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Letting out a loud sigh of frustration, Liam slowly leaned back onto his ankles, feeling his knees ache and protest in stiffness. He had been down on his hands and knees for so long that all of his joints were beginning to throb, and he slowly wiped the dirt and sweat from his brow, feeling the blazing sun blasting against his back.

"Dammit..." Liam whispered, sensing his short, spiked hair beginning to stick to his scalp from the amount of sweat pouring from his frame.

Needless to say, it was a hot day. The sun was shining so violently that Liam could have easily fried eggs on a nearby stone, and honestly, it was one of the warmest days that Liam had experienced in quite some time. Several boiling days before, every member of Liam's crew had abandoned him, leaving Liam to sweep and dig on his own, which was the reason he had been in the smoldering sun for several straight hours. He was trying to catch up on his work schedule while also failing miserably.

Looking off toward the horizon, Liam could see the peaks of several small buildings, marking the tiny town he temporarily called home. He was on the outskirts of Greece, trying desperately to dig up any remains that could put his name into an international museum. Liam was an archeologist, and his specialties revolved around mythology. He loved digging up ancient artifacts from the Greek reign that depicted gods of all kinds, and typically, museums were willing to pay top dollar for whole specimens. Unfortunately, whole pieces of anything were hard to come by and were often buried deep in the hard soil under layers of rock and grime. Liam had been working in the same one hundred foot square area for several weeks with nothing to show for it, which was the main reason that his crew had abandoned him, saying there was no use in "looking for shit that isn't there."

Keeping optimistic, Liam refused to give up. Earlier in the year, he had found a golden coin with Greek symbols and writing, and his stomach and instinct told him there was something more to be found. Although, sometimes he wondered if he was mistaking his optimism for the aching need to become famous and rich.

Slowly standing to his feet, Liam tried to steady himself completely before even attempting to move his legs. His body was fatigued, and as his posture straightened, he felt a bit dizzy, knowing that his head had been down toward the ground for too long, and he had definitely neglected to take a few water breaks. Putting one foot in front of the other, Liam walked toward his Ford Ranger, remembering what a pain it had been to ship overseas.

He opened the passenger door and grabbed his water bottle before turning around to face the large, open field he had been excavating. He could see the square of pink surveyor tape that stretched a hundred feet on each side, and for a moment, he considered expanding his search area before lifting the bottle to his cracked lips. The water felt like heaven rolling over his tongue and coating his throat before pooling in his empty stomach. It was cool and refreshing even after sitting in the hot car for hours, and he slowly turned around, staring at his lunch box. He knew what it held. He had stopped at the deli earlier that day, getting one of their sandwich specials to eat, but he was too anxious for food.

Shifting his weight forward, Liam started heading back to his excavation area, but his body screamed of overuse, and he knew in that moment that his work would have to wait. Through his many years of digging and searching, he had learned only one lesson completely. The lesson he took to heart was knowing when to turn in for the night, because if an archeologist's eyes were not sharp, he or she could miss one small detail that could lead to several large treasures. Of course, he had covered several feet of land in the many hours he had worked. So, he had no reason to fret about his accomplishments for the day, and with one final sigh, he walked around the car, climbing into the driver's seat and driving to his hotel room.

Opening the hotel door, Liam slid the card back into his wallet before gazing around at the tiny but decadent room. There was one bed pushed back against the wall, accompanied by a desk, a television with a dresser underneath, and a closet. It wasn't much, but he had been calling the room home for several weeks. Putting his keys onto the dresser under the television, Liam noted that his bed had been changed and folded neatly, complete with a few chocolates on each pillow. The maid had been in.

Flopping onto the bed, Liam ate his sandwich while watching the local weather channel. His body was so tired that he didn't even taste the turkey or swiss sliding down his throat, and with each bite, he sank more and more into the mattress below. He finished his meal, crumpled the wrapping paper into a tiny ball, and threw it across the room, watching as the paper bounced off of the rim of the trash can and rolled across the floor. Any other day he would have gotten up to retrieve it, but his body refused. He could feel his eyes becoming heavier by the moment, threatening to snap closed in an instant, and just before he passed into a restful sleep, he caught the tail end of a weather report, speaking of a large storm coming to the area.

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As Liam lifted himself from the mattress, he peered from side to side, feeling his muscles relaxed and rested. He had not set an alarm before he drifted off into sleep, and immediately, panic began to swell in his chest. Turning his head, he could see that the sky behind the closed curtains was still dark. There was no sunlight filtering in through the window, but although his eyes told him that it was early morning, his internal clock knew better. Frantically, he snapped his eyes back and forth, trying to find his cell phone. Luckily, he found it buried under a fold of the comforter, and as he turned it on, the screen displayed a large clock, showing it was almost one in the afternoon.

"No! What the hell?" He asked himself, feeling more confused by the second. Were his eyes wrong, or was his phone broken?

Swinging his legs off of the bed, Liam walked to the hotel window, shoving the curtains to the side. It was then that he could see what his eyes couldn't before. It wasn't dark outside because the sun hadn't risen into the sky. It was dark outside because the clouds above were swirling with hues of gray and black as rain beat against the window. The glass was so thick that he couldn't even hear the rain, and although he could see flashes of lightning in the distance, he couldn't hear or feel the rumble that was supposed to follow.

"I guess there goes the day." Liam whispered, outwardly cursing the weather while secretly relishing the time to rest.

He spent the rest of the day watching television, ordering movies, and eating room service. Most people would have been interested in the culture of the smaller town he was staying in, but Liam wasn't intrigued in the least to explore anything other than the ground. After dinner, he spent several hours drawing a map of where he had been digging, and he noted on the map with large, red X's where he wanted to go when the weather improved. Occasionally, he would glance outside to see how the weather was looking, but each time he peeked, the weather seemed to get worse. The sky continued to swirl while rain poured down like a waterfall and lightning struck the ground. Liam eventually crawled under his mattress and set his alarm for ten in the morning, hoping that when he woke up, the sun would be shining brightly to greet him.

