Getting to the Grifoen mansion

Offering Zuleica a wide smile and saying nothing, Dareios nodded his head as his cock twitched and throbbed underneath his red cloak.

“Good,” Zuleica purred, satisfied with Dareios’ reaction to the outfits that she and Namaria had chosen for themselves, drawing out the pause that followed after her one-word comment as she sauntered up in front of him, a familiar stirring in her pussy as she took in the stature of the handsome warrior-stud as he towered over her, dwarfing her much more slender frame whilst his cock was pulsing quite visibly as it bulged underneath his cloak, “but you’re not.”

Moving lightning-fast, Zuleica brought her hand up to the sturdy piece of string at the base of Dareios’ throat that kept his cloak together, clasped hold of it with her fingers and untied it with a nimble flick of her wrist.

The cloak slid apart as Dareios’ erect cock was now free to push forwards without anything in place to hold it back, and as the cloak slid further apart over his shoulders before finally falling off them to land on the floor behind him, the rounded crown of his cock smacked down onto Zuleica’s tits, where it began to sink deeper into her cleavage, putting pressure on the intricate, criss-cross web of thin crimson string that spanned the hole in her corset.

“There,” Zuleica giggled, drinking in Dareios’ naked form, noting the sword-belt that was now the closest thing to an article of clothing that he was currently wearing, and luxuriating in the warmth emanating from his heavy cockhead, “now you’re ready…”

Dareios simply groaned with raw lust, while Laila stepped up to his side and reached in, using one hand to cradle his beefy nuts while leaning forwards and proceeding to shower his muscular chest with loving kisses.

“And if we want to get there on time, we’d better get moving right away,” Namaria said, before chuckling at how little response her words received, what with Laila being more interested in sucking on one of Dareios’ nipples and Zuleica having busied herself with gently pushing her tits in closer around the business-end of his cock, from which precum was pouring into the deep valley between her massive knockers.

“Hey!” Namaria tried again, her cry coinciding with her bringing the palm of her right hand to bear against the left one of Zuleica’s firm, sizeable buttocks, hitting the rounded, powerful muscle with enough **** to make Zuleica yelp jerk upwards on the tall, thin heels of her thigh-high boots, which in turn caused Dareios’ cock to shoot up from between her tits, the powerful surge of prejizz that suddenly cleared his pisshole thus merely gracing the top of her forehead on its way across the room.

“Oww…” Zuleica whined whilst rubbing the spot on her asscheek where Namaria’s blow had landed, although the black-haired babe was already grinning naughtily at her girlfriend and partner, “that hurt…”

“I was only trying to get your attention,” Namaria replied, managing to give off a serious air for a few precious seconds before breaking up into a slutty smile, “The sooner we get going, the sooner you’ll be having Dareios’ cock being buried inside your ass in front of a crowd. And we both know how much having an audience turns you on…”

“Like you’re any different,” Zuleica shot back, with a saucy grin.

“I never said I was,” Namaria purred, and the two gorgeous, curvaceous vixens met each other in a fiery kiss while Dareios’ cock was back to sinking down into the narrow gap between Zuleica’s boobs.

Standing behind and slightly to the left of Zuleica, who had her turned to meet her in a kiss, Namaria slipped her hand around her lover’s waspish waist and wasted no time in burying it down the thin front of her skimpy thong, which made her groan into Namaria’s mouth hard enough that Dareios could spot the dark-skinned beauty’s cheeks billowing outwards for a second or two.

Breaking off the kiss, Namaria slipped away from Zuleica while she in turn returned her attention to Dareios, a naughty glimmer in her eyes as she began to shimmy her upper body to have the crown of his schlong slide all over her breasts, soaking the corset, the crimson string and her richly tanned skin.

“Well, look at this…” Namaria began as she stepped up behind Laila, who was leaning forwards slightly to suck and kiss Dareios’ right nipple, her stance meaning that her delectable booty was thrust out behind her.

“This slut’s been walking around with a dildo up her ass,” Namaria continued, sounding suitably impressed with Laila’s behaviour.

Dareios heard Laila moaning into his chest when Namaria tugged aside the back of the buxom brunette’s thong and wrapped her hand round the base of the dildo.

“Ohhhh, and it’s really fucking thick too…” Namaria sounded impressed as she extracted the base of the fake cock through Laila’s gaping bunghole, which caused a small amount of Dareios’ jizz to escape along with it, to end up dangling off its base.

“It’s…” Dareios was having trouble speaking in a coherent fashion, thanks to how Laila had responded to having her ass toyed with by stepping up the intensity with which she was fondling and stroking his heavy scrotum, “… her key…”

“Her front door’s opened by a dildo?” Namaria asked, cocking one eyebrow.

“Right now, it’s rather her back door that’s opened by it,” Zuleica immediately cut in, her comment causing both her and Namaria to release naughty giggles.

