The heat is too much, both the sun shining onto you, and a warmth from within. The smell, the sights, everything is too much for your human mind to resist. Your shirt starting to tear as you tug at it further. Ripping it at the seams, making a mess under you. It feels better, but down there's just as bad. The heat building in your groin, the feeling of fabric against your dick too much. It's almost painful, and it just gets worse as the seconds pass.
It's an easier task than with your shirt. Just pulling your shorts down and then doing the same to your underwear. Finally in the nude, finally feeling better. But the breeze starts to pick up and blow against your groin. It feels so good, the wind tickling your cockhead. Causing vibrations through your person. Your eyes going from statue to statue. Seeing the carnal pleasure they are experiencing, and going to partake of your own. Hand closing in on your cock, ready to stroke
"Halt Human!"
A bass like voice calls from behind the trees. Joined by the sound of hooves on dirt. A man on a horse? You can see a broad figure moving past the dense bushes and bristles. Darker skin and well built body. Just like the statues here, the picture of a strong man with a Greek heritage. Buzz cut hair and short black beard. Hair between pecs and on the back of his arms. A warrior of some kind, whose lower half turns to that of a horse. Black fur, four hooves, and dick hiding in a sheath. Muscular stallion trotting closer to you. It's a centaur... Centaurs are real....
"What are you doing on this sacred ground?"
He crosses his arms after speaking in his musical accent, and waits for a response. You having to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. You tell him you're looking for your friend, that you don't mean to trespass but you need to find him.
"Your friend? If he came here then he is part of this temple. Leave, he has a better life now."
Was that supposed to be some sort of warning? Is it truth or a lie? You're not just going to give up without answers, stepping further into the temple and past the centaur. Tripping as the ground becomes uneven, your dick bumping against his furred leg, and releasing a wave of euphoria. That single impact was so good, better than any sex you've had. You need to-
"You are succumbing to the curse already? If you are that weak, then stroke now so I can claim you for my herd."
What does he mean? Why is he so cryptic? You drag your hand away, backing up and watching the centaur in case he tries anything funny. Though he just keeps watching.
"If you cum in this temple, you may never leave. If you cum a second time, you will be remade into a wonderful beast of this land."
He trots off without a care, tail flicking from side to side.
"We monster's cannot act until your first release. So if you stay, give in quickly. It is painful seeing a human I cannot have."
You... You can't cum? What the hell is this place? You're still so hard down there, and maybe he's lying, maybe it'd feel good and you'd be fine. Even the sun's rays are cause a tingling sensation on your skin, you're starting to sweat, you need-