Astride the World ( sunspark + Yenpointfive )

[sunspark]

The great Empire of the Highlands is a colossus that stands astride the world. Centuries of military tradition have made them all but invincible in war, and the great engine of their economy propells both science and magic forward to new heights.

Other nations and would-be Empires have fallen and been ground to dust before the juggernaut of its armies, their people subjugated and enslaved (if they were weak), or joined to the strength of the Highlands (if they were strong). Cerean, Tonnirus, Briceres - and now, the tribes of the Great Plain that forms the Empire’s Western border. Mirah and her brother have been making war on them for their better part of a year, pushing the Empire’s borders outwards at a pace that them to them is acceptable, and to the rest of the world — terrifying.

Mirah is tall for a woman, though still shorter than the male Captains of her personal Legion. She looks typical of a Highlander, with pale skin, dark blonde hair, and a scattering of freckles that are starting to fade as she leaves her teenage years behind. Tradition calls for her hair to be uncut, and were it unbound, it would fall nearly to her waist. As it is, it's securely braided and pinned up behind her head. She wears armor of scales and fine chain, painted red, the gauntlets honed and clawed. Her boots, metal shod, strike blue sparks from the bare stone of the fortress whose courtyard she stands in.

The night before, her and her brother, along with two their Legions, broke the warcamp of the Red River Tribe, scattering their warriors and killing their Chieftan. As fiercely as they fought, victory was never in question, but now, along with her sibling, she waits to see the captives the soldiers bring in. The Red River are meta-humans — centaurs, they call themselves — and while the Highlands don’t call for the extinction of meta-humans, their fate is slavery.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Crail was the other half of the reason people tended to underestimate them. While people didn't see what Mirah was capable of because she was a woman people saw him and assumed that the man in simple leather armor that had been painted with stripes of red was simply a squire. This was partially because he carried no weapon. The closest thing he had to either armor or weaponry was his right arm, which bore a metal gauntlet and a steel pauldron. The whole thing was for defense rather than attack, just giving him something to block with other than his bare hands. Not that he couldn't if he felt like it, it was just safer this way. He didn't need weapons though. If his sister and her men were an immovable object then he and those few that went with him were the unstoppable force. Centaur skirmishers hadn't expected humans who would shrug off arrows and could actually run them down if they cleverly exploited the fact that centaurs didn't turn as well. Sucker punching a centaur at full gallop had been something he never knew how much he was going to enjoy until he actually did it.

Crail wasn't as broad as some of his men. He stood just as tall as any of them. It ran in the family. But where they were used to hauling supplies or hefting their bodies in armor his muscles were for two things, sprinting at enemies and beating them with his fists until subdued. Lithe though he was every inch was rock hard muscle. His hair wasn't as long as Mirah's but was similar in color, clashing nicely with his devilish green eyes that he'd gotten from their mother.

As they stood in the courtyard he grew a little tired of waiting and reached over to his sister, gently looping his arm around her and cupping one of her breasts. She really couldn't feel anything through the armor but it was fun to tease. He leaned in and kissed her cheek playfully, knowing if he did much more they were going to end up in their tent when they needed to be out here. The fact that the siblings kept each other company for more reasons than just to discuss strategies was the Legion's worst guarded secret. It wasn't as if anyone would actually stand up to them for it. That would have been suicide.

"I've got one picked out I think you'll like..." He said, just in time for the century to sound the horn that let them know their soldiers were returning. "Speak of the devil..." Crail purred

Sure enough, the soldiers soon entered the courtyard with their slaves in tow. They would circle once before having the centaurs line up. These wouldn't be all of the survivors, just the ones who might fight or the ones that were probably going to be most pleasing to the men and women under their command. Crail searched the crowd for the one he wanted and stopped the soldier leading him. "Over here!" He called. "Yes, bring the meta-human, obviously." He said indignantly when the soldier conveyed the question of whether or not to let the centaur line up with the other slaves. The boy that Crail had picked out was sporting a nasty looking bruise on his jawline but was otherwise quite cute. He had expressive amber eyes and jet black hair. Like most centaurs his fur matched. He wasn't as big as some of the massive centaurs whose bodies mimicked draft horses. Instead his sleek black lower half looked like the sort of horse a noble owned to show off. Crail didn't want his sister to think he'd picked her out a softer centaur just to mock her though and motioned for the boy to stop in his tracks. The centaur did so. It was clear who managed to clock him in his cute jawline. "Turn to the side a bit..." He ordered and the boy begrudgingly did so. Crail motioned to look under him a bit. For a smaller centaur this one was downright hung, sporting a thick sheath and huge balls for his size. Crail leaned over and kissed his sister's cheek softly. "Cute, prone to submission, and endowed more like a minotaur than a centaur. Do I know what my sister likes?" He asked with a smirk before noticing that there was a female centaur trying to go slowly through the procession as she passed this one. "Wait... is that your sister?" He asked the boy. Those expressive amber eyes went wide and he grew paler, glancing behind him. He paused for a moment and slowly turned back. "That was a cruel trick, sir. My sister died in the attack..." He said, prompting a hearty laugh from Crail. "If you were quicker on that lie I'd have eaten it right up. You are going to be fun." He said wickedly, motioning to the soldier. "Bring his sister over, would you? I'd like to congratulate her on her miraculous recovery from apparent death." He said, watching the horse boy's face sink as he realized that his lie hadn't worke.

