A painting

“How are the paintings coming along?” Zalah asked Perrima as she closed the door behind her.

“Just fine,” Perrima replied, at the undoing the sash tied around her waist so that the soft robe came sliding apart at the front, revealing her huge tits in all their glory.

Dareios, who for the first time since he and Zalah left the Horny Harlot fifteen minutes earlier was not having his cock stroked by the blonde slut, was now taking in the sight of Perrima’s small nipples and finely defined stomach, not to mention her bald pussy.

“I told you you’d like her,” Zalah reminded Dareios as she watched the flow of precum becoming more sizeable in reaction to Perrima undoing her robe.

“You’re huge,” Perrima informed Dareios, though she was right in suspecting that this wasn’t the first time that a woman had told him that.

“And you still haven’t lost your talent for stating the obvious.” Zalah teased Perrima, who let it slide without making a comeback as she was far more interested in Dareios’ member.

“You paint?” Dareios asked, suspecting that the three of them would likely get to remain in the hallway for quite some time.

“Oh yes,” Perrima responded, “it’s a hobby of mine.”

“It’s more than a hobby,” Zalah maintained, “or else it wouldn’t make you say no to a night on the town.”

“It’s not like I didn’t know that you might bring me home a treat,” Perrima replied, once more letting her gaze run over Dareios naked body, “though I must admit that I didn’t expect one quite as large as this.”

“You can go ahead and touch it if you want.” Dareios told the redheaded herbalist, clinching his ass-cheeks together to make his cock jut in the air.

“I intend to,” Perrima promised him, “but if I do it now we’ll probably spend the night in the hallway. And then you wouldn’t get to see my paintings.”

“Dareios,” Zalah flashed him a naughty grin, “how would you like to be immortalized through art?”

“If the two of you are going to model, then you’ll need to clean up first.” Perrima told Zalah, who was dripping jizz onto the hallway rug.

“You just want an excuse to have Dareios all to yourself, you horny slut.” Zalah told Perrima with a smile.

“Can you blame her?” Was Dareios’ response to Zalah’s suggestion.

“Not really,” Zalah admitted.

With Zalah departing to find her way to a bathroom, Perrima and Dareios made their way towards the second floor with him allowing her to lead the way so that he could watch her juicy ass sway as she walked.

“You’re an herbalist?” Dareios asked, getting a playful “That’s what the sign at the door says,” in return.

“What kind of potions do you make?” He went on to ask.

Turning her head so that she was facing him, Perrima grinned wildly and looked down at his dick before moaning out the word “cocks”, giggling at the sight of a thick lashing of precum shooting out of his pisshole at this revelation.

“Cocks?” Dareios echoed Perrima.

“Yes, that’s my main field of expertise. I can do all other sorts of potions and concoctions, but mainly I focus on making stuff that makes cocks bigger and balls more cum-filled. It’s a nice field to be an expert in, particularly so since I always find someone to try them out on.”

“Ah,” Dareios replied, being at a loss about what to say as they stepped into the second-floor corridor.

“You’re not all natural, are you?” Perrima asked, once more throwing a glance at his cock before looking him right in the eyes.

“Sort of,” Dareios said, “there are no potions involved at least.”

“Gods,” Perrima groaned, “I can’t wait to have you fuck my ass with it.”

With Perrima confessing this, the two of them reached what looked to be a living room, but with several paintings deployed in the middle of it.

“I hope that you’ll enjoy my creations,” Perrima told Dareios as he stepped forwards, “they’re historical dioramas, mostly.”

Dareios, who had removed his belt and sword and dumped his cloak on a table, enjoyed the paintings on display alright, but it had little to do with them being historical dioramas. The first one that he looked at consisted of a rather typical scene: the background was made up of marble columns in front of a sunset over a still sea, but it was what was going on in the foreground of the painting that really caught his eye. There, a black-haired woman was laying on her left side a purple divan, her right leg hook and her head turned to face straight upwards. A curvaceous creature, the woman was clad in a flimsy white toga that was cut in a way that left both her tits and her bald pussy completely exposed.

Standing at the foot of the divan was a naked and dark-skinned hunk that was leaning backwards and grimacing as a thick spray of jizz shot out of the end of his cock to arch its way through the air and land in the woman’s wide-open mouth.

Finding this one immensely satisfying, Dareios moved on to the next painting, which turned out to be a picture of a blonde woman hemmed in by a man at the front and one at the back, both of which were sliding their hard cocks into her. It was hard to see the woman’s face since the scene was depicted from above, but he could recognize that ass anywhere.

“Zalah?” He duly asked Perrima, nodding at the woman in the picture.

“You recognize her?” Perrima replied, affirming that it really was her that was being depicted.

“These are fine paintings.” Dareios decided, “And now you want to depict me and Zalah.”

“Oh yes, I’d also like to make a portrait of you later, even if I doubt that I can make that monstercock of yours justice.”

“Which reminds me,” Perrima said as she disrobed to stand naked except for her silvery platform shoes, “you need to clean up a little as well.”

Standing still, Dareios allowed Perrima to use her robe to wipe the sweat of his chest and arms, the woman grinning at him as she moved the garment over his hard muscles.

It was when Perrima reached his cock, which she stroked with obvious interest through her silk robe, that Dareios couldn’t take it any longer.

Grabbing the robe and tossing it across the room, Dareios then grabbed Perrima’s ass, lifting her upwards before bringing her down and impaling her pussy with his cock.

Surprised at first by Dareios’ manoeuvre, Perrima was quickly made to release a throaty groan as her soaked twat was filled to the brim by his hard cumtube.
With her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck and her breasts mashed against his chest, Perrima was carried over to a nearby wall, against which her back was pressed as Dareios began fucking her in earnest, pumping his body against hers without any attempts to hold back.

Perrima couldn’t match Dareios’ strength, so she settled for moving her hips in a more intensive fashion, screaming like a banshee as she did her best to meet his thrusts.