Named after its own king, the city of Gara was stretching wide and far. The corruption around it had halted itself and instead began to attack the rest of the clans. It was far too perfect and the reason behind it all? Not the king himself, but his brother Isaac–the only human of the colony.
Born to a centaur yet with human limbs, he was meant to be squashed by his father at birth, but his mother did all that was possible to keep her child safe. Her attempts lasted years upon years, till the very day she poisoned her husband and then stabbed herself with a knife.
Isaac wasn't unaware of her sacrifice and so he did everything he could to be accepted into the rest of the centaurian society. And now as he sat on the council as the lone advisor to his red-maned brother, his pale lips lay curved in a forever smile.
"We know where the intruders are, I suppose we should send our men," Gara cackled, stroking his bushy red beard.
Surrounded by women of every race he could find, that too in veils too thin to hide anything at all, he appeared like any other centaurian brute although slightly more tanned than the regular centaurs. It wasn't just his burly beard, his body was thrice the size of a minotaur with every bit of muscle carved like a stone sculptured.
Sitting on a maroon mat with golden laces, he appeared like a nawab surrounded by his concubines. But alas, the illusion–at least for the girls, shattered as they heard the jingling sound of his wife's golden jewelry approaching from behind them.
Knowing he wouldn't have a chance to say a word once she got there, Isaac quickly got up from his seat and presented the king with his quick opinion.
"We should wait till nightfall, the best time to get them by surprise," airing his suggestion, Isaac turned around to leave the king's pillared hall.
Walking down the stained carpet, he could already hear his brother's wife complaining from a distance. Soon enough as she was by his side, however, her lips were sealed as even she couldn't dare raise her voice to her aggressive husband. She'd been beaten under his hooves far too many times to rebuke him any longer, but that didn't mean she couldn't lash out at the slaves.
"What the hell do you want?" Complained the king, gripping a demi-cat by her waist and pulling her closer just to rub it in his wife Ophelia's face.
Red face as red as her head she scrunched her nose and glanced over to the cat-girl. Her gaze alone was a sign of warning for the girl, but with the king's grip on her, she knew if she tried to fight she would be killed then and there.
"You've ruined my mood," scoffed Gara, pulling himself up as well as the girl like a carrying bag to his side.
"Ah! Uhm…" Unable to hold her voice from the discomfort the girl tried to speak, but before she could even form a word, Gara flung her body onto his shoulders and began carrying her toward his coliseum's special window.
Three fingers deep inside her pussy, he kept digging in with his sharp nails, making the girl squirm in his arm and yet hold her voice to avoid being thrown to the wing-torn griffins.
'Again? How many girls are going to go through in a day?' Watching her husband making his way to the gallery, Ophelia already knew where this was going. Today alone, her husband had either fucked a dozen girls to death until they were just hanging by his dick with their organs so squish that the tip of his cock was coming out of the mouth.
And the poor girl was headed for a similar fate, but to her surprise, as soon as her husband reached the very end he gestured something to the workers in the colosseum before throwing the girl in.
"GARA! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU–" Before she could even get up, one glance from her husband with the screams of the girls echoing in the background, was more than enough to put her in her place.
'You bastard!' She screamed internally, still being able to listen to the voice of the girl who was more than likely discarded for the workers.
Like a pack of hyenas, they descended on the woman's body, some grabbed her legs, the others her upper body, and in that tug of war of theirs it took only a few long seconds for them to split the girl's spine. But that didn't stop the monsters from splitting her legs and doing what they intended to even though the girl was dead.
"Do you want me to throw another girl in there? If not then fuck back into your chambers!" Screamed the king as he made his way back to his room.
"Yes…" Taking one last glance at the girls, Ophelia took a deep breath as she got up to leave them with her husband.
Unlike before when they'd her for being a centaur, the girls knew that she was their only hope to live and so they latched on to her limbs and began begging for their lives.
"TAKE US WITH YOU! WE'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!"
However, before Ophelia could respond, Gara rushed over to the girls and grabbed one by her ponytail while smashing the heads of the others underneath his hooves.
"LEAVE ME! LEAVE Me!"
The girls quickly scattered throughout the room but their fate was sealed. In a matter of seconds, the lustful bodies and the curves were nothing but splatters on the ground, ones which would soon end up in the hands of the soldiers and workers to sate their lust after the king was done.
'A city as lush as Elenairs soon to be, led by a tyrant who is dying to twilight!' Hiding at the end of the halls just around the corner, Isaac has had enough of his brother.
He may have been part of a monster clan, but his humanity had tugged at his heart every waking moment in service to the king, and with a power that could potentially put an end to his tyranny so close, he knew he had to do something.
"Greg was it?" Thinking back to a prisoner that his army had captured a while back, Isaac finally began walking away from the halls. "I suppose I'll have to take you up on your offer."