Diplomatic Relations - Part 4

Part 4

"You are beautiful, Princess," Tremos said, in his rich, low voice. "If you would so favor a guardian of your guest, it would be my pleasure and honor."

"Let me see your cock," Katernin said, and Tremos offered no resistance as she unfastened the belt of the tented loincloth and let it fall to the floor. With a gasp, she found herself looking at eight full inches of thick, pinkish tan flesh, knotted and lined with thick veins, with a flat tip somewhere between the typical bell-shaped head of an orcish or dwarven cock and the flared head of an equine. It was truly impressive in scale.

Standing fully upright, Katernin was able to come forward and take the end of Tremos's cock into her mouth, opening her jaw wide to accommodate his girth. She took hold of the base, intent on her usual technique of stroking him there while she sucked him near the head, but there was more of it than she was used to, and her tongue had difficulty swirling around the somewhat flared head, as her hands found trouble in finding a rhythm when sliding down the extra length. Nevertheless, stroking and sucking, she was soon rewarded with a twitch of his cock and a thick dollop of rich, musky, salty pre-cum upon her tongue.

She pulled back and swallowed, smiling. "I'd be happy to continue giving ye pleasure," she said, "but if that much is your pre-cum, it seems like ye'd be liable to give me quite the bellyful if I go on much further."

"He would indeed," Leonas said with a laugh. "I daresay from my experience that you'd likely find it hard to swallow, though in my admittedly biased opinion, I suspect the overflow would favor your beautiful features more than my own."

Katernin blushed at the vision of herself dripping with minotaur cum. "I'm suspecting that shutting your face-hole if ye're not planning on taking Tremos's cock in it would favor your beautiful features more than my own, prince," she said teasingly. Then she looked up to Tremos. "I'd like to fuck ye, ye big, sexy creature, but I'm needing ye to be a bit gentle about it."

The low rumbling that escaped from Tremos's chest was barely recognizable as a chuckle. "I am well aware," he said, "of my own size and strength, and the limitations of those smaller than myself. I do not want to spoil this experience for either of us, and, if you are willing, I will take the utmost care."

Katernin couldn't contain a gasp as Tremos's large, strong hands lifted her into the air as if she were a doll. With ease he carried her forward to the center of the room and descended onto the soft, plush rug on his back, holding her over his cock. With a deep breath, she took hold of the shaft and aimed it at her pussy, aching with desire to be filled in spite of her trepidation, and gave Tremos a slight nod. Slowly, he brought her down, his head pushing into her, his girth filling her, stretching her. She gasped, her voice caught in her throat as inch after inch slid into her, filling her to depths she had never experienced. If she wasn't so wet, so aroused and ready for him, she couldn't imagine that it would have fit.

Her labia touched the bristly hair at the base of Tremos's cock, and Katernin let out a gasp that sent a sharp jolt through her core, where the head of the massive cock was brushing against her innermost reaches with a sweet, intense agony of pressure that brought beads of sweat to her forehead. She could scarcely believe she had taken the whole thing in!

"Aah!" Katernin gasped. "By the earth and stones, ye're big!" At that exclamation, she saw Garauk looking over at her, from where he now had Bunai on her elbows and knees, thrusting into her from behind and sending tiny ripples through her cute little breasts as her prior decorum was forgotten in a crescendo of rising cries of passion. His expression was one of awe and disbelief, and Katernin savored it even as she leaned down and said softly to Tremos, "Now raise me up slow, ye big, magnificent beast. All the way."

Katernin saw Garauk's eyes widen further as inch after inch of minotaur cock slipped from her tight, stretched pussy and it dawned on him just how massive the length that had filled her was! She let out a soft moan as it withdrew with a muffled "pop", leaving her achingly empty, and just at that time Bunai gasped and screamed in pleasure, finding her release with Garauk's own considerable cock buried inside her. The combined sensation of seeing his wife's pussy filled and stretched by minotaur cock, and his current lover crying out in orgasm seemed to push Garauk over the edge, for Katernin saw him tighten and tense, slamming his hips up into Bunai, trembling, as he groaned in an unmistakable manner that she had come to recognize all too well.

