Lust

This was the same look that many of the women in your village gave your father. Lust. Apparently, you had caused this centaur, Lilryvel, fall for you. You weren't sure what is was though that caused it. Only way to find out is to talk to her.

"Well now, Lilryvel, seeing as I have defeated you, is there any centaur custom I should be aware of pertaining to this?"

Lilryvel smiled and nodded before kneeling on all four of her legs and bowing her head to the ground.

"By right of submission in combat, I am now your eternal ****."

You dropped the spear in your hand and looked at her shocked.

"What? Um...…mind elaborating?"

Lilryvel raised her head and nodded.

"My people are, as you've said, a very proud race. For that reason, union through marriage is not a concept for us. There is only dominance. As my people grow up, we are mentored by an elder warrior in combat. This is to prepare the centaurs of both genders to someday battle each other for dominance. The victor becomes the master of the defeated."

"What if a centaur isn't into the other sex?"

"They have the right. The only restriction is that no centaur may engage in dominance combat until the 18th full of cycle of seasons has passed since life was breathed into their bodies."

After thinking about that, you figured that meant that they had to be at least 18 to fight.

"Is that why you centaurs are slavers? For you it's just your ways?"

"Yes. The law of the forest is that only those who are the strongest, fastest, and most cunning may survive. Those who aren't are destined to be the property of those who are."

"Like you now."

Lilryvel blushed and nodded.

"Ever since my 18th snowsleep, I have been wary of any who might seek to fight me for dominance. All who I believed would, I intimidated to never try. Maybe that's why you did. Deep down, I've always known that I was never meant to be a master, but a ****. Just another lowly mare in another one's herd."

Hearing her say that caused you to feel your cock harden. This majestic centaur, in all her might and beauty, was submitting to you. Might as well enjoy it.

"So that means that you're still a virgin."

"Yes, master. How do you want to take me?"

You walked up to her and as she looked at you in anticipation, you grabbed her long hair and yanked it back with ****. After her initial yelp of pain, you heard her moan and her face redden. In fact, you even smelled what seamed to be the musk of arousal wafting through the air.

"Seems you are right. Your destiny was never to enslave another, but to be enslaved by another. You just want to be treated like nothing more than a common animal. A piece of property that could be shared with others without your well being ever thought about."

"Yes. I'm nothing to you. Please, master. Claim me as your pet."

"I will, but first, I want to make you look the part."

You looked at the saddle bags that were still on her lower half.

"Let's open those saddle bags of yours and see what we have to work with."

Lilryvel nodded with excitement and, after you let go of her hair, turned around and grabbed her saddle bags to show to you.