Business first

Your hunger seems to grow in proximity to the sumptuous feast. Some of the silk-dressed harem girls pluck morsels from the table and feed them to Bulgarmet by hand. Each bite, he tilts his head back and his huge maw falls open, displaying a thick pink tongue and remains of previous bites. He crunches through delicate bones and rudely slurps the marrow from the larger. The harem girls giggle beneath their veils as he sucks every trace of every bite from their fingers.

His hunger is matched by his amorousness. His big, jiggling arms and sausage fingers paw at the voluptuous bodies of the harem girls. He pulls them onto his strange cocks and the wriggling slugs burrow into hairless pussies, puckered anuses, or disappear beneath the veil to be sucked by the hidden mouth of the servile woman. Feeling an unwanted heat of lust, you turn your gaze back to the feast, your belly growling.

"I may dine later," you say, staring at honey cakes and glazed pork and fresh, blushing peaches, quartered and perfect. "For now, I need passage across the lake."

"Mmmmmm!" Bulgarmet wipes his mouth on the sleeve of the nearest girl. "Of course you do, my dear. Of course. Shall we discuss the price of journey across the lake."

He grunts and one of his wriggling cock spurts inside a harem girl. She whines with pleasure beneath her veil and grinds down onto the gluttonous daemon's cock. He turns to another girl and drinks wine from a pitcher that overflows his mouth and flows down into the folds of his fat breasts.

"What terms do you offer?" you ask, your disgust growing.

Bulgarmet lets out a fetid belch that you can smell from across the room, easily overpowering the savory and sweet aromas of the food.

"Hmmmmm, yes, Sabine. Pretty, sweet, so innocent... or so you believe." He grunts and wriggles and manages, with the help of four harem girls, to push his grotesque body into a sitting position. His bulk spreads behind him on the huge, sweat-stained mat like the foot of a mollusk. "I know you, girl. You are a wanton slut. Now, now, now, I see the anger in your face. Do not be offended. Please."

He pauses to gulp another pitcher from one of his harem girls, this time of what seems to be pink-tinted milk. You don't want to know what it is.

"It is a day at good speed to cross the lake to the docks of Shantai. You can have your fun in the mountains or follow Ashomet's road to the Moaning City. In return for passage, I ask a fair price." His lip quivers, his eyes bulge. "Suck and swallow my seed. Right now."

He looks down at his body and a cock wriggles out of him, as disgustingly plump and misshapen as the rest of him, like some sort of sausage that has burst from its casing in a boiling pot. He licks his lips loudly and runs his hands up over his disgusting rolls of flab to caress his breasts and thick nipples.

"Come, Sabine. It's not so bad to drink my cream. These girls love it. Don't you, my pretty ones?"

"Yes, Bulgarmet," they chorus in perfect, sweet unison.

"You see? Ha ha ha! Now, my dear Sabine, why not get it out of the way? Then you can enjoy your voyage."

His cock twitches and a pearly drop of liquid forms at its tip. He stares at you, eyes bulging, and awaits your answer. Or perhaps he would accept some sort of counter offer, but what?