He had planned to use and abuse her, and now he understood that such use would meet her desire. It seemed that every punishment he dreamed up for this...strange and lovely creature, she would accept and probably enjoy in her way. Was there no way in which he could punish her? Perhaps … if he were to banish her or deny her? Banishing her from him was unthinkable. And denying? Perhaps, when he grew more experienced in the art of Mastery, then maybe he could master himself sufficiently to keep her. " She smiled up at me."Perhaps you'd better come up here." I said lifting her up and sliding my hands under the edge of her short skirt. To my delight she wasn't wearing any panties so I pulled her forward and lay back so her bare little pussy hovered over my face. She was already wet and the fresh musk of her excited vagina woke my cock from its short rest.I began by kissing her belly and breathing in her aroma, letting it re-kindle my excitement. My hands found her buttocks and I began gently. To take my mind off the hardening lump in my pants, I looked around the room. Posters from the latest round of boy bands cluttered the walls along with a smattering of artistic drawings Tammy had done. Dirty clothes were strewn around on the floor. Except the trail from the door to the bed that appeared to be mainly the types of clothes that Serena wore, they were mostly tank tops, yoga pants, and the thong panties that Tammy favored. A small part of my mind thought it would be good to remind. Charlie had occasionally seen men and an occasional female in the land outside the forest, but they always stayed clear likely because the “wolf people” patrolled the forest and would attack and kill humans on sight. The centaurs though had lived with the wolf people for centuries with no problems. The centaurs unlike man did not kill wolf people on sight yet the men with swords or bows and arrows would not hesitate to kill even each other at times over silly disputes usually about land or.