You quickly gallop after the speeding princess, easily catching up to her and matching her horse's gait.
She looks over and almost falls off seeing you. You smile warmly to reassure her that you mean no harm. She pulls to a stop -- obviously intrigued.
You stop as well and stand before her, breathing deeply and not making any sudden moves.
She dismounts and cautiously approaches you. She is quite comely and her bosom is heaving above her tight bodice. Whether it's from the hard riding she's done of the sight of you is hard to tell, given the hungry look in her wide eyes.
She walks around you, sizing you up, and carefully reaches out to pat your flank. Your horse half jitters at her touch, the firm muscles rolling beneath her fingers. She runs her hand along your fur and glides it up to your human torso.
"My, you are a fine beast, aren't you?" she coos. "I've heard of your kind but never thought you were real."
You smile back, figuring that silence would be the best policy at the moment, and her smooth touch feels so good.
"But now that I can feel your hard, firm flesh… I know that I'm not dreaming," she says warmly as her hand slides down your stomach muscles and below, brushing up against your stiffening member.
"Oh! But what is this?" she exclaims with a twinkle in her eye. She takes your engorged cock in her hands and holds it up for closer inspection. "You're a beast that's more man than I imagined!" With a smile, she runs her hands up and down your sweaty shaft. "It doesn't bother you for me to play with you this way, does it?"
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