(Alt. Path) She tells him how.

"Okay, I'll-"

She stops Tasos from what he was going to say.

"You're going to fuck me," she said in a husky, but matter-of-factly.

"What? Jan, not that I don't want to, but-" he begins to say.

"Worried you might breed me like Serena out there?" She asked this with a smoldering look.

"Umm." Tasos gulped, feeling his erection painfully grow inside his shorts. "That..I mean you ARE about to be married-."

She smiled, appreciating him trying to do the honorable thing.

"Steve and I have agreed to let Gen breed me at the upcoming party," she explained, staring into his eyes, smirking.

That caught him a bit off-guard. "Really? Centaurs are..very potent."

"So are satyrs from what I hear. Hmm, such a short time table. I wonder which of you would knock me up first?" Jan teased as if she herself were just thinking it.

Tasos stoods up, and started undoing his pants. Jan's eyes lowered, watching him unzip and drop his pants. Her eyes lit up a bit in foggy lust. It was nowhere as big as Gen's, but still Tasos was blessed with a long, thick cock. If she had to guess it was 9 inches, maybe more?

"How is that woman walking?" Jan asked in admiration, referring to Serena.

He chuckled. "She did wobble for a bit. Relied on her wings for awhile." His tone turned serious. "You sure about this? Centaurs and satyrs have always had a bit of a friendly rivalry in regards to our romantic endeavors. If you consent: I will try my hardest to beat Gen to breeding you."

Jan looked him straight in the eye, moved so her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her tone was low, aroused, and full of want.

"Do it."