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To Liam's surprise, the sun was filtering in through the curtains over the window when his eyes opened to the gentle chirping of his alarm. He had expected the storm to continue for several days, putting him far behind schedule, but he was grateful to whoever stopped the rain.

"Time to get to work!" He cheered, quickly getting up to put on another pair of cargo shorts and a white, button up top that could easily keep him cool in the sun.

Cheerful, Liam completed his regular routine. He left the hotel, grabbed a sandwich from the shop next door, and drove to his excavation site, wondering what kind of damage the storm could have caused. He spent the ride in silence until he pulled up to the large, taped off area, holding the sheet of paper he had drawn the night before in his hands.

"Shit..." Liam whispered, gazing through his windshield.

It was worse than he had imagined. The area that he had spent so much time digging was nothing more than a pool of muddy water. His heart began to ache as he realized all of his work was literally sinking, and for a moment, he thought his crew had been right.

Stepping out of the car, Liam walked to the edge of the large pond, wondering if any wild life had already made a home inside the swirling water. All he could do was stare.

"Guess there is no museum spot for me..." Liam sighed, taking a few steps around the borders of his tape.

As he walked the border, he opened his drawing and peered at the red X's. There was no way he could explore the areas he wanted to, but he knew that he could expand instead. Peaking above the sheet, Liam began to mentally mark his new area until his foot caught a large rock, making him stumble forward. Luckily, he caught his balance, and as he turned back to look at what had caught his foot, he let out a soft gasp as realization sparked inside him. He had walked the border of his excavation site hundreds of times, if not thousands. The ground had been smooth and free of debris the day before, but he could see several jagged rocks peeking out from the surface, and he smiled, feeling as If he was in a brand new place he had never seen before. Turns out, the storm had done Liam a favor. The heavy rain and wind had washed away several inches of surface soil. What would have taken him weeks to accomplish, a storm did in just a few simple hours.

With new found excitement, Liam hurried to his truck to get is tools. His mind was reeling from all the new possibilities that had appeared simply overnight. However, his thoughts were clouding his mind so much that he almost missed the glint of metal as he walked back toward the rock that had tripped him. He stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning his head to peek at the sparkle in the ground.

Dropping his tools, Liam sped to the shining object. At first, he was angry, thinking someone had been to his site and dropped a coin or a small piece of a wrapper, but as he began fingering away the dirt around the small, metal object, he could see it was much more. Excited, he ran back to his tools, picking up all of his brushes and chisels. He spent the next half hour getting the metal fragment out of the ground, and as his heart swelled with pride, he could see that the artifact resembled several other pieces of plates that had been recovered from a town only fifty miles west of his current location. He held his ticket to fame.

"Yes! Oh God yes! This is it! I can finally be famous."

His eyes dilated with energy as if he had just drank two energy drinks back to back in a matter of minutes. He could literally feel the surge of excitement pulsing with his blood, and he eagerly dug, finding piece after piece of several more plates. Oddly enough, after digging for several hours, he was beginning to see a pattern. The pieces he was finding were all in a trail, generally leading in the same direction for several feet and never widening more than six inches. It was almost like someone had left him breadcrumbs to follow to a much bigger discovery.

After seeing the pattern, Liam ignored the small fragments, digging only to find the general direction that each group of fragments was taking him, and after walking almost a mile on wet, slick mud, he came upon what seemed to be the top of an old cave or tunnel. The rain had only washed away enough area for someone to crawl through, leaving the rest of the entrance underground. Peering over his shoulder, Liam could barely make out his truck in the distance. If he crawled inside and got stuck, there was no one to save him or help him, but if he crawled in and found treasure, he would be rich.

Pulling his cell phone from his back pocket, Liam turned on the flashlight app, watching as his phone illuminated the oval opening. He could make out the crawl space, but the space extended about fifty feet before opening into darkness, and Liam took a deep breath, deciding to go for it. He leaned down, getting on his stomach and held the phone in his right hand, army crawling through the tight tunnel until he reached the end where the mouth opened up. He could see with his phone that it opened up into a small cave, and he wiggled further, finally getting to the other side.

In the cave, there was enough room for him to stand, and he lifted his phone once more, shining it onto the walls. Oddly enough, the walls were smooth, almost as if they were carved. He had never seen a cave quite like that one. He turned in several directions until he saw the larger opening, almost the size of a regular door, and as he stepped closer, he could see it was the entrance to some sort of ancient building that had been long buried in the sand and mud.

"I'm going to be fucking rich!" Liam cheered, walking deeper into what could possibly be his tomb.

Noticing the architecture, Liam realized that the structure was build almost as if it were a catacomb tunnel, and as he looked from side to side, he could see several markings on the walls that resembled paintings of Greek Gods. Reaching over, he dusted the wall with one of his hands, leaning his phone closer to the wall. Dust flew left and right, temporarily clouding his vision until it settled. The painting before him was faded, but he could barely make out a lightning bolt in the drawn figure's hand.

"Zeus!" He squealed, practically wanting to break out into a dance.

Eagerly, he continued walking faster toward the end, losing all of his training on caution and simply wanting to discover. Soon, walking turned to sprinting, but Liam never slowed. Painting after painting lined the small tunnel walls, and he could hardly believe his eyes. His mind was turning, making a mental list of everyone he would thank in his speeches at his museum exhibit and everyone he would make fun of--his ex-crew for example. He was so busy thinking about his future that he quickly reached the end of the tunnel, and as he stepped on a large crack in the floor, it was too late to jump back. His foot fell through into thin air underneath, leaving him to grab and grasp at the crumbling rock around him. At first, he thought he could pull himself to safety, but just as he shifted his weight, the whole floor collapsed, sending him crashing down into a black abyss.

