Green Bush Erotica Volume 8
Green Bush Erotica Volume 8
by Elliot Silvestri
Collection copyright © 2015 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
Centaur’s Slave copyright © 2015 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
Alien Milk Fiend copyright © 2014 by Green Bush Publishing
The Milkmaid of Human Kindness and Completely Willing to Milk copyright © 2014 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Table of Contents
Centaur’s Slave
Chapter One
“She looks beaten down. Are you sure she’ll breed?” The buyer was an oily, overweight man who was despised by everyone in the manor house. However, he was an expert at buying slave flesh and was respected for his abilities.
“She’s the seventh daughter of ten sibs,” the slaver replied. He was a bard man accustomed to hard deeds. His once black hair was fading to gray. “She’ll breed.”
“Captured her in a raid, I suppose,” the buyer sniffed. “Raiding the outlands again?” His disdain for the slaver applied only to his techniques, not his profession.
“Not at all, Dorval,” the slaver replied. “I’ve gone respectable. She’s a fine piece of flesh. I bought her outright from her parents.”
Dorval scratched at his ample belly and arched an eyebrow. “She’s a little old for that, don’t you think? You expect me to believe you?”
The slaver kissed his three right fingers—the pinky having been severed in a sword fight years ago—and raised them to the sky. “My lips to the five gods’ ears. It’s the truth. She’s a miller’s daughter. He couldn’t afford her any longer.”
A loud barking laugh issued from the fat man’s wet lips. “I don’t believe you or your appeals to the gods.” He half turned to one of the slaver’s assistants. “Strip her.”
That was a good sign. The slaver hid his smile under his hand as he rubbed her chin that sprouted a scraggly beard. The buyer wouldn’t want to see the slave’s skin if he wasn’t interested.
The girl—young woman, really—barely reacted when the assistant pulled the loose tunic from her body, exposing her to the men’s eyes. The slaver had seen many and more just like her. His eyes barely slid over the woman’s flesh. The buyer took his time, taking in every inch of her body, not for some lascivious purpose, but because he knew how to do his job.
The girl was tall, not extremely so, but it was notable. She was much more muscular than any city girl. She might very well have been a miller’s daughter and accustomed to hard work; that was good. The duke would appreciate a slave of good constitution. Her hair was blond, typical of those from the northern hinterlands, and her hips were wide—she certainly would breed if the slaver wasn’t lying about her lineage. She was however, filthy, and in desperate need of a bath. It was her breasts that attracted Dorval’s attention. They were young and ripe and topped with slightly up-tipped nipples of a perfect pink shade that complimented her pale skin.
Dorval reached out and grasped one of her tits. Lianna shied away from his hand, but the slaver pulled sharply on the chain attached to the collar around her neck, keeping her in place. She should have been used to such treatment by now, but the roughness still surprised her every time.
“Careful, Hork, don’t damage the goods,” Dorval cautioned. That encouraged the slaver. Dorval wouldn’t care about bruises if he wasn’t interested.
“She’s a little dirty from travel,” Hork said, going into a sales pitch, “but she’ll clean up nicely.”
Dorval massaged the girl’s breast, finding it full and supple, then let go. Lianna let out a breath when he did so. “You should have washed her before showing up on my door,” he complained.
“I didn’t ...