As the moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the land, Lucy found herself drawn to the ancient ruins that stood on the outskirts of the enchanted forest. She had heard whispers of a powerful entity that resided within the crumbling walls, a being of immense strength and desire.
Lucy’s heart raced with anticipation as she approached the ruins, the air crackling with an otherworldly energy. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing, his eyes gleaming with a primal hunger. He was no ordinary man; he was a being of pure darkness and lust, known only as the BBC – the Big Black Centaur.
Without a word, the BBC drew Lucy into his arms, his touch sending sh