Finding Isis

As he headed back to Isabelle’s suite, Gavin reflected on how much more comfortable he was with walking around naked. As he let his erect schlong lead the way as he exited the staircase, it seemed strange to him that it had only been yesterday that he’d been so embarrassed about walking out into that arena in the nude.

Thinking about all the things that had transpired since Felicia had brought him to the Grifoen mansion, Gavin grunted hard as he was bombarded with mental images of all the gorgeous, busty women moaning, screaming and grimacing with lust and ecstasy as he fucked them, and his sixteen-inch cock coiled upwards, its plump crown rising up before the grunt was transformed into a long groan as a long streamer of precum left Gavin’s pisshole.

“I’ll have to be careful with this thing,” Gavin grinned a few moments later, softly patting the trunk of his dick as he walked past a thankfully empty large metal vase that had toppled over onto the floor when hit by his release of prejizz, and his ears were still ringing slightly from the sound of it hitting the floor with a bang.

Gavin continued his stroll back towards where he’d last seen Isabelle and Isis, taking a different route from the one that had brought Shelta and him down to the baths. Soon, Gavin was grinning as he spotted Leona curled up next to a young man in a couch that stood in another one of the round rooms that served as crossways for the corridors that ran through Isabelle’s mansion. Both of them were completely naked and sound asleep, Leona’s head resting on the young man’s chest and her right hand on his cock.

While walking past them, Gavin heard Leona murmuring in her sleep, and a smile appeared on his lips as he watched her start jerking the young man off without either of them showing any signs of waking.

“Those two are in for a good morning, I’m guessing,” Gavin said softly to himself, releasing a barely audible chuckle as he disappeared off into another corridor.
When he’d gone about halfway through it, Gavin heard an ecstatic “Mauro!” coming from behind him, in a voice that sounded awfully similar to Leona’s, and this time his chuckle was much louder.

Rounding a corner, Gavin fell silent as he came upon the door to Isabelle’s suite, just ten feet away from him and to his left. The reason for Gavin’s sudden silence was that the door had just finished being pushed open, and Isis was emerging through the doorway out into the corridor.

Feeling his heart skip a beat as he spotted Isis, Gavin maintained his silent reverie for a few seconds, noticing that she’d put her silver and gold choker back on and that the large sapphire fitted onto its front was gleaming in the sunlight that was flooding in through the windows that were placed all along the corridor. Beyond the choker though, Isis’ outfit was an entirely new one, consisting of white stockings running up her legs all the way from her ankles up to her thighs, while her feet were perched on a pair of stiletto-heeled stripper sandals that gave her four or five inches of extra height. Rounding off Isis’ extremely revealing getup was a golden belly-chain that fit snugly round her tiny waist and which glimmered underneath the snake tattoo that surrounded her bellybutton.

“Gods,” Gavin groaned out, before a footlong gusher of precum left his cock and went shooting down the corridor, narrowly missing the front of Isis’ huge, perfectly shaped boobs before splattering down onto the floor several yards beyond her.

“Good morning, stud,” Isis purred at Gavin, pulling her lips up into a sexy, sultry smile.

“Good morning, my little slut,” Gavin replied, making Isis release a happy little giggle as she turned to face him and began sauntering towards him.

“You weren’t there when I woke up,” Isis continued the conversation as she came close enough to Gavin that she could place both hands on his cock and push it up in front of her until it was trapped between them and its trunk had sunk deep into her cleavage while its crown stood straight-up to appear from between her ginormous orbs of firm, luscious titflesh, “so I decided to get dressed and go look for you.”

With that, she placed her hands on Gavin’s ass and leaned in closer with her head, putting her lips against his and raising the corners of her mouth even as her tongue slipped past his lips. Kissing back, Gavin fenced tongues with Isis while letting his hands wander down to the sides of her massive knockers, and they both groaned into each other’s mouths as he pushed those vast, massive boobs of hers tighter around his cock.

Breaking the kiss, Gavin stepped back, forcing Isis to let go of his buttocks and having his throbbing fuckpiece reappear from between her tits before lunging forwards with his head and catching her right nipple between his lips.

