightly around her mount to steady herself. Taking careful aim, she threw the missile with a strength she never knew before.

It flew to its target, piercing the unprotected flank almost effortlessly and burying itself deep inside the centaur. He roared out in pain before collapsing, but before he even hit the ground Amelie had another javelin ready. A centaur with a heavy chain hauberk turned towards her and began to twirl his sling. Amelie launched her javelin first, and the point tip punched through the armor and tore into the monster’s chest.

The centaur cried out and released the sling to early, sending the bullet flying to the rear. A moment later though and another centaur loosed his sling, and Amelie had to duck as the bullet flew passed her. As the horse-men began to react to her charge, more stones cut through the air and sailed between trees. Behind her a sickening crunch and a dull groan told her that at least one had found its mark.

We need to close the distance quickly, she thought. Her people were skilled at throwing the javelins from horseback, but she knew they would never be as effective as the centaurs at launching a projectile from horseback. Her own troopers began to throw their javelins to varying effects. The centaurs made large targets it was true, but their heavy armor was hard to penetrate, especially when having to be thrown from a moving horse.

Amelie grabbed another javelin and scanned for a target, then let it loose. The missile thrust into the equine front of a leaping centaur, sending him crashing to the ground. Then she grabbed for the last one without pausing. The standard issue for a Thestan soldier was two javelins; but Amelie carried four. Ahead of her she saw a large centaur with a massive axe decorated with bright blue feathers. He was shouting orders, and taking him for the chief she readied her last javelin.

At the last moment a flash of movement and pure warrior’s instinct made her turn hard to the left and thrust the javelin instead. Amelie slammed it into the throat of a charging centaur, splashing blood across her gauntleted hand. The momentum of the beast-man carried him forward, nearly yanking Amelie off her courser. If not for the strength her sword gave her it might have pulled her arm right out of its socket, but she avoided that fate and nimbly steered her course around the stumbling carcass.

With no more javelins to throw Amelie unslung her shield and drew the iron sword. The power of the blade pulsing in her hand made her bold. Ordinarily she might pull back to better evaluate a new foe, especially one as radically different as a centaur. Instead, she eyed the chief again and spurred her horse onward.

Two centaur warriors moved to block her and protect the chief, a grim determined look on their faces rather than the lusty grin she had come to expect from her monstrous foes. She briefly wondered if they even knew she was a woman, before they were locked in combat. The one to her left swung his axe at her, but she deflected it with her shield while parrying the other centaur’s spear with her blade.

The greater reach of the centaurs prevented her from getting close enough to strike back, forcing her onto the defensive of blocking and parrying their strikes. Using her legs to guide the horse, she slowly moved backwards, planning to bring herself in line with her own forces so that one of her troopers could relieve her from the side. Again and again she turned their attacks, but before she could reach her own men for support the centaur with the spear thrust lower, piercing her courser in the side.

Her mount whinnied and began to pull away but was caught on the centaur’s spear. Sensing an opportunity, the other warrior moved forward to press an attack with his axe. Amelie swung her leg over the horse without thinking and kicked it toward the spear wielding centaur as she launched herself away. She slammed her shield into the other centaur’s axe to check the swing while slashing the iron sword along the beastman’s unarmored flank.

Amelie ignored the centaur as he cried out in his native tongue and followed up with another slash horizontally across the back of the creature’s horse body. The iron blade sank into the flesh, drinking deeply of the monster’s blood and severing his spine, causing him to collapse. She pivoted in place, turning to face the other centaur as he freed his spear, allowing her own mount to stumble away.

By the Abyss! She was going to have to fight the centaur dismounted, but also knew that was always going to be the case. She could hopefully find another horse after dealing with her foe. Once the courser had passed she sprinted forward, enjoying the look of surprise on the centaur’s face. Amelie knew she needed to close the distance quickly, and not give the horse-man room to charge. Sparks flew as her sword slashed across the centaur’s heavy chain shirt. He grunted from the impact, wincing away in pain from the blow.

I think I cracked a rib, she thought as she looked at the gouge in the centaur’s armor. Several of the iron ringlets had busted, but she hadn’t managed to penetrate the mail. Her iron sword was good, but not that good apparently. Amelie continue to close the distance not wanting to give the centaur space to use his spear.

The centaur kicked out with his foreleg, but Amelie twisted to the side and brought her shield down, slamming it into the joint. Another crack rang out and the centaur snarled in rage and pain. As he drew his spear back to thrust, Amelie swiped down sharply and cut the tip off the spear. She quickly drew the sword back to thrust at the centaur’s lower body when he grabbed her shield and started to push forward.

