Meeting Dohar

Hoping that Raya’s plan would work, and experiencing mild surprise over the fact that the bandits hadn’t begun to gangbang her, Raya and Aysha as soon as they stripped out of their clothes, Riolta did her best to look sullen and angry as she was led inside along with her two friends, with her efforts apparently being successful enough that the bandit tasked with guarding her during the short walk had settled for merely holding one of her wrists, whereas the bandit attending to Raya found himself having her rub her naked body against his side in a most shameless fashion, giving any uninformed watchers the impression that they weren’t so much prisoner and guard as they were lovers impatient for some much-needed privacy.

“You have very disciplined guards,” Raya informed Nashan as the man against whom she’d been grinding her heavy tits and wide hips had yet to do so much as cop the lightest of feel, keeping one of his hands planted against her back and somehow resisting the temptation of letting it slip down towards her delectable ass, although her behaviour had resulted in his cheeks becoming vividly red and the rest of his face taking on the pale white of a recently washed sheet. In Riolta’s estimate, the airy corridor through which the party had been moving would only have needed to be a little bit longer for the guard fortunate enough to get Raya as his responsibility to experience a sticky trouser-accident.

Ignoring Raya’s compliment on his subordinates, Nashan stepped up in front of the small group where they’d stopped in front of a pair of sturdy-looking doors and pulled one of them open, retaining his appearance of being a haughty, arrogant bastard right up until the moment when he slipped out of Riolta’s sight. The music which had been coming from inside stopped as Nashan entered the room that laid on the other side of those doors.

While the muted sounds of a conversation taking place beyond the heavy doors flowed out into the corridor, Riolta made sure to throw a quick glance at each of her two compatriots to make sure that they were still standing up to the pressure of their current predicament, finding first that Aysha looked cool and confident where she stood next to the heavy-set man who had been escorting her and then receiving a sultry glance from Raya, who very much looked like she was about to throw herself at the man whose fingers were tapping nervously against the small of her back.

“Move your hand a little lower, and I might enjoy that,” Raya suggested to the hapless bandit, with the way in which she immediately followed up on her words by forming her lips into a deliciously seductive smile being that last thing needed to make him jerk his shoulders forward and let out a half-strangled groan as the slutty sorceress made him cum in his pants.

“Oops,” Raya turned her eyes towards Riolta and maintained her dirty smile all the way up until her right hand came up in front of her lips as she struck a pose of standing with her knees slightly bent so that her huge tits were thrust out towards the front and her glorious ass was pushed out towards the back, holding her hand in front of her mouth as she pretended as though her effect upon the guard had been an unintended one.

Unsurprisingly, the bandit’s comrades were quick to begin mocking him about his reaction to Raya’s behaviour, though their ribbing was no doubt primarily due to envy rather than anything, but Riolta noticed that they stopped doing so when the door was pushed back open again and Nashan reappeared from behind it, making her suspect that they were united enough not to want one of their own to become the target of his virulence.

Nashan’s “Nothing’s happened?” was met by a collective wall of silence from the guards and bandits, who were really only distinguishable due to the former wearing uniforms, with a smattering of nods from a few of them, and Riolta saw no reason not to smirk at him, taking great satisfaction from how he contorted his face into an angered grin upon spotting how she was looking at him.

Escorted by Nashan, the two guards and six bandits, the naked threesome were led into what turned out to be a large, opened room with an opening out towards the atrium on the left side and several arced, open doorways on the right.

Most of the room was wholly unfurnished, though the few pieces of solid wall in it were almost uniformly decorated with brash paintings or decorations, though only a handful of them were done with the artistic skill and keen eye for lubricity that Riolta valued, but there was a handful of chairs positioned at the far end of it, with one of the chairs being substantially larger and more ornamented than the others.

Seated on that chair was a man who looked to be no older than twenty years of age and who was much paler than Riolta had been expecting him to be, with the smaller seat right next to him on his left was occupied by a blonde woman with the same tanned complexion as she and who looked to be about the same age as the man next to her. Busty, toned and beautiful, the woman looked absolutely stunning where she sat clad in a flimsy, sheer baby-blue top, though the fact that she sat with her legs crossed and one of her stiletto-heeled transparent sandals dangling nonchalantly off her foot prevented Riolta from determining if she was wearing panties that matched her top, and the archeress thought it likely that the woman was either Dohar’s sister, wife or mistress, though she knew enough of the nobility to not hold any illusions that the first would always exclude either of the latter two options.

Apart from those two, the room was also occupied by four guards around the reasonably modest throne, two guards standing in front of one doorway each by the right wall and two more on the opposite side, bringing the total number of guards present at the mansion up to at least a dozen, making it two dozen hostiles in total, a small group of musicians equipped with an assortment of drums, lutes and flutes, and a positively gorgeous woman who was naked save for her black stripper sandals and the gold-chain slung round her fit stomach, the gold glistening against the black of the tattoo that swirled its way up from her left thigh up over her stomach to disappear behind the right side of her ribcage, with the nude woman’s skin being darker than anyone else’s in the room and her hair roughly matching Riolta’s in both colour and lustre.

“So, these are the women?” The man on the throne asked as Riolta struggled to come to terms with his youth, having expected a much older and more experienced man to be her adversary.

“Yes, we are the women,” Raya replied before Nashan had had the opportunity to say anything, taking a step forwards that belied the fact that she was currently naked and unarmed in the same room as a dozen people who would most likely want her dead if they knew the reasons why she’d come there, “I am Raya, a simple herbalist from Zoracia, and these two are Aysha, my guide, and Riolta, my trusted bodyguard and companion.”

“Companion?” The young man instantly asked, and even with Raya standing with her back to her, Riolta knew that her friend had pulled back her lips to display another one of those seductive smiles which she always managed to present as being completely spontaneous.