Julius "J.J." Cromwell had never been particularly lucky. Short, round, and perpetually out of breath when climbing stairs, he had made peace with his position in life—an unassuming pharmacy technician who got along fine enough, never expecting the universe to throw anything grand his way. So, naturally, when he found himself yanked from his reality and plopped into a world filled with elves, dragons, and more creatures than his brain could process, the first thing he did was panic.
Not externally, of course. No, externally, he stood there dumbfounded, squinting into the radiant glow of the towering woman before him, her presence crackling with divine energy. She was ethereal in a way that was unsettling—not because she was intimidating, but because she was too perfect. Glossy rose-gold hair cascaded down her back, her emerald eyes held a depth that could drown oceans, and the way she smirked down at him, hands clasped before her, told him she was thoroughly enjoying his confusion.
"I am **Seraphina, Goddess of Love and Life,**" she declared, the warm cadence of her voice tingling against his skin. "And you, Julius, have been summoned to heal the wounds of this world."
"Wait. What?" That was as far as his eloquence went before the weight of what she had said sank in. He looked around—his normal Earth was nowhere to be found. Instead, ancient trees loomed in the distance, spires of adventure-ready buildings stood proud against the skyline, and the murmurs of creatures both humanoid and monstrous filled the air.
Seraphina was still smiling, clearly pleased with herself.
"You're the healer this world needs," she continued smoothly, ignoring his sputtering. "There are few with the gift of mending, and fewer still who have the knowledge of medicine as you do. So, congratulations! You've won the celestial lottery."
Julius narrowed his eyes. "How rare are healers exactly?"
Her smile widened. "Extremely."
"…And how many other humans are here?"
Her laughter was light and melodic—far too amused for his liking. "Oh, darling. That detail is 'minor.'"
That was an answer he did 'not' like.
Julius didn't have much time to argue. Before he knew it, he was on his way, clutching the aged parchment map Seraphina had given him as he followed its markings through the town. It was a breathtakingly chaotic place—stone streets bustling with creatures from all walks of fantasy lore. Hulking minotaur warriors clanked in full armor, gnome merchants hollered about wares, and winged beings swooped down from the skies delivering parcels. He spotted elves, dwarves, feline humanoids, scaled reptilian folk—everything but humans.
That part still bummed him out.
He kept his eyes forward, doing his absolute best not to gawk at the merfolk casually strolling past him. Instead, he focused on the destination ahead: his healer's shop.
It was nestled between a potion crafter's boutique and a blacksmith's forge. A modest place, built from sturdy dark wood with a faint herbal fragrance wafting from inside. A sign above the entrance read The Mercy Hold in elegant script.
Stepping inside, Julius barely had time to take in the quaint space before his skull exploded. Not literally, but the pain was immense.
Healing knowledge surged into him all at once—every potion, herb, technique, and magical mending process flooding his consciousness. He gripped the doorframe, groaning as the knowledge force-fed itself into his brain like an aggressive download. After what felt like an eternity, the pressure eased, leaving him breathless.
And suddenly, he knew everything.
Julius took his time exploring his new surroundings after recovering.
The main room was clean and cozy—a small counter, shelves lined with dried herbs, bottles filled with neatly labeled liquids. A patient bed tucked in the corner suggested he'd be tending to the sick sooner rather than later.
Venturing deeper, he found a kitchen, stocked with fresh ingredients and tea sets. The study had tomes on ancient healing practices, scrolls bound tightly with unread spells. The bedroom was comfortable enough, though something about it felt… off.
The entire place hummed with energy that Julius couldn't quite place. He didn't want to think the word haunted, but as he examined the dimly lit hallway leading to the basement, an unnatural chill crept down his spine.
"Absolutely not," he muttered, turning on his heel. Whatever ghost nonsense was happening, he was not dealing with it today.
Julius returned to the main room and sank into the chair behind the counter.
For the first time since arriving, exhaustion settled deep into his bones. He folded his arms, pressing his forehead against the smooth dark wood, letting the weight of everything wash over him. He was a healer now. In an entirely new world. In a town far too adventurous for his preference.
And any moment now, someone was going to come in, expecting him to fix their broken limbs or poison-ravaged bodies.
He groaned.
"Seraphina, if you're listening," he muttered into the desk, "I hate you."
Somewhere, he swore he could hear her laugh.
—- half an hour later—-
J.J. still had his face down on the smooth, dark wood of the counter, doing his best to come to terms with his absurd situation. He had barely settled in when a sharp, authoritative knocking rang out, followed by the creak of the door opening.
His head shot up.
Hoofbeats.
Clop. Clop. Clop.
Slow, deliberate. The sound of armored weight pressing against his hard wooden floors and then shifting to the stone walkway further inside. He barely had time to process the presence of another being in his shop before his brain short-circuited at who had walked through the door.