 

[sunspark]

Mirah rolls her eyes a little as her brother gropes her through her armor. She goes openly to his bed, their relationship hardly a secret, and yet at times the man is irascible. As he does it, she reaches around to grip his ass, digging the claws of her gauntlet into it, just barely.

"Love you too," she says, softly enough that it passes only between them, and then she's pulling away and inspecting his gift, impressed and pleased. She hooks one claw under the centaur's chin, turning his head this way that that, looking him over as they bring out the other.

The Red River tribe had once ruled huge swaths of the Great Plain. Fierce warriors and powerful shamans, even the orcs had been driven back when they came howling down from the mountains. These humans though, Rael, the daughter of the Red River chieftain, has never seen their like. They swept out of their lands, claiming the Great Plain as their own, their armor impenetrable to centaur arrows and spears, and the stone of their fortresses turning aside what magic her people could conjure.

The war was swift and brutal, and now she and the other survivors find themselves slave of the Highland Empire, like so many others before them.

The soldiers drag her from the line, bringing her out before the twins. She's young, and like the others of her tribe, she wears very little clothing, her breasts bare, the pink nipples hard in the cold morning air. Like her brother, her hair and fur are jet-black, though her hair is long, and even braided it falls over her shoulders and down her back. Ashamed, she tries not to look her brother in the eye.

"This one is cute too," Mirah says, her gaze equally hungry for the girl. "We should retire for now, Crail, and educate them about their new duties to the Throne."

 

[Yenpointfive]

Crail was used to his sister's reactions to his teasing so he wasn't all that surprised to feel her claws digging into his ass. It made him behave though, not so much out of fear for what she might do but rather just because he tended to fall in line with a little pushing from Mirah. His smile brightened when she told him she loved him and he had to try very hard not to ignore the centaurs and simply kiss his sister openly.

When his sister looked Rael over he pouted a little bit. "This is why I need to learn not to be picky..." He mused, speaking at first to no one in particular but then glancing over at the male centaur. "If only centaur boys were cuter. You don't happen to have a girly younger brother we missed, do you?" He asked. Crail wasn't really into men on the whole but if they were pretty enough he certainly didn't mind. Elves in particular tended to suit his tastes. The male centaur glanced down at him before realizing that he had to answer the question. "No. No other siblings." Crail shrugged a bit and turned back to the girls. "Too bad." He commented as he started to pull out a length of rope.

"I think you're right Mirah. Thankfully our tent's big enough for the four of us." He commented as he stepped up to the male centaur and motioned for him to put his hands out. "Now." Crail said when the centaur hesitated. It wasn't as commanding as he could muster, simply a reminder that Crail could easily skip the actual threats and add another bruise to the centaur's physique. He eventually did what Crail wanted and he bound the man's hands. He did the same for Rael and began leading them both back to their tent. It was a massive pavilion style tent held up by two huge poles that not even a centaur could pull out of the ground, at least not by having to tug with their wrists. He walked them in and tied one to each pole, giving the male a little less slack so he couldn't move very far from the pole at all.

With that he turned back to his sister and stepped up close to her, whispering into her ear. "I've been thinking. They're so uptight for sex slaves. You'd think they'd be getting more into this..." He said with a little chuckle. "Nothing loosens you up like cumming with your sibling the first time. I think we should give these two a little push in the right direction. You could get him nice and riled up and then we could share her while he watches, make him long for a turn." Crail said before realizing he still didn't know their names. He turned back towards their new slaves. "What are you two called?" He asked, loud enough that they could hear. "I am Grom of the Red River Tribe." The male said with as much pride as he could muster. "You're Grom, bitch of the Highlands now." Crail corrected before glancing to Rael for her introduction.

 

[sunspark]

Mirah has never seen a centaur this close before — at least, not one that wasn’t trying to kill her or her men, but she approaches Grom with something like confidence. It’s not as if a lack of experience is going to stop her, it never has before.

