Poppy gets a ride out of town

About one hour later,

The bathhouse was a respectably large building located by what passed for Spirra’s main square, located a few houses into town from the inn and the main road. Standing leaned against the side of the priestesses’ large, covered wagon, Dareios was now waiting impatiently for them and Riolta to emerge from the bathhouse.

It had been Galiana who had insisted that they didn’t all bathe together once they’d left Poppy to continue to fend for herself whilst being gang-banged by a dozen riled-up studs, the senior priestess remarking that they really ought to get going north soon if they were to reach their destination before sundown.

Of course, that didn’t stop the trio of busty sluts from taking a lot longer to clean up than Dareios had needed. Even if they’d been fairly drenched with his cum, Dareios had no illusions about that having less to do with them taking so long than them licking each other’s pussies, tonguing each other’s asses and feeling each other up with wanton lesbian fuck-lust. He guessed that Galiana had attempted to protest for a grand total of oh, perhaps two seconds before giving in and wriggling her tongue into some tight, wet fuckhole.

Dareios had ventured to make the most of this, the first time in the last twenty-four hours when he hadn’t been surrounded by supremely sexy, fanatically libidinous babes all creaming themselves for another taste of his cock. He’d taken a good look at Galiana and Faye’s wagon, peeking through the back to see once again how its cargo bed was dominated by three wide, enclosed chests that spanned its entire length from front to back and firmly secured to the floor, with the two outside ones in particular resembling benches. There was also no gear left lying about in the open, since they’d stowed away almost all of Riolta’s and his belongings inside the chests. His sword, though, was strapped to his back, while Riolta’s bow and her arrows very carefully placed in one corner of the wagon.

As for his appearance, Dareios had followed up on his thorough cleaning up and equally meticulous towelling off afterwards by applying a bit of oil to his skin and massaging it into pretty much all of his muscles except for one. Riolta would undoubtedly volunteer to take care of that one first chance she got.

He’d also tried his hand at modesty – since he figured that the villagers were stumped and shocked enough by their entrance into Spirra without him hanging around the centre of town and waving his dick at any passers-by – by dressing himself in his akrodes. The akrodes was the traditional piece of armour worn by the templars of Teitum upon going into battle, along with a metal helmet and simple sandals. It was a roughly triangular piece of hardened leather large enough to handle his dick when it wasn’t fully erect, padded on the inside with a thick layer of cotton and finally lined with the softest silk that the priestesses of Klyra could spin. Meant to keep any templar of Teitum from ever having to find out what was stronger out of his dick and a sword, the akrodes was secured round Dareios’ waist by metal buckles.

But while it did provide Dareios with something vaguely reminiscent of modesty, the akrodes did precious fuck-all to conceal from the world the sheer size of his cock, and the sight of his massive package had already caused three separate young ladies of Spirra to nearly stumble down the well at the centre of the square due to wide-eyed distraction.

“Fuck...” A soft, tired whimper made Dareios turn his head, and he smiled at the sight of Poppy very slowly and carefully making her way onto the square, with one hand running against the side of the nearest building for support. The only things remaining of the boobed, foxy pink-haired teen’s latest outfit was her stiletto-heeled, platform-soled stripper sandals, her leg-warmers and the fishnet stockings, with the latter’s wide net having been torn in more places than one.

Fresh from her first ever blowbang, Poppy looked like every man in not just this village, but the nearest six placed along the road as well, had all lined up and pumped their loads all over her, as if the entire county had gathered to see her off with one massive cumshot. Dense, glossy jizz was built up in layers across every inch of her tanned, smooth skin, forming a patchwork of wide lanes rather than ropes while a multitude of cum-ropes, weighed down by their own mass hung from her jaw, tits, arms, booty and crotch. At least one rope of cum seemed to snap and fall off with every unsteady step that she took, only to immediately be replaced by another. So much spunk had been blasted onto Poppy’s face that her eyelids appeared in danger of becoming glued shut every time she blinked.

But obviously exhausted though the cum-drenched young slut might have been, something happened a moment after she’d appeared in Dareios’ view. What happened was that the moment she spotted him with her wearied eyes, she underwent a transformation. The slouching of her back disappeared, her head lifted itself up to look straight at him, her tits were thrust out further and her steps grew longer and more purposeful. As if that wasn’t enough, those eyes of hers began to sparkle with life again, then with lust as she zeroed in with them on the piece of leather covering his cock.