Amelie planted her feet into the ground to brace herself, but the horse-man continued to push her back, making her boots furrow into the ground. Seeing that this was getting her nowhere she chopped her sword again and slashed the centaur’s forearm, cutting through the flesh and down to the bone. As the centaur held his arm back, cradling it pain Amelie slashed again, slicing her blade just below his breastplate where his equine and Mincenntti bodies met.

As the centaur fell to the ground she brought the iron sword up again, and as its magic power coursed through her it came down again at the base of the centaur’s neck, decapitating the horseman. Before she could celebrate she was flying through the air, reeling after a massive weight slammed into her side.

Amelie crashed onto the ground and rolled until she hit a tree. She stumbled to her feet, head still ringing as the centaur chieftain wheeled around for another pass. Amelie kept the tree to her back so he couldn’t ride through her again, and readied her sword and shield. The centaur chieftain was quick to follow up on his charge and closed the distance with her, bringing his forelegs up in an attempt to squash her.

She raised her shield to stop block the attack, acting more from instinct than from a belief that the shield would stop the centaur from crushing her. The terrible sound of splintering wood resounded in the forest as the hooves smashed into her shield. It surprised her though that she managed to hold her arm up, and that the impact didn’t reverberate down her arm as much as she might have expected.

This sword is even better than I could have imagined! I’ll surely be able to defeat Augras with this! She swung the iron blade around as the chieftain broke off the attack, slicing deeply into his foreleg. He grunted in pain and stepped back, giving Amelie time to recover. She discarded her broken shield and held the iron sword in both hands.

The centaur swung his axe, but Amelie leaned back so it swung before her, then slashed forward. The magical sword cut through his bracer and into the flesh beneath. The chieftain growled in pain, pulling the arm back and holding the axe one-handed. “You must be the Princess-Knight everyone speaks of.” He leered at her. “I am Golinchkar, chief of all the centaurs. Augras has claimed you for his own, but he will give you to me if I put a foal in your womb first!”

Amelie was not one to banter with enemies, and instead of engaging with the centaur’s foolish boasting she pressed the attack. Golinchkar parried with the axe, and then countered but she easily dodged. She thrust the sword at his throat, but to her surprise the centaur caught the blade with his wounded hand.

Even as the magical sword cut through his fingers he brought the pommel of the axe down on her forearm, hitting her hard enough that her grip on the hilt loosened as her arm went numb. She tried to wrench it away, completing the task of severing his fingers. Another blow from the pommel of the axe knocked the blade from her hand and sent Amelie falling to the ground. The magically enhanced strength drained from her, leaving her feeling weak.

Golinchkar towered above her, his fat equine cock already dangling beneath him. Amelie swallowed at the sight of it. Though the sight of the masculine centaurs had precipitated driving her into battle, seeing it in all its glory up close send a shiver through her. Could I really take that she wondered?

Before she had a chance to find out she drew herself out of the stupor. I don’t need magic to beat him she thought as she drew her dagger. As he limped over she rolled to the side and plunged the dagger into the back of his wounded leg, crippling it. Amelie kept rolling so as not to be trapped beneath the centaur as he collapsed, then sprung to her feet and leapt atop the back of the centaur as he groaned in pain.

Before the chief even knew what had happened Amelie ran the edge of the dagger along his throat, opening it and spilling his life’s blood on the dirt. She threw him down contemptuously and then leapt off his back to retrieve her sword. As the power rushed through her reassuringly she looked around the battlefield. Jean and Pierre were leading the decoy squad into the forest to flank the centaurs, but with the death of their chief the beastmen were already starting to withdraw.

I sprung it to early, she thought sourly, and now more will escape. Still, the day was won, and as she spied four of her men throwing ropes around one of the fleeing centaurs she knew that the better victory was yet to come.

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Her nipples hardened in the night air, poking through her through as she stalked through the camp. A slight tremor rippled through her, and goosebumps formed on her bare legs as the tunic swept over her thighs. She was naked from the waist down, and her pussy was already tingling in anticipation. This is insane, she thought, though her pace didn’t slow. If anything it quickened as the excitement swelled up within her. I can’t believe I’m doing this. She had been thinking of nothing else since the battle, nothing except the centaur that her men had taken prisoner. Amelie always knew that she was going to fuck the next prisoner they found, hoping it would scratch her itch and give her the satisfaction she craved.

