Aaron gave the girls a further once over, noticing various details he'd missed earlier, such as the fact that all three of them wore their hair the same way, and that each bore a beaded bracelet on their right wrists; he decided to inquire as to why.
The amazonian Asian answered. "They mark us as warriors of the Mountain Tits, my lord."
Aaron assimilated this. He supposed that if the entire tribe was as diverse as these three, it made sense to have as many identifiers as possible. "Does every tribe have their own tattoos, hairstyles and jewelry?"
She nodded. Aaron's inner scientist was suddenly intrigued by the possibilities for anthropological studies. He wondered what else he could learn about the culture of these women? A vast multitude of possible questions began churning in his brain. He decided to start slowly.
"Uh, do you have names?"
All three looked moderately bemused. "Of course, my lord," the redhead said. "I am Vash," she then pointed to the Asian. "She is Torgun, and our leader," pointing to the snake-girl. "Is Naya."
Before Aaron could ask a further question, there was a savage cry. The ladies reached for their weapons, but it was too late; a half dozen other women had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and were pointing rather deadly-looking spears at them
Then, they noticed Aaron, and fell to their knees, as Naya, Torgun, and Vash had earlier; although they still kept the spears pointed at the Mountain Tits girls. Aaron took the time to get a good look at them. An identical pair of astonishingly pale brunettes. A lithe beauty with the eyes, ears, and tail of a cat. A supremely voluptuous lass less than five feet tall. A dark-skinned girl with raven-hair. And a black woman that was actually taller than Torgun.
They wore skimpy outfits of fur, leather, or buckskin, asides from the black amazon, who wore a Frazetta-style chainmail bikini. Their hair was in a style quite different from that of the Mountain Tits, they each wore a similar-style headband, and each perfectly formed buttock bore a flame tattoo.
"I take it," Aaron said. "That you're from the Hot Ass tribe?"
"Yes, lord," the Nubian beauty in the chainmail bikini said. "We were tasked with patrolling our lands for invaders...particularly Mountain Tit raiders. We beg your forgiveness for interrupting your pleasure."
Aaron decided to be magnanimous. "That's okay. I suppose you can help me as much as they can. What's your name, by the way?"
"I am Ishtar, my lord. Will you wish us to please you, then?"
"I wouldn't mind that, no."
Ishtar grinned. "A thousand thanks for the honor, my lord. Do you wish us to deal with these Mountain Tit bitches before or after?
Aaron blinked. Now, how was he supposed to respond to that? |