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Slowly creeping back to consciousness, Liam began to open his eyes, narrowing them to slits before trying to blink a few times. There was still dirt and dust raining from above to cover his face, making his eyes itch as his head throbbed. He could see a small line of light illuminating the hole above him, and he knew that he had fallen close to thirty feet. Liam turned toward the light, making sure to take his time in case something was broken. All of his muscles shifted and creaked as he tried to sit up. Nothing seemed broken, but his back and head were throbbing with pain. Liam could see his cell phone light was still shining toward the ceiling, but as he picked it up, the phone itself was completely broken. The screen remained black no matter how hard Liam tried to push it, and with a yell of frustration, he threw his phone toward the opposite wall. There was an instant feeling of regret as his phone shattered into pieces, casting darkness over Liam.

"Fuck... What have I done?" Liam screeched, seeing his own death flash before his eyes.

Liam shivered, feeling anxiety begin to build inside of his muscles. He was seconds from a panic attack, but as he nervously glanced around himself, he could see a faint glow in the distance. At first, he thought that it was just his vision playing tricks on him, but as the light persisted, he quickly shot to his feet and stumbled toward the illumination. As he rounded the corner, he could see that there was a hallway that stretched at least a hundred feet before him, lined with gems embedded in both sides of the wall every ten feet. Approaching the first one, Liam reached out, brushing the tips of his fingers against the glowing stone in the wall. It was shaped like a diamond and extended three inches from the surrounding stone. The gems were what casted the light, shining in a soft teal. It was warm to the touch, and Liam let out a sigh of amazement.

"Where am I?" He asked himself, placing his left hand onto the wall to help guide his steps.

He figured that if the stones came to a dead end, he could simply follow them back to where he had fallen through. People would come looking for him when he didn't return to his hotel. They would find his truck, and they would begin a search party to find the hole he had crawled in and where he had fallen. So, he saw no harm in exploring until that time.

The gems spanned several different hallways, each turning in a different direction from the last. Liam had been following the trail for at least a half hour, and he was beginning to feel as if he was a tiny rat stuck inside an experimental maze, but just as he was about to turn around, he heard something new. Up until that moment, he had only heard the rhythmic thump of his own feet walking over the stone floor, but as he listened carefully, he swore that he could hear the soft tap of hooves against the ground. It was echoing down one of the nearby hallways, and he wondered if there was an opening to some sort of farmland nearby.

As he turned down the last hallway, he could see a flickering light in the distance, and his heart leapt. It was fire. It had to be. His steps quickened, and as he turned the hallway, he expected to see the opening of a cave with several people sitting around a campfire. However, what he saw astonished him.

Before him stood a large room, and Liam realized each hallway that he had traveled lead him deeper and deeper underground, because the ceiling of the room expanded high above his head and stretched out like a palace ballroom. The walls were decorated with the same colorful, ancient paintings as the one he had seen before he fell, and lining the walls were large torches, each one too wide to even fit into his hands. All of them were burning brightly, sending flames and warmth dancing across the stones. Liam's eyes continued to wander over extensive and beautiful furniture, hand crafted and old. There were chairs that he had only seen in movies where roman kings and princes lounged, laying their heads back and letting their women feed them grapes and other delicacies. There were vases on every pillar, all of them a rich shade of brown clay with etched paintings and swirls. Liam could feel his mouth going dry as he gazed upon the find of a lifetime, and as he approached one of the vases, he couldn't help but tear up. His eyes swelled with tears and happiness as his fingertips danced over the pottery, but just as he was about to pick it up, several clicks resonated close behind him.

It sounded just like a horse, and as he turned around, his eyes widened and bulged while his lips twitched, holding in a cry of terror. The creature behind him slowly lifted his hand, showing he meant no harm, but Liam couldn't control his confusion. His head was spinning, and for a moment, he thought that he was still unconscious at the bottom of the hole he had fallen through.

"Holy...What...? I'm dreaming. There is no way this is real." Liam said to himself, placing both of his hands over his eyes and vigorously rubbing, hoping to wake himself.

"I will wait as you regain yourself." The creature spoke, shifting on the stone. "May I ask how you ventured into my temple?"

"You can talk?!" Liam yelled, looking at the creature before him.

Liam had only seen the creature in paintings and pictures of ancient Greek mythology. That's how he knew that he had to be dreaming. There was no way a creature like that could be alive.

"Of course I can. I am not a barbarian." The centaur spoke softly, shifting all four of his legs in a bit of agitation as he stared down at the human. "My name is Alastair, defender of man."

The centaur stood several feet above Liam's head. At first glance, he appeared to be only a very tall, handsome man with his hair as black as onyx, dancing across his shoulders and down his back like a horse's mane. However, poking through his hair were two pointed, wide horse ears, standing straight and alert. His stallion ears were the only clue on the male's face that he was not human, but as Liam glanced down his frame, the male's waist was replaced with the broad shoulders and body of a stallion. The stallion part of him was lean with a sandy colored hue. Liam also noted that his upper body was just as muscled as the stallion, each muscle bulging as he gripped onto a large staff that curled around a glowing stone at the top. Liam instantly recognized the stone as the same type that had lined the hallways.

"My name's Liam. I um... fell through a hole." He said quickly, trying to swallow his nervousness even though his mouth was bone dry.

"Are you hurt?" Alastair asked, swaying his long tail behind him.

"I don't think so. I do have to admit this is a very vivid dream though." He laughed to himself.

