The fucking begins

Lykaios raises an eyebrow in a silent inquiry and lacking any better idea to improve your situation you decide to build upon this tenuous alliance between you and the grizzled warrior.

"OK then." You answer him with a wry grin. "I've fucked uglier men than you, and no doubt ones with nastier souls as well." Trying to ignore the raucous laughter behind you you turn your attention to removing Lykaios' belt and freeing his manhood. You have no doubt that Bren-Fraya can take whatever 'Silent Guy' could dish out. You've seen her with both Alrechi's men and these same guardsmen banging away at her, there's not much one man by himself could do to her that she hasn't already done for scores of others. Iola is a different story, but you try not to think about what she's about to face, turning your attention back to the matter at hand. The veteran's belt falls to the floor and you squeeze his thick shaft experimentally, it is fat and warm, not as long as some but a nice thick cock that throbs in your hand.

Lykaios apparently is not in the mood for anymore waiting, and with a greedy grunt he reaches under your thighs and lifts you to his waist.. He turns you so your back is braced against the stone wall of the underground chamber and his cock presses against your pussy. You hold onto his neck with your right arm, wrap your long legs around the man's waist while simultaneously guiding his member up and into you with your free hand. After all the sex that you've seen tonight; the disappointment in the bar with Alrechi, the experimentation with first Freya and then Iola, and even Lykaios's skillful fingering has you more than ready for this thick cock and you let out a groan of satisfaction as he impales you. By Hermes that was just what you needed! Lykaios grunts in pleasure too as he begins to rock into you; for an older man, he's got a pretty energetic approach to fucking - it's just as well, any more foreplay and you might have cum all over his teasing fingers.

From your new position you have a clear view of everything that is happening with Iola and Freya. As you predicted the red-haired courtesan is taking Silent Guy's cock with a look on her face that strikes you more of boredom than discomfort. Iola on the other hand is not at all resigned to her fate, Scarface has both her forearms in his grasp pulling them over her head but one of Iola's knees cracks into Quintus's side and you see his face tighten in pain. You were glad to see her spirit hadn't been broken even if it would be easier for her if she just accepted her fate. The pretty little chit might have even had a chance at some pleasure as the night went on if she had been willing to do what it took to please Quintus. That is if that arrogant shit was half as good with his prick as the one between your legs.

"Oh yeah, Old Man!" You encourage the veteran as he picks up his pace even more. "You are one lucky satyr, to be fucking a hot young thing like me."

"No sweet meat," he grunts as he pushes up again, "you're the lucky one. Trust me, you already know about what an ass Quintus is, and as for Damien and Cyrus they measure their skill as cocksmen by how quickly they can blow their loads." Almost on cue Silent Guy grunts loudly and collapses onto Freya's back. A frantic wail of protest draws your attention back to where Quintus has finally worked his way between Iola's pale thighs.

"He's going to fuck Iola." You moan in Lykaios ear, "he's going to ram his cock into her pure little cunt," the wily old warrior has changed the pace of his thrusts and the new slower rolling motion is driving you crazy. "She's not going to be able to stop him," you're not quite sure why you feel its important to do this running commentary on Iola's ****, maybe it will fuel the hostility between the two. You hope it's not that watching that spoiled rich girl finally feeling a cock between her legs - plebeian cock at that - excites you. If only it wasn't that bastard Quintus! It wouldn't be so bad for her if it were a man like Lykaios who actually knew how to pleasure a woman...

"You should be the one who opens her up, Lykaios." You see Quintus fumbling awkwardly trying to line up his cock with its target while Iola thrashes under him still unwilling to surrender to the man who betrayed her and sentenced young Airlia to a fate far worse. "There's still time, Lykaios." There was too, as Scarface released one of her wrists so he could reach for his cock and Iola claws her assailant across the face distracting him from his goal.

"Hold this bitch still Cyrus!" Quintus snaps at Scarface, "Once I'm done with her tight virgin pussy you can have her ass for as long as you like." Cyrus grins so broadly at Quintus' promise that you can count four of his missing teeth as he once again secures Iola's flailing arm.

"I'll help you," You gasp in Lykaios' ear, it is getting harder to concentrate as the pleasure in your core continues to build. "With Quintus gone they'd listen to you, ohh goddess!" A spasm of intense pleasure breaks your concentration for a second, it wasn't an orgasm, but if it is any indication of what's to come you are going to lose your mind when you do come. "I'll help you put that rabid pup down, and then the three of us will give you a night you'll never forget."

"Even young Lady Iola?" Lykaios asks finally turning to glance at what was happening behind him on the makeshift bed. It is the first indication you have that old Lykaios might not be as immune to the lure of her sweet young flesh as he claims.

"YES!" You hiss urgently into his ear, "Freya and I will make sure she does her part."