By and large

It was quite a journey, but it passed mainly without incident. Damon reflected on how pleasurable the mode of transport was; instead of riding on the road, he was instead being ridden. Galiana’s asshole gripped tightly onto his meaty length all the way, the hardbodied priestess grinding the perfect cheeks of her ass up and down on the warrior, mile upon mile upon mile. Her endurance was spectacular, and was complemented by her concomitant capacity for inexhaustibly filthy dirty talk, which she whispered continually in his ear as they drove, but only in the moments that she wasn’t crying out with the pleasure of her multitudinous anal orgasms, which she confessed that she had.

Occasionally they passed travellers on the other side of the road, from small merchant caravans with mounted guardsmen whose eyes boggled out at the scene in front of them, to travellers who did their best - or at least tried to appear so – to avoid the spectacular view of the huge cock grinding in and out of the anal priestess on the front seat of the wagon. The sounds going on in the canvas covered interior of the caravan, which weren’t reduced to moans and groans but also comprised shrieks, slaps, slurps and spurts, continued for most of the journey, but Damon and Galiana found themselves too preoccupied to look in. Damon’s balls were still tingling from the effects of the lotion, and by now Galiana’s asshole was flooded with cum, the tight muscles of her sphincter squelching against the sticky load that had been pumped up her rectum. The pints of cum that had been pumped into her asshole were being whipped into frothy goo by the continuing thrusts of the angry cock, so that the jizz that did seep from her ass was unusually bubbly and viscous.

At length, after travelling for some hours, they arrived safely on the outskirts of Argyle, and, in the evening twilight, found themselves gazing on the fortified wall that surrounded the river town. To reach the local temple of Girvyn, they would have to cross the river, and only here, at Argyle, was there a bridge that spanned the fast-flowing waters of the Quarl.

‘It would be best to stop here for the night,’ suggested Damon.

‘Agreed,’ said Galiana.

They entered a wide street where black iron lanterns swung above the doors of shops and houses, their oily black smoke staining the walls and adding a pall of gloom to the darkening sky. At this time of night there weren’t many people around to see the gorgeous blonde priestess get assfucked as she manoeuvred the wagon down the cobbled avenue. The street descended towards the River Quarl, where flatboats lay moored at the merchant wharf.

As they approached a wide stone bridge, they saw an impressive-looking hostelry, with stables and outhouses. A painted shield hung above the courtyard gate displaying its name: ‘The Barrel Bridge Tavern.’

Guiding the wagon through the courtyard, a stablehand appeared from nowhere and was about to bid welcome to the travellers. What he saw, however, was the huge titted, naked blonde, slowly easing herself off the massive twelve inch log of the hulking fighter, her asshole stretching elastically to allow the angry, purple, fist sized head to emerge from the puckered hole. Laughing, looking down behind her, Galiana began to flex her rectal muscles, contracting and relaxing her asshole so that a thick line of whipped up cum began to ooze from her asshole and dangle behind her like a tail.

Transfixed until Damon instructed him to take charge of the horses, the stablehand suddenly jerked into action, not able to believe his luck, the sight seared into his retina. At this point, Galiana stuck her head back inside the caravan.

‘Girvyn’s shaft, what happened here?’ she exclaimed.