"Liam, you are not dreaming. This is my temple. I am one of the few centaurs left. I could be the only one left as far as I am aware. It has been over a century since I have seen anyone other than myself."

"I'm...not unconscious?"

"No human."

"Fuck..."

"Follow me. I have plenty of food for nourishment and drink for your thirst. I can show you around the temple once you have settled in. I must admit that it will be nice to have company for a while. I can then return you to the human realm." Alastair turned and began to walk toward the other end of the large palace room.

As the centaur began to trot, Liam cleared his throat, taking notice that the male stallion was not wearing any sort of covering on either part of his body. It was then that Liam could see the large orbs below the stallion's tail, and he peered away, trying to look in any other direction than toward the centaur's groin.

Alastair led Liam down several hallways, each lined with the same glowing stones as before. Liam had several questions, but his mind was still spinning in circles, leaving him speechless and only able to follow the male in hopes of getting replenished.

"Here we are." Alastair spoke, holding out his right hand to gesture toward the long, limestone dining table. It spanned the entire room, but only the left end was decorated with food, showing Liam that Alastair had told the truth. He was the only one present. "I do not have a feast, but there is enough for you and me."

"T-Thanks." Liam whispered, walking to the table. He could see several hunks of meat accompanied with sour smelling cheeses and fruits.

Slowly, he nibbled on everything, trying to get energy as well as trying to see if he was truly awake. He had never eaten in his dreams before, and as the food filled his stomach, the feeling began to sink in. He really was awake, and he wasn't sure if he should panic or be amazed.

"What the hell is this place?" Liam asked, taking several grapes into his mouth.

"Centuries ago, this was a sacred temple. It was meant to be a place of prayer for all the Greek gods, and it was guarded by several centaurs, myself included. I was known as the defender of man, and I spent my life trying to protect those in need, but as in all things, humans moved away from our way of life, and soon, they stopped praying to us. They stopped their sacrifices, and most importantly, they no longer needed my kind. I stayed in the temple. However, time and weather pushed the whole temple underground, slowly covering my home in sand and dust. There were other centaurs that tried to wander the land, but they were feared instead of worshiped, and many of them lost their lives."

Liam began to drink from a goblet, tasting a very fine, aged wine on his tongue. The first few sips alone made his head spin in delight, and he eagerly began to eat more, starting to pick at the meat.

"That's very sad." Liam began, looking into the centaur's golden eyes that seemed to radiate warmth and welcome.

Alastair remained still, carefully watching the human. He knew humans well, and he knew how their greed could grow exponentially. It was apparent by the constant switching of Liam's eyes that he was sizing up the treasures, trying to calculate what he could take without the centaur noticing.

"Indeed. Do you like my palace?" Alastair asked, stepping closer as he approached the human, formulating his own thoughts on how to handle the situation. If he let the human go, he could possibly return with others, destroying one of the last sacred temples that existed.

"It's beautiful. I've been searching my whole life for this!" Liam laughed in happiness, letting out a soft sigh as he glanced at several jewels in the center of the table, each one sparkling in the firelight from the torches on the wall. "Say, how do you even know English? Didn't you say that you've been down here for centuries?"

"I am otherworldly. I know all the languages of the Earth and of the Heavens." Alastair answered, tightening his grip on the staff between his fingers as he felt a slight stir in his groin. It had been too long since he had seen another being, even if it was a male.

"Can I see the palace now? Do you have treasures?" Liam asked, jumping to his feet in excitement and anticipation.

Sensing the male's urgency, Alastair couldn't help but be wary. Liam had said himself that he had spent his whole life looking for small tidbits. What would he do with an entire palace?

"Come now." Alastair said softly, thinking of a plan to test the visitor's motives.

Leading Liam through several different rooms, he showed the young human all of the temple's former glory. Liam saw the weapon stores with ancient steel forged into axes, swords, and even knives, each one heavily decorated with etched designs and jewels. They walked past the bathing room where a large pool fountain spewed the clearest water. It was big enough for at least twenty humans, and Liam wondered if several centaurs had bathed there at one time. The large fountain and surrounding pools appeared as if they were all coated in gold, and Liam swallowed hard, feeling his fingers begin to tingle as he processed all the beautiful treasures. They passed an indoor greenhouse where plants of all species, some Liam had never even laid eyes on, stretched and grew toward bright, yellow jewels, but with every new room, Liam only grew more anxious. Alastair peeked over his shoulder, seeing the human's eyes growing wider in wonder and greed, but he had one last test for the male.

"Do you have a treasure room?" Liam asked eagerly. "I would love to take a few tokens back with me to prove that I'm not crazy. No one would ever believe me."

"We do have a treasure room, but first, I want to show you the prize of the temple. It's a sacred artifact. I am sure a man of your education and work field would show appreciation for it." Alastair's ears twitched.

Liam smiled from ear to ear, eagerly following the large centaur a little too closely. It was almost as if he was trying to push the warrior to move faster. Alastair kept his calm, knowing that his test would prove if he could let the man leave the temple or not.

"Here we are." Alastair said softly, stepping through a large doorway and moving to the side to show the large cavern.

The walls were carved into an oval, making the room appear completely circular unlike the squared off hallways and rooms they had been traveling through before. Liam's eyes widened as he could see a large gem in the ceiling. It was similar to a chandelier, and it was shining its light in a stream directly to the center of the room where a pedestal appeared. Liam took a step forward, gasping in amazement as he viewed the beautiful statue. It almost appeared like a vase, widening in the bottom to show painted depictions of centaurs interacting with each other, touching hands and frolicking around the work of art. It then narrowed at the top, turning into a detailed carving of a female centaur, poised and ready for battle. She held a spear in her hand, pulling it back as if she was ready to throw, her beautiful mare form running toward danger as her plump breasts stayed firm on her chest. Liam wouldn't admit it out loud, but he became slightly aroused staring at the statue and its beauty.

