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Ciri and the Futa Centaur Chief (Excerpt - Peace Offering)
🕑 Added 2024-10-31 02:57:00 +0000 UTC“What do you want, woman?” Khan Haruuk grumbled indignantly with Ciri’s blade at her throat.
Ciri smiled. Judging by the haughty centaur chief’s tone, she’d never been humbled like this in her life. A small, slender bipedal female was mounted atop her horse-half with sword pressed against her throat - a grave humiliation in her culture, if Tarvik’s words were to be believed.
“To compromise,” Ciri said, her mouth close to her ear. “I intend to offer you a mutually beneficial deal.”
She snorted with disbelief. “Lies and trickery. You hold a blade to my throat and offer a deal?”
“I’m holding a blade to your throat to make it clear to you that I am not your prisoner, your slave, or your unwilling plaything. This is a demonstration of what I am capable of, and a warning not to underestimate me. To do so would be the last mistake you ever make, I can assure you.”
Finally after several moments, the Khan nodded. “Very well, woman. You have made your point.” She looked at her surrounding warriors who still had their bows and arrows pointed at Ciri. She barked out a series of orders and the warriors lowered their bows.
Satisfied, Ciri dismounted the chieftainess’ back, though she kept her sword in hand, stepping out in front of her. Though the centaur leader towered over her, it was clear enough to all present who the most powerful woman in the assembly was.
The witcheress smirked and gave a bow. “As I said, honored Khan. I intend no trickery. I come here only as an envoy of peace.”
The chieftainess crossed her arms and other warriors around her likewise scoffed and stamped their hooves indignantly. “Peace with the mangy Minotaurs?! Why should we?! So they can continue to kidnap our women?!”
Ciri raised a brow at the chieftainess, looking at the minotauresses that they had taken as “pleasure-brides”. “From the looks of it, you have kidnapped their women in turn, have you not? I believe your tribe and theirs have more in common than you’d like to admit.” That comment got some incensed expletives thrown at her from some of the Khan’s warriors.
Haruuk scowled likewise. “You know nothing of our struggle. Those males cannot be trusted. They see us only as broodmares to be mounted.”
Ciri sighed. The hypocrisy from both of these tribes was growing tiresome for the witcheress. “Perhaps. But all I have suggested here is a temporary truce. You return the minotaur females to the minotaur tribe, and they return your females back to you. Both sides maintain this peace for as long as you can. Surely this is reasonable.”
Haruuk stroked her chin, pondering this with a grim tone. It wounded her no doubt considerable pride to even consider peace with the minotaur males, from the looks of it. The Khan’s wife, Laboa, was standing close by and clopped up to Haruuk, leaning forward to whisper to the centaur leader in low tones. After some time, they turned back to the human woman.
“We would consider your offer,” Laboa said with a diplomatic smile, her serene, feminine voice a contrast to the more husky feminine tone of her warrior mate. “But my mate wishes to know what assurances you offer to seal this truce.”
Ciri smiled, already starting to feel a tremor of excitement welling up inside her. This was the moment she had been waiting for. “I’m glad you ask,” Ciri said with a suggestive tone, flashing both the proud chieftainess and her beautiful wife a smirk.
As the two confused centaur women watched, the ashen-haired witcheress set down her sword and slowly began unlacing her shirt. And it was not only the eyes of the Khan and her wife that were upon her, but all of the warriors, hunters and courtiers that occupied the Khan’s huge tent. At once, all of the protests from the four-legged tribeswomen died down and were replaced with a stunned silence as they watched this strange and unique two-legged female disrobe in front of them. Having an entire tribe feast their eyes on her doing this sent a thrill coursing through Ciri’s body.
Ciri flung aside her white shirt, quickly moving to shield her naked breasts with a wry smile. The chieftainess licked her hips, stamping her hooves and her wife blushed red next to her. Other centauresses around the tent murmured in hush whispers, openly gawking at Ciri’s half-naked body, even if she was depriving them a good view of her perky naked breasts.
“Consider me a peace offering to seal the deal,” Ciri said seductively. “Agree to the truce, and you get to enjoy me for the next two days, as your willing concubine.”
Haruuk blinked, still in disbelief at what was being offered to her. She looked at her surprised and enthralled wife beside her and then back at Ciri. “I smelled a couple of those minotaur males on you. I had assumed you had a preference for them.”
Ciri shook her head with a smile. “Not true. I have many desires that go beyond just males. Or minotaurs. For instance,” she said, chewing her lip sexily as her eyes scanned up and down the centaur chief’s form, “I rather fancy you.” And it was not a lie. Despite Khan Haruuk’s haughtiness and arrogance, there was something undeniably striking about the centauress’ presence and her body. Her darker, dusky skin tone, intricate tattoos and markings on her humanoid half, her long, flowing braid of hair and her powerful horse-half rippling with muscle had secretly intrigued Ciri from the moment she’d set eyes on her.
Haruuk stepped up, closing the distance to Ciri until she was standing tall over her. To Ciri’s credit, she showed no fear and did not move an inch. “You come into my tent, threaten me, make a peace offering, and then offer me the chance to mount you?”
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