“It’s hollowed out…” Laila started to explain, once her lips were no longer locked around Dareios’ nipple and her face no longer buried in his chest, “and contains a key.”

“Aha,” Namaria purred, “well that’s a much better solution that what we’ve got!”
With that, the darkest of the three curvaceous, scantily clad babes sauntered over to a nearby table, picked up a gold chain and slung it over her head. When she turned around, Dareios could just about spot the small key that was dangling off the chain, having disappeared into Namaria’s deep cleavage, where it was now glimmering as the light hit it.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Laila,” Zuleica said, stepping back far enough that Dareios’ cock slid from her chest and went swooshing down through the air until it was projected out horizontally from the rest of his muscular frame, “you really are a slut!”

“Thanks,” Laila moaned, before tilting her head back and meeting Dareios in a passionate kiss, one of her hands making contact with his dick while their tongues danced, gently stroking the massive slab of fuckmeat while he in turn started fondling her juicy ass, teasing her by letting his fingers brush against the dildo that was protruding out through her distended ringpiece.

While Laila and Dareios kissed, Zuleica went to work collecting his cloak from the floor, undoing his sword belt and wrapping and securing the cloak around the sheathed weapon for fastening the belt round Dareios’ back.

“I get the feeling you want me to walk round like this all the time,” Dareios commented to Zuleica on his nakedness once his lips were no longer pressed against Laila’s.

“Every hour of the day, every day of the week, stud,” Zuleica replied, wrapping her arms round his waist and leaning in close to plant kiss on the base of his neck whilst her tits were mashed against his muscular back.

“Come on, Zuleica,” Namaria again cut into the conversation, “quit trying to get Dareios to fuck you and let’s get going.”

“I could carry her,” Dareios helpfully suggested, but neither Namaria or Laila seemed to be up for that idea. Instead, the foursome made their out onto the street, and after Namaria had locked the door, which required her to lean down far, something which in turn caused her three friends to all let out lustful groans at the sight of her heart-shaped ass, they got going. Since the three women lived in a neighbourhood not more than a few hundred yards away from the walls of the Kettle, it didn’t take them long to reach it. And soon, Dareios could reflect on the experience of walking buck-naked down densely populated streets. For unlike what had been the case when Zuleica, Namaria and he had made their way from the Horny Harlot to the two dancers’ house late last night, the streets were now packed with people, many of them scantily clad women.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take Dareios very long to decide that he quite liked how woman after woman would have the exact same initial reaction to the sight of his sixteen-inch cock: their eyes would go wide and their jaws would drop as they stared at what he was packing between his legs. After that, the reactions became more varied, but every woman seemed intent on getting him to sleep with her, and he quickly found himself bombarded with everything from lustful stares to offers of a freebie.

And throughout the walk through the Kettle, Laila, Zuleica and Namaria were at his side, the three gorgeous women taking turns walking next to him, so that two of them could slowly stroke his throbbing cock while a third bided her time until it was her turn to get her hands on his member.

“So,” Laila began, ignoring the cock-struck women surrounding her and her friends, “are we almost there?”

“Almost,” Zuleica replied, keeping up the slow, steady rhythm of her soft, loving stroking of Dareios’ cock, “just a couple corners more.”

“We’re not running too late, are we?” Laila asked, sounding especially mischievous whilst running her hand up the length of Dareios’ dick, using her nimble fingers to get him to release a long jet of precum that left every woman on the street gasping as it sailed straight into the wall of the house directly in front of them.

“Afraid so,” Namaria said, being the one of the trio who was currently not playing with Dareios’ member, as they took a sharp right turn as they walked into the next crossing, “So no, we can’t stop to let Dareios fuck you.”

“Well, that hardly seems fair,” Laila remarked, while the people behind her marvelled at the base of the fat dildo sticking out from between her buttocks, over the left of which the back of her thong was still draped, “He’ll fuck you two up on stage in front of all those people, while all I’ll get to do is watch.”

“Trust me, Laila. Between them, Isabelle and Zoelle will make sure that you don’t get bored,” Zuleica replied.

“Okay, but I still doubt that they can come up within anything that can compete with Dareios here,” Laila said, smiling up at the Arakanian whilst giving the trunk of his cock a loving little squeeze.

“Thanks,” Dareios grunted in response to the busty mercenary’s compliment, with the way in which she was tightening her slender fingers round his cumtube prompting him to pump out a thick blast of prejizz which went shooting out in front of the quartet. As it so happened, a blonde, wearing nothing more than high-heeled sandals and a skimpy white thong, ensuring that there was nothing obscuring her pair of full, round tits from view, had ended up standing directly in front of Dareios, her eyes wide as she stared at his cock. She now yelped when the welter of prejizz smacked against her bronzed skin, and as she opened her eyes, it was to find herself with her chest and face plastered with the clear fluid.