"It's magnificent." He whispered.

"Yes. It has survived many generations. It was hand crafted by Hephaestus himself, the Greek god of fire and forge. He is quite the creator. It was later enchanted by a centaur sorceress. She ensured that the treasure would remain untouched by human hands."

"Interesting." Liam responded, brushing off Alastair's words.

"Now, I am sure you want to return to your home. It is getting quite late above. I will show you home."

"Yeah, sure." Liam responded, quickly gazing around the room as Alastair began walking toward a different hallway.

To his right, Liam spotted a large satchel perched on a pile of other small treasures such as goblets and coins. Liam was no longer interested in the small things, and as he hurried forward, he began sizing the statue with the satchel. The statue was at least three feet high. It wouldn't fit into the bag completely, but Liam knew he could hide it behind him until he reached the surface. Then, he could run.

Peering over his shoulder, Liam could see that Alastair was still walking down the hallway. He had his window, and he intended to take it. His hand brushed the statue, and he gasped as there was a feeling of electricity. It was almost like Liam had been shocked, and as he tried to lift the statue, he groaned quietly. It seemed as if it weighed a ton, but that was impossible.

"What the...?" Liam whispered, shivering as the tingle in his fingers began to surge through his arm and into his chest, traveling down through his stomach and to his groin, finally reaching his toes.

"I thought that I informed you the treasure was never to be touched by human hands." Alastair said deeply.

Liam's head snapped to the side. He hadn't even noticed Alastair coming back toward him, but the male was standing with his staff extended and pressed into the ground, making a little hole in the dust. Liam sighed, slowly stepping away from the statue. He expected the centaur to be angry, but as he peered into Alastair's face, Liam could see that he seemed oddly satisfied.

"I'm sorry. I will just go home." Liam said, swallowing hard as his muscles continued to tingle in what he assumed was the fear of getting caught.

"It is too late for that now." Alastair said softly, smirking for the first time as he gripped his staff harder, causing his knuckles to turn white.

"What do you--" Liam's words were cut off as his head began to spin.

Was his head injury finally catching up to him? Was he finally waking up from some vivid dream? He had no idea what was happening, but he stumbled forward, landing onto his knees in front of the centaur. Briefly, he caught a glance of his groin, seeing that the Centaur was slightly aroused as the head of his shaft poked from the sheath, and Liam lowered his head, feeling flushed and panicked all at once. He placed his hands on the cold floor, taking deep breaths as he closed his eyes. He prayed that the room would stop spinning, but it never did. The room continued to swirl, faster and faster like a merry-go-round on steroids.

"H-Help!" Liam yelled, feeling the electricity also increasing, shocking his muscles until they were useless. He couldn't move, and he fell face first into the ground, no longer able to use his hands to hold him up. His body then lay flat on the ground, and he tried to scream, but even his vocal cords were stunted.

"Do not fight. This was your decision human. I did warn you. However, it seems you chose greed." Alastair spoke, still standing above the human as he watched Liam's body began to twist and contort.

Shivering, Liam felt his conscious slipping from him as the light faded into narrow slits through his eyes. The tingling and pricking was still surging through every fiber of his muscles, but just before he slipped into another black abyss, he felt as if he was growing, swelling and shifting to an unknown form.

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Snapping his eyes open, Liam began to panic. He could feel his eyes blinking, but he could see no light. His face was covered by something soft, and as he reached up to brush off his face, he realized that it was hair. His face and shoulders were covered by long strands of vibrant red hair.

"You are awake dear Leda. That is wonderful to see." Alastair spoke, and as Liam peered around, he could see that he was in a beautiful bed chamber, which was surprisingly similar to the many hotels he had stayed in with a large, beautiful bed, decorated with bed posts that reached to the ceiling, but as Liam looked closer, he could see the bed was very close to the ground.

"L-Leda? I don't understand. Why am I in here?"

Widening his eyes, Liam realized his voice was pitched differently. It was higher, ringing of a soft, loving tone. It was a female's voice, and he cleared his throat, trying to speak normally, but it failed. Shivering, he began to realize something was wrong. He was completely awake, and as he shifted his body and tried to move his legs, he felt his form was too long. He was trying to move several muscles instead of just two. Finally looking down at himself, Liam screamed in horror as he saw his new form. He was a female centaur with his breasts perched on his chest, his beautiful chest and stomach budding out into a mare's body with rich, chocolate fur. Her ears twitched, and as she stood to her feet, she felt unstable.

"Your new name. It is Leda, meaning mother or creator." Alastair said softly as he kneeled in the corner, relaxing.

"What? No! This is impossible! People will come looking for me!" Leda squealed, feeling her hair slowly fall over her shoulders to cover her breasts.

"They may look for the man, but they will never find you. I feel that it was not by chance you found my temple. The Gods sent you to me as a reward for my service to them. Why else do you think a large storm revealed a trail only for you to end up here? Your greed allowed you to change, and now, you are mine. You will be the mother of a new race."

"N-No... That's impossible." Leda spoke, blushing softly as she shifted off the bed, her breasts bouncing as her red tail swayed behind her.

"Do you not feel your heat already beginning?" Alastair asked with a smirk, knowing full well what the statue was capable of. "That burning in your groin. Do you not feel it?"

"I..." Leda began, but Alastair was right, she could feel the faint burning sensation beginning to rise from her new lower lips. It was a sensation she had only heard described by other females. "Yes..."

"That is good. When you are at your peak, you will beg for me to extinguish it for you my dear. You are my mate from now till eternity."

"I won't beg." Leda said softly, feeling her body beginning to call for him. It was an otherworldly attraction, and she shivered all the way from her chest to her large, equine hips.

