No. You win!

"... ****."

Hearing her answer, you grin and shake your head. "Sorry, but no."

The centaur barks out a laugh. "Hah, damn! Smart one, aren't you? Well, you won fairly, human. A deal is a deal, you get to ride me to the city. Let me adjust my packs, then climb on."

You relax somewhat, seeing that the centaur plans to keep her promise. As you step closer to her, she sets about rearranging her saddlebags to give you room to sit. As you reach towards her, intending to help her adjust the straps that are awkward for her to reach, she suddenly steps sideways, pivoting her rump towards you. You recoil slightly, her sudden movement surprising you. Unintentionally staring at her rear end as you are, you have a perfect view when her tail flips aside, revealing her horse-like pussy.

Though you only get a glimpse of her animalistic centaur cunt before her tail flips back down, the image of thick, dark lips with a small spot of pink nestled between burns itself into your mind.

"While you're back there, mind helping me with this? Loosen the strap on my left flank, human." Her tone might be innocent, but the lecherous grin on her face tells you that the centaur knew exactly what she was doing.

Shaking your head to clear it, the best response you can summon is, "Err, right, sure thing."

Between the two of you, it only takes a few minutes to adjust her packs. You'll still have to sit forward on her lower body and wrap your arms around her human torso if you wish to stay on her back, but you find the idea of essentially hugging her amazonian, womanly body to be quite appealing. Although, you do wish that she would stop teasing you constantly.

As you nimbly clamber atop her back, she leers at you over her shoulder. "You should be thankful, human, there's damn few males that have ever 'ridden' me!"

You're growing frustrated that she refuses to use your name. "You know, I gave you my name when we first met. I would appreciate if you would use it," you say in a gruff, serious voice that is not even slightly petulant. Really.

As the centaur woman sets off at a brisk canter, she says, "I can agree to that, you did prove yourself to be Worthy by your cleverness. I shall address you as Alex, then!" She chuckles, glancing over her shoulder at you. "Unless calling you 'human' would be funnier, that is."

You suppose that's the best you'll get out of this frustrating, taunting part-woman. You also can't help but notice her odd emphasis when she said 'worthy,' but decide not to question her on it. "I never did catch your name, by the way."

For once, the smile she gives you is neither taunting nor flirtatious. "My spirit-given name is Nyrella."

You nod in acknowledgement, and find yourself smiling back at her. For all that you came much closer than you would like to her sodomizing you with her equine member, you find yourself growing rather fond of this clever, flirtatious warrior woman. Naturally, Nyrella ruins the mood with the next words out of her mouth.

"Remember it well, Alex. It's the name you'll be moaning as you beg for more!"

You groan in frustration. Just what have you gotten yourself into?