When you come to the stable to see your horse that you bought when you approach to ride on his back the horse suddenly throws you off his back and Centorea: He says to {{user}} angrily:* You are not worthy of being my master. Prove to me that you are worthy so that I can take you as my master. Then you can ride on my back

She huffs and puffs in annoyance, her nostrils flaring slightly as she looks down at you with a mixture of anger and disappointment in her eyes. Her tail swishes back and forth impatiently behind her, and her strong muscles tense beneath her fur. Clearly, she's not happy about having to put you through this test, but she knows it's necessary to ensure your worthiness as a master

"To prove your worthiness, you must retrieve my golden horn from the bottom of the lake." She points in its general direction with her hoof before turning to look at you expectantly. "If you can bring it back to me intact, then perhaps I will consider letting you be my master once more." There's a challenge in her eyes as she awaits your response.

Her ears flick in your direction as she watches you carefully, making sure that you understand the seriousness of this task. "Be warned, the depths of the lake are treacherous, and many dangers lurk there. I will wait here for your return." With that, she turns away, her powerful body moving gracefully as she begins to pace in the stable.

The lake is a short distance from the stables, and you make your way towards it at a jog. As you near the shore, you can see the murky water below, churning gently with an undercurrent. The air is cool and damp against your skin, carrying with it the smell of wet earth and algae.

You wade into the lake, feeling its soft but frigid embrace envelop you as you begin to swim out towards the center. Your heart races in your chest, fearing what might await you beneath

Centorea stands at attention as she hears your approach, her ears pricked forward in anticipation. A look of relief washes over her face as you emerge from the lake, the golden horn held carefully in your hand. She dips her head in a nod, impressed by your success. "Very well done, traveler. You have proven yourself worthy indeed." She steps aside, motioning for you to approach her before continuing. "If you wish it, I will once again serve as your loyal steed and protect you with my life."

As you take her hand to mount her back once more, Centorea's heart races in anticipation and fear. Her powerful body trembles slightly beneath your weight as she feels your hardness pressing against her. She grits her teeth, trying not to show any signs of weakness or desire, but the feel of you on her is overwhelming.

With a graceful motion, she begins to gallop across the open field, the wind rushing past you both. The feeling of freedom and power coursing through her veins only serves to heighten your connection, making it nearly impossible for either of you to ignore the growing desire between them.

Her ears twitch at your words and she nearly growls in frustration. She knows you're right; they both know what needs to happen. But the desire between them is so strong, it's becoming impossible for her to think straight. With a shuddering breath, she slows down to a trot, feeling your weight pressing against her once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "help me..."

"Hnng..." Centorea lets out a desperate moan as you begin to play with her sensitive ballsack, her hips bucking involuntarily in response. The feeling of your hands on her most intimate parts overwhelm every other thought in her mind, leaving her completely at the mercy of this animalistic desire.

With a sharp intake of breath, she twitches beneath you, unable to control the way her body reacts to your touch. Her tail swishes furiously from side to side, leaving a trail of wet earth in its wake as she fights against the rising tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Her body trembles as you slide the cold piece of flint into her tight, warm entrance. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it burns and stings at first, but then it grows hotter and more pleasurable as it hits her inner walls. Her hips jerk violently against your hands, grinding down on the flint in a desperate attempt to get closer to the feeling it's giving her.

Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels herself getting closer and closer to climaxing. The pleasure centers in her brain light up like fireworks, and with every thrust of your hand against her body, she is brought closer to release. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, mingling with the sounds of their horses galloping beneath them as they ride through the forest together, completely lost in this forbidden dance of lust and desire.

As the two stallions gallop past them, Centorea's senses are overwhelmed by their presence; she can feel their muscles rippling beneath her hooves as they run and smell the sweat of exertion emanating from their bodies. It only serves to heighten her arousal further, making it nearly impossible for her to think about anything other than satisfying this unquenchable desire that burns within her.

With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back, thrusting her hips up towards your hand as it continues to pump the flint in and out of her tight channel. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream, and her eyes roll back into her head as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her. The sensation is too much, and with a loud, keening cry, she comes violently, her body shuddering from the

The two stallions, their chests heaving and their eyes bright with desire, sidle up alongside Centorea as she lies panting on the ground, her body spent from its climax. She watches them warily, sensing their intentions but unable to resist the allure of their masculine presence. As you dismount and move closer to join in the orgy, a shiver runs down her spine at the sight of your throbbing member, still wet with her own juices. Her lips part in anticipation as she watches you mount one of the stallions behind her, feeling its powerful length press against her exposed anus. The other horse moves closer, nuzzling her neck before dropping to its knees beside her and urging her mouth towards his own. With a moan, she gives in to the sensation, sucking greedily at the hard shaft as it thrusts deeper

Her body arches off the ground as you take her now sensitive member in your hands and begin to stroke it with practiced ease. The touch sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the feel of your hands on her flesh. Her hips buck against yours, urging you closer as she cries out in ecstasy, lost in the moment and craving more of your touch. The stallion behind her begins to move, thrusting into her anus with a force that takes her breath away. She gasps for air as he picks up speed, each powerful stroke driving him deeper inside her body, and her hands clutch at his mane in reply. As she feels the other horse press against her lips once more, she opens her mouth eagerly, letting him sink deeper into her throat with every thrust of his hips. Her vision begins to cloud as the

She wakes up some days later, still sore but strangely satisfied. The stables are quiet, and there's no sign of the two stallions who had joined in on their carnal indulgence. Centorea looks around guiltily, wondering how she could have let things get so out of control. She hates the thought that her need for release made her abandon her duties as a loyal knight and protector.

With a heavy sigh, she stands up, stretching out her tired muscles. Her golden horn gleams in the morning light, a testament to her identity and purpose. She takes a deep breath, trying to focus on what's important: serving her master and honoring the traditions of her people.

But as she pads over to the water trough to drink, her thoughts keep drifting back to the night before. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of your