"We shall see." Alastair replied with a smirk before he slowly raised to his feet.

Disappearing through the door, Alastair made his way through the temple, leaving Leda to think and get used to her new body. She slowly stood to her feet, starting to walk forward with all four of her long, muscled legs. She turned left and right, admiring every part of her new form, but the more she shifted, the more the heat seemed to spark in her groin, like blowing on embers and watching them shine brighter with each new breeze.

"No...I won't beg for that. That's insane. This is all just some crazy dream. I can still wake up." She whispered, rubbing her eyes with her soft fingers that were much different than the sandpaper digits she used to have.

Walking through the temple, Leda began to explore at her own leisure. She was trying to keep her mind on the architecture. After all, it was her favorite thing, but as she began to settle into her new form, her personality began to change with it. She no longer cared about how the stones were placed together or how much money a single piece of pottery would cost on the market. She wasn't even thinking about the museum exhibit that had been a dream since her teenage years. No, her mind was steadily becoming clouded, filling with more thoughts that focused on her body. She started thinking about how wonderful the cool breeze felt on her breasts, the sway of her hips as she trotted through the halls, and the feeling of her tail as it brushed back and forth against her swollen lower lips. Of course she had been horny as a male, but the sensation that was beginning to boil inside of her groin was nothing compared to anything she had experienced before.

"I'm... getting so hot." She whispered, blushing as she realized Alastair may have been right. "Maybe a bath will help."

Walking into the bathing room, she approached the large fountain, watching the water pour down the golden stones and sprinkle across the pool. For a brief moment, she wondered how the fountain was powered, but the thought was only fleeting. She slowly lowered herself into the cool water, letting out a soft moan as the water cooled her skin even underneath her fur. She almost felt normal as she leaned forward, relaxing her arms on the side of the pool and laying her head against her forearm. She sighed softly, feeling the water pouring down over her equine back.

"I could get used to this." She whispered, closing her eyes and relaxing all of her muscles. Goosebumps began to rise on her skin from the coolness, and she smirked as she thought about what Alastair had said. "Beg?" She scoffed. "Yeah right."

Needless to say, she was worn out. It had been a long and extremely unusual day. Sleep was only a matter of time, and as the water caressed her body, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, feeling her long, red tail swaying in the water.

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As she awoke, she trembled, no longer feeling the cool gentle water against her body. It was hot, practically boiling as if the fountain had become a Jacuzzi in a matter of an hour. However, the water wasn't why she began to pant, and as she shifted, she realized why the water had become so warm. Her body was ablaze, sizzling inside of her muscles with the flames of lust and need. Her lower lips gave a throb of excitement as she shifted, gently brushing her thighs against her lower lips before realizing how truly swollen they had become, and the worst part of it all was that she could not reach her throbbing lower lips to sooth them. So badly she wanted to press her fingers inside of her folds and begin to thrust them as she had seen other human females do in porn videos. She wanted to feel the sensations of an object rubbing against her sore walls, but she had nothing.

"Oh God..." She whispered, blushing as she stepped out of the fountain, dripping water onto the stone below.

She began touching the only part of her that she could, and as her fingers brushed over her hardened nipples, she moaned as her sensitive parts tingled. She bit her bottom lip, teasingly pinching at the nubs and feeling her lower lips respond with a throb. Her instincts were beginning to take over her clouded mind, and without realizing it, she began to follow Alastair's musky scent.

"Is... this how all women feel when they ovulate?" She asked herself, biting her bottom lip as she trotted a bit faster, trying to push her legs together to stroke her dripping lower lips.

She realized that she had just gotten out of a bath, but even then, she knew that the drops from her lower lips had nothing to do with the fountain, and she bit her bottom lip, desperately wanting something or someone to touch her.

"Leda my dear. I could smell you across the temple." Alastair's voice rang, and it was then that Leda realized she had wandered through unfamiliar hallways, finding a beautiful and large room with a ceiling that portrayed the night sky.

She gasped in amazement, watching as a shooting star shot across the ceiling where stone should have rested, and Alastair trotted forward, slipping from the shadows behind his new mate. He smirked, leaning his head down and gently gripping onto her hips. He used one hand to eagerly move her tail, peering at her swollen, heated lips.

"I knew you would be ready for me." He smirked, leaning in to slowly slide his tongue over her pussy.

There was a loud gasp of pleasure, and Leda bit her bottom lip, shifting her legs as she finally felt a bit of relief from being touched. Alastair could only smirk, but Leda's mind was focused on the hot, slick tongue that had just stroked her.

"I...no...ohh..." She sighed, secretly wanting him to lick her a second time.

"I will not continue until you confirm that I am your master and beg for relief."

Taking three steps back, Alastair watched as the female centaur shifted in agony. She wanted to be touched more than anything, but the pride of being Liam in her former life still remained, and it was hard to fight.

"I can't..." She whispered, feeling her entire frame shivering in need.

"You can. Accept me and you will receive everything you desire."

His voice was so smooth, drifting over her body like honey, and she let out a soft moan as she imagined what kind of pleasures he could bring her. Did she really want to deny herself the greatest sensations in life?

"Okay! I can't take it anymore..." She shivered, feeling the need to keep her body moving. If she stayed still for more than an instant, she was afraid that she would burst into flames under her skin. "Please master. I need relief! I've never felt like this before. It's pure agony to be left untouched!"

As the words escaped her lips, she felt her cheeks begin to burn. She had never submitted to anyone before, and she bowed her head in submission, feeling her long, red hair gently caress her cheeks.

"Then come here my mate." He said softly, watching as Leda turned to face him.

He smirked, taking a step forward until their bodies touched, pressing both of their human chests against each other. Alastair could feel Leda's plump breasts mashing into his pecks, and as their lips connected, he slid his hands over her sides, eagerly gripping both of her breasts.