The centaur stood tall—taller than any being Julius had encountered before. Her upper half was strikingly beautiful, sculpted like a painting brought to life, with sharp cheekbones and sun-kissed, olive-toned skin. Thick, wavy chestnut-colored hair framed her face, pulled into a practical but loose tie behind her head. Her piercing hazel eyes locked onto him with a scrutiny that, at first, seemed purely professional—until a flicker of shock flashed across her expression.
She recovered quickly, but J.J. had already caught the micro-reaction.
She had not expected to see a man.
Her armor gleamed under the lantern-lit space, carefully fitted to allow movement—polished bronze plating covering her torso, shoulders reinforced with scaled designs, and fingerless gloves made of fine leather. A short sword was strapped to her side, its hilt adorned with an intricate crest. The lower half of her body—where powerful equine form merged with warrior elegance—was just as mesmerizing. Her deep chestnut coat was well-groomed, and her tail flicked once in consideration before she squared her shoulders.
"Julius Cromwell, correct?" she asked, voice firm but level.
J.J. blinked. "Uh. Yeah. That's—me."
She nodded, returning to business mode. "I am Aedica, 3rd Captain of the North Town Guard. I'm here to inspect your permits."Julius sat up properly, doing his best not to look completely useless. Before he could fumble for the documents, his body moved on its own.
His hand reached toward the counter, fingers plucking at a stack of permits, licenses, and identification papers that had definitely not been there two seconds ago. A neat badge declaring him a "Certified Follower of Seraphina" joined the pile, its golden engraving catching the light as he placed it forward.
Aedica raised a brow but didn't question the sudden materialization of documents. Instead, she began flipping through them, scanning the contents with the practiced efficiency of a veteran officer.
Julius expected to struggle answering the barrage of questions that followed—but, to his absolute shock, the responses flowed effortlessly from his mouth.
"Have you been briefed on town laws?" she asked.
"Yes," he said instantly. "All regulations regarding healer practices, business conduct, magical ethics, and potion distribution have been downloaded—uh, instilled into me upon arrival."
Aedica paused briefly at his wording but continued.
"Do you understand the terms of healing permissions, including the limits on spell-aided mending versus medicine?"
"Yes."
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Can you recite the emergency protocol for an adventurer suffering from poison exposure within town limits?"
Julius did—without hesitation, listing each step and proper treatment methods as though he had studied them for years.
His brain was screaming in confusion. How do I know all this?!
Aedica didn't question his ease. Instead, she continued checking off her list, occasionally plucking out other documents and sending them away with magic, stamped with glowing symbols.The questions slowed.
Aedica leaned back slightly, crossing her arms. The intensity of her scrutiny shifted—no longer purely professional.
Her expression relaxed.
And then she started flirting.
"So, Julius," she said casually, her voice softer, more teasing now. "When exactly did you arrive?"
J.J. blinked. "Uh—earlier today?"
She hummed. "Mmm. And tell me—are you seeing anyone?"
Julius choked on absolutely nothing. "Wh—what?"
She smiled. The kind of smile that knew exactly what she was doing. Testing the waters. Watching his reaction closely.
"I know someone like you," Aedica continued, rolling a small parchment between her fingers, "a young, healthy male, must have women falling over themselves for your attention."
Julius gawked. "I—no. No, actually, no one's ever flirted with me before."
Aedica tilted her head slightly, amusement playing across her sharp features. "Really?"
Julius nodded, still hopelessly bewildered. "Yep."
The centaur smiled in a way that should have been illegal."Well," she said smoothly, shifting her weight, "I may as well be the first, then."
Julius was not prepared.
She glanced toward the clock on the wall, then back at him. "Later today, once I'm off duty and once your shop closes, how about I show you around town?"
Julius stared.
"I won't show you all of it, of course," she continued, casually tapping a hoof against the floor. "It's a very big town. But I know a nice place where we can grab some food."
A beat passed before she smirked. "I'll pay, of course."
Julius was officially in over his head.He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"Yes," he blurted out, still completely wrecked by how today was unfolding. "That sounds amazing."
Aedica's smirk deepened, and she gave him a wink before stepping toward the door.
"Everything looks great," she said, flipping one last document in her hand before storing it away. "You're officially ready for business."
She turned to leave but paused briefly at the threshold. Looking over her shoulder, she added, "See you tonight, Julius."
And then she was gone.
Processing… Processing…
Julius sat there, utterly stunned.
The warm glow of the shop felt different now, charged with something beyond comprehension.
Finally, he exhaled sharply, dropping his head back onto the counter with a groan.
"Okay, Seraphina," he muttered, voice muffled against the wood. "I no longer fully hate you."
Somewhere—somehow—he could feel her laugh.
-And so it begins—-
J.J. was bored out of his mind.
For all the excitement and absurdity of the past day, nothing was happening now. He had organized the shelves. He had straightened the rows of bottled herbs and tinctures. He had checked the doors, windows, and even peeked down the definitely haunted basement stairs before immediately closing the door again.
