Meeting Lady Grifoen

“You’ll have to make it up to that poor girl later,” Zoelle purred before flashing Aram a radiant smile as they continued down yet another stretch of wide, airy corridor.

“I think I know how exactly you expect me to do that,” Aram replied, his cock twitching a little at the realization that his life had now evolved into consisting of him going from one gorgeous woman to the next.

While looking up at Aram as he spoke while walking alongside her, Gia caught a glimpse of his monstrously thick cock being shaken by the tremor that coursed through it, and with a horny gasp she reached out to touch it, prompting him to release an equally horny groan as she ran her slender fingers down over the length of his member.

Having walked a single pace or so ahead of Aram and Gia, Zoelle suddenly became aware of them both simultaneously stopping dead in their tracks, and by the time that she’d turned towards them, they had already embraced each other and leaned into a passionate kiss.

Giggling at the muffled moan that Gia released into Aram’s mouth as soon as his big, strong hands had come down to cup her asscheeks through the flimsy fabric of her blue dress, Zoelle could feel her own pussy juicing as Aram proceeded to fondle Gia’s ass while she in turn raised her right foot and used it to caress the outside of the left one of Aram’s muscular calves.

“Come on, you two,” Zoelle began, while Gia threaded her fingers through Aram’s hair and his cock continued to throb against practically her whole midsection, the difference in height between them, which had only been partly rectified by the stiletto heels that she had on, meaning that the crown of his cock appeared above the neckline of her skimpy dress, particularly so as the bulk and weight of Aram’s fuckstick had caused the latter to come plunging downwards about an inch or so, “we’re almost at the conservatory.”

Gradually, Aram and Gia disentangled themselves from each other’s embrace, beginning to do so by slowing their previously frenzied kissing, then ending it all together before both turning to look at Zoelle, who was standing a few feet away from them, a right hand on her hip and an amused smile on her face.

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have lent you that dress,” Zoelle said to Gia as she and Aram lined themselves up side by side in front of her, her right eyebrow rising up and her smile turning decidedly more slutty as she took in how Gia’s dress had slipped down to reveal her hard nipples and how the front of it was soaked with the precum that had come pouring out of Aram’s pisshole during their embrace, with the same substance also clinging to the inside of her tits and disappearing down into her cleavage.

A cheeky “Want me to take it off?” was Gia’s instantaneous response to Zoelle’s remark, delivered even as she was tugging the top of the dress back up to cover her nipples again, though they remain easily detectable through the thin fabric.

Having left her soaked thong behind in Aram and Gia’s suite, Zoelle cooed approvingly at Gia’s mischievous reply and brought her right hand into contact with her glistening honeypot, digging her teeth into her bottom lip and shuddering excitedly as she ran her fingers up over her pink, bald pussy.

Aram groaned, and then Zoelle let out an ecstatic shriek and a thick plume of girlcum as the latest release of prejizz from him ended up plastered onto her naked boobs, the two massive globes of delectable titmeat having been liberally doused with a mixture of his jizz and precum already so that a plethora of thick dollops of the thick blend of his juices rained off of them as they jiggled softly in the wake of his high-powered blast, raining down onto the carpet beneath her feet to mix in with the girlcum that she’d already showered it with.

“No, I think it’s best if you leave it on,” Zoelle finally replied to Gia’s question, “unless we want to have another threesome right here in the corridor…”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Aram cheerfully volunteered, while still aiming his monstercock squarely at Zoelle’s huge boobs.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Zoelle sultrily shot back, before turning on her heels and being just about to start sauntering away from him and Gia when another release of precum from him impacted against her heart-shaped ass to draw a delighted, if surprised, shriek from her.

With Zoelle rubbing her ass to spread the precum all over her peachy buttocks, the three of them set back off down the corridor, not having to walk for very far before she stopped in front of a set of doors and turned towards Aram and Gia yet again.

“Now, are the two of you ready to meet Lady Grifoen?” Zoelle asked, having placed both hands on the doors in front of her, her question coming as she smiled back at Aram and Gia over her shoulder.

“Hmm, maybe we should have Aram cum first, to save him from any embarrassment…” Zoelle mused for a moment, her gaze immediately going to Aram’s muscular cock and his beefy balls, but not giving either him or Gia any chance to respond before she had begun pushing the doors open in front of her, revealing the conservatory as it laid beyond them.

Taking a quick look at his new surroundings upon entering the conservatory, Aram noted that it was filled with all manner of exotic and lush plant life, with the emerald green and the multitude of variously coloured flowers almost sparkling against the backdrop of the ecru stone walls and matching pillars that were nearly obscured behind all that vegetation. As for the centre of the conservatory, it was open and centred on a tiled patio with a metal table and two longue chairs placed upon it. Thanks to the lack of a roof above it, the conservatory was bathing in sunlight.

More interesting to Aram than the room itself were the two guards that were lined up by one pillar each on the far side of it. The guards reminded him of the female guard positioned at the entrance, as both of them were tall and busty. But apart from wearing the same sort of noseguard-equipped helmet as the guard from the entrance, the pair of curvaceous, toned-bodied women were both clad in entirely different, much less concealing outfits. There was nothing in place to obscure the two matching sets of huge, bulging perfectly tits sticking out far in front of each woman, nor was there anything over the finely etched musculature of their midriffs. Black, thigh-high hooker boots fitted with silver details were matched by bracers in the same colours, and rounding off their outfits were thin, semi-sheer loincloths that hung down between their long legs, coloured silver but with black borders.