The Princess-Knight hadn’t expected a centaur though, and the thought had given her pause at first. Then she remembered the sight of their massive, muscular bodies and her imagination turned to the size of their cocks. It had been intimidating, but Amelie always loved a challenge. Indeed, the lewd voice in the back of her mind convinced her that she needed to overcome it as a matter of pride!

Stars twinkled brightly in the sky above her like a million tiny eyes, all watching her and what she was about to do. The thought sent a perverse thrill through her, even as she feared and dreaded the thought of one of her men catching her in the act with the prisoner.

Fortunately, most of her army was encamped outside the small village of Mirmeil that had been abandoned as the orcs approached. They’re probably all in Orlous now, safe behind the walls. At least, I hope they are. The prisoner had been confined in the village’s stable, with men posted outside to prevent any escape.

I should have dressed, then at least I could have sent the men away…now I’ll have to be quiet. Amelie’s fingers drifted over her nipples as the thought of letting loose, screaming in pleasure for all to hear consumed her imagination. Her other hand slid beneath her shirt as she crouched beside the blacksmith shop, stroking her pussy gently as she considered the best way to sneak into the building.

At least I had the presence of mind to not allow any of the guards inside the stable. She glanced to the side of the building, and saw an overturned barrel next to a window. That’s it, she thought. Amelie crept silently in the shadows, hugging the wall of the shop as she circled out of the line of sight of the guards. When the coast was clear, she sprinted forward, gliding like a mare, silent on her bare feet as she ran to the stable, then quickly scrambled hopped on the barrel and slipped through the window.

Chains rattled from the corner, and a heavy weight shifting made the walls of the stable creak. “Who there?” a deep voice rumbled in uncertain common tongue.

“Shhh” Amelie whispered as she rose from the ground and stepped out of the shadows. Her heart pounded furiously as she approached the centaur, drinking in the sight of the dark humanoid torso atop a black equine body. She didn’t have to explain; she knew her appearance and her scent conveyed everything that needed to be said. At least I had the foresight to have him chained.

Animal instinct and an overwhelming desire to breed swept over the centaur. His massive cock began to swell and slip free from his sheath. Despite the differences in their race and culture, the lewd grin that spread across his face was unmistakable. He walked forward, then snarled in frustration as the chains went taut when he reached the edge of their length.

“Not so loud” she whispered as she placed his hands on his chest. The centaur backed up slowly, his hooves clopping on the dirt floor.  The chains slackened enough for him to wrap his arms around her and grasp Amelie’s ass, groping it firmly as he lifted up her tunic. He lifted it up over her head impatiently wasting no time to strip the willing female.

Amelie’s breasts, seemingly larger every day, slapped against his chest as the shirt was pulled off her body. A week of built up lust with no release left her eager to begin, and as the centaur didn’t seem to need foreplay either she moved beneath his massive form. It took both hands to lift his cock, and it wasn’t even entirely hard yet. The girth of the shaft was thicker than her forearm, at least it’s softer, she thought as she gave it a squeeze. Her hands drifted up and down the length, jerking it slowly as she crouched down on her knees and bent over.

She guided the broad flat head between her legs and started to rub it against her wet, swollen pussy lips. The centaur whinnied and bucked his hips, grinding forward as he tried to push his dick inside. Despite her need, and despite the recent expansion in her sexual activities, the passage was too small to accept his cock, at least on this position.

Gripping the shaft more tightly, Amelie slapped it against her clit in frustration, whining in need at having come so close to relief but still getting denied. Her fist squeezed around the head, trying to condense the spongey flesh narrow enough to fit inside her sex. “Ah!” she cried out as her vaginal passage stretched, and though she was able to get the tip inside the top of her hand hit her labia, and when she tried to adjust his dick popped out of her again.

“What doing? Put in!” The centaur whinnied impatiently, pulling at the chains as he attempted to reach beneath himself to grab a hold of Amelie.

“It won’t fit!” She hissed back as she resumed stroking his cock while looking around the room, desperate to find a solution. Her eyes lit up as she spied a breeding stall across the way. She slipped out from beneath the centaur and walked into the stall, running her fingers over the wooden beams on the far end. Almost, almost, she thought, panting heavily in excitement. She dragged over a long bench and place it in the stall, then climbed atop it and grabbed onto the beams. “Here, now, come get it!”

The chains rattled again, and the bolts on the wall and floor groaned as the centaur pulled at them, trying desperately to get closer to the princess-knight. “Too far!” He groaned. The centaur’s muscled flexed as he strained forward, trying to rip the chains off the wall in order to get to his mare.