Now, he sat behind the counter, chin resting on one hand, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Is this my life now?" he muttered to himself. "Just waiting for—?"
Cling-cling!
The door's bell rang sharply.
J.J. sat up, startled, watching as the door creaked open.
At first, it was just one visitor—a tall, willowy elf woman with long silver hair, dressed in deep green robes embroidered with golden trim. Her sharp sapphire eyes flicked toward J.J., and for a moment, she simply stared.
"Ah… hello?" J.J. said awkwardly.
The elf cleared her throat, stepping forward with an air of grace, ignoring his hesitation. "I require a poultice for nettle rash."
J.J. knew exactly what to do. His body moved effortlessly, pulling a small jar of salve from a neatly arranged shelf, his hands working with the kind of fluid precision that felt almost instinctual. He placed it before her, rattling off instructions like a trained professional, despite the fact that he had never once worked with elven medicine before arriving in this world.
The elf regarded him with a quiet curiosity but said nothing, handing over a few silver coins before gracefully exiting.
J.J. barely had time to breathe before another customer stepped inside. Then another.
Then more.Within an hour, the small shop was bustling with people—many of whom J.J. recognized from folklore, and many others he most definitely did not.
A troll woman, towering nearly eight feet tall, hunched over carefully as she examined a vial of medicinal broth meant to ease sore muscles.
A gnome mother, barely three feet tall, tugged along a curious daughter, who peered over the counter, fascinated by the glowing runes marking some of the potion labels.
A scaled dragonkin, deep crimson in hue, examined the hanging herbs, clicking her forked tongue in approval.
An orc matron, her thick braids threaded with beads, arrived with a boxer's swollen eye, laughing about how her sparring partner was too eager with her punches.
Even a fairy, no larger than J.J.'s hand, fluttered in, giggling as she requested crushed bark resin for her sisters.
Each time, J.J. found himself answering questions as if he had been practicing medicine for years—his knowledge unfolding effortlessly, guiding him toward proper treatments, remedies, and healing spells.
One thing stood out, though.
No matter how many people came in, no matter how diverse the races and ages—one detail remained constant:
They were all women.
Young women, mothers, older women, adventurers, merchants, wanderers—but not a single man.
At first, the interactions were strictly professional—simple inquiries about rashes, scrapes, and medicinal goods.
Then, the flirting began.
A wolf-kin woman leaned against the counter, casually tracing circles on the wood with her claw-tipped fingers. "So, healer," she purred, golden eyes gleaming, "how long have you been in town?"
J.J. cleared his throat. "Uh—since today?"
She chuckled. "That explains why I haven't seen you before."
A high elf lady waved a fanned hand in front of her face, offering a theatrical smile. "An actual man, in town? What a rare delight."
A minotaur woman—muscles rippling under light armor—casually leaned on the counter, smirking down at him. "You're smaller than I expected for a healer. But I like compact men."
J.J. nearly choked.
Then came the unnecessary shopping trips—customers arriving without real needs, simply purchasing random ingredients, clearly just wanting an excuse to talk to him.
A young dryad plucked an herb bundle, paying little attention to the actual product before grinning at him. "Are all 'human' men this shy?"
J.J. stammered. "I—I mean, I wouldn't know—"
An older dwarven woman, sipping tea she had bought purely to sit and gossip, gave him a knowing look. "Word spreads fast, healer. You might want to get used to the attention."
He was not used to it.
At all.
But oddly enough, no one seemed put off by his awkwardness—if anything, they found it endearing.
Not everyone came in to flirt, of course.
Between the obvious attempts at courting, J.J. actually helped real patients.
A young harpy, nursing a twisted ankle, arrived with a frustrated huff, clearly irritated that she had misjudged a landing.
A centaur baker with burned fingers grumbled about getting too close to the oven while preparing morning pastries.
A salamander-kin merchant, suffering from minor scale rot, sighed in relief as J.J.'s magic effortlessly wiped away the infection.
It wasn't hard—his powers allowed him to snap his fingers and fix nearly any small problem instantly, much to the shock and delight of those visiting him.
Still, most issues weren't dire—no life-or-death injuries, just simple everyday ailments.
By the end of the rush, J.J. collapsed back into his chair, exhausted, but not miserable.
He stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened—flirting, healing, selling, flirting again.
This was his life now.
And somehow—against all odds—he felt like he was finally getting used to it.
He sighed.
"Okay, Seraphina," he murmured, rubbing his temples, "you might have been onto something."
Somewhere—somehow—he was certain he heard her laugh.
== More time passes ==
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting warm amber hues across the shop's wooden floors, J.J. found himself leaning against the counter, watching the last few customers trickle in. The rush had slowed, but the steady stream of visitors hadn't stopped entirely.
Most of them weren't here for urgent medical needs anymore. No, they were here for him.
The flirting had become almost comical. Women of all shapes, sizes, and species wandered in, some with genuine ailments, others with flimsy excuses to buy random herbs or potions they clearly didn't need.
