Gets special treatment from Zalah - the whores pay the price

Zalah, having the appearance of a melted ice-cream cone, began by kneeling down in front of Galashiels. Smiling up at him, the cumglazed warrioress did much to assuage the anxieties of the rampant demi-minotaur, who was no doubt more than a little perturbed at having woken up chained to a wall in front of five hundred paying spectators, for reasons unknown to him.

To put him at his ease, Zalah slowly allowed her smile to widen, until her expression changed from sweet sincerity to one of uninhibited wanton carnality. Only then did she disgorge a wrist-thick slew of gooey juice over her lower lip, spewing the sticky residue over her chin, where most of it slithered onto her tits and only the most stubborn tendrils remained dangling over her jawline.

Putting a finger to each nostril, and expelling the residue within, Zalah also cleared her nasal passages, each nostril emitting a sticky bullet of cum that spattered onto the flagstones at Galashiels’ feet.

‘Your fucking cum went up my nose,’ she explained.

The crowd loved that.

Pushing her ripe lips together and narrowing her eyes, in an expression that was unable to hide her astounded adulation at the feats Galashiel’s cock was capable of, Zalah reached out and gasped the dick in her right hand. One again enveloping the head in her mouth, sucking the remaining cum from the still-spasming tube, Zalah drew off the cockend and pulled her face away with inexorable slowness, so that a dozen ropy strands of heavy cum connected her face to the vein-corded underside of the shaft from her forehead to her chin.

The four other harlots drew around, also getting to their knees. Viveka pushed one side of Zalah’s huge tits inwards and Odila did likewise from the other side, with Yira grasping the slimy head of Galashiels’ member and pushing it deep into the slippery, compressed cleavage.

With the shaft of the cock neatly and securely pinioned within the folds of Zalah’s cumslick mounds, the five girls were free to contemplate the flared head of Galashiels’ cockend spearing up out of the moist, succulent globes of the blonde warrioress like an oversized mushroom exploding from incredibly fertile ground.

Smooching their lips and tongues together, the four whores attacked the sensitive head. Beginning at first with tender, loving licks and being sure to allow strands of drool to drip from each successive lap, the girls slowly got more aggressive, leaning in and trying to lock their lips over the titanic bell-end. Yira once managed to insert her agile tongue into the cratorous pisshole and fucked the tip for a while before Odila counteracted her by sucking Yira’s tongue off the cumslit with her lips and claimed the head to suck on.

As Galashiels’ shaft began to harden and thicken even more, Zalah’s tits started to become stretched apart, and she pulled her massive jugs aside slightly to allow the shaft more space to expand in her capacious cleavage. For a while, Zalah held her head back and watched in fascination and pride as the four sluts fed greedily on the engorged head, which, she suddenly detected, was beginning to spasm.

Aware that another prodigious load was on its way, Zalah decided to use one her special tricks. Grasping the shaft in both hands, she shooed the girls away in case Galashiels exploded prematurely.

‘The four of you, get on your knees in a line just there,’ Zalah commanded, indicating a spot opposite Galashiels, about three to four feet away.

Obligingly, the four sluts reassembled in a line, Viveka and Maxime on their haunches, Odila and Yira on their knees. Their arms were linked together behind their arched backs, supporting each other, and their tits were pushed out as far as they would go.

Keeping her legs perfectly straight, Zalah bent over in front of Galashiels, which made her gorgeous ass stick high up into the air. The firm, golden domes giving the warrior an inviting view of her succulent pussy. But it was not her pussy that Zalah wanted him to admire.

Her torso horizontal to the ground, firm, juicy tits dangling to the floor Zalah looked at Galashiels over her shoulder, doing her best to contrive an innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt-expression.

‘Put your balls in my ass, stud,’ she said.

At that injunction, the crowd actually hushed.

The first thing that happened was that Galashiels laid the trunk of his heavy cock along the length of Zalah’s back. It felt like the warm, moist and stiffness of a mossy treetrunk on her flesh. In fact, the sheer mass almost made her knees buckle. With his cock laid in the slender groove on the middle of her back, the head was only an inch or so from Zalah’s face, looking back over her shoulder.

With Zalah dilating her asshole as best she could, the crowd watched as Galashiels placed one of his outsize testes against her tight passage. Slowly, with infinite care but definite ****, Galashiels pushed the heavy orb downward against the puckered hole. Looking for the entire world as if it would never fit, Zalah’s experienced rectum suddenly gripped onto the slippery gland and swallowed about a third of it into her ass. Then, pushing down, Galashiels succeeded in inserting the massive, grapefruit sized nut into the warrioress’ sweet ass. Grunting at her ass clutched at his meaty ball, Galashiels grimaced and shoved his second bollock into the busty slut’s asshole, her asshole distending obscenely as he pushed it snugly all the way in.

Attached to her by his leathery scrotal sac, Galashiels placed the pendulous cockend on the top of Zalah’s head and put his arms by his sides, clenching and unclenching his hands.

‘I’m going to squeeze out your cum, honey,’ Zalah told him, and began to flex the muscles of her ass.

Galashiels erupted, and blasted the four whores in front of him with a volley of cum so ferocious and fast that it caused a number of curious effects.

First, the hard, wet ‘SPLAT’ of sperm upon flesh was so loud in the walls of the courtyard, especially considering the hushed atmosphere, that the sound actually echoed, ringing around the open space.

Second, the expulsion of jizz was not in a concentrated line, but a wide, diffuse shot that simultaneously painted the four whores from face to thighs. It would have been difficult to point to any part of them that had survived the onslaught unscathed. One second they were merely kneeling on the ground with their jaws wide open and their tongues outstretched, the next they were wearing a thick film of pearly cum.

Third, the patches of ground to either side of the girls, and between where their bodies were suffered the same fate as they did. The result of this was that each of the sluts left a shadow of dry ground behind where they were kneeling, making it possible to tell were each of them had been.

For a while, no-one move in the courtyard. Not the conjoined Galashiels or Zalah, not the frosted whores, and not a member of the open-mouthed audience, each of whom watched with amazement at the huge titted, cumdrenched statues.