Katernin supposed she should have been jealous, watching her husband erupt inside of another woman, but there was something satisfying about seeing thin, demure, reserved Bunai crying out in ecstasy as Garauk flooded her red-furred pussy with thick orcish jizz, and she had no objections. The erotic sight sent an additional quiver through her as Tremos pulled her down again, stuffing her once more with his massive cock, but this time thankfully he did not pull her all the way down to the base. Controlling her weight as if she were a pillow, he easily set a steady, but gentle tempo of thrusting into her, sending delicious ripples of sensation through her well-stretched pussy as further pleasure built with the unceasing insistent pressure upon her inner walls.

Sweat poured from Katernin's body, freshly sodden despite Leonas's recent casting of the cleansing spell, as the exquisite stress of taking the minotaur's massive cock washed over her. Her breasts rippled with each thrust, beads of sweat falling from the thick nipples, and her pleasure-wracked pussy coated Tremos's thrusting cock in her juices. She was nearing the edge, riding a wave of barely restrained pleasure, but she could not crest it. Her heart jumped when she saw Garauk withdraw from Bunai, a trickle of his thick seed bubbling forth from her pale labia as he withdrew, and approach her, his cock leading the way, still half-hard. She met his gaze with a mild grin that was abruptly broken by a gasp as one of the ridges of the minotaur's cock dragged over her sensitive inner wall near her clit, bringing her close to the edge.

Then Garauk reached down with slick fingers and started stroking her clitoris in a gentle circular rhythm. It was a familiar touch, one that he knew she often favored when near her peak.

"Oh fuck!" Katernin exclaimed. She burst into an incredible orgasm, her pussy quaking with pulses of intense pleasure around the firm, hard pole that filled her so completely. The gentle touch of her husband's fingers, coupled with the intensity of the most complete and excessive penetration of her life drained the strength from her limbs and made the world momentarily disappear but for the shocks of pleasure shooting through her clit and her stuffed pussy. In the back of her mind, she was again grateful for the Tremos's strength, controlling her so fully on her cock; left for her own devices, she would have likely collapsed atop him and stuffed herself painfully to the hilt!

When the intense pleasure of the orgasm left her, she felt drained and weary, and Tremos's strokes slightly quickened their steady pace within her. She became aware soon of his pole inside her going as rigid as stone, and then twitching once, then again, then again and again, and thick warmth filling her as she was pumped full of hot, syrupy minotaur cum. He came and came, never breaking his steady control, but never stopping, even as he filled her innermost reaches and little trickles of thick cum were forced out around the tight seal of his cock in her stretched pussy.

Finally, Tremos slid his hips to the side so that they were off of the rug, and then lifted Katernin off of his cock. A huge trail of minotaur spunk fell from between her stretched labia to pool on the floor, and she was at once grateful that he had moved her off of the rug to avoid spoiling it. She closed her legs, but still thick rivers ran down the inside of her thighs. She felt as though she would be dripping with Tremos's cum, and Leonas's lesser spending, for all of the night and most of the next day!

Garauk kissed her lightly on the lips, then handed her a goblet of water. "You looked to be enjoying yourself," he said with a smile. "Was it good?"

There was no hint of jealousy or regret, no reason to deny it. "Unlike anything I've felt before," Katernin answered truthfully, and took a sip of the water. "I love ye so much right now, my love." She kissed him again.

"I, too, have never experienced anything quite like this," Bunai said. She was standing now, the red hair of her pussy matted with Garauk's cum and her own juices, her freckled porcelain skin showing a light sheen of sweat. "Your hospitality, your friendliness, and your generosity with your own husband's seed are beyond anything I could have hoped for."

Katernin laughed, looking over the taller woman. "About that," she said, "I was meaning to only give ye use of his cock. That stuff ye've got dripping out of your nethers still belongs to me, and I'd like to be asking for some of it back."