One particularly memorable visitor was a sylph, her translucent wings shimmering like sunlight through glass. She had floated into the shop with an air of elegance, claiming she needed a rare flower extract for "skin rejuvenation." J.J. had handed her the vial, only for her to linger at the counter, batting her lashes and asking if he'd ever considered dating someone who could fly.
Then there was the gnoll woman, her fur a patchwork of tawny and black, who had stomped in with a boisterous laugh, slapping a coin pouch onto the counter and demanding a salve for "battle scars." She had winked at him, her sharp teeth flashing, and declared, "You're cute for a healer. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
And who could forget the lamia, her serpentine lower half coiled gracefully as she examined the shelves. She had purchased a bundle of dried herbs, only to lean in close and whisper, "If you ever need company, I'm very good at keeping people warm."
J.J. had stammered through every interaction, his awkwardness only seeming to endear him further to the women.
By the time the last customer left, promising to "come back soon," J.J. was thoroughly overwhelmed.
Closing Time
He glanced around the shop, the quiet settling in like a comforting blanket. There was no set schedule for his work—he was his own boss now, for better or worse.
Deciding it was time to close up, he locked the door and stepped outside, the cool evening air brushing against his skin.
The town was alive with activity, lanterns glowing softly as creatures of all kinds moved about. J.J. looked around, unsure of how to meet up with Aedica for their "date." Should he ask someone? Maybe head to the guard station? He had no idea how this town operated.
But he didn't have to wonder for long.
The sound of hoofbeats echoed down the street, growing louder with each passing second.
Aedica appeared, slightly flustered, her chestnut tail flicking behind her as she jogged up to him. She was adjusting her outfit—a fitted jacket over a crisp blouse, her bronze armor swapped for something more casual but still striking.
"Sorry!" she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I realized you just moved here, so you probably have no idea where anything is."
J.J. smiled nervously. "It's fine. I have a map, but I think I need more time to study it."
The first thing he noticed was her hair, loose and wavy, catching the light like molten gold. The second thing he noticed was… well, her very large bosom, which seemed to be waging war against the buttons of her blouse.
He quickly looked away, focusing on her face instead.
"I just closed up," he said. "Should I change or—?"
She waved him off. "You look great. Don't worry about it."
Taking her word for it, J.J. fell into step beside her as they began walking.
Aedica led him on a small tour of the area near his shop, pointing out landmarks and explaining the basics of the town.
"This is the adventurers' guild," she said, gesturing to a sprawling building with banners depicting swords and shields. "It's where most of the mercenaries and explorers gather. If you ever need protection—or company—they're your best bet."
She pointed out the mage guild, a towering structure with glowing runes etched into its walls, and the market square, bustling with vendors selling everything from enchanted trinkets to freshly baked bread.
As they walked, J.J. couldn't help but notice the attention they were getting.
Everywhere they went, women waved and smiled at him. Some tried to flirt, but Aedica quickly shut them down with a sharp glare. Many recognized her and gave them plenty of space, clearly respecting her authority.
They arrived at a cozy restaurant tucked away in a quieter part of town. Aedica insisted on ordering for both of them, choosing a hearty stew paired with fresh bread and spiced cider.
As they ate, J.J. marveled at the diversity of the patrons—more fantasy races than he could name.
For the first time, he spotted another man—an elderly satyr with curling horns, seated with his granddaughters (all girls, of course). It was a small comfort to know he wasn't the only man in town.
The conversation flowed easily between them. Aedica asked about his life, and while J.J. avoided mentioning his otherworldly origins, he shared enough to keep her intrigued. She, in turn, told him about her work as a guard captain and her love for the town despite its occasional dangers.
As the night grew later, Aedica asked if J.J. wanted to walk her back to her place. He agreed, and they continued talking as they strolled through the quiet streets.
They stopped in front of a low-level building, modest but well-kept.
"This is me," she said, turning to face him. "It's not much, but its home, and the pay for it well enough."
She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I get a goodnight kiss?"
J.J. blinked, surprised. Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.
When she pulled back, she smiled. "Want to come in for coffee?"
"I don't like coffee," he admitted, her face falling slightly.
"But I love tea," he added quickly.
Her expression brightened. "I have tea!"
== THE END AND START ==
J.J. stepped inside and immediately noticed the layout—it was all one floor, which made perfect sense. Stairs and centaurs were not a great mix.
The space was simple but cozy, with rich wooden accents and a practical yet warm design. A large woven rug covered the main sitting area, and natural light filtered through wide windows, illuminating the sturdy furniture that had clearly been crafted with her centaur frame in mind—no unnecessary chairs, plenty of low tables, and an open floor plan that allowed free movement.
Aedica let out a sigh of relief, rolling her shoulders before sliding off her fitted jacket.
That's when J.J. really noticed.
Freed from the restraint of her jacket, her very large bosom pressed against the crisp fabric of her blouse in a way that looked like it was actively fighting to break free. He had already been trying his best not to stare before—but now? The situation was critical.
