At last, an explanation

Eventually, the corridor that Riolta was slowly working her way down ended in an opened, arced passageway through which light poured to flood the last few yards of the dimly lit corridor.

Ignoring her arousal for just long enough to decide that there was no point in turning back and head the other direction, particularly not when the room ahead seemed to be occupied, Riolta let out another horny groan as she grabbed hold of the dildo’s base and twisted it half a turn, her knees bucking and more juices pouring out of her honeypot as she let go of the fake cock and resumed moving forwards on unsteady feet.

The room on the other side of the passageway turned out to be a fairly massive chamber, with another doorway about a hundred feet away from her on the other side of it, and it was also practically void of any furniture, with only a round table and two chairs being placed right in the middle of it while rows of freestanding oil lamps were lined up along the two walls that ran between the two ends of the airy room.

Seated on one of the two chairs, her legs crossed and a footed metal cup in her right hand, was the same platinum blonde woman who had approached Riolta just before the archeress had passed out, appearing to be almost as naked as before as she raised one of her stripper heels into the air and took a swig from the cup.

Riolta came to the conclusion that the woman was probably the only one who could her where she was and why she had been brought there, and so shook of the slight feeling of dread that was building in the back of her mind and began to saunter over towards the centre of the chamber, girlcum very nearly shooting out of her soaked pussy again from the way in which the blonde was looking at her.

“Welcome! I’m glad to see that you’re finally up and moving about,” the woman greeted Riolta as she came within ten feet of her, the brunette looking somewhat confused as to whether or not she should head for the empty chair, with her confusion in no way being diminished by the way in which the blonde thrust her sex forwards so that her dripping wet snatch was shooting out over the edge of her seat and used her free hand to part her labia to show off her moist pinkness.

“I’m Aliyah, in case you’ve forgotten,” Aliyah introduced herself as Riolta finally settled for the empty chair and looked around to see if she could spot the stud from earlier.

“W…” Riolta had to interrupt herself to let out a gasp as the padded seat **** the plus-sized dildo deeper into her ass, “where am I?”

“That’s hardly important,” Aliyah decided in a casual tone, “but suffice to say that you’re my guest rather than my prisoner.”

“What, you equip all of your guests with something like this?” Riolta shuddered with delight again as her fingers brushed against the gemstone in her bellybutton.

“The gemstone is a reward for services rendered, you will be allowed to keep it if you perform a small mission on my behalf,” Aliyah explained without loosing her smile.

“And what if I don’t want it?”

“I consider that an unlikely event,” Aliyah seemed to have a good understanding of Riolta’s character, “but if that’s what you really want then the removal of the gemstone will be your reward.”

“And what’s to keep me from simply choosing not to do your bidding when I get out of here?” Riolta felt that the question needed to be asked, if for no other reason than Aliyah’s reaction to it might tell her something about what sort of woman she was.

“Oh, I hardly think you’re that stupid, not when you know how easy it was for me to bring you here,” Aliyah might be threatening her, but at least she was civil about it.

“If you’re so powerful,” Riolta was beginning to find it extremely hard to keep up her concentration, “then why don’t you do this mission yourself?”

“Apart from my desire not to disturb my subterranean life of leisure, there is also the fact that I need to stay low-key when I’m moving about on the surface, and I’ve never been particularly good at playing the part of a wallflower,” Aliyah smiled again, and Riolta had little trouble believing the truth of her statement.

“You’re speaking as though I’ve been brought here with a specific purpose in mind,” Riolta was temporarily distracted by the sight of Aliyah’s expansive chest bulging out in front of her, the shape and firmness of the two massive orbs making it perfectly clear that they were not in need of any support whatsoever.

“And you want to know what that is…” Aliyah cut in, taking some pretty obvious pleasure from the way in which Riolta was looking at her.

“Yes,” Riolta said as Aliyah took another sip from the cup, and the buxom blonde apparently finding the substance in it to be most delicious if Riolta was correct in her reading of the expression on her face as she gulped it down.

“That’s certainly understandable,” Aliyah admitted while glancing down into her cup, “but all I can tell you at the moment is that I want you to find something, something very precious.”

“What?”

“It’s not so much a thing as a person, a woman actually, a woman whom you’re eminently qualified in seeking out.”

“I’m not an assassin.”

“Oh no darling, I wasn’t referring to your archery hobby, but the fact that you’re such a cock-loving, cum-guzzling slut."

Acting as though she was intending to provoke Riolta into proving her point, Aliyah raised the cup up in front of her mouth before upturning it to allow its contents to spill out onto her breasts, prompting Riolta to utter an aroused noise at the sight of the two gargantuan orbs suddenly being coated with a sticky layer of jizz, her tongue flickering out over her plump lips at the sight of a fat rope of balljuice dangling from off of the blonde’s left nipple.