"It has been too long since my needs have been met." He growled into her lips, making Leda moan once more in anticipation of his power.

It was then that she realized he could not touch himself just as she could not reach her lower lips. He had not seen proper release in centuries, and she wondered what that meant for her.

"Will my body do the job?" She asked seductively, giving in to her inner urges. Why should she fight? She wanted him just as badly.

"I've never seen another female centaur so beautiful." He replied, smirking as he kissed her once more, filling their kiss with such passion that Leda felt her head spin.

Slightly parting her lips, she could sense as Alastair slid is hot tongue into her mouth, intertwining it with hers as they kissed. The passions only added to her growing desire, and she smirked as she began stroking her soft, gentle hands over his hardened and toned chest. She could feel every ridge of his muscles, and she teased him, keeping her touch light so that his skin began to tingle.

"You are quite the natural tease." Alastair said, smirking as he wrapped one of his strong arms around her shoulders and softly gripped a handful of her hair.

Leda gasped, leaning her head back as Alastair gave a slight pull, exposing her neck to her new master. It was a position of submission, and she knew that he could easily harm her if he wanted, but all she felt were his full lips kissing against the side of her neck, trailing down to her collar bone and quickly locating her breasts. He gave each nipple a kiss before pulling away, unlocking his hands from her long locks.

"Please, I need you." She whispered, feeling the heat begin to cloud her mind once more.

Alastair smirked and began to trot behind her, but Leda eagerly peered underneath his muscled frame to his groin. She heard that stallions had very large members, and she knew that a centaur wouldn't be much different, but as her eyes locked with his full, throbbing and thick member, she felt her own body throb from head to toe. He had to be at least two feet in length and as thick as a soda can. Her heart began to race, and as Alastair caught her staring, he smiled, knowing full well that his size was intimidating.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked, his voice a bit snide and cocky for the first time.

"I'm not sure that I can fit your size." She whispered, feeling her lower lips dripping down her thighs. She wasn't sure that she could fit him, but her body definitely wanted to try.

"You were built to take shafts like mine." He responded, feeling himself becoming riled.

He was desperately trying to be easy with her, knowing that she had been completely oblivious to any world outside of Earth just hours before, let alone the existence of magic, but he was desperate, feeling his own muscles beginning to ache as he struggled to keep them in check.

"Yes master." She replied, biting her bottom lip.

Stepping forward, Leda placed both of her hands onto the cool stone wall, biting her bottom lip as she swayed her tail, eagerly awaiting her master's touch. Wasting no time, Alastair stepped forward as well, wrapping Leda's tail around his wrist once before he leapt up with his equine frame, mounting her wide mare hips. He could feel the heat from her lower lips, and he adjusted himself, finding his footing before he eagerly pressed forward, widening her lower lips for the first time. His head was thick, causing Leda to moan loudly just from the size. Of course his head was flared, making it the largest part of his cock, and as he pushed it deeper, Leda dug her nails into the stone, biting her bottom lip as her walls stretched to their limits.

"You're so big!" She called out, widening her eyes as her walls ached in the best way imaginable. She was wrapped around him tight, squeezing his thick shaft harder than a hand ever could.

"And your walls are so constricted. It is the perfect sensation." Alastair moaned, smirking as he leaned forward.

Since they were mounted on each other, Alastair was able to press his human chest behind Leda, smirking as he gently shifted her hair to the side, exposing her shoulder and neck. To press closer in the position, he pushed his entire length into her, hilting inside of her with a bit of force and power as her walls clenched and dripped around him. Her face was twisted in pleasure, but his shaft had left her speechless, and she leaned her head back against him. She gasped as he continuously tried to push deeper, but he was already pushing against a barrier. He just didn't want to stop filling her.

"O-Oh!" She called out, arching both of her backs at once as she pressed harder against his chest.

Her mouth opened slightly, showing her intense pleasure in the way her eyes glazed and a bit of drool began to cover her lips. The heat from her womb was radiating through her frame, but as he popped into her womb entrance with his flared cock head, she squealed, losing herself in an intense climax. Her eyes shot back, almost as if they wanted to roll into the back of her head, and she could hear the soft drips of juices onto the stone below. Alastair was in pleasure as well, gasping as her walls clamped down onto him with such intensity. A burst of light erupted behind his eyes, and he buried his nose into Leda's neck, letting out a pleasurable neigh as his shaft throbbed. Of course Leda had no idea that Alastair could press into her womb. She had wondered why he continuously forced himself deeper, and as she felt his flared head grinding inside of her womb, she bucked her hips, moving her walls on his shaft.

"The first of many climaxes." Alastair whispered to Leda, reaching around her frame to eagerly take both of her breasts into his large hands.

His fingers and palms were perfectly sized for her breasts, encompassing their plump entirety before kneading them in a wonderful message as he stayed buried inside of her. He was letting her get used to his size and simply enjoying the heat. Leda could feel both of his index fingers and thumbs pinch her nipples, sending another wave of ecstasy rolling through her chest as he pressed his hips as hard as possible against her needy backside.

"Take me!" She begged, wanting to actually feel his power and not just writhe and be teased as he impaled her.

"As you wish." He whispered, feeling his muscles tightening as he sat up.

With a soft moan, he began bucking his hips, gripping her equine sides tightly for leverage. He found his rhythm, eagerly bucking back and forth in sync with the bounce of her ass. All the while, he made sure to push as deep as possible every time he pulled her body back against him. It was heaven for both of them, and Leda let her tongue hang out of her mouth, reaching up to message her own breasts as his thick, long shaft penetrated her. The sensations were almost unreal, making her body tingle and ache. For the first time, she was thankful for the equestrian part of her body, because it was stronger than a human one, allowing her to take the intense thrusts without her knees going weak.

