Riolta and Dareios size each other up

In response to Riolta’s praise of his schlong, Dareios gritted his teeth and contracted the muscles in his groin, thus heaving his cock upwards so that the surge of precum that raced out of it shot in a long, shallow arc over Riolta’s head and ended up splattering down into the furrowed ground of the field behind her.

“Gods…” Riolta mumbled as she looked behind her shoulder, having followed the trajectory of the release of prejizz and now staring at its point of impact, “If I’d known you’d show up, I’d have moved the target closer. A little, anyway…”
In response to Riolta’s comment, Dareios swung his hips to the left and – without letting his arms leave his chest, unleashed another welter of prejizz that rocketed forwards, its arc much more level due to him having lowered his cock, until it smacked into the bucket hanging suspended from a rope over the stone well, hitting it with enough **** to rip the rope in two and sending it bouncing across the flagstoned yard.

“Dareios,” Returning her attention to the strapping blonde he-man in front of her, Riolta looked at his face but had her gaze constantly dropping lower as she addressed him once again, “I haven’t been fucked all day long…”
The desperation readily apparent in Riolta’s voice as she lamented this was particularly striking in light of the fact that it was still a few hours left till midday. Even if she’d been an early riser, at most it was going six, seven hours without getting any cock that had caused Riolta to sound so terribly deprived, and this fact made the whole length of Dareios cock twitch, which in turn caused Riolta to gasp.

“I thought those men in there might have helped you out with that,” Dareios suggested, stabbing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the tavern.

“Well…” Riolta paused to bite her lip and release a slutty little giggle lingered in Dareios’ mind, “I think I pretty much pumped them dry last night.”

“All thirteen of them?”

“Thirteen? Huh… I guess that means there’s three of them that still haven’t woken up yet,” Riolta giggled again, and formed her lips into a smile that would have made a eunuch sport wood.
Dareios was not a eunuch, a fact for which there existed ample proof, and his reaction to the casually lustful manner in which Riolta brought up her having fucked more than a dozen people senseless the previous night was to unleash another copious spurt of precum, with a sound reminiscent of a clenched fist pounding a wooden door rising from behind Riolta when the jet of translucent fluid made contact with the bottom of the capsized bucket, sending it scurrying further away across the yard, bouncing its way over the flagstones to end up with its top facing upwards underneath a verdant apple tree.

“Now I understand why you don’t carry a bow,” Riolta said while turning around, which in turn caused Dareios’ gaze to drop towards her ass. Its shape, its firmness and the way in which its tanned, smooth gleamed, all conspired to make him feel almost as though he was staring at the sun. If he closed his eyes, he was sure that he’d still see it, as if the image of it had been seared onto his cornea.
Without looking back at Dareios, Riolta leaned forwards and grabbed hold of her asscheeks, her hands dwarfed by their expanse as she pried them apart to reveal to him how the back of her thong was suspended over her tight, puckered bunghole – the outer rim of the pink hole being visible around the thin stretch of black cloth – and how the bottom of the garment’s minuscule front clung tightly to her pussy. Only then, with her arms strained to maintain her grasp of her juicy ass, did Riolta finally crane her neck to smile back at Dareios over her shoulder, baring her pearly teeth in a slutty grin.

“Don’t say that,” Dareios replied, his voice threatening to break up into a grunt as he unleashed another blast of precum, this one landing in the apple tree, “My accuracy drops off pretty quickly after fifteen, twenty feet.”

“Aha,” Riolta smacked her lips and let go of her booty, spinning around to face Dareios again while behind her a shell-shocked squirrel raced down out of the tree and disappeared underneath the split rail and into the ditch separating the yard from the field, seemingly **** to get away from the tree before it toppled over.

“And how far away would you say that tree is, Dareios?” Riolta asked as she resumed sauntering closer to him, two fingers of her right threading their way round the waistband of her thong and pushing it away from her hip as it swayed seductively while she walked.

“Oh, about thirty feet, maybe…” Dareios replied, staring at Riolta’s chest while her opal eyes remained focused on his schlong, the tip of her pink tongue darting out between her lush lips at the rope of precum that was swirling its way down from his cockhead before finally snapping and falling onto the ground, not between his feet but far in front of them.
Coming up next to Dareios, Riolta purred and narrowed her eyes as she placed her right hand against the underside of the crown of his cock, the aroused purring continuing almost without interruption during the lengthy process of her running her hand over the raised brim of his cockhead, down the brawny shaft of his vein-ridged cock, her arm twitching ever so slightly whenever his cock throbbed against her touch, then finally onto the ballsack, although try as she might, her hands were nowhere near big enough to fit round both of his testes, as just one of them filled her hand to the limit.
Positioning herself with her left hip brushing against Dareios’ right, Riolta placed her hands on the giant pillar of tumescent cockmeat sticking out far beyond her right hip, silently thankful that years of archery had given her the strength required to heave the gargantuan fuckpiece upwards until its crown was at a level roughly equal to the halfway point between her belly button and her huge knockers. Having done all this while aiming her gaze at the bucket, one eye closed, she now returned her undivided attention to Dareios’ member.

