Even in the shade of the massive tent it was still hot, and although Nadia Méchant wore little more than a transparent sash of green silk wrapped around her voluptuous body, her milky skin still glistened with sweat, and her long auburn hair clung to her swan-like neck and arched back. She was reclining against a mountain of pillows and cushions stuffed with goose-feathers, lazing about like a spoiled cat, gasping uncomfortably from the heat. Nadia was a naturally amorous woman, but something about the heat brought out the more sanguine qualities of her personality in even greater relief, and she found herself aroused and restless. Her hands glided over her soft skin, her full breasts, her erect nipples, and the damp, swollen mounds of her inner-thigh. She wanted to get fucked.
Her assistants Lily and Pad, twin brother and sister with blonde hair and blue eyes, brought her a large trough of water. Normally the young pair dressed in mountaineer clothes, with boots and shorts and rough-spun shirts, but in the heat of the desert plains they had each disrobed to a nearly naked state, as the darkly skinned locals did, who wore little more than colorful sashes and jewelry. Lily's fair skin was flushed bright pink from her time in the sun, and already she had tan-lines running around her slender waist and perky chest. Her twin brother wore nothing but a white loincloth that bulged obscenely with the generous endowment he was born with.
Nadia eyed her two assistants lustfully. They both had suffered from the attention of her instability before, and they would again, but Nadia had too much work to do, and she couldn't get distracted by fucking the shit out of two exhausted youngsters. She ordered them to lower the tough in the middle of the tent, and with a wave of her hand she summoned a cold, arctic wind into the air. The water froze into a solid block of ice, and Nadia ordered Lily and Pad to use palm-fronds to fan the cold air over her guests who would be arriving any minute.
A few minutes later the tent was properly cooled, and the flaps at either end of the large pavilion opened. Lily and Pad each gasped in fright. They had been warned that their mistress's guests would be intimidating sights, but they hadn't quite been prepared for this.
The first guest was seven feet tall, verdantly green, and bulging with muscles the likes of which could easily snap the neck of a bull. His flat, brutal face was tusked and scarred, and his eyes were each bright red like fiery coals in a raging fire. The only coverings he wore were heavy iron plates on his arms and legs, and within his leather loincloth bulged a protuberance so ludicrous in size that Pad felt inadequate for the first time in his life. The monstrous penis bundled in that loincloth must have been over twelve inches soft, so there was no telling how horrifyingly large it would be if aroused.
The first guest was an orc, a famous one: Zurgo Headcrusher, Warlord of the Gor Clan.
The second guest had an incredibly handsome but barbaric face, with a strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, and untamed black hair. At first Lily was overtaken by the sight of this man's wild beauty, his tanned skin, his powerful arms, and masculine chest, but she was confused as to why this barbarian king came into the tent riding a horse . . . until she saw that it wasn't a horse at all. This man was a centaur, his perfect human body ending at the waist, and his horse body trotting across the ground on four powerful hooves. Lily still felt like feinting from the sight of what hung between his hind legs though: a massive cock the likes of which could easily impale a petite girl like her.
This second guest was Seton, the King of the Desert Centuars.
"Alright," Nadia said, moaning stubbornly as she slid off of her cushions and swayed between the two barbaric hulks. Her sash slid down her sticky, glistening body, and her plump breasts hung out uncovered, but she didn't bother to cover herself. She looked tired and bored, and from the slow, lethargic way she swayed her hips Lily could tell that Nadia wanted nothing more than to masturbate and then take a nap. "Shall we begin the peace talks?"
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The Gor Clan Orcs and the Desert Centaurs had been warring over this desert plain on and off for centuries, sometimes with decades of rest between minor skirmishes and battles, but recently the fighting had became especially pitched. The humans of the realm generally just ignored the bloodshed since it didn't involve them, but recently the fighting had become intense enough that trade was being disrupted. The Sultan sent his youngest son, Prince Akalli, to moderate a treaty between the two tribes, but Akalli was a cowardly and feckless as he was charming and well hung, and after a night of hot sex with the heathen sorceress Naida Méchant he managed to convince her to moderate the talks in his stead. Sex, as it happened, was the absolute only thing that Prince Akalli was talented at.
Nadia had desperately accepted, since the Prince had been holding her on the cusp of a long delayed tantric orgasm, and he wouldn't let her quivering body achieve climax until she agreed to take his place. She screamed 'yes,' and the arrogant stud finally let her orgasm burst from her body, shattering her mind and melting her soul, and Nadia was reduced to a hot, quivering, pitiful puddle of sexual destruction for the rest of the night. But now that the orgasm was a distant memory and Akalli's beautiful butt was hundreds of miles away, Nadia felt cheated. Peace bored her. Diplomacy bored her. Uniting people bored her. Frankly she would have happily watched these two ancient tribes slaughter and rape each other into oblivion if it meant a little bit of entertainment.
"My people have galloped through these plains since the times of the first moons," Seton said, beating his fist against his perfectly sculpted pectoral. "This was our home long before your kind crawled out of the mud."
Zurgo snorted. "Who gives a fuck who was here first? You centaurs are fucking nomads. My great-great-great-grandfather was the first to build in these plains, the first to claim them for the Clan. My great-great-grandfather raped his first elf here. My great-grandfather ate his first human here. My grandfather slew his first giant here. My father was killed here. And I intend to rule here."
The two titans of bulging muscles continued to argue, the deep baritones of their voices echoed loudly in Nadia's chest, but she wasn't listening to any of it. In her boredom she had began to languidly touch herself, one hand eventually slipping between her legs and stroking her greedy, impatient pussy. Her eyes drifted between the two beasts, to Seton's hanging horse-cock, and to the daunting mountain in Zurgo's leather loincloth.
She could smell them as well. The thick aroma of masculine pheromones filled the air, intoxicating her receptive body and kindling it with lust. She could see that Lily was being affected by it too. The poor little girl was swooning, and her legs wouldn't stop fidgeting. Pad must have been aroused as well, the little faggot, because his loincloth was starting to pitch a thick tent, and he was gasping girlishly.
"How about a contest!" Nadia interrupted, her voice cutting through the argument and shaking Lily and Pad from their horny slumber.
Both Zurgo and Seton looked the human over as if noticing her nearly naked body for the first time (although Nadia only appeared fully human, her true nature was undeterminable).
Zurgo snorted. "What kind of contest?"
Nadia shrugged. "I don't know . . . a series of competitions . . . or something. Strength, speed, endurance. I'll set up a series of challenges and rate your performance, and the winner of the competition will be able to set the terms of the peace treaty, and the loser will accept it. Just . . . something to get all this boring shit over with."
"That's not something a typical diplomat would suggest," Seton criticized. "What about precedence, justice, and honor? Aren't you supposed to care about those things?"
Nadia shrugged. She really didn't.
