Korgoth of the The Relentless Charge

When the Longhorns found him still awake in the morning, they declared him this year's Bray Champion, and that The Relentless Charge to be the greatest horde of this Bray Games. When they placed upon his head his crown, a crude circlet of rare useless gold, he couldn't help but see on the edges of his vision, Prodos and Bamvros sulking behind him. A grin crept up on his face as he knew that, come nightfall, those two were giving to be even more miserable. And would continue to be so, until they all broke up into their own hordes again.

Twirling his crown around his finger, he lounged comfortably in his throne in his tent after his sleep, as the celebrations and festivities outside carried on into the night. His throat was parched and his stomach protested, saying that he hadn't had enough during the day's feast, but he quieted them, for they would soon, very soon, be satisfied.

The flap of his tent opened and Xeranthe, his favorite cow, entered, bringing two other cows behind her. One a rich chocolate with patches of white on her fur, with rings, bangles, chains, and piercings all over; and the other was a deep black with a wide stripe of white going down the middle of her front, broader and taller than the other two, with well defined musculature. In taur eyes, they were all very beautiful, with good wide hips, large and ample breasts, soft and short snouts with no ring, filed down horns that were well kept and decorated with tiny trinkets, and small tufts of hair right on the top of their heads.

Like the rest of their horde, Xeranthe had light dusty brown fur, thick powerful legs, but slim and slender arms, especially when compared to the bulls. The corner of his lip curled upwards slightly as she led the other two forwards, seeing that she had put on the green dress he had found when they raided an elf camp. They had had to cut it up and re-stitch the sides together so that it would fit her, but he found that it brought out the yellows of her large eyes the best, despite the fact that they were set in a deep scowl. He couldn't blame her though. When he summoned her, she believed that it was to make up for the time apart he had needed for training, and that she would have had the Bray Champion all to herself. But when he told her about the wager and what else he had won, she let out a snort and frowned darkly, before doing as all good cows did, and obeyed her master.

The well accessorized cow obviously belonged to Bamvros, and his taste for opulence showed even in his cow. Looped around her horns to sit in the center of the diamond shaped white patch in the middle of her face, was a thin chain of silver and set in it, a bead of cut sapphire. A few of her ear piercings were made of the same stuff, but with different matching gems. They were too fine and intricate for taur hands, so they must have been plundered from either elves or humans. Her robe was of a purple silk, barely holding together at the seams, tied around her waist by a thick metal belt. Unsure which chain around her neck it belonged to, there was a large ruby dangling on her chest. He was sure there were more jewels and treasures hidden under from view, and he was eager to discover them.

With the tips of her trimmed horns just meeting his eye-line, Prodos' cow was tall for a female. A simple fur-lined metal vest was all that she wore on her chest, a testament to the hardiness of her kin. Her forearms had metal bracers, a collection of nicks and slashes on them. Her chain-mail skirt rustled as she moved, an empty scabbard bumping off her hip. The muscles on her arms were toned, with her shield arm being slightly larger than the other. There was a sharpness in her eyes as they took in everything in Korgoth's tent, while still being careful to not show disrespect by looking him in the eye.

Stopping before him, Xeranthe bowed her head. "Your new cows are here to serve you, my Lord." she said, with a tightness in her voice that Korgoth elected to ignore. "With their masters' blessings, their names are -"

"Not necessary," he growled, trying not to salivate. Standing, he handed his crown over to her and motioned over his shoulder towards the back. She took it reverently and stepped aside. Turning his attention to his temporary acquisitions, he ordered them, "Reveal yourselves."

"As you command, Lord," they said, lowering their heads.

Their clothes fell onto the floor and Korgoth's loins began to throb. Bamvros' cow had a pair of gold rings through her nipples, a jeweled stud through her navel, and he could see a glint coming from between her legs. Prodos' had an impressive amount of scars all over her body, but the one that caught his eye was the wicked one across her stomach. Circling around them, he noticed that she had been allowed to grow her white hair long, and that it had been weaved into a thick braid that ended around her mid back. Stopping behind Bamvros' cow, Korgoth reached out and grabbed both of her breasts. "Tell me something," he said, letting his hands sink into her flesh. "Has your master gifted you with his calves?"

"Y-yes Lord," she replied, trying not to moan sensually as he tugged on her nipple rings lightly. "T-two young bulls... and two young cows..."

Nodding and letting out a grunt of approval, he moved on to do the same with Prodos', enjoying that her breasts were much firmer than Bamvros'. "And you?"

Swallowing hard, and clearing her throat, as she endured his groping, she said somberly, "Yes Lord. One young bull."

"Only one?" Korgoth said, his eyebrow shooting up in surprise.

"Yes Lord. My master..." she trailed off, sounding almost sad.

Korgoth took his hands away and encouraged her to continue with a nod. "Go on."

She took in a breath, put her hand on her stomach scar, and said, "My master's calf... it's larger size made for a very difficult delivery. They had to cut it from my belly. Since then, my master fears that another would cost his harem their lives." A sigh escaped from her. "He has not given anyone else a calf."

"Your master is a fool," he stated, walking past her. Turning again when he reached his throne, he continued. "A thoughtful and considerate bull he is, but a fool all the same, to deprive his harem of having his calves." With a quick glance down, he saw that her fist was clenched. "Especially those who would think of breaching the Games' peace to defend his honor." With a twitch in her lip, she relaxed her grip.

Taking his seat, he sat with his legs set far apart, shifting his gaze from one to the other. "But do not worry about that for much longer. Once we all part ways, I am sure that your masters will remember that the cows of the Iron Hooves are made of sterner stuff, and that cows of the Brass Rings are treasures that should not be bartered on a whim."

Bowing their heads to him once more, they said, "Thank you Lord, for your kind words and generosity."

Believing that he had addressed their unsaid concerns that he was sure they had, he licked his jowls in both moral and actual victory. "Now both of you, come. Your Bray Champion requires your services."