Liriel sat on a small boulder, staring out across the empty grasslands that seemed to stretch out forever, the occasional tree. On the horizon, she could just make out the shapes of mountains to the north, but they were so far away they barely appeared as little black bumps in the distance. She spun a pen in her hand, humming thoughtfully as she fingered the parchment in her hand. Queen Ferinya had tasked her with setting out into the unknown lands, charting the world and documenting all the animals, plants, and peoples she encountered. No easy task, even for an immortal elf, yet Liriel was a determined and unusually adventurous elf, many of her kin preferring their island home than the lands beyond the sea.
She scribbled something onto the paper. Having crossed the Varoman Mountains she had come across a vast steppe that seemed to go on forever. No people had settled in this country, yet she had soon discovered they were not uninhabited, as a tribe of nomadic creatures had swiftly discovered her. She was shocked upon her first encounter with these centaurs, neither matching the sophisticated culture of her home nor falling into the category of savages. These people were vegetarian, foraging for fruits and vegetables whilst shepherding herds of goats for milk and cheese.
Despite this primitive outlook, they held a complicated culture. Their language was complex, able to flow smoothly and melodically when spoken fluently, and their poetry and songs were beautiful to listen to. Their yurts were intricately decorated with rich tapestries, woven from dyed silk, silver and gold. These yurts were equally resilient, capable of withstanding the dry weather of the steppe and retaining as much heat as possible. Liriel had observed how they put them up and dismantled them with relative ease, yet found that the process itself was a difficult and complicated task.
She had also noticed that each tribe differed from the others in some way. Whilst they all had a fairly unified culture, the centaurs held differing customs, manners and beliefs from tribe to tribe; some, notably the larger tribes, were exceedingly polite whilst others, mostly the smaller tribes, were more open and intimate with both themselves, other tribes and also Liriel.
However, they all followed the same overall religion and structure to their tribes. Each tribe was headed by a matriarch, who held the responsibility of leading the tribe to new pastures and deciding when to leave. Beneath her was the shaman, the spiritual leader of the tribe, she was responsible for communing with the spirits of the land and sky, reading omens and divining prophesy. Following these two individuals was the rest of the tribe. Each centaur was trained in gathering, capable of venturing into the wild and gathering food and resources, yet two other classes had taken place in the tribe. Weaving was seen as a highly respected art, and so some in the tribe dedicated their lives to crafting beautiful tapestries and clothes, which they would then either use to decorate their yurts or trade them with other tribes. On the other hand, some centaurs spent most of their time tending to their herds, feeding them, shaving their wool, milking and pasteurising cheese.
Politically, they are fairly peaceful, possibly due to their vegetarian nature. In the event of a disagreement, the two parties would either agree upon an appropriate compensation or, should that fail, compete in a series of athletic games overseen by the shaman. In the event that the offense is committed against another tribe, then the matriarchs of both tribes usually settle the matter, either acting as arbitration for the settlement or competing in athletics themselves should the offense be perceived as an attack on the entire tribe. In the rarest cases, however, these peaceful people can become embroiled in violence, and so a few members of the tribe are trained in the art of war.
Liriel tapped the parchment with her pen, confident with her report. However, there was still one thing that she very much unaware of: courting and mating rituals. Her Ladyship had asked her to document everything she could, and she was very much of the opinion that a central part of society was how people courted and made love to each other. Still, to go and ask about such a thing was a delicate matter, Liriel's own face flushing red up to her leaf-shaped ears. Nevertheless, she resolved to enquire about it.
It didn't take long to find the matriarch. Centaurs were naturally tall, standing on average at roughly seven and a half feet from the ground, yet this tribe's matriarch was the tallest she had seen thus far, at nearly eight feet. "Ariadne?" Liriel called.
The matriarch turned to face her guest, chocolate brown hair flowing in the wind and beating against her tanned skin. "Ah, Liriel, do you have another question for me?"
"Uh, well... I-I was curious about... about how centaurs make love to each other..."
A playful smirk appeared on the matriarch's face, "My, my, and how were you expecting me to respond? A scientific explanation, giving a detailed yet distant account of how we perform sexual intercourse? Or..." she stepped forward, leaning in towards Liriel's face, "perhaps you wanted a more intimate description, telling you how we like to get it on?"
Liriel spluttered and stammered in embarrassment.
Ariadne giggled, "Maybe, you would like a live demonstration?"
"Huh?!"
"I've been thinking about having a new foal, and the shaman has agreed to be the mother. Why don't you come and watch?"
Liriel swallowed nervously, quickly glancing at the matriarch's hindquarters. Two massive orbs hung there, covered in leathery skin as opposed to the brown fur covering the rest of her animalistic body. Additionally, it seemed the idea of being watched was arousing the centaur, as a monstruous shaft began to peek out of her sheath. Staring at it, Liriel's breathing began to deepen as her body felt hotter and hotter. Eventually, she nodded, avoiding making eye contact with Ariadne.
The matriarch laughed, walking away, "I'll go tell Artemesia. Be at my yurt at dusk."
As twilight covered the world, Liriel sat in the matriarch's yurt, fidgeting nervously as she waited. Soon, the door opened, Ariadne being followed by the shaman. Where the matriarch was athletic and muscular, Artemesia was plump and voluptuous, her massive breasts jiggling and quaking with each step.
"Ah, Liriel," the shaman spoke, "It's a pleasure to see you."
"S-Sorry for making this awkward..."
Artemesia laughed, "Worry not, my dear. I don't see why this is awkward." Despite her words, Liriel's face flushed further.
Impatient, Ariadne began groping Artemesia, "I've been waiting far too long for this," she said. The two centaurs disrobed, fondling and passionately kissing each other.
Again, Liriel began feeling her body heating up, watching as Ariadne and Artemesia stroked each other. The matriarch pulled away from Artemesia and lifted one of her breasts, bringing a hardened nipple up to her mouth. She began to suck on the teat whilst fondling the free breast with her hand, drawing pleasured moans from her lover.
The elven explorer's eyes then went to Ariadne's cock and balls. The two melon-sized orbs were gently jumping up and down, and they looked slightly bigger than when she saw them from earlier. As for her dick, it was an angry looking thing, mottled brown and pink and twitching excitedly whilst thick veins throbbed and pulsed across the 18-inch monster. Liriel swallowed a ball of spit, a damp sensation emerging in her nethers as she watched.