He quickly redirected his gaze, just in time to see her pulling out a knife and a short sword.
J.J. blinked. "…You had weapons on you this whole time?"
Aedica smirked, hanging them up neatly on a rack near the door. "Of course. You never know when trouble will strike."
He hadn't noticed them at all—which, frankly, was impressive. Then again, he was pretty sure everything she did was impressive.
She stretched, flexing and relaxing her strong, muscled arms, and as she raised them slightly, J.J. caught sight of her armpit hair.
He had always been neutral on such things before, but for some reason—maybe because of how utterly confident she was—he found himself thinking, I like that.
Also, she was super buff. And that was very spicy for him.
J.J. nodded to himself. I like that, too.
Aedica gestured for him to follow her as she headed toward the kitchen, and he got his first real look at the rest of her home.
The cabinets and counters were designed lower than usual, allowing her easy access without requiring awkward bending. A large, sturdy table stood in the center—not built for chairs, but for standing meals and casual socializing.
J.J. took the only chair, positioned near one end, grateful that she even had one. She moved around with ease, grabbing a mug for coffee and a tea set for him, the scent of the sweet herbal blend unlike anything he had ever smelled before.
As they settled, Aedica gave him a curious look, hands idly preparing her drink.
"So, how did our date go?"
J.J. smiled. "Really good. That was my first real date."
She laughed, shaking her head. "You're joking."
He didn't correct her.
She shifted topics, stirring her coffee as she asked, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
She hummed, tilting her head. "Is that old or young for a human?"
J.J. hesitated. "…I guess it's kind of in the middle?"
Aedica nodded. "That makes sense. I've never heard of the race called 'Human' before—but there are more species in this world than I could ever count."
J.J. decided not to over-explain.
Instead, he asked, "What about you?"
"Fifty-four."
He nodded. "Nice."
Aedica smiled, clearly pleased with his answer. J.J. thanked the gods for his luck in getting that right.
She gave him a knowing smirk, leaning slightly against the table.
"So, tell me—have any of the women in town gotten their claws into you yet?"
J.J. shook his head quickly, his face warming. "I think they must be confused. I'm not a catch at all—I'm just some normal, average guy."
Aedica laughed. Again.
"You're funny," she mused.
He wasn't joking, but she clearly thought he was.
She took another sip of her coffee before casually dropping another bombshell into the conversation.
"You must have a few girlfriends or wives in other towns, at least."
J.J. nearly choked. "Nope. This—for real—is my first date."
Aedica paused. Then she put her coffee down.
She stared at him, processing his words with a series of emotions that flashed across her face—happiness, pride, joy, something spicy, then confusion.
"You're serious?" she asked.
J.J. nodded. "Yeah."
Aedica leaned back slightly, studying him as if he were some rare artifact.
"…You really haven't dated before?"
"Nope."
Her expression shifted into something determined.
And then she went for the kill.
She exhaled slowly, then leaned forward, locking eyes with him.
"Julius," she said smoothly, "let me be your first girlfriend."
J.J. froze.
She saw his hesitation—not from rejection, but from genuine confusion on how to process this interaction.
To ease his panic, she added, "I don't mind if you date other women, but I want to be your first. That's the deal."
J.J. had no idea how to answer.
Aedica didn't give him much time to think—she leaned down and kissed him again, soft and warm, stealing the thoughts from his mind.
His face was hot.
"…Yes," he mumbled.
Aedica smirked. That earned him another kiss.
She cupped his face gently, running her thumbs over his cheeks.
"I'm off duty tomorrow," she murmured, her tone carrying something dangerously confident.
"So it's just you and me for a while."
J.J. was in over his head. And somehow? He was really okay with that.
Aedica's hand traced the line of J.J.'s jaw, her fingers lingering on his soft skin before she leaned in, her lips capturing his in a hungry kiss. This time, she didn't hold back, her tongue demanding entry, exploring the warmth of his mouth with a confident, dominant rhythm. J.J., though inexperienced, was eager to learn, his own tongue tentatively meeting hers, sparks igniting with each touch.
As they kissed, Aedica's large, firm breasts pressed against J.J.'s chest, the straining buttons of her blouse digging into his skin. The heat between them built, their breaths growing ragged, and with a sudden pop, one of the buttons gave way, flying across the room and clattering against the wall. J.J.'s eyes widened as he caught a better view of her deep cleavage, his gaze drawn to the vast expanse of her bosom. Her breasts were immense, heavy, and full, spilling out of her blouse like twin moons rising over the horizon. They were a sight to behold, her areolas wide and dark, nipples hard and pointing slightly upward, as if reaching for the sky.
Aedica noticed his stare and looked down, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, these old things," she said, running a hand over her chest. Aedica pulled back slightly, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she looked down at her exposed cleavage. "Oops," she teased, her voice a low purr. "Looks like I've got a bit of a situation here."
