Her hands were shaking so badly that the cloth trembled visibly as she brought it closer.
"Go on," Julian encouraged, his voice almost gentle now.
The centaur bit her lower lip, then finally brought the cloth to touch him.
Her first touch was so light it was barely there, the fabric just grazing his skin. She flinched at the contact, as if expecting him to react violently. When he remained still and relaxed, she tried again, slightly firr this ti.
She began to clean him carefully. Her movents were jerky and nervous at first but gradually beca more steady as she focused on her task. The cloth moved along his length, carefully wiping away the evidence of his intercourse with Emma.
Julian watched her work with a smirk, his eyes tracking every movent, every expression that crossed her face. Her breathing quickened despite her obvious discomfort, her nipples hardening beneath the thin cloth, and Julian was well aware of everything.
She kept glancing up at his face, then quickly away.
Emma, still recovering on the table, watched the scene with fascination.
"What’s your na?" Julian asked casually, as if this were a perfectly normal situation.
The centaur jumped slightly at his voice, her hand pausing for just a mont. "S-Sera, Master," she managed to answer.
"Sera," Julian repeated. "That’s pretty. How long have you been serving in these castles, Sera?"
"About... about fifty years, Master." Her cloth continued its work, moving carefully around the head of his cock. She was being extraordinarily careful, as if terrified of hurting him or making a mistake.
Julian nodded thoughtfully. "Fifty years. And in that ti, you’ve seen how the realm has grown, I imagine. How the population has developed."
"Y-yes, Master." Sera’s cloth moved lower now, cleaning with the sa ticulous attention.
"I’m curious about sothing," Julian said, shifting slightly in his chair. The movent made Sera freeze, but he was simply getting more comfortable. "How do your kind reproduce? The centaurs born in this world—how does that work exactly?"
Sera’s hands faltered completely this ti. Her face, already flushed, sohow managed to turn even redder. "I... Master, that’s..."
She couldn’t continue, too mortified to put words to it.
"Answer the question," Julian said, his tone still gentle but carrying an edge of command that made disobedience impossible.
Sera swallowed hard, forcing herself to resu her task. Her hands were shaking even worse now. "Like... like every other creature, Master," she managed to say, her voice so quiet Julian had to lean forward slightly to hear. "Females have... we have..."
She gestured vaguely with one hand at her lower half. "The appropriate anatomy. Between the hind legs. And males have their... their anatomy. When they... when we..."
She couldn’t finish, too overwheld by embarrassnt. The cloth in her hands continued moving almost automatically, cleaning him thoroughly even as her mind struggled with the question.
"I see," Julian said, nodding with approval.
His cock was clean now, but Sera continued her cleaning, perhaps not knowing what else to do. Julian was responding to her attention—growing harder despite having just finished with Emma twice.
Sera noticed as well, and her eyes widened as she felt him stiffen beneath the cloth. "I... Master, I didn’t an to..."
"It’s a natural response," Julian assured her. "Nothing to apologize for."
He studied her thoughtfully, his gaze traveling over her body. The way her humanoid torso was shaped, perfectly feminine with decent-sized breasts. The way it transitioned seamlessly into her lower half. The powerful muscles of her horse body, built for speed and strength.
It was amusing.
"Another question," Julian said, and Sera tensed, sohow knowing this question would be even more difficult than the last. "Is interspecies intercourse possible in this world? Between, say, a centaur and a humanoid form like mine?"
Sera’s hands froze completely. The cloth fell from her nerveless fingers, landing on Julian’s thigh. Her mouth opened and closed several tis, yet no sound erged.
"I... Master, I don’t... I’m not sure," she finally managed to stamr out. Her breathing had beco rapid and shallow, her breasts rising and falling quickly beneath their covering. "I’ve never... no one has ever... Why would you ask such a thing?"
Julian reached out and gently tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to et his gaze directly.
"Curiosity," he replied, his tone suggesting this was a perfectly reasonable explanation. "I want to understand what has developed, what’s possible, and what limitations exist."
Sera trembled under his touch, her eyes searching his face as if trying to understand what he really wanted.
"I... I truly don’t know, Master. I’ve heard stories, perhaps, but nothing confird. The different species generally keep to their own kind for... for such matters."
"Then perhaps," Julian said softly, his hand moving from her chin to stroke through her long dark hair, "we should find out. For the sake of understanding this world better."
Sera’s eyes went even wider, if that were possible. "Master? What do you an?"
"Show ," Julian said, his voice taking on that commanding quality that had made Emma and countless others submit so completely. "Show your pussy. Let understand how your kind is made. Let see if the compatibility exists."
"Master!" Sera gasped. Her hands ca up instinctively to cover her chest. "I couldn’t possibly—this is—I’m not—"
"You can and you will," Julian interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argunt. "Stand up. Turn around. Present yourself to . Now."
The command was absolute. Sera found herself obeying before she consciously decided to, her body responding to the authority in his voice. She rose on trembling legs, her hooves clattering loudly on the stone floor.
Emma, still watching from the table, felt a new wave of arousal. She rembered that tone, that absolute command. It had made her submit countless tis, and she could see it working the sa magic on poor Sera.
Slowly, Sera turned. Her body rotated until her rear portions were presented toward Julian. Her tail, which had been swishing agitatedly, suddenly stilled—as if even that small movent might draw more attention to what she was displaying.
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