“Wanna fuck my ass again?” Poppy asked, her pink tongue darting out to whip some cum off the top one of her plump cocksucker lips.

“Always,” Blood rushing to his cock as it began to throb and soak through the silk lining with precum, Dareios reached for the buckles on his hips. This would certainly be a lot more fun than standing around doing nothing.

“Gods, you’re just a total whore for anal, aren’t you?” The sound of a familiar voice made Dareios’ snap his head straight ahead, towards the front of the bathhouse. Emerging from inside it was Riolta, and she looked even more spectacular than he remembered her.

Freshly bathed and ready for a new day, Riolta had donned an outfit that paradoxically enough both revealed and concealed more than the super-skimpy one she’d been wearing upon her and Dareios’ first meeting, although like that it was uniformly black in colour. Fingerless gloves disappeared off inside the sleeves of a jacket that appeared to have had its hem designed to follow the bottom of her ribcage, leaving her midriff exposed if not for the corset covering it instead. Since the corset was cupless and the jacket very purposefully bereft of any buttons or laces that could be used to close it, absolutely nothing was keeping Riolta’s ginormous, spherical jugs from sticking out forwards in all their naked glory. And since she was wearing nothing below the corset save for the same six-inch stripper heels as yesterday, Riolta’s bald, glistening pussy was every bit as exposed as her tits.

Pushing out a horny groan, Dareios slammed the palms of his hands against the twin buckles, causing them to fly open and the akrodes to be dislodged by the rapid and violent swell of his cock. In fact, it was so violent as to function like the arm of a catapult and send the akrodes flying through the air. Launched forwards and upwards by the rising of Dareios’ eighteen-inch monster of a cock, the triangular piece of leather surged towards Riolta and would have flown past her completely if not for her showing off her lightning reflexes by snatching it out of the air above her head.

“Fucking whore,” Dareios growled, with a warm smile.

“Big-dicked stud,” Returning the affection, Riolta threw a quick glance at the piece of clothing now in her right hand, “What the fuck is this?”

“Figured I’d try my hand at modesty,” Dareios explained, while Poppy moaned with lust and started finger-fucking herself whilst watching his and Riolta’s greeting each other play out.

“Don’t,” Tossing the akrodes into the air and then catching it mid-pace and without looking anywhere but straight at the muscular shape of Dareios’ cock, Riolta started to advance towards him, “Don’t fucking ever do that.”

“It’s traditional,” The corners of his mouth rising as his smile got bigger, Dareios wrapped a hand round the base of his fuckpiece and kept it there.

“You fucking my ass to say hello is the only tradition I care about,” Riolta replied, and kept moving.

“Gods, you two are gonna fuck right here, aren’t you?” Poppy whimpered, juices streaming all over her fingers as she plunged them over and over into her steaming little cunt, “I’m starting to think you two are a bad influence!”

“First thing you should learn, slut,” Riolta’s voice became a purr as Dareios started moving his hand back and forth along the shaft of his pussy-pleaser, “Is never say no to a monstercock.”

“Yeah, jerk that beautiful cock for me,” Eyeing up Dareios’ cock as it throbbed and bucked against his grasp while pumping out precum, Riolta licked her lips.

“Even right in the middle of town?” It wasn’t because she was surprised by Riolta’s wanton whorishness that Poppy asked that question, but because she wanted to hear the filth that the buxom, hard-bodied archeress would come up with in reply.

“Why the fuck not?” All that was left for Riolta to get the hard anal reaming she craved was to cover another couple of paces and spin round, “Anyone who takes one look at you will know you’re a nympho whore, anyway.”

Growling and without flexing the muscles of his right arm, Dareios heaved his cock upwards, with Riolta thrusting her chest out even further than normal to meet the oncoming blast of precum. In the immediate aftermath of thick liquid hitting smooth skin and firm titflesh, her toffee-tanned knockers were glazed with translucent prejizz, but barely a drop had stained her jacket.

“You just gonna stand there?” Casually tossing the akrodes into the back of the wagon, Riolta was using two digits of her left hand to splay her pussy lips apart and her clear juices dripping from between them. At the same time, she’d locked eyes with Dareios and flashed him a smile that was every bit as bold and challenging as her words.