Her hand falls heavily in his lower back, the animal part of him, if that’s what you’d call it. She rakes the talons over it, trailing them down his flank, hard enough for him to feel it, though not so rough that she cuts into the coarser flesh there. Primarily, she fights with a sword, but she’s killed men with those gauntlets, and she knows she can’t handle his cock with them — not if she wants him intact enough to serve them.

“I think the girl is untouched,” Mirah says as she removes one gauntlet, then the other. They’re not discarded carelessly, but set aside on a low table meant to hold them, the military traditions of the Highlands are strong, even if the face of such an enticing night. She slides her bare hands beneath Grom’s body, eagerly fondling the sheath of his cock, tracing it with her fingers as she tries to coax it out. She’s not entirely framiliar, but there are some slaves from the Beast Tribes in the Old Capital, and it must be something like that.

Rael is shaking and frightened, and she tries not to look at her brother, even as she’s terrified of the violation that’s facing her. Mirah’s esimation is exactly right, and she always assumed she’d be given to one of her father’s warriors, but the Red River is gone, and those warriors are all dead or in chains.

“Rael,” she says, at last, guessing that not answering will be worse for them. The Imperials are monsters after all.

“Please,” she begs, “let my brother go, surely one of us will be enough.”

 

[Yenpointfive]

Grom tensed for a moment as her talons ran down his back. She could see his hoof twitch when she touched his flank, though he resisted the urge to kick. Even though she wasn't in the right position for him to actually land a blow upon her he was worried her reaction might be poor to say the least.

When she started to fondle his sheath she felt it flex a little beneath her touch, the flared head of his cock sliding free. Her excitement was turning out to be an issue for him. These two seemed so eager and wanton that there was a real risk of being swept up in their game. Still, Grom was trying to keep his mind elsewhere and not play along. "We centaurs aren't used to being pleasured by hands." He said, still doing his best to keep more inches from sliding out of his sheath. Offering Grom one of her holes probably would have been a bad idea though. He was clearly mad and would have definitely taken the opportunity to make sure whatever hole he was offered was good and sore once she had.

Crail smiled as Rael gave her name and begged for him to let her brother go. He traced his fingers softly over her fur as he faced her. Rather than lean his head back far enough to look into her eyes he instead stepped forward and placed a playful kiss on her belly, right near her belly button. "We're not nearly mean enough to do that." He told her, trailing his hand along her side as he began to walk around her. "If we let your brother leave our tent he'd be out there with our men and some of them don't have the same taste in men as I do. I'll bet a lot of your warriors are finding out that they like it up their ass right now." As he spoke his hand ran over her ass in turn. He was still careful not to stand behind her lest he get kicked. He gave her rump a squeeze and headed back up towards her front, now looking up at her. "You're going to learn to love it here and you'll be so much happier with your brother by your side." He told her before motioning downward. "Would you mind kneeling down for me? I want to get a better look at you." He said, though mostly he wanted to bring her breasts down to where he could reach them and make it so he could move behind her without getting kicked.

 

[sunspark]

Rael doesn’t want to look over her shoulder at the woman molesting her brother, and so she squeezes her eyes shut as she considers what the punishment for disobedience will be. She’s already tested the pole she’s secured to and found she can’t pull it free, even though she’s stronger than many human men.

If only she could get free, she might be able to make a run for it, she’s faster than any horse, she’s sure — but getting free is impossible, so she submits to Crail, slowly lowering herself to her knees before him, shuddering at the false kindness in his touches and kisses.

The thought of a human spilling his seed inside her is repulsive, and her only hope is that it can’t take root there. Surely they’re too different, for him to breed her.

Meanwhile, Mirah is still stroking and teasing Grom, her touch is firm and practiced, and she runs her thumb over that wonderful flared head, careful not to put herself in a position that will let him kick her. He wouldn’t be the first slave who thought he could fight back, and nothing ruins a night of fun like broken ribs.

“Look at this, Crail.” She grins. “Impressive. Hard to believe such a sweet boy is sporting something like this between his legs.”

Under different circumstances, she might like to take that cock, feel the head of it flush against her womb, but not until the boy’s been properly broken. She doesn’t like the idea of being torn apart. Abruptly she stops touching him, reaching out to cup his chin. “Watch your sister while I’m touching you,” she orders.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Grom gritted his teeth in frustration as Mirah continued to stroke him. He couldn't help but get hard from her touch. She was too good at this. Inch by inch his traitorous cock spilled from its sheath. Even for a centaur he was hung, sporting an erection more fit for a draft horse than a stallion of his stature. When Mirah called his attention to it Crail turned and gave a low whistle. "It's a good thing we came along. He was likely letting that thing go to waste." He said with a smirk. Crail was very much of the opinion that big cocks should be put to use often. Admittedly, it was a pretty self serving philosophy.