"H-Harder!" She begged, biting her bottom lip as she looked back over her shoulder, watching the large male shiver as he did just as she asked, thrusting his hips harder until he was ramming himself inside of her without mercy, letting out years of pent up frustrations on her tiny lower lips.

Panting, Leda could feel her lower lips tightening once more as the sounds of her wet walls being penetrated over and over filled the room. She could hardly keep her body still, taping all four of her feet on the ground as her lower lips ached, and she arched both of her backs, calling out to the heavens as her pussy quivered, sending a wave of juices splashing against Alastair's groin once more.

Looking down at his new bride, Alastair almost lost himself, holding back a climax of his own. He desperately wanted to finish, but he also wanted to please her. He looked down, admiring her form. Her hips were wide and firm, curving in just before her widespread, equine shoulders. Her body then faded into her human form, showing her bare, muscles back. He could almost trace the outline of her spine with his fingers, admiring the form of her shoulder blades and her neck. Her hair was still pushed over her right shoulder, and he felt his cock throb hard as he leaned forward, kissing her tender skin. From the corner of his eye, he watched as her breasts bounced, and he quickened his thrusts, specifically wanting to watch them bounce for him.

"I want to make you the mother of a new race." He moaned, pulling his hips back until only the head was inside of her tight, hot walls.

"Please don't pull out!" She begged, blushing as she felt so empty without him filling her.

Her womb burned intensely knowing that she had been so close to being soothed only seconds before, and as she tried to push herself back onto his cock, she felt the head slide inside of her an inch before he growled and pushed her hips forward, making her move back into place.

"Beg for me." He whispered, peering down to see his shaft dripping onto the stone floor.

As he waited for her to beg, he admired the head of his cock stretching her tiny hole, letting out a quiet neigh as the stallion could see the redness of her lips and inner folds. He wasn't sure if she was so red because of the heat or because of his hard thrusts, but he knew that he always wanted to keep her lower lips red, swollen and sore.

"Please! I need to feel you inside me again. I'm burning for you! I will bear as many little ones as you fill me with! I'll do anything you ask just push back inside please!" Leda squealed, blushing.

That seemed to satisfy the stallion for an answer, because he rammed himself back inside of her, pushing all the way into her womb in seconds. His actions caused all of her walls to stretch quickly, and she screamed in absolute ecstasy as the flared head popped back into her womb. He began pounding her vigorously, showing her the power of a real stallion, purposefully popping his wide, flared head in and out of her womb entrance to ensure she would remain sore for him, and as she felt her walls tightening, she knew she would climax at any moment.

Her body was beginning to throb, going weak as she fought to remain standing. She noticed that she had slid down the wall, forcing her into more of a tripod position as her equine legs bent down with her. The new angle gave Alastair a better angle, allowing him to ram against her sweet spots as he ravaged her folds. Leda's heart pounded inside her chest, and she dug her nails into the stone before her, leaving long, white scratch marks as her hands trailed back down to her body. She bit her bottom lip harder, feeling her back legs begin to tremble as her lower lips tightened around her master like a vice.

Feeling pressure begin to build inside of his shaft, Alastair knew he was close to the largest climax that he had ever experienced. It had been too long since he had gotten to finish inside a female, and the huge sac swaying between his legs confirmed that. His head flared even more, making it hard for him to pop it in and out of her womb entrance. Pushing it inside of her completely, he shivered, beginning to grind his shaft against her walls, giving hard and quick thrusts back and forth to message his cock inside of her heat. It was then he felt his own hot seed filling his shaft, shooting all the way to the head until it erupted into the female centaur's womb. Thick, glue-like ropes spurted from the tip, coating her heated walls and filling her womb until it ballooned and swell with the sheer size of his volume. Alastair felt his whole body surge with bliss, and in that moment, he sensed his entire soul and future was pouring into Leda, giving her the seed that would become his heir.

"What a fine mother you will be." Alastair whispered, laying his head against her shoulder and panting, trying to catch his breath.

As his cock began to shrink, he popped out of her womb, smirking as he felt her womb entrance clamp shut to preserve her prize. He slowly pulled out of her, and he could see by the large pool between her legs that Leda had finished a final time as well, her juices still dripping as Alastair pulled out completely. One last gush escaped her, and she moaned, slowly sliding completely down the wall to the floor below. She tucked her legs underneath her body, trying not to move any more muscles than were required. Her body was singing in ecstasy that vibrated through her body as if she was part of a wind chime. With each movement, it was as if something tapped her chime, sending a sweet tone and a tingling vibration through her thoughts and her muscles.

Moving closer, Alastair lowered himself next to his new mate, wanting to lay with her and protect her through the night even if there was no true threat she would encounter. Lying next to Leda, Alastair shifted himself so that Leda could move closer and stroke her head against his strong chest. Within seconds, Leda was asleep against him, breathing gently as her chest rose and fell, but never once did Alastair smell his scent escaping her. Her womb held every drop of his seed, making sure that Leda was well bred.

Looking up at the ceiling, Alastair smiled, watching as the stars shifted. The ceiling was an illusion spell that he was very fond of, showing him the sky that separated the Earth from the Heavens above. He loved watching the stars as he drifted off to sleep, but that night, the sky meant more to him. Not only were the stars looking over them as they slept, but they shined toward a future of a family, and Alastair couldn't have been happier.

"Goodnight my dear." He whispered, leaning down to place a final kiss on top of Leda's head, watching as her ears twitched in response with a playful flick. "Sleep well."

With a soft sigh, Alastair wrapped his arm around his bride, trying to keep her as warm as possible before gently placing his head on top of hers and drifting into a blissful sleep that he had not experienced in over a millennium.