“What do you think, Poppy?” Standing his ground and still pumping his fist over his cock, Dareios became a picture of calm.

“Do it,” Nowhere near a picture of calm, Poppy was making more fat dollops of spunk fall from her tits thanks to her rushed, heavy breathing and no amount of it could have obscured the lustful grimace that her face had twisted itself into, “Break that whore’s asshole wide-open!”

Like a shot, Dareios stepped into action, moving with a speed that belied his massive frame as he covered the last stretch of ground separating Riolta and him, then grabbing hold of her waist and twisting her round to face the same way as he, with his cock resting on top of the wide shelf provided by her booty and precum pouring from his cockend to soak the back of her jacket from between her shoulder blades and outwards.

“Yeah, fucking hammer my ass to pieces, stud,” Looking at Dareios over her shoulder, Riolta did what her most basic and primeval instincts told her to by leaning forwards and using her hands to spread her cheeks.

“Shit,” Fingers circling and rubbing her swollen clit, Poppy appeared to have undergone a full recovery from her state of exhaustion as she followed how Dareios stepped back and levelled the crown of his awesome cum-cannon at Riolta’s bubble butt, “And she called me a whore for anal...”

“YES!!!” Though not a templar or a priestess, as always there was something religious about Riolta’s immediate reaction to having her ass impaled on Dareios’ dong, as evidenced not just by her raptured scream, but by the way in which her eyes closed and a brief surge of juices gushed out of her cunt.

“Wow!” Poppy was beaming with excitement, “You’re gonna make her squirt hard and the head’s not even all the way in yet!”

With a grunt, Dareios slammed himself forwards, burying not just the business-end of his schlong in Riolta’s ass, but the first six inches of his vein-ridged, brawny shaft as well.

“FUCK!!!!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, Riolta went off like a volcano, but still found the wherewithal to shove her ass onto Dareios’ incoming fuckpiece, greedily impaling her tightest hole on it even further and milking him of several bursts of precum that were plastered across the walls of her anal passage.

“Honestly, I could swear by the cum-bloated balls of Girvyn that Riolta’s even louder than you are when assfucked, Faye,” Galiana said as she too emerged onto the square from the bathhouse, a couple of paces ahead of her protégé, “Hi, Poppy.”

Back to stabbing three of the digits of her right hand in and out of her overflowing slit, Poppy raised her left one and waived.

As ever attired in her silver choker announcing her to the world as a CUMSLUT, Galiana had dressed herself in a pink, strapless dress cut so low at the top and so high at the bottom that it would have been absolutely scandalous even if not made out of a fine mesh that shaped itself after all the curves placed between just above her pussy and right at level with her glass-cutter nipples. Much like the choker and the stiletto sandals with gold straps and stiletto heels and silver platform soles, the dress didn’t exactly give Galiana the air of a solemn religious figure given to silent contemplation.

“The size of the cock decides the size of the screams,” Faye replied, “That’s been my experience.”

With the silver choker reading ANAL QUEEN secured round her slender neck, Faye had gone with a pair of thigh-high, suitably high-heeled red leather boots that were wide-brimmed at the top and a black thong that wasn’t wide in any way, shape or form. In fact, the only way an observer could tell its colour was by glancing at the spaghetti-straps rising up sharply to disappear round her hips, since the front had already been lost between the swollen lips of her enticingly pink pussy.

“In that case,” Galiana concluded, “She ought to be screaming louder.”

“Yeah,” Unlike her mentor, Faye kept her gaze on Dareios’ cock after first placing it there, letting her head loll left and right as she followed how he see-sawed in and out of Riolta’s stretched ringpiece to hammer it further into her anal passage. And meanwhile, Riolta was bouncing about thrusting her ass around in rhythm with his thrusts, all in order to keep the inches coming faster and faster while the releases of precum grew bigger and bigger, “A lot louder.”

“And there’s Poppy, fresh from her birthday blowbang and looking it,” Galiana’s attention had shifted to the teen that had by now started pushing her hips onto her fingers rather than move her wrist at all, “Which reminds of a question...”

“What?” Throwing a quick sideways glance at Poppy, Faye quickly resumed eyeing up Dareios’ reaming of the wildly screaming and squirting Riolta.