He turned back to Rael as she knelt down before him, reaching out and groping her breasts a bit roughly. She could see a bulge starting to form in his leathers and it just kept growing. For a human he had to be huge. "I'll bet you spend a lot of time ogling fat equine balls and tightly packed sheaths, don't you?" He teased. "It's probably pretty hard for you to get a close look at one though, isn't it? You must have wondered what they look like up close... maybe how it smells or tastes..." He said before undoing the laces on his pants and freeing his cock. It was still only half hard and it was already pushing nine inches. It turned out that harnessing the ki pulsing through your body could have interesting effects. He gripped her hair with one hand and the base of his cock with the other, slapping it against her cheek softly. "Now, you do know not to bite me, right?" He asked with a smile.

Grom growled under his breath as Mirah grabbed his chin. He glanced over at his sister and Crail, alternating between glaring daggers at the human and glancing at his sister worriedly. He still wasn't horny enough to start harboring the thoughts Mirah wanted from him.

 

[sunspark]

Rael had, though she's never going to admit to her captor. The daughter of the Chieftain, she was practically ensured a good mate. More than once she watched the warriors coming back from a hunt or saw them sparring and fantasized what it would be like to kneel and be mounted by one, to have a belly full of his seed, to have the honor of carrying another warrior for her people. Sometimes she would grow so hot she had to roll in the grass until the feeling passed, and now, it shames her.

Fearing what might happen to Grom if she doesn't, Rael opens her mouth as obediently as possible, wrapping her lips around Criel's cock. Carefully, she licks him, her inexperience is palpable, even as she slides forward to take him in a bit further. At her sides, her hands ball into fists.

While the girl services her brother, Mirah keeps playing with her toy. She'll touch him just enough to keep him hard, or stroke him until he's worked up and then leave off. Sometimes she holds him by the hair and forces him to watch Crail taking his sister's mouth.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Crail's cock stiffened as she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. Her inexperience seemed to be to his liking. He grinned as she slid him a bit deeper into her mouth. "Someone's eager." He said, rocking his hips back and forth. His cock was getting properly hard now, easily surpassing a foot in length. When he caught the way she was balling her fists up he paused though, his grin dying down as he pulled back, gripping his cock by the base again. She knew what was coming before it slapped her across the face again, this time wet with her saliva, resulting in an even nastier sounding slap. "Don't even think about throwing a punch. I assure you that without weapons I'm a lot stronger than you." He warned, slapping his cock against her cheek once more, this time using only his hips as his hands both moved to the back of her head. "You can either play with my shaft and balls or grope your own breasts but I want to see your hands being useful to one of us." He said before stuffing his cock back into his mouth. Slapping her with his dick those last few times had been enough to do it. At full hardness Crail was nearly fourteen and a half inches. It fell short of a centaur cock but he didn't mind.

Grom ground his hoof into the ground as he was forced to watch the show, biting his lip in response to Mirah's continual touches. He was painfully hard before long, his cock oozing pre down to the earthen floor of their tent. "I'm watching, alright?" He growled when she gripped his hair and pushed his face towards the action. Crail noticed what was happening and smirked a bit. "You know, Mirah, I've still got some of those nice herbs that got those elves all worked up. They should be in the trunk by our bed. I'd quadruple the dose for him but after than you can come help get Rael here ready for me." He suggested, ready to get the real show on the road.

 

[sunspark]

Rael forces her fists to unclench, and hesitantly, she reaches up to cup Crail's balls in one hand, rubbing them slowly with her palm, or stroking them with deft fingers. With the other, she grips the base of his shaft, pumping it slowly, tears beading out of the corners of her eyes as the length of him pushes deeper, threatening her throat.

On the other side of the tent, Mirah nods to her brother, rising and walking to the trunk by the bed. On the way, she discards the rest of her armor, setting it aside carefully, then strips off the protective clothing beneath it, undressing until she stands naked on the earthen floor.

She's tall for a woman, thin and narrow, not hulking or broad, but still well-defined from riding and fighting alongside the Legions. Her skin is pale, and scattered with fading freckles in places. Scars from the Empire's old wars mark her arms, shoulders, and back. The Imperials are warriors, even their women.

Retrieving the herb mixture, she's going to cross the room back to Grom, stopping before him and running one hand over his chest.

"Eat this," she orders, "and we'll be gentler with your sister."