Dareios meets Riolta

After gently setting his gear down on the ground, Dareios remained confused by the sight that greeted him out in the courtyard. The sole woman, for it was undoubtedly a woman, currently occupying it, looked to be a warrior from the ease with which she handled the large, elegant bow in her hands, the muscles in her arms flexing as she pulled the string back with a strength that belied her slender, curvy frame. But on the other hand, she was dressed in a manner unlike any warrior that Dareios had ever seen. Due to peculiarities of his cult, Dareios had gone to battle as naked as on the day he’d been born, but that was one thing, going round dressed like this woman was an entirely different one altogether. As he’d yet to see her front due to her standing with her back towards him, although her chest was large enough that he could see the outer curvature of her boobs even from behind, Dareios scrutinized what he could see of the woman, and his gaze was quickly drawn away from the bow in her hands, towards her ass. The best way in which to put it, Dareios soon decided, was that the woman had the ass of a goddess. Full and luscious like the ripest of fruits, consisting of taut muscles, lavishly bronzed by the sun like the rest of her and gleaming in the sunlight, the woman’s heart-shaped bubble butt was as eye-catching as the glimmer of gold.

And Dareios had an easy time getting a good and extremely thorough look at it, for the only thing offering the woman’s sublimely obscene posterior any form of cover was the string-like back of her skimpy black thong, while the six-inch heels of her black sandals seemed to accentuate the shape and firmness of her glorious booty.
Beyond her thong and heels, and not counting the quiver strapped to her back, the woman didn’t seem to wear anything else other than a stretch of black leather going round her back, roughly at the same level as where her nipples would be.
Dareios was shaken out of his reverie by the woman releasing the arrow, letting it fly across the ploughed field that laid beyond the tavern, cutting a neat bow across at least a hundred yards of open ground until it struck dead centre in the bale of hay that she’d been aiming for, impaling its way through the circular patch of white cloth stuck to its side and kept in place there by another dozen or so arrows.

“Are you going to introduce yourself or not?” The woman suddenly asked, in a singsong voice as seductive as anything Dareios had ever heard – which considering that he’d spent his life so far surrounded by horny priestesses devoted to sex meant quite a lot – and turned around to face him.
When she did, Dareios found himself completely and utterly floored by what he saw, to the point where he had to race to find his footing to keep from falling onto his ass. The woman had a pair of tits that were every bit as fantabulously stupendous as her booty, two massive globes of tanned, firm flesh sticking out well beyond half a foot in front of her, her nipples concealed beneath the black leather strap with silver studs that were slung horizontally around her chest. The stretch of leather wasn’t much wider than an inch, but still managed to cover her areolae, and was secured with a dainty buckle that – if it hadn't been fixed as tight round her huge boobs as it was – would most likely have been swallowed up into her deep, narrow cleavage. The most succinct way in which Dareios could put it was that for the woman’s tits to be able to be described as being as large as his head, he would have to have a freakishly large noggin. And the rest of her was a collection of generous curves and delicate muscles, the etched musculature of her toned belly serving to draw one’s gaze from her huge knockers to her scantily clad sex, while her legs were long and toned.

The woman’s face was as achingly sexy as the rest of her, complete with high cheekbones, a dainty nose, the juiciest pair of cocksucker lips that Dareios could remember seeing – and in contrast with her otherwise all-black ensemble, they were painted a dark purple – and a pair of opal-coloured eyes that burned with lust as she observed him, trying to guess what exactly he was hiding underneath his cloak. Framing her face – which might have been described as angelic if not for that lustful smile that she was sporting – was hair a shade or two darker than her eyes and which streamed down past her shoulders.
While the back of her thong had been dwarfed almost to the point of absurdity by the generous swell of her firm, juicy asscheeks, the front of the flimsy garment clung to her pussy like a second skin, with every single fold and contour of her sex revealed underneath the thin layer of smooth, glossy black cloth. Judging from how teeny the thong’s front was, covering her sex and nothing more before turning into spaghetti-straps rising up over the point where her narrow waist blossomed out into a pair of wide hips, the absence of pubic hair being visible left Dareios in no doubt that the area between her legs was shaved completely smooth.

“You’re not planning on using that, are you? Your sword, I mean,” the woman remarked, still clutching her bow in one hand and keeping the other free to draw an arrow from her quiver.
Shaking his head, Dareios undid the strap of his sword belt, slung round his shoulder, and slipped off his sheathed weapon, placing it on the ground next to him while the woman disarmed herself of her bow, carefully leaning it against the wall of the nearby well. She then removed her quiver as well, an act which caused Dareios’ eyes to be drawn towards the gentle swaying of her tits as she moved.

“I’m Riolta Snow,” the woman presented herself while taking a few steps forwards to close the gap between them down to just about ten feet, her stiletto heels clacking against the uneven flagstones as she sashayed towards Dareios. For a brief moment, when Dareios didn’t show any signs of recognizing the name, the woman looked quite perplexed, although that expression faded to give way to a sultry grin when her gaze followed the bulging of his cock running up his front all the way to his chest.

“I’m Dareios.”

“Tell me, Dareios,” Rocking her hips with each new step, Riolta drew a little closer still, “where might you be from?”

“The Arakanian Isles,” Dareios replied, too stumped to remove his cloak.

“Ah, that explains it…” Riolta’s lush lips formed a grin, “And do all Arakanian men look like you?”

“Not all of them,” Dareios replied, guessing correctly that it wasn’t the colour of his hair that had made Riolta pose that question.

“I’ve heard stories about their priestesses…. That they’re so beautiful that it’s almost painful to look at them,” Riolta purred, placing one hand on her thigh and slowly running it up her side all the way past her hip and her waist, “Do you think I’m good-looking enough to compare with them?”

“Definitely,” Dareios said, without hesitation and while meeting Riolta’s gaze head-on. The concise compliment, and especially the heartfelt tone with which it had been delivered, got him a ravishingly sexy smile from the black-haired babe.

“Dareios…” Moving her hand in underneath her right breast, Riolta gave the vast, bulging expanse of underboob a light squeeze.

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going to show me what you’re hiding underneath that cloak?” Riolta breathed out.
Displaying his natural but thus far largely unexplored flair for the dramatic, Dareios undid his cloak and whipped it off his muscular body, sending it flying across the yard while his cock came cutting through the air to end up protruding out eighteen whopping inches from his body, the vein-corded, precum-coated slab of fuckmeat being perfectly perpendicular to his towering frame, the light grey loincloth that he was wearing having long since pushed aside by his dick to hang next to it, draped over its base and falling down between his legs to cover one of his beefy bullocks.
Now it was Riolta’s time to be left floored by what she was seeing, her confident composure dissolving and being replaced by an expression of sheer wonder, her jaw dropping and her eyes going through the process of first going as wide as saucers, then narrowing into tiny, nasty slits as she ogled Dareios’ gargantuan rod. Normally, she would have taken her sweet time admiring a body as ripped with muscles and just plain manly as his, but she simply couldn’t tear her eyes away from that spectacular cock, its purple crown pointing straight at her and its pisshole looking wide enough for her to slip the tip of her tongue inside it.
Saying nothing, Dareios simply crossed his thick arms across his granite-like chest and waited for Riolta to regain her composure, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched her closing and opening her mouth several times over while staring at his dick, her right hand slipping in between her legs to start caressing her pussy through her thong.

“Fuck… Dareios…” Eventually regaining the ability to speak, Riolta was communicating through a series of lusty remarks, her heavy breathing interrupting every word that flowed past her silky lips, “That might just be the biggest, thickest fucking monstercock I’ve ever seen.”