“It’s too fucking thick for me to wrap my hands around it,” Riolta remarked breathlessly on the circumference of Dareios’ schlong, noting that no matter how hard she tried, for both of her hands the gap between the thumb and index finger remained several inches – a gap consisting of hard, vein-corded fuckmeat – and duly released a lustful whimper that spurred Dareios to release another bolt of precum.
Raising her head to follow the release of clear, viscous fluid, her eyes going wide again as she watched it stretch itself out to be more than a foot long – Riolta waited to find out if her aim had been true. It had, and the bucket was lifted off the ground on one side and made to slowly topple over due to the velocity with which the bolt of precum had hit it, Riolta’s expert aim ensuring that it had smacked against it on the inside.

“I’m impress…” Dareios began, only to be cut off by Riolta suddenly mashing her lips against his, her tongue pushing them apart and entering his mouth while her hands remained on his cock. After not much more than a second, Dareios was kissing back, moving his tongue at a rhythm with Riolta’s while inside him the mounting desire to grab her and fuck her silly was almost overpowering.
Soon afterwards, their lips remaining locked together, Riolta stopped moving her tongue for just long enough to groan with surprise into Dareios’ mouth when she felt him press one of his big strong hands against her back and manipulate the muscles in his groin again, lifting his cock out of her grasp until there could be heard a dense thud when its head connected with his chest.
Pulling Riolta towards him until her fantabulous set of round, hemispherical knockers were mashed tight against his chest, her stiff little nipples digging into his skin through the leather band obscuring them from view, Dareios kept on kissing her while easing his cock deeper into her cleavage, pushing them further apart even as they remained pressed against him.
When the two of them finally broke off their kiss to come up for air before they started turning blue in the face, Riolta immediately glanced down at her chest. A tall woman, the six-inch heels of her sandals ensured that she was only a couple of inches shorter than Dareios, and this in turn meant that she was now gawping at the plump, purple crown of his cock as it rose up from the deep, normally so narrow cleft between her boobs.

“Dareios,” Riolta looked up to meet his gaze, having to stop talking when a plume of precum shot up from his pisshole, her head dropping back to follow its ascent up into the air, watching it all the way till it upturned itself and came crashing back towards earth, splattering itself against the ground behind her.

“Yes?” Dareios urged Riolta to continue, while being keenly aware of how her juicing honeypot had at this stage left her skimpy thong completely soaked, and that her wetness was now spilling out onto his balls.

“I could give you a titfuck standing up,” Riolta could scarcely believe what she was saying, something which showed in the awed expression glued to her face. A committed, dyed-in-wool size-queen, she certainly was no stranger to huge cocks, but an erection as monumental as the one currently throbbing obscenely against her midriff and chest was normally not achievable without some **** use of potions, or possibly even rituals or magic artefacts.

“Later,” Dareios promised Riolta before lifting his hands off her hips and taking a step back, dragging the business-end of his fuckpiece down through her cleavage until it appeared pushing against the top of her toned belly, pumping out precum which flowed over the etched musculature of her stomach and became stuck there.

“What are you going to do first?” Riolta responded to Dareios taking another short step backwards by placing her hands behind her back, where they rested on the top of the dramatic curvature of her incredible ass, and pushed her stomach out, making it brush against the head of his cock while yet again highlighting the swell and scope of her chest.

“Riolta, turn around,” Dareios’ response came in the form a gentle command, which got him an excited coo as the statuesque archeress did exactly as ordered, manoeuvring around on her stiletto heels until she presented him with her booty. While her purple lips curled themselves into a sultry smile – the lustfulness of which was matched by the gleam in her eyes as she gazed back at him – Riolta used her left hand to grab hold of her left buttock, while her right one instead wrapped itself round the back of her thong. Tugging the **** minimalist garment aside before hooking it over the side of her right asscheek, Riolta stood like that, smiling at Dareios while he admired the balloon-knot shape.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Riolta’s remark was equal parts question, suggestion and petition as she slid her index finger over the curvature of her firm buttock and on into her asscrack, where its tip ended up pressing against her bunghole.

“I think I’m in love,” Riolta quickly added – only half-joking – when Dareios nodded his head. When Dareios reacted to her comment by thumping out another voluminous discharge of prejizz, she tore her eyes away from his cock throbbing and bucking in the wake of the outpouring, instead snapping her neck to watch the bolt of precum shoot past her head, a sound rising up out of her throat that started out as a horny groan and became a naughty giggle as she followed the bolt sail over the apple tree and disappear from view, falling down to the ground somewhere behind it.