One of the guards was black, the other a blonde, though her richly tanned skin meant that her colleague’s caramel skin wasn’t much darker than hers, and both of them seemed to straighten out their backs even further and push their generously proportioned chests out as soon as they laid eyes upon Aram and Gia, though they both held onto the spears that they were wielding.

But even more catching than the two guards was the woman currently reclining in one of the longue, who straightened up to sit in it as Aram and Gia alike were captivated by her appearance. Equipped with a pair of breasts that could rival Gia’s in their firmness and their size, the woman also had a face that was almost agonizingly beautiful, and which was framed by her lustrous white hair, though a few tresses of midnight black were in there amongst them. The bronzed skin of her curvaceous body was coated with liberal amounts of oil that had it glistening in the sunlight, and apart from some jewellery, she was completely naked, a pair of silver stripper heels lined up neatly next to her luxurious longue chair.

Having taken in how the silver necklace that the white-haired woman had on was disappearing down into the depths of her narrow cleavage, thus serving to shift the attention towards her ginormous, perfectly shaped knockers (though he didn’t think it all that necessary), Aram suddenly became aware of how the woman, having placed the book that she was previously reading down onto the table beside her, was now sending him a look that strongly suggested that she was about to rocket out of her seat and come charging towards him.

“Lady Grifoen, these are the guests that Leona informed you about,” Zoelle began, while the woman on the lounge chair seamlessly slid forwards across it until she was sitting perched up on its edge, one leg on either side of it and her hands placed in front of her pussy in such a way that her arms were pushing her huge boobs a little closer together, “Aram, Gia… this is Lady Isabelle Grifoen.”

“Right,” Aram nodded, awestruck by the fact that the superlatively sexy babe sitting in front of him, now just ten or so feet away from the business end of his schlong, was his prospective boss.

“Hello,” Gia added, feeling her pussy starting to juice more voluminously at the sultry glance that Lady Grifoen sent her way.

“A pleasure to meet you both,” Lady Grifoen purred out in response, before proceeding to shift her gaze towards Zoelle, “And thank you Zoelle.”

“My pleasure,” Zoelle answered, cheekily, while pressing her cum-blasted chest out a little further in front of her, the back of her hands resting against her heart-shaped ass.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I think it’s best if you leave us,” Lady Grifoen continued the conversation with Zoelle.

“I’d be more than willing to stay.”

“I know you would,” Lady Grifoen bared her teeth in a happy smile as she surveyed the specks of white that were forming on the tiled floor around Zoelle as fat dollops of cum slipped off her voluptuous frame, “but keep in mind that your workday isn’t quite over yet.”

“I know, Isabelle, I know…” Zoelle replied, pouting her lips for a brief moment before suddenly reaching out and grabbing hold of Aram’s cock, heaving it upwards to ensure that the thick gusher of precum that exploded out of it a second or two later would sail past Isabelle’s head and smack against the pillar between the two guards, both of which turned to look at it.

“And with that I think I know why you ended up looking like that,” Lady Grifoen went on, having first glanced towards the pillar that Aram had just bombarded, then looked back at Zoelle, who was casually jerking Aram off, albeit slowly.

“As if you didn’t know that the moment you laid eyes on this magnificent stud,” Zoelle shot back, smiling at Aram, who responded to her compliment by sending another jet of prejizz rushing out through his cumslit, this one ending smacking down between the feet of the more dark-skinned of the two guards.

“True… So, are you going to let go of that gorgeous slab of fuckmeat anytime soon?” Lady Grifoen asked, while Gia felt a burning desire to rip the navy blue dress off her as her pink pussy continued to gush out her excitement while she followed the back-and-forth conversation between the two women.

“Alright, Isabelle, I’m going,” Zoelle nodded, still smiling, before turning her head towards Gia and Aram, “and I’ll see more of you two later…”

“Zoelle, before you head out on the town,” Lady Grifoen let out just as Zoelle relinquished her hold of Aram’s thick cock and began sauntering away from him, “Make sure to find a couple of the girls and have them clean you up first.”

“Don’t worry, Isabelle, I will,” Zoelle replied, blowing her mistress a kiss and sending her a slutty wink before sashaying her way back out through the doors, closing them behind her as she left Aram and Gia alone with Lady Grifoen and the two silent, motionless guards.

“As for you two,” Isabelle shifted her attention back towards Aram and Gia, “the offer that I have for you is that I’ll supply you with a smithy and sponsor your further training as smiths, including learning some fairly exotic and rare techniques. In return for all this, you’ll spend the next ten years working for me, though you’ll get paid of course, after which we’ll discuss whether or not you wish to stay in my employ, or strike out on your own. Does that sound like a reasonable request?”
Aram and Gia exchanged a quick glance, gave each other a quick nod, and then said “Yes” practically as one.

“Excellent!” Lady Grifoen shot up onto her feet, “We can discuss the details of the deal later, but now…”

Letting her voice fade away, Lady Grifoen formed her lips into a slutty grin as she advanced towards Aram and Gia.