The meadow stands in silence.
Cheers of carnal conquest now replaced with a simmering tension that reeked of lust for bodies and blood.
Drukara takes a deep breath, heaving her mighty chest as she cracks her knuckles like crashing boulders. Her body is a towering tribute to bloody battle and a life forged in the fires of war. Scars weave across her muscles, her hair a mess of braids earned in battle, red paint smeared across her naked chest and her lower body and hooves covered in cracked armour stained with soot and dried blood.
And her eyes… voids filled with a violent hunger. A storm barely contained by years of military service and discipline.
She didn't come for sweet, gentle love.
She came for conquest and combat.
[Target Name: Drukara, The Reaper]
[Species: Centaur]
[Arousal Status: 112%]
[Emotional Status: Bloodlust (Very High) / Horny (Extreme)]
[Target Pleasure Objective: Satisfy & Survive]
"Pleasure Prince!" she bellows like a war cry. "You bring my sister's to tears, you make them moan and sing your name." she does a single, storming stomp, shaking the ground across the meadow. "But I seek not to be swooned, Construct. I'm a warrior, born of blood and battle." she yells, beating her fist against her chest. "I exist only to conquer… Or be conquered."
Drukara snorted, lowered her head and pawed the ground.
Pip stepped forward. Calm, confident.
She screeched like a harpy in heat.
Then she charged.
[Threat detected. Power-Level: B+]
[Engaging Combat Protocols]
[Combat Objective: Defeat Centaur Berserker (x1)]
W-w-what kinda foreplay is this?!" Pip cries to himself as she barrels toward him like a bullet train.
He leaps, twirling through the air gracefully before hitting the ground with a perfectly poised three-point landing.
She screams past him, rises to her hindlegs with a roaring neigh, then bursts across the meadow. She launches into the air, trying to pin him to the ground, but he rolls. She careens through plants and bushes, kicking up grass and dirt as she streaks toward him like lustful lightning.
But Pip moves like a blur.
He dodges through the air, spins around her kicks, slides between her legs, flips off her back and lands in the middle of the meadow with a soft thud, not so much as a smudge on his wraithglass skin.
Gasps ring through the meadow as the rest of the centaurs watch on, eyes filled with reverent wonder and awe. Even the broken-in, exhausted mares splayed out across the grassy knoll lift their heads and wobble to their hooves as they watch Pip and Drukara battle for position and pleasure.
"Are they fighting or f—"
"Look at his foot work, it's like he's prancing."
"Why is this making me so damn horny?!"
Vuvi stood half hidden behind the centaur Princess, her notebook held up to her eyes like a shield.
"This is sooooo bad!" she whimpers. "He's not programmed for… sex-fighting. Ooooooh. Stay strong, Pip!"
But Pip wasn't just fighting Drukara, he was adapting.
He turns to her, lunges, and catches her in mid air. They slam to the ground under a cloud of dust and fluttering flower petals, sending a shockwave of pressure through the meadow.
"That's more like it, metal man!" Drukara grinned like a madwoman.
He flicked around, flipped back, and mounted her.
[Engaging Pleasure Protocols]
She kicks, bucks, roars and moans like a centaur possessed as his beaming rod breaches her like a battleram. Pip grips on to her silky, smooth body as best he can, but her flaying hips and twisting thighs flings him through the air.
He hits the ground, tumbling through grass and bush, rolling to a halt.
[Engaging Combat Protocols]
"MORE!" she bellows before she comes tearing through the meadow toward him.
He slides along her flank, flicks over her, and mounts, slamming her thighs with ballistic bliss.
[Engaging Pleasure Protocols]
She lifts onto her hindlegs and slams him into the ground as she bays like clapping thunder.
[Engaging Comb…. Pleasu…. Combat….Ple… ERROR!]
[WARNING! Protocol Desychronization Detected.]
"MORE! MOOOOOORE!" she howls, beating her fist on her chest as she prances around the meadow. "Are you going to just lie there? CONQUER ME!!!"
[WARNING! Unauthorized Divine Energy Overlay Detected.]
[Attempting Protocol Re-Synchonization… ERROR! Unknown Protocol Detected.]
[Attempting Protocol Re-Calibration… SUCCESS!]
[New Protocol Detected: Carnal Combat. ]
[Engaging Carnal Combat Protocol]
Vuvi watches on, silent and trembling as Pip slowly lifts to his feet.
"Pip! It's ok. We can end it here…" she yells out, her voice quivering as she fears for safety of her metal masterpiece… and friend.
Pip turns to her, and with a wordless glimmer, she understood.
"Pip… y-you're…Maiden's have Mercy!"
"It ends here! Finish me or die!" Drukara cackles.
She stomps her feet deep into the earth, snorts and erupts toward Pip, powered by every pulsing muscle on her body.
He doesn't flinch. He doesn't move. He doesn't breathe.
As a mountain of solid muscle, fueled by blood lust and carnal frustration bears down on him, grinning with the face of death incarnate… He simply reacts.
[Activating Sensual Touch Lv.1]
With a grace so gentle Drukara could barely feel his hands sliding along her waist, he grips her against his metal body, robbing her of all strength and momentum in an instant.
She gasps.
His pistons burst to life, servos screaming as he lifts her like a ballerina into the air. For a perfect moment, he holds her, violently vertical, her eyes locked on his as he displays her like a totem lifted to savage seduction and painful pleasures.
"... yes!" she whispers, like a virgin accepting her first lover.
[Activating Hammer-Fist mode.]
He flicks his feet out from under himself as he rips her out of the air. They descend to the ground like a shooting star, glowing with the aura of a thousand wishes granted.
They don't just hit the ground, they merge with it. The earth parts beneath them like rippling water, waves of sand and grass burst out around them as they sink into a crater of conquered desires.
Drukara's breath bursts from her lungs as the ground trembles around them. Trees around the meadow bend back in respect, young warriors fall to their knees and a Princess watches on in religious regard as her greatest warrior was not just beaten, but tamed.
Drukara heaves, she sucks in a deep breath and sighs softly as she gently turns to face Pip. With dreamy eyes and a smile as soft as a dew drop, she wordlessly admitted defeat and beckoned her carncal conquerer to vanquish her completely.
He was like a triumphant knight exploring a castle in search of spoils. Pip ravages her thoroughly, and finishes her softly as he reveals to her treasures inside her, hidden even to herself.
He parts from her gently, and she sinks into the grass. Her eyes closed, breathing shallow, whispering softly to herself about visions of Valhalla.
Princess Rukari lays on the grass, stunned. Her legs numb and shivering.
"Drukara!" she whimpers.
"Your Majesty…" Drukara smiles, like a tired bride on her honeymoon. "I…I think I'm done fighting…"
Vuvi sniffles as she wipes a tear from her cheek.
"I've truely built a masterpiece." she grins.
The Princess stares with quiet reverence as Pip gently helps a giggling Drukara to a soft patch of grass.
"Lady Blackthorn…" she mutters. "... I think you may have built a god."