"Oh?" Bunai asked, her aquamarine eyes staring in puzzlement.

"Oh, just come here already, ye sweet, beautiful thing," Katernin said impatiently, and she led Bunai back to the bed and bore her down on it. She wasn't sure what she was doing; she had never really thought of women this way before outside of the very occasional passing fantasy or fancy, and even before meeting Garauk, there was never any doubt that she was looking for a husband and not a wife. But tonight, of any night, was different, and the strange sexual energy that seemed to fill the air told her that if there was ever a time to indulge that trace inkling of curiosity, it was now.

Katernin wanted to experience the pussy that her husband had experienced, but when she took a good look at Bunai's labia, smeared with Garauk's cum, she had sudden misgivings. She could not bring herself to start kissing and licking another woman's lady-parts, exploring them with her tongue, whether or not they were thoroughly dressed with her husband's spunk. Instead, she arrived at a different idea, one she had heard spoken of in giggles by other dwarven lasses who never claimed to have experience of the act personally; it was always a friend, or a friend's friend, who had done it.

She climbed in between Bunai's legs, spreading her own so that she draped a thigh over Bunai's leg, and pressed her well-fucked pussy, still stretched and dripping with Leonas and Tremos's combined cum, against Bunai's own slick opening. She rolled her hips, rubbing them together, at first bristling at the feel of pubic hairs rubbed against her sensitive parts, but then sighing happily as slickness met slickness and they slid together, sending a tickle of euphoria running from her clitoris to the base of her spine. It felt good, so she continued grinding her hips, rubbing her pussy against Bunai's, smearing the cum of their recent lovers thoroughly between both of their pussies and thighs and drawing several stifled squeaks of pleasure from the other woman as their sensitive little buttons slid together with their motion.

Bunai pushed her hips back and gave Katernin a red-faced, breathless smile as she rubbed on her, and Katernin pushed back, and after a clumsy start they soon found a rhythm together that rubbed their cum-slicked clitorises together, sending a current of pleasure through her with each brush. Katernin closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as Bunai's not-quite-stifled whines of pleasure filled her ears. She felt the bed shifting, heard a masculine gasp, opened her eyes, and then opened them wider still at the unexpected sight of Leonas lowering himself slowly onto Garauk's cock nearby.

"Seeing the two of you joined like that was so arousing that we couldn't just sit by," Leonas said, giving a charming smile in response to her stunned look. "Don't worry; I've used the cleansing cantrip on myself; I'm as clean as you were." He was fully erect again as he lowered his ass onto Garauk's rigid cock.

Garauk met her glance with a somewhat confused, sex-drunk smile before Leonas sank further on his shaft and began rolling his hips, and then his attention was lost in a gasp of pleasure as Leonas gently rode him. If nothing else, tonight would surely show Garauk that the ass was a potential untapped territory for sexual pleasure, and Katernin reflected that he would probably come to her soon, seeking to take her anal virginity. She had mixed feelings about that, but right now the very idea filled her with perverted lust as she watched a handsome human man impale himself on her husband's thick green cock, and felt the continued intense slippery pleasure of Bunai's pussy rubbing over her clit, and it drove her to the edge.

Katernin cried out again as another orgasm hit her, her clit sending intense bursts of pleasure shooting through her pussy and into her core. Her own movements became erratic, her pussy quaking with pleasure and ruining her concentration, so Bunai took the lead, sliding her slippery cunt over Katernin's at a slightly different angle, grinding her own clitoris against Katernin's slippery pearl and labia, even as she was wracked by pleasure. She grabbed at the sheets of the bed, writhing in pleasure, and finding them insufficient she reached down and held Katernin's hand, pulling her close as her motions continued and set off further little aftershocks in Katernin before her initial orgasm could fully subside.

