A surprise for Zair

There was no source of light present in the room which Zair had hid in, the only source of illumination being the orange tint coming from the moonstones glowing in the adjacent room, but he was able to surmise that it was a bedroom, as the contours of a very large bed was recognizable through the dimness.

“Of course it’s in a safe location!” Zair could hear Gore exclaim. “What do you take me for, an amateur?”

“Certainly not, Mr. Gore, but you certainly understand why we’re a tad nervous, don’t you?”

“Bah, there’s no reason to worry,” Gore maintained, “the crosier’s never more than a few yards away from me.”

“I think that that’s one of the reasons for my masters’ concerns.” The hooded stranger replied.

“What? Tell your bosses that they don’t have to worry about me, I don’t give a damn which one of you foppish toffs runs this city as long as I’m left alone.”

“That’s a very commendable attitude, Mr. Gore,” the stranger sounded as though Gore’s coarseness was amusing.

It was at this precise moment that Zair was aware of the fact that he wasn’t alone in the bedroom, as he suddenly felt the presence of someone behind him. Having moved up to him without producing even the weakest sound, the person now standing behind Zair was obviously a woman, that much was apparent from the large swell of her breasts as they pressed against his naked back and the delicate make of her hands as they ran down his forearms.

Naturally, Zair was startled by the revelation that he was not alone, but at least he didn’t react to it by panicking, instead opting to remain absolutely still and silent as the pair of hands brushed over his hands and moved on to caress his waist.

“I don’t care if it is commendable or not,” Gore exclaimed as the female stranger began to undo the front of Zair’s trousers, “I’ll hold on to the crosier until you ask for it, and maybe I won’t even raise the price if you stop showing up to ask me a lot of stupid questions!”

“Really, Mr. Gore…” the stranger chuckled, “I don’t think that it’s wise of you to threaten us like that.”

One womanly hand had now slid down into Zair’s trousers, and the muscular warrior had to stifle a lustful groan as he felt it begin to fondle his heavy balls.

“I’m not threatening anyone!” Gore was beginning to sound as a man who wasn’t used to people who didn’t cower in fear whenever he got angry, “But I can make that fucking staff disappear, if I want to.”

“Yes, and we can make you disappear, if we want to. Now, if you excuse me I’ll tell my masters that the crosier’s safe, and let you return to that slut you’ve picked up.”

A short while later, as Gore and the stranger left the suite, Zair’s pants had been pulled down far enough for his cock to come swinging out into the open, and now both of the woman’s hands were stroking while she planted a soft kiss on the base of his neck.

Forcing the woman to let go off his member as he swung round, Zair broke into a thin smile and whispered out “Janna…”

“Hello Zair, missed me?” Janna asked before dropping down onto her knees and unceremoniously taking his cockhead into her mouth while one of her hands came up to fondle his nutsack again.