A dark-haired beauty

One of the women had caught Aaralon's eyes early into the night. She was tall and muscular like the rest, and had lustrous black hair that contrasted her fair skin perfectly. She took great interest in his fanciful tales and there was no hesitation in asking for her hand when the village chief proposed her generous offer. With his loins already stirring and mind addled from the obviously alcoholic beverage they had plied him with, Aaralon stumbled into the guest tent lips locked with his prize. He squeezed her flesh, far more firm than any woman he had ever held. The fur top came off with a tug, revealing a most gorgeous set of breasts that Aaralon mashed his face into with frenzied craving.

"I can't believe my luck! Choosing this place was the right choice after all. The old coot Sareth thought he could trick me!"

"My, great mage, why are you sucking on my teat like a babe?"

"It's a ritual all mages must perform before sex," Aaralon explained. The woman, whose name was Anya, nodded her head in understanding.

"Go ahead. It's surprisingly nice."

As he sucked on her large nipple, Aaralon pulled down her fur panties, only to be slapped in the chin by something hard and weighty. Confused, he pulled away and looked down, only to see an erect penis staring at him.

"What in the world?" He cried out in shock.

"What? What's wrong?"

"You have a penis!"

"Of course I do? Don't you have one?" Anya replied, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I do! But the women I've bedded don't!"

"Impossible! Everyone has penises!"

Wait. So this was a tribe of welcoming buxom warrior women with penises. Anya, laying down on the furs in her birthday suit, was a stunning woman save for the addition of a six-inch cock. Beneath that throbbing member was the unmistakable opening of a woman's pussy, already dripping with need.