“But I would advise you to be content with the picture and not go to Mistveil.”
“I have to go,” I retorted. Above us, her huge wings also kept the rhythm, beating the air. After a few hundred steps, I reached the sign bearing the village name; it was rusty and ready to fall off the post where it was stuck, but I could see that it still showed 29 inhabitants, which I found curious. For those of you who don’t know what a centaur is, let me explain it in just a few words. A grave was dug for them, a few words from the Bible were read and then they were buried after a cross was put on their heads. In front of me walked Beauty herself and I walked hypnotized behind her. She moaned slightly, overcome with pleasure, and after finding her rhythm, began to move frantically over my cock. If I didn’t get out of her hands there, I was going to die on them, and in a few days, the people in the hamlet where Bill’s grandfather lived would find my body naked and crushed. That’s why everyone was running away from me today. Just as I was getting completely discouraged, the mist began to clear and above me, the sun rose.
