Chapter 11: The sacred side of sex
"Merchants! Not monsters!" Vuvi yells out, waving her hands in the air as a storm of hooves and braids swarms around them like a titillating tornado.
They rumble to a halt, every eye staring at the duo intensely.
A tall, slender centaur steps forward, holding a monumental, decorated spear. Long, raven hair twisted into tight elegant braids drape down her back and chest.
A big, bountiful chest.
Armour carved of bone and black leather wraps around her waist and shoulders and her lower half gilded and decorated with paints and ribbons.
"My name is Rukari, third daughter of Chieftess Ventousa. You set foot on sacred lands. Present your purpose or leave at once, lest I and my battlesisters decide to trample you!"
Vuvi clears her throat and gives a slight bow. "Oh, Princess Rukari, it is an honor and privilege to meet you and your esteemed warriors. May I just say, you are as beautiful as a wildflower blooming under moonlight. Those braids are fantastic—"
"Your purpose?!" Rukari snorts.
"Salvation, my dearest Princess. I, Vuvela Blackthorn, genius alchemist and engineer, brings healing. Restoration. A deep, intense, powerful satisfaction... with 24 thrust settings."
"W-what?"
"Meet The Pleasure Prince." Vuvi exclaims, slapping Pip on his brass behind, pushing him towards Rukari. "Made by yours truly. A divinely powered, perfectly engineered machine built for one thing, m'lady. Your sexual satisfaction. Guaranteed! In fact, we're currently offering a special, one-time only deal! First session's free! And..." Vuvi grins, tilting her head to the dozen other centaurs standing behind Rukari. "Since it seems you've brought some of your friends. I'll give a discount on group bookings! I promise, the fee is very modest considering the service on offer."