“Do you think the arbiters of the completely arbitrary ruling of the strict age of eighteen before any sexual activity is engaged in would be minded to revisit their ruling if they were aware of the proportion of eighteen year-old birthdays were celebrated by a dozen-man blowbang while the girl wear her school uniform?”

“I’d think they’d make it compulsory for sluts,” Faye replied, after a moment’s thought, “And make sure to be there to watch it.”

“Think Girvyn was there watching that hot little sizequeen whore being made the plaything of a dozen big-dicked studs?” Galiana managed to remain contained for just a moment longer, then moaned out a lusty “Gods, they did a number on you,” at Poppy and caught her own clit between the thumb and index finger of her right hand.

“Girvyn and Teitum, and Thrud was probably there too, seriously reconsidering what he’s all about,” Faye too had started groping herself, focusing with both hands on the only pair of tits within at least a hundred mile radius that could compete with Riolta’s, “He’ll probably end up the god of anal.”

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” It was impossible to tell if she’d been able to hear Faye and Galiana over her own screams, but Riolta did get louder, while the bucking of her hips got wilder still once she got within reach where she could throw herself all the way back until her cheeks smacked hard against Dareios’ thighs and belly and her drenched, girlcum-spewing cunt was being spanked against his beefy nuts, “Tell me if this isn’t the best ass you’ve ever had!”

“Fucking made for my COCK!” It seemed impossible that he’d been holding back at all, but Dareios did in fact now up the tempo even further, until it wouldn’t have surprised anyone if the sound of him crashing into Riolta savagely from behind had caused mortar to tumble off the stone buildings surrounding the square and caused the wooden ones to fall apart completely.

“See, I knew those two were a love story waiting to happen!” Faye smiled.

“Yes, but we need to get a move on if we’re going to make it to Argil today,” Letting go of her clit and composing herself again, Galiana was still rubbing her thumb and index finger together, “We really can’t keep Tamara waiting any longer.”

“Won’t she forgive us if we show up with him in tow?” Nodding towards Dareios, Faye poured all the smuttiness that she had within her into her smile, “Maybe not at first, but after a dozen cumshots!”

“Well, yes, but she did say in the letter that she needed our help,” Galiana’s expression turned pensive for a second or two, then her own libidinous smile came back in full ****, “Hold on, I’ve had a thought.”

“Riolta,” Stepping towards the black-haired bombshell of a babe, Galiana couldn’t say that she was surprised when Riolta didn’t pay any notice.

“Do it!!! Fuck my ASS!!!! HARDER!!! FUCKING DESTROY YOUR WHORE’S ASS!!!!!!” After all, Riolta was quite busy. And – judging from how her asscheeks were popping – she was having quite an effect on the **** with which Dareios’ schlong was throbbing.

“Riolta,” Trying again by leaning in right next to her ear but refraining from whispering, “Want to show everyone in her hometown just how much of a whore Poppy really is?”

“Huh?” That got Riolta’s attention, and Dareios was chivalrous enough to slow down his reaming of her heart-shaped booty enough that she could listen to what Galiana was now in fact whispering into her air, though the priestess had to pause ever so often when his continued strokes made Riolta’s pussy go off a couple more times.

“Dareios!” Finally, after Galiana had finished by licking her ear and reaching in to fondle her squirting cunt, Riolta cried out, then paused before continuing, “Pull out!”

Never keen on letting his dick escape the clutches of Riolta’s ass – unless it was to mark her with his cum – Dareios nevertheless heeded her cry and began to pull out.

“Can you believe how big that thing is?” Petting her pussy through and around the front of her thong rather than to waste time trying to squeeze her hand inside it, Faye was savouring every inch of Dareios’ fuckmast that emerged from between Riolta’s cheeks.

“No,” A couple feet away, Poppy was doing the exact same thing, “Fucking donkey dick!”

“This fucking donkey dick,” Galiana started out, but fell silent so that she wouldn’t have to compete with the wet, loud sound that accompanied Dareios’ cockhead being pulled out through Riolta’s anus, which gaped obscenely as she remained clutching at her buttocks to keep them pried far apart, “Is what you’ll be bouncing on as we leave town. And everyone’s going to see it.”

“First, though,” Quickly spinning around, Riolta let go of her cheeks and instead placed them both on Dareios’ fuckpiece, which she proceeded to get aimed squarely at Poppy’s face, “We’re gonna make sure they recognize you.”