Bunai continued to rub her pussy on her, seeking her own pleasure, but Katernin could only gasp breathlessly as her continued motions set off tiny little mini-orgasms on the heels of her last big one. Garauk was watching them, transfixed by the sight of Katernin and another woman rubbing their cum-covered pussies together, gripped by the pleasure of Leonas's tight ass on his cock. With a groan and a thrust, he bottomed out in Leonas, making him cry out and sending a little dribble of pre-cum from the head of his erect cock, and then groaned unmistakably. Katernin knew he was coming, filling Leonas's ass with his thick sperm, and from the way that Bunai started to quiver and moan against her, she was too. Bunai clutched her hand even harder, riding through her orgasm with high-pitched, keening cries, and the tension of climax hung over the room.

Leonas crawled off of Garauk, his cock bobbing and drooling a strand of pre-cum, and popped onto the bed, exhausted. "Gods, Garauk, you took me to the brink without even touching me, and I'm not coming down," he gasped, looking at his red, quivering cock. "Could you... give me a hand? Or a mouth, perhaps?"

Garauk hesitated, flushing, but Bunai sat up from the bed. "Prince Leonas, our hosts have been most giving already," she said, her calm smile now belied by a hint of breathless eagerness. "Permit me." Katernin watched as she lowered herself onto Leonas's cock, and found that he was speaking truly about being on the edge; he groaned and came inside her just as she settled onto him.

Weary and aching of sex, Katernin found the strength to crawl over the bed to flop in an exhausted heap beside her husband Garauk. She kissed him on the lips, then lay by his side in a light embrace. They were exhausted, and Bunai and Leonas seemed likewise utterly spent. She looked at them with a satisfied smile and saw the same in return, then took a deep breath and looked up at the canopy hanging over the bed, lingering in her satisfied ache.

"Well," Katernin said at last, "I'd best be showing ye to the baths, or we'll all be waking up sticky tomorrow. This way!" She sat up from the bed with some reluctance, and led the way to the royal bathroom.

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The next morning, Garauk awoke in a warm tangle of bodies and a haze of sheepish misgivings. He wondered how much of the last night had been the result of the wine, and of the judgment-clouding effects of lust. Briefly he had the fear that he had tarnished his marriage and lost something with in his relationship with Katernin, but her bashful, sexy smile at him when she too awoke seemed to dispel that notion. It was something they had done together, as a couple and as equals, and right now they had no mutual regrets.

The tension with Leonas and Bunai was gone as they went about their morning business. When it threatened to re-emerge, or whenever anyone started talking diplomatic jargon, all it took was a single flirtatious gesture or even a knowing smirk and the gravity of the situation collapsed. All of them found it hard to be cold and formal with people they had just had wild group sex with the night before. Their unprofessional joking and chattering during breakfast seemed to puzzle King Grennaur, Queen Alya, and High Chief Magrul, who joined them in the hopes of learning how last night's diplomatic meeting had gone, but obviously left frustrated and more confused than ever.

To Garauk, at least, there was no doubt. On the outskirts of the community, he and Katernin led Prince Leonas, Tremos, and Emerald Shaman Bunai back to their respective entourages, and the air was convivial and friendly. They had largely won them over, and had not yet unleashed their final diplomatic surprise of the custom-made gifts. Thus, as they prepared to say their goodbyes to one another, orc and dwarf porters approached, bearing two identical but splendid treasure chests.

"Garauk, what's this?" Leonas said, breaking from a parting hug with Garauk that was warm and friendly with a hint of something more. "I see your people bringing forth these chests, but they're no luggage I recognize."

"We did tell ye," Katernin said, "that ye were to be expecting gifts. We wanted to give ye something that your people would treasure, just as we'll treasure the memories of your visit." Her loaded smile gave nothing away to any outside observer, but there was the clear implication of just what those memories included.

"You leave me with much to remember," Bunai said, her small smile back again, this time with a sultry, knowing edge. "I thank you for all you have given me." There was something faintly unsettling in the way that she placed a hand over her abdomen, but it drifted from Garauk's mind at once.