J.J.'s eyes were drawn to the generous swell of her bosom, his gaze tracing the curve of her breasts, barely contained by the now gaping blouse. Her chest was a sight to behold—huge, heavy, and full, her breasts straining against the fabric, threatening to spill out at any moment. They were a testament to her centaur heritage, a blend of equine strength and human softness, each one easily filling both of J.J.'s hands.
As if reading his thoughts, Aedica reached up, her fingers toying with the remaining buttons. "It's hard to find tops that fit, you know? My girls are a bit… demanding." She laughed, a sound that was both warm and seductive. "But they've got their perks. Keeps my back strong, that's for sure."
She leaned back slightly, her chest heaving with each breath, the movement causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly. "Do you like them, Julius? My breasts?"
J.J. nodded, his eyes wide with appreciation and desire. "They're… impressive," he managed to stammer out, his voice thick with lust.
Aedica's smile widened, and with a flick of her wrist, she popped the remaining buttons, sending them scattering across the table. The fabric fell away, revealing her breasts in their full, glorious splendor—huge, round, and heavy, with nipples a deep, dusky pink, already hard with arousal and with a heavy slap, the thick flesh orbs landed on the table between them.
J.J.'s eyes widened further, if that were possible. Her breasts were even more magnificent without the constraints of clothing. They were truly enormous, hanging heavily, the weight of them pulling them down slightly, but not enough to detract from their beauty. Her skin was smooth, unblemished, and warm, inviting him to touch, to taste.
They swayed gently, freed from their confinement, the movement causing J.J. to swallow hard. He had never seen anything like it, never imagined that breasts could be so… magnificent.
Aedica reached out, taking one of J.J.'s hands in hers, guiding it to her chest. His fingers pressed into the soft, warm flesh, feeling the weight of her breast, the firmness of her nipple against his palm. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as he tentatively explored her, learning the feel of her, the shape of her.
"Gods, you feel good," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She opened her eyes, locking gazes with him, a wicked gleam in her hazel orbs. "But I want to feel more."
With a sudden, fluid motion, she reached out, her powerful arms wrapping around him, lifting him easily from his chair. J.J. let out a surprised yelp, his hands grasping at her shoulders as she carried him, as if he weighed nothing more than a feather.
Aedica moved with grace and purpose, her hooves clicking against the wooden floor as she carried him to her bedroom. The room was spacious, designed with her centaur form in mind, the bed a large, plush affair, raised slightly off the ground, "This is just a guest room, we can go to my actual bed when we plan on actually sleeping"
She laid him down gently, his chubby, dark-skinned body sinking into the soft, fluffy pillows. J.J. looked up at her, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock already hard and aching, tenting the fabric of his pants.
Aedica's gaze raked over him, appreciation clear in her eyes. "You're beautiful, Julius," she murmured, her voice soft. "So responsive, so eager."
She leaned down, her lips capturing his in another searing kiss as she began to undress him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, revealing his smooth, dark skin. She broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off completely, tossing it aside before returning to his lips, her tongue demanding, her body pressing against his.
Her hands moved lower, popping the button on his pants, sliding the zipper down, her fingers brushing against the hardness straining against his boxers. J.J. moaned into her mouth, his hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact.
Aedica chuckled, pulling back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Patience, my love," she teased, her voice a low purr. "We've got all night."
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down, revealing his thick, hard cock, standing proud against his stomach. Aedica licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his length, appreciation clear in her gaze.
"Gods, you're big," she murmured, her voice filled with desire. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."
But first, she had other plans. She reached up, cupping her massive breasts, pushing them together, creating a soft, warm valley. She looked up at J.J., a wicked smile playing on her lips. "But first, I think it's time for a little fun."
She guided his cock between her breasts, the soft, warm flesh enveloping him, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt. J.J. let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly, his cock sliding easily between her breasts, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through him.
Aedica began to move, her chest rising and falling, her breasts sliding along his length, the movement slow and steady, building a rhythm that had J.J. gasping, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.
"Fuck, Aedica," he groaned, his eyes locked onto the sight of his cock sliding between her massive breasts. "That feels… that's… gods…"
She smiled, her eyes gleaming with pleasure. "I'm glad you like it, my love," she purred, her voice filled with desire. "But I want you to come for me. I want to feel you let go."
Her movements grew faster, her breasts sliding along his length with increasing speed, the friction building, the pleasure intensifying. J.J.'s moans grew louder, his hips moving in time with hers, his body tensing as the pleasure built, coiling in his belly, ready to release.
"Come for me, Julius," Aedica growled, her voice filled with desire. "Let me feel you come all over my tits."
And with a final, powerful thrust, J.J. did just that, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out, painting Aedica's massive breasts in thick, white stripes. She let out a low moan, her eyes locked onto the sight of his cum on her chest, her own body shuddering with pleasure.
J.J. collapsed back onto the bed, his body spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Aedica looked down at her chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of his cum on her breasts.