“Oh fu...” That was as far as Poppy got before Riolta sudden two-handed pump down the length of Dareios’ cock triggered a massive jet of precum to erupt from the hole at the centre of its rounded, fist-sized crown. What followed was a loud “SPLAT!” as the impact washed a good portion of the jizz from her face.

But a good portion wasn’t enough for Riolta, who kept going as Dareios started to thrust his dick through the semi-seal formed by her curved fingers and the palms of her hands, wringing out another torrential release of clear fluid in no time at all.

“Tell me, fucking tell me if I’m going to fast!” Riolta urged Dareios whilst rubbing her thighs together round her still fervently juicing clit, “I wouldn’t want to make you cum and drench her all over again!”

“Wouldn’t be a problem,” Suddenly, Dareios shifted his cock to the side and pulled Riolta along with it, before his next shot proceeded to splatter against Faye’s face, rather than Poppy’s.

“Fucking nectar of the gods, that is,” Clearly, Faye didn’t mind, as evidenced by her turning around and leaning forwards before pulling apart the halves of her spectacular ass to reveal how the back of her thong was stretched across the puckered shape of her ringpiece, which appeared as misleadingly virginal as ever.

“Damn, I was gonna have you push my ass open with your tongue first, babe,” Riolta said to Dareios, in the tone of a woman at the end of a dinner party as she remembered that she’d forgotten to put the cheese out of cold storage.

“Then what happened?” Continuing to slam his dong through Riolta’s grasp, Dareios was also feeling up her boobs with one hand and squeezing her bubble butt with the other.

“You fucking teased me with your giant cock, that’s what happened!” She might not have squirted, but Riolta certainly sounded like she’d just been by another climax.

“Come on, we’d better get going before they started fucking again!” Galiana more or less cried out, setting off for the front of the wagon.

****

Out of the dozen ordinary men turned into horse-cocked studs by the priestesses’ potion, Vergilius was the first to awake again after they’d all passed out in the immediate aftermath of them treating Poppy to a fourth twelve-man cum storm.

Tired and groggy and moving unsteadily due to being unused to the weight of his radically enlarged cock, Vergilius’ first thought was to head to the bar to get something for his parched throat.

“THIS DIRTY FUCKING SIZEQUEEN WHORE IS LEAVING!!!” But then, a frenzied scream from outside made him switch directions and head for the nearest window.

“I’M OFF TO THARROS TO SUCK OFF EVERY STUD THAT SHAKES HIS COCK AT ME!!!” What Vergilius saw as he peeked out the window was a large wagon being pulled along by four magnificent-looking horses. But that wasn’t what interested him.

“AND GET MY ASS FUCKED BY A THOUSAND MONSTERCOCKS!!!” What interested Vergilius was Poppy Cherry sitting at the front of the wagon, bouncing her up and down on the lap of that absolute mountain of a man who’d showed up yesterday while the two priestesses reached in from behind to suck on her tits and following the rising and sinking of her oh so fuckable body perfectly. What Vergilius couldn’t see was that this doubly impressive, because inside the wagon, Riolta was on her knees doing her best to distract Faye and Galiana by constantly switching which of them was having her pussy and asshole attended to by her tongue.

“NONE OF THEM AS BIG AS THIS PUSSY-PLEASING, LIP-STRETCHING, ASS-DESTROYING DONKEY-DICK!!!” Behind Vergilius, the others were being stirred by the sheer volume of Poppy’s screams.

“SO SAY GOODBYE TO POPPY CHERRY, BASTARDS!!! THE BIGGEST, NASTIEST, HORNIEST NYMPHO SLUT EVER TO COME OUT OF THIS FUCKING PLACE!!!” As announcements that you were leaving went, that one was as spectacular as Poppy’s going-away party.

Standing still, cock throbbing and precum pooling up round his feet, Vergilius watched the wagon roll off onto the main road while Poppy’s horny screams gradually began to fade. Then he shrugged his shoulders.

“Right, off to find those other sluts,” Poppy might be gone for ever, but her friends were still around, and Vergilius was pretty sure they were almost as whorish as she. As he walked out of the inn with each new step more determined than the one before, he still hadn’t noticed that he was completely naked.

Though no one was aware of the extent of it yet, the last two days had changed the once sleepy village of Spirra forever.

That, however, is another story.