“No!” Amelie whined, “Not when we’re so close!” Her mind was swimming, and the burning lust spreading through her veins dimmed her mind and smothered rational thought. In a trance she pushed off the bench and walked to the wall, where some basic shoeing supplies were waiting. Amelie grabbed a hammer and a fistful of nails and moved to the wall. I don’t care, I don’t care, I need it! She angled the nails at the seam in the wall where the chains were bolted in and began to hammer them in, wedging in between the metal and the wall and creating enough give for the shackles to be pulled free.

“What in the darkness of the Abyss is going on there?” One of her guards shouted from the door.

Amelie sunk to the floor, her heart in her throat as she tried to hide from the sentry.

“Release! Release me!” The centaur shouted! He began to flex his arms forward, and Amelie quickly grabbed the metal base to create the illusion that it was still bolted into the wall.

“Stop pulling or we’ll hobble you! The commander wants you alive, but you don’t need legs to answer questions!” When the centaur appeared to settle down the guard left again.

“That was close…” Amelie whispered, mostly to herself, before crawling over to the breeding stall again.

“Be quiet. Try not sound like mare in heat.” The centaur muttered as he rotated his shoulders, enjoying the newfound freedom. He clopped over to Amelie, who had already positioned herself on the bench. He lifted his forelegs and placed them on the wooden beams, and positioned his flanks to bring his formidable cock to bear on the willing, wanton woman.

The new position left her body open to the beastman’s massive cock, and as the flat, broad tip prodded her pussy lips she reached beneath herself to spread them apart. I should have brought my sword…how am I going to take that thing without the strength it gives me was the last rational thought she had before the centaur slammed into her.  

Amelie bit her arm to keep from squealing too loudly as the inhumanely large dick thrust deep inside of her. The tip quickly impacted her cervix, which pushed her forward against the wooden beams, driving her hard into the makeshift wall as he thrust into her again and again. Her bare tits bounced and rubbed painfully again the coarse wood as she was forced forward. Without the enhanced strength from the iron sword she couldn’t push back against him.

The centaur’s massive frame kept her pinned against the bars as he rode her, riding and using her like a simple fuck hole. Of course she was loving every moment of it. “Aaaah! Mmmph! Ng!” Amelie had to bite harder to keep her moans under control as she was stretched and filled so deliciously. A year ago and she had never so much as fantasized about an orc, let alone contemplate taking something the size of a horse inside her. Now she was being impaled by a centaur and on the verge of cumming deliriously.

The lewdness of it all was too much for her. Between her sex getting ravaged and wrecked by the centaur, the once narrow tunnel stretched unimaginably wide so that every never ending was stimulated, and the sheer depravity of mating with a beastman prisoner where any of her soldiers could find her was a humiliation so exquisite she had to give in.

Her first climax exploded within her, making her shudder violently around the centaur’s dick. Her pussy pulsed against it, rippling up and down the length as she convulsed in ecstasy. The centaur, whose name she had never even learned, continued to fuck her relentlessly. His powerful thrusts split her thighs apart, and threatened to fracture her hips as he jammed himself inside her.

Amelie began climaxing again, and then with each smash of his dick against her cervix another aftershock rippled through her, drowning her in pleasure as he fucked her senseless. Her gigantic tits continued to mash against the wooden bars, and as her hard nipples rubbed against the rough surface extra painful chills of delight ran through her.

The Queen was so lost in the mind numbing orgasms that she barely noticed when the centaur’s cock twitched and started to unleash a torrent of hot centaur seed to flood her abused sex. She didn’t even notice when he pulled out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open, stretched to the limit leaking cum like water pouring out of a fountain.

It wasn’t until she heard a sundering of wood as the centaur smashed through the wall of the stable and galloped into the night that she regained her senses. She rushed to stand, but her weak knees betrayed her and she stumbled off the bench, which tipped over and spent her spilling into the dirt with another crash.

Amelie’s heart stopped her in chest as she waited in dread for the guards to come bursting into the stable. Seconds passed as she contemplated her humiliation and ruin before she heard the shouts of her men. Fortunately, they had the sense to chase after the fleeing prisoner before investigating the prison. Their pursuit of the runaway centaur allowed her to pull herself off the floor. She waddled bowlegged across the room to grab her tunic, and then slipped back out the window she entered into, leaving a trail of cum splattered across the floor.

I have to hurry, she thought, they’ll want to report to me that the centaur escaped, and I don’t want to be looking like this when they do!