“Miss,” Dareios greeted the blonde with a friendly smile and a nod of his head as he walked past her a few seconds later, to which she responded with a horny moan whilst slipping her right hand down the front of her thong.

A couple of street corners later, and the party came into view of a majestic building which would qualify as either an extremely impressive mansion or a fairly modest palace. Either way, it was much larger and much more impressive than the other houses that Dareios had seen in the Kettle thus far, to the point where it struck him as quite strange to find it there.

“This is where your friend lives?” Laila asked as Zuleica and Namaria guided her and Dareios down the street that ran perpendicular to the lengthy side of the massive building, which appeared to be easily taller than a hundred feet, possibly closer to one hundred and fifty.

“This is the mansion of Lady Isabelle Grifoen, yes,” Namaria replied, sounding pompous on purpose as she gave Laila her answer, then chuckling at herself.

“Esteemed member of Tharros’ high society, a most radiant representative of the upper classes,” Zuleica was quick to add to what Namaria had said.

“And a complete size-queen and an utter, utter slut,” Namaria said.

“Sounds like my kind of noblewoman,” Dareios commented.

“You’ll be saying that again when we get out of here, in about a week or so,” Zuleica promised him.

Instead of saying anything, Dareios waited as Laila and Namaria switched places so that it was the darkest of the three babes who had suddenly become part of his life who now joined Zuleica in playing with his cock, and looked up ahead. About halfway down the length of the Grifoen mansion stood a pair of tall, solid gates, wooden with iron reinforcements and shaped like two halves of a supersized door. If he was to guess, the lack of ornaments above the gate meant that this was some sort of delivery entrance, rather than one through which guests of Lady Grifoen would enter. In front of the gate stood two guards, one woman and one man, both of them wielding spears and shields and wearing stylized armour. As they drew nearer, both guards turned to look at them, in turn giving Dareios a chance to get a better look at them.

The male guard was wearing a helmet that glistened like gold in the sunshine, with a lion-like face covering his forehead and protruding out over his eyebrows while the back of it looked vaguely reminiscent of a lion’s mane and the two cheek-pieces that were shaped like inverted lion’s teeth. Metal bracers, also glimmering bright yellow, protected his thick forearms, and a richly decorated piece of leather armour protected his abdomen, complete with a vaguely phallic protrusion that ran up from just above his crotch all the way to his sternum, where it flared outwards like the crown of a cock. Below the armour protecting the man’s chest and stomach, a flap of the same sort of thick, sturdy leather dangled down between his legs, consisting of a pair of conjoined orbs that looked distinctly like a scrotum and made it appear as though the man’s balls might be as big as Dareios’.

While Zuleica and Namaria’s attention remained fixated on Dareios’ schlong, the male guard seemed to get Laila’s attention, but far, far more interesting to Dareios was his female partner.

The helmet that she had on was similar to the man’s, but styled like the head of an eagle or a griffon rather than a lion’s. It left enough of her beautiful face exposed that Dareios could plainly see her staring at his fuckpiece, licking her lips at the precum which fell from it. Her armour though was markedly different, consisting of a chest plate shaped like two eagle’s talons hugging her huge boobs, with golden chainmail dangling down from it to protect her midriff.

Beneath the lower edge of her chainmail, which ended at her wide, round hips, a thin black thong appeared, hugging her sex tight. Finishing off her outfit was a pair of thigh-high black boots with stiletto-heels, further establishing her outfit as a hybrid between that of a warrior-woman and that of a horny slut.

“Greetings,” the male guard said with a mature and level voice as the foursome stopped a few feet in front of him and his partner, “what is your business here?”

“We’re tonight’s entertainment,” Zuleica announced, finally looking up from Dareios’ fuckpiece, “Zoelle engaged us.”

“You two ladies I recognize…” the male guard nodded at Zuleica and Namaria, while subtly using his left elbow nudge at his colleague’s side in an effort to get her to stop ogling Dareios’ crotch, “Wait here, I’ll go fetch Zoelle.”

“Excellent,” Zuleica replied, before the male guard disappeared through a door in the gate, closing it behind him.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Laila said to the awed female guard, letting go of Dareios’ member and stepping up in front of her, easily disarming her of her spear and shield, “I’ll keep an eye on the street for you.”

“I…” the guard hesitated, sounding as though she was vaguely aware of the fact that she really shouldn’t allow herself to be disarmed by a complete stranger.

“If you want to find out what it feels like to have a proper monstercock buried in your ass,” Namaria joined in on the conversation, picking up the pace at which she was jerking Dareios off, thereby increasing the flow of precum that was pouring out through his pisshole, “all you have to do is turn around and show off your sexy ass to Dareios here…”