"Gods, that was hot," she murmured, her voice filled with desire. She looked up at J.J., her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But now, it's my turn."
Aedica stood, her powerful equine body moving with practiced grace as she stepped away from the bed. She turned, her back to J.J., giving him a moment to appreciate the sight of her bare, muscular back, the smooth curve of her flank leading down to her horse-like hindquarters.
She reached back, her fingers deftly unbuckling the straps that held her pants in place, the fabric falling away to reveal her centaur lower half in all its glory. J.J.'s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his gaze tracing the powerful muscles of her haunches, the sleek lines of her legs, and the tuft of coarse, dark hair that covered her pussy.
Aedica was a centaur, after all, and her body reflected that. Her pussy was a blend of equine and human features, the vulva located between her hind legs, near her anus, a smooth, pinkish-purple slit nestled within a thicket of dark, coarse hair. The labia were less pronounced than in a human, the labia majora thick and hair-covered, reminiscent of a horse's vulva.
But there was also a human-like quality to her, a softness around the edges, a sensitivity that spoke to the human half of her heritage. The skin around her vulva was smooth and soft, the hair a blend of coarse and fine, a testament to her unique biology.
Aedica turned her head, looking back at J.J. over her shoulder, a thoughtful expression on her face. She had never been with a man before, never considered what it might be like to have a human lover. She knew what she liked, what felt good, but this was new territory.
She was still pondering when she felt J.J.'s presence behind her, his breath warm on her skin. She turned her head further, looking down to see him kneeling behind her, his eyes locked onto her pussy, a look of raw hunger on his face.
"Julius?" she asked, surprise clear in her voice. "What are you—?"
Her words were cut off as he leaned forward, his tongue tracing the length of her slit, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against him. Aedica let out a low moan, her body shuddering at the unexpected pleasure, her mind racing as she tried to process the sensation.
J.J. was tentative at first, his tongue exploring her, learning her, his movements slow and careful. But as he grew more confident, his tongue grew bolder, sliding along her slit, pressing against her entrance, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Aedica's moans grew louder, her body moving in time with his, her hips bucking slightly as she sought more contact, more pleasure. J.J.'s hands moved, his fingers spreading her, giving him better access, his tongue delving deeper, tasting her, exploring her.
He was good—better than good. He was a natural, his tongue finding all the right spots, his movements intuitive, as if he knew exactly what she needed, what she wanted. Aedica's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure built, coiling in her belly, ready to release.
"Julius," she groaned, her fingers gripping his hair, her body shuddering. "I'm going to—"
Her words were cut off as she came, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing, releasing a flood of cum that coated J.J., pushing him back, sending him sprawling onto the bed.
Aedica let out a low moan, her body shuddering as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her pussy pulsing, her cum dripping down her thighs, coating J.J.'s body in thick, white stripes.
J.J. lay there, panting, his body covered in Aedica's cum, a look of shock and awe on his face. He looked up at her, his eyes wide, his mouth open in surprise.
"Well," he managed to stammer out, his voice thick with desire, "that was… something else."
Aedica looked down at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You're telling me," she purred, her voice filled with pleasure. "But now, it's my turn to return the favor."
And with that, she climbed onto the bed, her body straddling J.J.'s, her massive breasts pressing against his chest, her hips grinding against his already hard cock. J.J. let out a low moan, his hands gripping her hips, ready for whatever came next.
Aedica took her time exploring Julius' body, her hands tracing the lines of his muscles, the softness of his skin, the curve of his belly. She marveled at the contrast between them—her dark, firm skin, and his smooth, soft, chubby form. She ran her fingers down the smooth skin on his chest, down his stomach, feeling the way his body reacted to her touch, his cock hardening at her every caress.
Her massive breasts swayed with each movement, the nipples brushing against Julius' skin, leaving a trail of arousal in their wake. She felt his breath hitch each time they made contact, his body tensing in anticipation.
As she continued her exploration, Aedica's mind raced with thoughts of how they would make this work. She was a centaur, her body built for speed and strength, not for delicate human-like lovemaking. And Julius—he was small, his body soft and pliant, designed for a different kind of intimacy.
She knew he was up for the challenge, that he wanted her, but she also knew she could hurt him without even trying. She cared for him too much to risk that.
As she pondered, her hands moved to his thighs, her fingers tracing the soft skin, the firm muscle beneath. She felt him tense, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as her fingers inched closer to his cock.
And then, suddenly, it hit her.
An idea.
A solution.
She pulled back slightly, her breasts slapping against his chest then face as she sat up, the sound echoing through the room. She looked down at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Julius," she purred, her voice filled with mischief. "I think I've got an idea."
She swung her leg over him, straddling his hips, her massive breasts hovering above his face. She felt him tense, his hands gripping her thighs, his eyes wide with surprise and anticipation.
"First," she said, a smirk playing on her lips, "we need to get you ready."
She leaned down, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along the length of his cock. Julius let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly, his body tense with pleasure.
