An old wooden table, battle-scarred from drinking tournaments and arm-wrestling, sits in a small, sun-drenched garden behind the Chieftess' longhouse. Beneath the open sky, and sipping salaciously on a goblet of plum wine, Vuvi leans back on her chair as Chieftess Ventousa reads through a scroll.
"It's quite simple." Vuvi simpers.
Ventousa slams the paper down onto the table, downs a cup of hard-liquor and wheezes through a fiery sigh.
"So…" she says, her nose wrinkled as she slumps back into her chair. "If I understand this correctly, you want to charge 25 gold standards, per mare, per session, to get pleasured by that… shiny sex-golem behind you?"
Pip beeps, insulted, and tilts his gleaming head.
"Correction." Vuvi coughs. "Per standard session. That doesn't include any of our extra add-on options, which includes full-body oilwork, emotional-sync protocols, the double-deluxe thrust package… it's all on there if you just turn the page."
"Extortion!" Ventousa barks. "You're robbing my daughters through orgasms!"
"Yet, they're thanking me for it." Vuvi smirks as she sips on her wine.
"Paying for pleasure…" The Chieftess' groans, staring Vuvi down as she grabs a keg and pours herself another drink. "Before this curse, we earned it! Through battles, through races under the stars, through soft words in hidden meadows. I broke 10 stallions before my 20th summer. Paying for it…ugh… it's dishonorable!"
She swigs her glass and sneers at the scroll on the table as she contemplates.
Vuvi leans in. "I'm sure those 20 summers were moist and magical." she says softly. "But now your stable suffers. Your men castrated by a demon, and your women lost without their love. You warriors have forgotten what it means to be touched, really touched."
Ventousa lifts her gaze to meet Vuvi's, and hidden behind the fury and anger in her eyes, lurked a deep, sensual yearning.
Vuvi slid her handle gently across the table.
Ventousa lifts an eyebrow.
"How long has it been…" Vuvi whispers. "Since you've been touched."
The Chieftess doesn't blink. She doesn't react. She simply stares.
Long… and cold.
"One session. No charge." Vuvi exclaims as she leans back into her chair. "If you're not completely satisfied with our service, we'll leave. No payments. No problems."
Ventousa's brow twitches.
Then she snorts. "Very well, Blackthorn. I'll take your golden golem for a ride. But be warned, I have been loved by stallions that rode me like divine lightning."
Vuvi chuckles as she glares at the Chieftess. "Darling… he is divine lightening."
Before Pip could blink… if he could blink, he found himself inside the Chieftess' longhouse.
Stiff as a statue.
The place was massive. He stood surrounded by trophies of war and hunt and conquest, polished weapons made of bone and claw-marked armours that spoke of glorious battles.
And at its center, a massive nest of fresh hay, soft, silk linens and fragrants furs that could swallow a dragon.
Ventousa struts around him, ripping off armour that hits the floor with heavy thuds as she circles him like he was wounded prey.
He flinches with a clank.
"It shows fear." she cackles as she tosses off her breastplate. "Gooood."
His eyes follow her as she moves around him, twisting her arms and neck.
"I've had lovers that could crush boulders between their thighs, that sang symphonies with their thrusts. What can magic metal offer me?"
Pip twitches as his visual interface blinks.
[Target Name: Ventousa, Chieftess of the Green Sea Tribes]
[Species: Centaur]
[Arousal Status: 34%]
[Emotional Status: Curious / Unimpressed (High) / Horny (High)]
[Target Pleasure Objective: Satisfy]
She steps closer, wearing nothing but her scars and pride as she places her hand on his shoulder.
He looks up with a slight quiver.
"I know that you will disappoint me." she hisses.
For Vuvi…
He spreads his legs, lowers his center of gravity. And beeps.
She tilts her head, confused.
He pounces.
[Sensual Touch Lv. 3 Activated.]
All she sees is a golden blur.
All she feels is long lost memories given form.
He grips her, flips her and carries her to the bed. Like a queen being laid into legend, he sets her down gently into the soft silk as she stares at him like a golden knight, seduced into stunned silence.
And soon after, her eyes would twist and her mind melt as he crowns her with orgasms worthy of worship.
Back in the garden, Vuvi sips silently on her wine as she kicks at a table leg for 10 minutes, then reviews her performance notes and travelling budget for another 30 minutes, and then takes a quick nap for about an hour.
Eventually, a door creaks open and the centaur queen emerges, eyes drooping, her breath shallow and legs straining beneath her as she hangs heavily on Pip, who shines brightly as he steps into the sun.
She stumbles to the table where Vuvi softly snores amidst a pool of drool.
"...just the tip!" she squeaks, startled from her nap by a loud bang.
As she rubs sleep from her eyes and spit from her face, her lips slowly part into an wide, open mouth smile as she gazes at a big bag of gold that's been set down before her.
She looks up at the Chieftess, smirking with a face that screams I told you so.
"Three days!" Ventousa croaks. "All my mares. As much as they want. Bath him, feed him, oil him, whatever it takes to keep him going. Just make sure he doesn't leave!"
Vuvi grins. "I've already started drawing up the schedules."