"This is a gift for Overlord Cheiron Duran," Garauk said, and he opened the first chest, revealing an exquisite sculpture of a rampant bull, carved from mammoth ivory and dyed a rich shade of tan, the color of Tremos's fur and the exact color of the bull on the flag of the Free City of Burvala. Leonas's face slowly spread in a smile of amazement, and he approached the chest and ever-so-gently removed the figure from the padding within to hold it in his own hands.

"This is remarkable," Leonas said. "The color is exact, and the craftsmanship breathtaking. Orc artists made this?"

Garauk nodded. "Our finest carver brought the shape from the ivory, and our medicine men carefully selected and applied the dyes to achieve just the proper shade," he said. "We hope that it meets Cheiron's approval."

"We have few artifacts within the city that approach this level of beauty," Leonas said. "Truly, and I mean no offense, I did not think there were people among your society capable of creating an item this well-crafted and fine. There are few such people anywhere in the world. I am certain my father will be pleased."

"And for ye," Katernin said, opening the other chest and presenting it to Bunai, "and your great Lord Jamarh Khan, this large opal orb." Inside was a polished orb of opal, perfectly smooth and spherical except where its surface had been carved with runes of prosperity and friendship. It surface shone in the morning sun, blue and gold fire glittering within. Bunai's stoic front dropped, and she let out a little gasp as she picked the orb up and cradled it in her hands.

"It's very big," Bunai said, turning it over, "and carved and polished to perfection. I never imagined that such treasures came from your mines, nor that any but the finest craftsmen in the Empire in the East could bring them to this shape. This is breathtaking. Khan will be most pleased. The legendary Orb of Prosperity is currently away in the court of the Empress in the East, and now we may finally have an orb worthy to stand in its place in Khan's Grand Temple."

Garauk could not contain a smile, and once the treasures were secured once again in their chests, he stepped forward to hug both Bunai and Leonas in turn, and then Katernin did the same. "If you seek in any way to repay us, I ask only that when you speak to your leaders, and your people, you tell them the truth about us," he said. "Tell them that we are proud and choose to remain independent, but that we are also generous and eager to befriend and learn from the people of your societies. Tell them to send any merchants and scholars who wish to come, and welcome in time our own merchants and scholars, and all of our people will become richer in wealth and in culture for our friendship."

"Khan never had any intention to send an army across the great sea of snow and ice for needless bloodshed," Bunai said, "but he also was unaware of the valuable friends he might find in your people. I will see to it that this is known to him."

"My father, Overlord Cheiron, is also a very proud man," Leonas said, "but this gift will speak to his pride, and I believe that he will come to treat your culture with the same respect that you have shown ours in crafting this magnificent figure."

"I will return again soon," Bunai said, "and then I will be the one bearing gifts, Katernin and Garauk." Her smile spread from its small form until it was nearly ear-to-ear, a knowing closed-lipped expression. "Until then, I will speak of you in the truest and kindest terms, and think of you with the fondest of memories." She looked to her entourage, waiting expressionless to depart, and pointed to the chest. "Take this, and let us return. It is a long journey back across the great sea of snow and ice."

"Wait a moment," Leonas said, raising a finger. "I am certain I recall which chest contained which gift, but before you depart, let us check one more time. I would hate for this wonderful meeting to be spoiled when my father is puzzled at the receipt of the opal."

Bunai stopped and nodded. "And it is true," she said, "that though it is a beautiful piece, Khan would not appreciate the bull carving in the same way that your father would."

Garauk came forward with a smile and put a hand to the treasure chest in front of Leonas. "A sensible precaution," he said, "and I'm quite glad you said something. Let's look and be sure."

All watched as Garauk opened the lid of the treasure chest, revealing once more the light brown ivory carving of the rampant bull. He smiled, satisfied, and closed it. "Take this one to your father with no further worries," he said, smiling confidently. "It's his tan bull, not Khan's stand-in opal."

The End

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