Aedica took her time, her tongue exploring every inch of him, her mouth taking him in, her lips sliding along his length. She felt him grow harder, his body tensing as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.
But just as he was about to come, she pulled back, her lips popping off him with a soft sound. She looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with desire.
"Now," she said, her voice low and sultry, "it's time for the main event."
She shifted her weight, her hips moving back slightly, allowing her to position herself above him. She reached down, her fingers guiding his cock to her entrance, feeling the way he throbbed against her, ready and eager.
She paused, looking down at him, her expression softening. "Are you sure about this, Julius? I don't want to hurt you."
Julius nodded, his voice thick with desire. "I trust you, Aedica. I know you won't hurt me."
Aedica smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. And then, slowly, carefully, she began to lower herself onto him.
The first inch was easy—her body opening to accommodate him, stretching to fit him. But as she took more of him in, she felt the challenge. She was tight, her body unused to this kind of invasion, her muscles clenching around him as she fought to take him all in.
Julius let out a low moan, his fingers gripping her hips, his body tense with pleasure and effort. "Gods, Aedica," he groaned. "You're so tight. So perfect."
Aedica smiled, her body moving in slow, steady increments, taking him deeper and deeper. She felt him fill her, his cock stretching her, his body fitting perfectly inside hers.
When she finally bottomed out, she let out a low moan, her body shuddering as she felt him pulse inside her, his cock throbbing with need. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with desire.
"Now," she purred, her voice filled with promise. "Let's have some fun."
She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, her body sliding along his length, taking him in, then pulling back, only to repeat the motion. Julius' hands moved, his fingers gripping her hips, his body moving in time with hers, meeting her thrust for thrust.
As they moved, Aedica's breasts swayed, the motion hypnotic, the sight of her massive tits bouncing with each thrust enough to drive Julius wild. He reached up, his hands cupping them, feeling their weight, their softness, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making her gasp.
Their rhythm grew faster, their bodies moving in sync, their pleasure building with each thrust. Aedica's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approach.
"Julius," she groaned, her voice filled with need. "I'm going to—"
Her words were cut off as she came, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing around him, milking his cock, drawing his own orgasm from him.
Julius let out a low moan, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting into her, filling her, marking her as his.
As they came down from their high, Aedica collapsed onto him, her body pressing against his, her heart pounding in time with his. She looked down at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Well," she purred, her voice filled with contentment.
Julius chuckled, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. "I told you I trust you," he murmured, his voice filled with love. "And I was right."
As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Aedica knew she had found something special—something worth exploring, worth cherishing.
-- after some time --
Aedica led Julius to her bedroom, their bodies still buzzing with the afterglow of their lovemaking. She didn't want him to sleep naked—not because she didn't enjoy the sight of his chubby, dark-skinned body, but because she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off him. And she wanted to respect his space, his comfort, especially since this was all new to him.
She rummaged through her dresser, pulling out an old, oversized shirt. It was far too big for him, but she knew he would be comfortable in it. She held it out to him, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"Here," she said, her voice gentle. "You should wear this to sleep. It's too big, I know, but it's soft and comfortable."
Julius took the shirt, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a spark of warmth through her. He slipped it on, the fabric swallowing him, the sleeves hanging past his hands, the hem falling to his knees. He looked up at her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft.
Aedica led him to her bed, a massive affair designed specifically for her centaur form. It was high off the ground, the mattress firm yet plush, the frame sturdy enough to support her weight. She climbed onto it, turning to help Julius up, her hands steadying him as he climbed onto the bed beside her.
Finding a comfortable position took some time. Julius was small compared to her, his body soft and pliant where hers was firm and muscular. They moved around like a puzzle, Julius trying to find a spot where he fit, where he could be close to her without feeling smothered.
After a while, they found their spot. Julius settled against her, his head resting on her chest, his arms wrapping around her waist. Aedica held him close, her body curving around his, her hooves dangling off the side of the bed.
Julius used her massive breasts as a pillow, the soft, warm flesh cradling his head, the scent of her skin filling his nostrils. Aedica held him close, one arm wrapped around him, her other hand stroking his hair, her fingers tracing the lines of his scalp.
As they lay there, Aedica thought about Julius' past. He had never had a girlfriend before—never mind a wife. She had heard stories of mothers who kept their sons hidden away, who feared the world and the women who would want to claim their boys. Maybe Julius was one of them—maybe he had been protected, sheltered, kept safe from the world.
Either way, he was with her now, and she was determined to make the most of it. She knew she couldn't keep him to herself forever—not with so few men in the world—but for tonight, he was hers. Hers alone.
She tightened her grip on him, holding him close, her heart swelling with affection. She would share him, of course—she knew that. But for now, for tonight, he was hers. And she was going to cherish every moment.
As they drifted off to sleep, Aedica's last thoughts were of Julius—his soft skin, his gentle snores, the way his body fit perfectly against hers. And she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was falling in love.