Jack Addison vs. Centaur Pimps

Jack Addison vs. a Whole World of Hot Trouble

by K.A. Merikan

“Can I get a ride on your back?”

“Only if you get me a drink first.”

Jack Addison’s career as a monster hunter is blossoming, and so is his experience in dealing with all kinds of interesting species. But one creature still remains a mystery to Jack—the feline-like Roux Chat-Bonnes. His fellow venator has been avoiding Jack since their successful werewolf hunt in Bohemia, but a man can only pine for so long, which is why Jack decides to vacation on a Greek island famous for its centaur population.

Eager to get intimately acquainted with one of the hooved beauties, Jack instead uncovers a cruel plot that will change his view of human-centaur relations for good.

 

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Themes: pride, experimenting, centaur, vacation, dreams, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, interspecies relations

Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy

Erotic content: Scorching hot, explicit scenes

Length: ~15,000 words (Episode 4 in the serial)

WARNING: This story contains morally ambiguous characters and scenes of sex that might be considered taboo.

 

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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 2
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Badass Hero, Beach Romance, Big Character / Little Character, Cultural Differences, Everyone is Queer, Forbidden Love, Interracial Relationship, Love Triangle, Rescue
Word Count: 15000
Setting: greece, island, resort, small town, beach
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt:

Jack folded the letter before stuffing it into the pocket of his backpack. He would definitely be mindful of centaurs, considering this was an integrated beach, and there were lush tails swinging everywhere.

Hidden in the shade of a large green parasol, Jack slurped his cocktail and lowered his shades, taking in all the large, muscular asses on show. This was his first day here, and he was overwhelmed by the relaxed atmosphere. Granted, he hadn’t met that many centaurs in the old town, where his hotel was located, but there was plenty of them parading along the promenade, their lean legs rising high with each step they took.

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One female centaur winked at him, but he made a point of not staring at her naked breasts when he smiled back, because he’d specifically come to the beach to spot the males. In town, the creatures wore poncho-like cloaks to avoid offending the human populace with the sight of their private parts, but at the beach, rules were much looser, and Jack was ready to spot some centaur cock. Would they be more human or horse-like? A mix of both? No one wrote about this in textbooks!

He was momentarily distracted by the sight of a huge male centaur with thick, furry legs approaching two human women, with colorful cocktails in hand. His organ wasn’t visible in its entirety, but the sheath and balls were definitely there. Jack felt himself salivating when one of the women petted the stallion's calf, urging him to rest between them. It wasn’t something people advertised, but Jack had heard rumors that the Greek towns with large populations of centaurs were a destination for adventurous pleasure-seekers, and that centaurs were keen to meet humans of all shapes and sizes.

Jack sat up in his sunbed at the sight of a centaur with a sleek golden coat and a white tail. Most of all, the human side of him was lovely too—all blond locks and blue eyes. Jack wasn’t even specifically attracted to centaurs, but wasn’t it all just so marvelously curious? Species intermingling, fur under his fingers, cocks of all types, creatures with such a variety of preferences. He was truly in a wonderful, wonderful place.

He was so entranced by the golden centaur that he hadn’t noticed another one sneak up on him. If a centaur the size of a shire horse could even sneak up on anyone. This guy didn’t make Jack smile as widely as his brethren. With a stern face and bushy eyebrows, he didn’t make an amazing first impression. Then again, maybe the centaur wasn’t here to make amorous connections but was selling something? Jack wouldn’t mind some feel-good herbs for the evening.

“Hey there. Travelled from afar? I’m Dru.”

Jack stretched his body lazily and had some more of the milky cocktail. “America.”

Dru smiled wider. “Oooh! First time in Greece? Admiring the views?”

Jack wasn’t sure whether Dru meant the coastline or centaurs, so he chose to stay vague and nodded. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

Dru crossed his arms, discreetly pointing out the centaur with the golden coat. Sadly, he was walking away down the beach with a human. “He really likes spending time with your kind, if you know what I mean.”

Jack snorted, already feeling the effects of this second alcoholic drink. “Yeah? Is he broken in?”

Dru smirked. “Ha! A connoisseur then. Would you like to meet one that isn’t? I could arrange that.”

Jack frowned. “Like... a human-virgin?”

“Yep. One that’s never had a human. Centaurs are such a curious bunch, it can be hard to find one like that here.”

Jack sat up, more curious by the minute. “And you know who to ask? You must be the guy everyone knows, right?”

Dru nodded, looking pretty happy with himself. “I’m a local. If you’re up for something really special, I even know a pony up for a good time. But he’s only staying on the island until midnight.”

Jack gave a little chuckle, but his booze-soaked brain jarred at the P-word. “No... I’m here to meet stallions. I want someone large, tall, ideally with a long tail.”

Dru grinned, the pony forgotten, and wagged his finger at Jack. “Oooh! I know just the type. Tan, and I mean skin and coat, and a lush black tail as long as the hair on his head. You up for that?”

Jack’s heart beat faster, urged on by the sight of two centaurs running along the beach, their manes and tails floating with the wind, their hooves splashing through the salty water. So glorious. “If he also has a pretty face.”

“Believe me, he does. And he’s one of those rare centaurs that has a darker stripe of hair down their spine, from the nape. Magnificent beast. You have to meet him.”

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About the Author

K.A. Merikan are a team of writers who try not to suck at adulting, with some success. Always eager to explore the murky waters of the weird and wonderful, K.A. Merikan don’t follow fixed formulas and want each of their books to be a surprise for those who choose to hop on for the ride.

K.A. Merikan have a few sweeter M/M romances as well, but they specialize in the dark, dirty, and dangerous side of M/M, full of bikers, bad boys, mafiosi, and scorching hot romance.


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