The centaur Speaker, Rizog Windrunner, paused in presentation of his tale. In his passionate regaling of the infamous Vacaras, son of Galar, Icon of Camp Beastfolk, he had suddenly noticed something. There was a shift in his harem. Triplets strode upon his back whose dark skin, scantily clad in only a few silks and leathers, was on display for all who dared to look upon them. Their usual attention and affection to him was there. But there was something else. A few less caresses, a slightly turned posture, subtle things but he noticed them all now. They were distracted. Something drew their attention elsewhere but perhaps not consciously.
He could not tell what drew their gazes and to his observations neither could they but something was amiss. Windrunner would be questioning them thoroughly later but for now he spread his mighty arms before the Sacred Monolith. He would not be distracted from his duty as a Speaker for the Emerald Horde. "But our valiant kinsmen would not relent in his journey, for his determination was unbreakable, even when it lead him into the dangerous heart of a human settlement."
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When Vacaras, son of Garlan, arrived in the town of Deltis he knew that he would be drawing attention to himself even though beast folk were given citizenship status in the Axiom Empire after a period of military service. He had received his share of looks but he did not take into account the many glances he would earn due to his companions. The riverside town had a share of people from all over Barthica in its tall, symmetrical, flat-roofed buildings. None however, from the wild haired refugees of the Elysian Chorus to the fiendish adventures from distant Profus, seemed to compare to he or his companions in terms of outstanding appearance. Vacaras hulked larger than all of them. He stood almost twice as tall as the comparable human and the musculature of his arms alone dwarfed most adventurers' weapons. His horns were always at risk of getting tangled in the long following black and white banners of the Axiom Empire strewn between buildings. Any person that had any previous experience with minotaurs would stare at Vacaras' unique white coat the likes of which there was none other. Perhaps most eye-catching feature, for those of stronger hungers, was the reality that our kin had completely outgrown the coverage provided by his loincloth. Completely flaccid, the head of the thick beast cock hung past the pale fabric covering. The thing was massive and it was the object of great attention by several of the simple people of Deltis who received the sight with stark horror, jaw dropping shock, a licking of lips, or some combination of the three. It was also the frequent focus of his two traveling companions.
Valerie Duskal continued through the town, never too far behind her bestial lover, mumbling to herself about this or that errant thought. The vast brim of her black hat kept the sun from being any serious obstacle to her travel. Nevertheless her posture was hunched over, a combination of her frequent recoiling upon realizing she had said something strange and the hefty weights upon her chest. Her black gown had done little conceal her figure after her blonde friend had tied the excess cloth around her thick waist to prevent it from dragging on the ground. The black fabric could not hide her two head-dwarfing breasts if it tried. It also bunched up between her large ass cheeks continuously, revealing their size to all she passed. Every step caused her chest to bounce significantly. In truth, the general silhouette of her lewd body was very clear to all townsfolk present but was only seen in fleeting glances when it seemed unlikely her hulking companion would not retaliate. But Valerie was often too distracted to notice them herself by the sturdy musculature of the minotaur's back, glutes, thighs and the fat cock that hung between them. Often quietly smiling to herself and absent mindedly groping a feel of her own bust in oblivious excitement.
Cassandra Lusa strode with all the confidence and determination of a woman on a righteous mission. This was simply her natural gait. She knew, of course, her errand was nothing holy. Granted, she had been putting a little extra bounce her step. She was a master enchantress after all and she would not indulge the idea of her partner going a moment forgetting it. Cassandra's thick thighs and bubble butt were perfectly framed by the arching cut of her long gold hair and tightly wrapped in a short white dress which did nothing to restrain the bounce and sway of her hips and ass with every step she took. Her choice to walking in front of Vacaras and leading the way was not an unintentional one. She felt his eyes frequently staring at her round rear and she quietly loved it. Cassandra's chest was not any less concealed as her ample cleavage was pressed tightly into the white dress and bounced with even the slightest movement. Despite her having less curve on her more athletic frame than her thick necromancer companion, both she and Vacaras noticed that she had larger tits and a thicker ass than any of the women of this town by a significant margin, turning heads everywhere she lead the party. A topic she had planned to bring up the next time she got the minotaur alone.
The people of Deltis, worldly as they were, all gave Vacaras and his harem a wide berth. When they finally arrived in the town square the great beast sat himself on the lip of an ornate symmetrical white fountain. "I sense her magic all over this place. The banners, the statues, the clothes, this fountain. This Saria Yampart had been busy here for some time."
"I had not heard from her since she transferred here. I am only told that this is where she is conducting her research and that if I needed any assistance she would be the closest mage of the White Council." Cassandra said as she folded her arms under her heavy bust.
"We c-can't spend too much time here. I don't think the town guard will do anything but if the officials report us well have a lot more trouble coming." Valiere mumbled looking at two men in white armor give the party a sideways glance.
"I fear it is mostly you Sir Vacaras. You stand out. As you should for a beast of your quality." The blonde witch added, "But perhaps we should find an inn. Allow us to scout about. You can rest up for our report tonight." Cassandra always presented herself as all business and to a stranger that is exactly how she looked. But our kin knew that beneath her words and her composure she was truly depraved with a lust that bordered on insatiable. Green eyes bore down on him with a passionate intensity and he knew what she truly wanted him to rest up for. Despite this the son of Garlan found the strategy most agreeable as long as they promised him to be careful. Like any of the Emerald Horde he would broker no harm coming to his harem.
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The largest bed was barely enough to contain the hulking minotaur that laid in it. Outside the sun had set and the small dark bedroom the group had rented from the innkeeper was a far change from the caves and tents Vacaras had so grown accustomed to. He waited in solitude as his companions scoured the riverside town. The low din of people enjoying the night outside made him uneasy despite their positive tones. Our kin, like so many of us, was more used to people gathering in mobs than in celebration. It was amid this that Vacaras heard a knock at the door. When the great beast rose to answer it he had to hunch over to avoid impaling the wooden ceiling on his horns.
On the other side of the threshold of the wooden door was a girl who bore great resemblance to the innkeeper. Dark skin, dark hair, simple features. She looked to be younger than his companions but of adventuring age. "Pardon me sir." The girl smiled. "I just wanted to check to see if your room met all your expectations."
"Ah. Yes. Thank you." Vacaras said uncomfortably. The girl gave off a tremendously magical aura. It did not seem to correspond to her appearance or profession at all.
