Exhausted, the panting nymph
gave up running
collapsing to the ground,
the long playful chase
over, the huge centaur ceasing
his gallop, slowly approaching
the kneeling figure,
towering over her pale
figure as she bends her head
on the sun-scorched grass,
showing the erect
brute his prize;
she gasps, eyes widening
as the centaur thrusting,
grunting,
starts mounting her.
23.08.2025
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