Gleaming drops of water clung to Isis’ bronzed skin here and there, a telltale sign that she’d taken a bath before getting dressed and heading out to look for Gavin, and several drops rolled onto his hands as he dug his fingers into her bust, caressing and massaging her tits while rolling his tongue over and around her erect nipple while Isis released several horny moans and purred happily at what Gavin was doing.

Gavin’s right hand soon made its way down between Isis’ legs, and he moaned around her nipple as he used his fingers to gauge just how soaking wet her honeypot was, with Isis’ moans becoming louder as Gavin’s fingers moved softly up and down the swollen lips of her hairless slit.

“Gavin…” Isis groaned, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and placing her teeth against it before releasing a long, aroused moan as Gavin’s index and middle finger pushed into her pussy while he turned his wrist to start rubbing his thumb against her clit.

“Gavin,” Isis repeated herself a few moments later, wrapping her left hand round Gavin’s right wrist to stop him from fingering her pussy any further.

“Isabelle’s still asleep,” Isis explained her actions to a puzzled Gavin, who grinned at the naughty smile that appeared on her angelic face as she added, “And I don’t want to wake her just yet…”

“So,” Isis continued their conversation as Gavin slipped his digits out of her snatch and she reached for his hand, the two of them beginning to slowly make their way down the corridor while walking hand in hand, “where did you disappear off to?”

“I was just going to get some breakfast,” Gavin began to explain, his voice being unsteadied when Isis followed up on slipping her hand from his grasp to close the door to Isabelle’s suite as they moved past it by moving her hand to his cock and went on to tease it with slow, playful strokes of her wrist, “but then I ran into Shelta.”

“Aha,” Isis smiled at him.

“Then we sort of ran into Ilina,” Gavin continued.

“You’ve been busy!” Isis remarked with a happy smile.

“Yeah, though I still haven’t got any breakfast.”

“And you’re going to have to wait a little longer for it still,” Isis replied as she yanked down the handle on another door, just one down from the one to Isabelle’s suite, and pushed it open.

Still holding Gavin’s cumtube in her right hand, Isis gave it one long, slow and deep jerk that caused him to drop his head back and let a groan come rising up from the back of his throat as a bolt of precum sailed off down the corridor, then pulled him with her inside the room.

The room, Gavin found, was a study, possibly Isabelle’s private one. Sturdy bookshelves filled to the brim with books, parchments and similar objects were placed along three walls, with the one to his right having two of them placed on either side of another door leading back towards Isabelle’s bedroom and personal drawing room.

The fourth wall, finally, was facing the way as the balcony on which Gavin had fucked Isabelle the night before, and had two windows on it, although they were currently hidden from view behind huge, heavy-looking burgundy curtains. Placed between them was an equally huge painting depicting an unknown woman sitting behind a desk, her mountainous, toffee-tanned tits completely exposed but her face hidden underneath a thick mask of cum. To round out the painting, two hard cocks were exploding into the frame, each of them pointing straight at the mystery woman. Thinking at first that woman in the painting was Isabelle, Gavin began to doubt that as he noted that she was depicted with uniformly jet-black hair, and instead turned his attention towards Isis.

As Gavin did this, Isis released her hold of his cock and began to saunter across the study, swaying her heart-shaped ass behind her as she made a beeline straight for the expansive desk placed underneath the painting.

When she reached it, Isis leaned forwards and placed her elbows against the desk, spreading her legs behind her and craning her head to allow her to smile back at Gavin as he hurried after her after having stood still and watched her walk across the room.

Gasping with excitement at the sight of Gavin’s schlong swaying and jutting as he moved towards her, Isis released another gasp when a blast of precum whooshed past her head before smacking against the wall, and as her gaze followed it, she found herself staring up at the painting.

“Gavin!” Gavin could hear Isis calling out his name as he got onto his knees behind her, and as his tongue came rolling out of his mouth and his face drew nearer to her sopping wet, vividly pink pussy, he thought that it sounded almost as though she was surprised at something.