First, this story contains and was made with no AI. We live in an age where that is relevant information.
Second, this story has futa. You've been warned.
That aside?
Incest and interspecies. These two were certainly a challenge, to be sure, as the partners involved had to be bound by blood but not by species. An oxymoron you say? Well, lucky for me, hybrids exist.
Story takes place in fantasy Mesoamerica. Fantasy Andes to be exact, full of brown skins, dark hairs and bloody dispositions.
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Amaru, recently 18 years of age, gripped the hem of her petticoat to deal with the stress.
She was inside a litter being carried by 8 powerful men and had been throughout her journey as they headed deep into the eastern jungles. The Queenship of the Runa was a kingdom of man that inhabited much of the mountain regions along the Runa valleys, so the roads along the breadth and length of their land were well paved and taken care of. So, despite the various rests that they had to make along the way, they had made good progress.
Her escort was composed of some of the greatest warriors in her mother's service, men and women allowed the privilege to wield bloodthirsty iron. And though their rare ponchos of iron chain showed what sort of privileged and powerful people they were, the journey through the Queendom would have been safe merely with the sigil adorning the side of Amaru's carried litter.
Only the man servants that transported her would have been needed to convey her about their people's lands if it came down to it. But her destination wasn't anywhere anyone sane was wont to go.
The secret of iron had done a lot to safeguard the lands of man, but the price it demanded was seemingly eternal conflict between them.
Older than Amaru was, older than even her mother, the Queen, were the wars fought for the silvery ore that gave them an edge in their wars. But the mountains ranged for so long, and so far, that entire peoples lived and died without Amaru's people knowing about it. Or they knowing about them. For every enemy defeated, another new one had to reveal itself, vying for the same lands, the same valleys and the same ores that they did.
It wasn't like greed had never been entirely away from the hearts of men.
But iron fanned it like few other things did.
But if iron were all that mattered, if iron was the only thing that determined who won and who died, it was as certain as the mists that rose with the dawn that the Runa people would have won and dominated long ago.
But that's not how things were.
Their armies could not compete with those of the Musin, the shell-helmeted coastal warriors of the west. They could not deal with the mobility of the Inga, the northern legions who rode llamas. They could not hold back the Mapu to the south, who were so numerous, if lacking in iron, that they could threaten any of the other ones on their lonesome.
Runa had iron, yes, but it wasn't iron that made them stand.
It was their alliances.
"Are you well, my Nusta?" The youngest member of the guard of Amaru's mother, and the woman who had practically raised her, asked, "It is getting rather warm."
"I am fine, Kusi," Amaru nervously replied, "I knew the lowlands were going to be hot, so I prepared myself, see?"
A brown-skinned adult woman brushed aside the curtain making the contents of Amaru's litter opaque and gave Amaru a searching look before she nodded, "If the Queen's advice is anything to go by, your...sire's tribes do not care much for propriety If need be, don't be too preoccupied about looking like royalty here among your, hmm, mother's people?"
The warrior looked around her, at the party taking Amaru to where she had to be, "No one here needs to be convinced that you are a princess, Nusta."
Instead of the multiple layers of petticoats that even the most basest of Runa peasant women wore, Amaru was wearing but a single one. One made from the finest Alpacan cotton, certainly, but still one that made Amaru feel almost...naked.
Which given she was about to meet her sire was a bit of a problem.
The climb down from the endless expanse of the mountains and valleys of humankind into the endless expanse of jungle, where the various species rejected by the gods were, was infamously not an easy one. It required both forbearance and endurance as the wells were not well marked, the edible plants were not well known, and game, while plentiful, was not safe to hunt. But, before all of those could become issues, was the change in temperature.
The jungles were hellishly hot.
Amaru took the chance to look outside and saw that the men carrying her litter were stripped to their waist, walking only in their sandals and bayeta trousers. Of the warriors, all still wore iron, though some were down to their cloth vests. A few had even begun walking about like Amaru's porters.
The thing is, that included Kusi.
Her brown breasts were out in the air, making Amaru gape. The woman was slim, but muscular, her flat stomach and defined shoulders and arms cutting a striking figure. With her tits out, each half the size of her head, she looked delectable.
Attractive.
Something that, looking at her arms and breasts, Amaru had trouble saying of herself.
Oh, Amaru had a big ass and big legs, her hips were overly large and her breasts were bigger than Kusi's were.
But that was all she had going for her.
Even if she had wanted to, lowering the amount of clothing she wore was problematic because instead of the dark brown skin that was the fixture of humanity, Amaru's was actually...slightly green.
Her ears were slightly pointy, too, but that could be hidden with her hair... which happened to be slightly red. Red-dish? Amaru would love to say that it was just a different shade of brown, because at least that was a natural color, but either way it stood out.
At least she could hide the worst.
At least she could keep from smiling.
Because her lower fangs? They grew large. Not enough to jut out of her mouth, but enough to give away her inhuman parentage away all on it's own.
Because Amaru, despite her royal blood, was only half human.
18 years ago, when the Queen was young and Runa was a kingdom, the Nustra, the princes of the Runa, had counted 8.
One each died against the Inga and the Musin, and four against the Mapu. With only Amaru's uncle to lead the kingdom's armies, her grandfather took a big risk by sending Amaru's mother out to the jungles, to gain the help and alliance of the unknown monsters that dwelt in it. It was a long shot, a cast born of desperation, but just as the Inga overwhelmed the only living male Nustra, just as only the levies remained to stand in the path of annihilation, Amaru's mother ascended from the jungle.
A horde of green monsters in the shape of people with her.
Orcs, they called themselves in their own tongue. And though they could not speak a thread of man tongue then, though they were more primitive then the Mapu by being unable to produce even copper, they were stronger then any man.
And that despite having no men among them.
Not only did they beat the Inga back, not only did they stabilize the borders of the Runa and ensured the smooth climb of Amaru's mother as the next heir, they allowed Amaru's people to have the precious time that they needed to recover.
And seize the accursed iron mines that had caused all this trouble.
