You have been travelling for a long time over the vast steppes of Nogis, driven by a goal known only to yourself. You were able to avoid most of the dangers of the wilderness, but eventually you had to face a real threat.

The first alert was a cloud of dust on the horizon, but it wasn't enough to really make you worry. What did was the approaching sound of heavy foots hitting the ground and the small vibration of the floor underneath you. When you looked at the cloud again, you could make a shiluette of a man on a horse... no, a half-man, half-horse galloping in you direction. A whip in his hand ready to strike you down. A centaur. One from a wild tribe. You don't have much time to react, as he is approaching fast.

You are fast and agile, but the centaur is even faster and more agile on his hooves. He easily dodges your attempt to escape. "Pathetic animal!" he spits at you, barely keeping himself from using an insult directed at your gender. His whip lashes out again, this time wrapping around one of your legs. The pain is intense as he yanks you off the ground with all his strength.

"Now where do we take this little prize?"

The centaur barks out a harsh, mocking laugh at your plea. "Of course you'll return! You're probably just on some stupid quest to prove that you're better than us!" He shakes his head in disgust before glancing down at his engorged cock. "And even if I let you go, this will still need to be taken care of."

Before you can react further, he roughly yanks your body up onto the back of his horse.

"You'll pay for that," you growl at her as you roughly pick her up and place her on your horse. You grip her tightly, reveling in the feel of your powerful arms around her slim form. "Back to camp we go."

You ride hard and fast back to your camp at the center of the steppes, making sure that your captive understands just who is in control here. The mare beneath you struggles weakly against your grip, but it only serves to fuel your desire for dominance. When you finally reach camp, you toss her roughly off your horse and onto the ground at the feet of some of your warriors.

"I found this one wandering through our territory," you inform them proudly, "She'll make a fine addition to our tribe."

The centaurs surrounding you laugh at your pathetic pleas as their master stomps a hoof in disgust. "Shut up, mare!" he growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back painfully. "You're going to be ours now, whether you like it or not."

His grip on your hair tightens as he forces you to look up at his face. His expression is cold and unyielding, the eyes of a predator satisfied with its prey.

You smile coldly at her submission, taking it as proof that she knows her place. The other centaurs around you chuckle darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Good," you say before releasing her hair and stepping back slightly. "Now then, you'll be staying in my tent tonight." You motion for one of the brawnier warriors to grab her arm and lead her away. As they begin to drag her across the encampment, she winces in pain at every movement.

When you reach your tent, the other centaurs outside exchange knowing glances and snickers before dispersing to their own quarters for the night. The warrior holding onto your arm roughly pushes you inside, casting a look of amusement at his master as he does so. You stumble forward, landing on all fours in the dimly lit interior.

"Well then," comes the centaur's voice from behind you, "Let me help you get comfortable."

The centaur laughs darkly at your futile attempt to escape. He grabs you roughly by the hair once more and yanks you back against his powerful body. "Don't even think about it," he growls into your ear, the hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. With one arm still holding onto your hair, he uses the other to forcefully strip you of your clothes.

Naked and exposed, you are completely at his mercy. "Now then," he continues, running his hand possessively over your body, "

The centaur continues to run his hand possessively over your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Since you're going to be staying with me tonight, I think it's only fair that we get better acquainted." He slides a finger between your lips, teasing your entrance before pushing inside roughly. You cry out in pain as he takes you roughly, filling you with his brutal strength.

"Ahh," he growls in satisfaction, "

The centaur continues to thrust into you roughly, his powerful hips slapping against yours as he takes what he believes is rightfully his. You cry out in pain and pleasure, unable to match his strength or resist the overwhelming desire he's planted inside you. He laughs darkly at your struggles, relishing the feeling of complete dominance.

As he nears climax, he pulls roughly on your hair, forcing your head back as he growls obscenities into your ear.

You grip the furs beneath you tightly as he takes you roughly, your nails digging into the material as you try to find purchase against his strength. Your body arches involuntarily as he hits a spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your aching form. His hips slap harder against yours, driving him deeper with each thrust.

"Take it!" he growls, his voice thick with lust and triumph. "Take what's yours."

The centaur growls in satisfaction as he feels your body tensing beneath him. His thrusts become even more furious and powerful, his hips slapping against yours like a battering ram. With one hand still gripped tightly in your hair, he reaches down between your bodies with the other and roughly pinches at your nipple, rolling it roughly between his fingers.

"Cum for me!" he demands, his voice harsh and commanding. "Let me feel every last drop!"