It was a beautiful night. The moon was shining brightly, an ever present reminder of the might of the Goddess of the night, Selemene. Below this awe inspiring celestial body, a grand battle was taking place.

In their eternal quest for dominance, both the Dire and the Radiant ancients used their immense power to rally several heroes to their cause. A large clash near one of the many defensive towers surrounding the Dire ancient had just finished. Out of the nine heroes participating, only one had survived: Luna, the Moon Rider, riding atop her black panther Nova.

Both rider and mount were quite hurt from the intense fight. Feeling the Radiant ancient's call to push forward, she did not relent in her fight against the dire, however close to death she might have been. She pushed forwards, and with the aid of the nearby lesser warriors managed to destroy the infernal tower halting their progression.

Feeling as though she performed her duty, Luna fled into the nearby woods. As she entered a small clearing, she heard a soul shattering roar. A warcry, of sorts. Before she knew what was going on, Centaur Warrunner, the last remaining Dire hero, ran towards her at great speed, and easily knocked her off her mount with the haft of his large war axe. So great was the force behind the blow, that she flew several feet through the air before hitting the ground. Dazed, confused and out of breath, the Moon Rider tried hoisting herself up using a nearby tree, but all she managed was getting in a sitting position, her back against the tree.

She watched in horror as Nova growled and hissed at the large centaur, swiping her legs at him. The exhausted beast was no match for Bradwarden. He merely grabbed his poleaxe with both hands, raised it up high, and brought it down on the panther, blunt side first. The heavy blow connected to the top of Nova's head, knocking it down into the dirt. The centaur held the panther's head in place. Nova tried to growl, but what came out was more of a pained mewl.

Bradwarden looked around. Luna still had not moved. Her breathing was heavy and she looked as though she was drifting between unconsciousness and a world of agony. Her mount was subdued under his heavy axe. "Weaklings." he murmured to himself. Suddenly, a scent assaulted Warrunner's nose. It was subtle. Most humans probably wouldn't have noticed it. He took a few deep sniffs. Grinning, he slowly lifting his axe from Nova's head. The panther tried getting to her feet, but failed.

Bradwarden circled to her rear, reached down with his hand and took hold of the beast's tail. Nova growled as best she could as he roughly yanked it upwards. Using his other hand, Warrunner ran a single finger over the panther's exposed genitals. He felt the heat radiating off of her, and her slimey, sticky juices coated his finger long before he reached the top of her slit. Centaur wasted no time. He quickly stepped over the creature, sniffing her arousal on his finger. The scent was heavy, but not unpleasant. Much unlike the scent of female centaurs. He placed the far end of the haft of his axe on Nova's head, to keep her down.

The scent of the feline in heat was enough to turn Bradwarden on. It wasn't long before his large equine member emerged from its sheath, lining up perfectly with Nova's slit. Taunting himself, he slowly ran his member up and down her twat, getting his flared tip covered in her juices. His front hooves batting at the ground besides the panther, he finally could take no more.

With one fierce thrust he rammed the entire length of his member into the somewhat unwilling panther. Nova growled in pain, her species not meant to take cocks this big. "Tight fit", the centaur remarked. He slightly pulled back, before slamming back into her. He formed a slow rhytm, fucking the beast below him. The pain Nova was experiencing slowly faded. Her carnal need to breed, her heat, was slowly taking over.

Bradwarden started picking up the pace and the intensity of his thrusts, rapidly pumping over half of his horse cock in and out of the panther. Her mind completely befuddled by lust, Nova slowly raised her hind, using all the might left in her body. Bradwarden himself got lost in the act, grunting deeply as he started hammering the poor panther. He couldn't help but shout out as he buried himself inside of her one final time, before reaching his climax. His heavy balls pumped load after load of his spunk deep into the feline below, as he gave a few final thrusts.

Nova softly purred. Her need to breed was fulfilled. Altough her partner might not be compatible with her species, her body did not care. She relished the feeling of getting filled by wave after wave of warm, fertile seed. Just as she felt a couple of drips starting to spill out of her, Bradwarden pulled out, accompanied by a whole torrent of the stuff, forming a large puddle under her hindquarters. Exhausted, she lowered herself into the puddle, and softly dozed off to a well deserved sleep.

Centaur turned his direction to Luna. She still had not recovered. He almost killed her. Good. She deserves no less than death for letting her mount suffer like that. He approached the woman, cum still dripping out of his cock. He raised his front legs off the ground, and planted his two front hooves firmly against the tree, above Luna's head. In doing so, he had brought his slimey member right in front of her face.

"Look after your pet, or she will become mine." he growled in his low voice. Luna groggily opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a golden torrent. Bradwarden lavishly pissed over the defeated heroine, marking her with his thick scent. Luna quickly closed her eyes once more, and simply lay there in shame.

As soon as he finished, he got off the tree. Knowing the Moon Rider nor her mount would recover before the end of the battle, he left them both there, as he ran off into the distance, the sun slowly rising.