Faye's been busy

Dareios was first downstairs into the main room of the tavern and the sight that greeted him was one which was oddly sedate, if still bizarre. The wooden steps creaked underneath the weight of his huge, muscled frame as he made his way into the bar-room, where the embers of last night’s fire were still smoking in the grate and the bright sunshine of a new dawn filtering through the windows.

There was the strange but not wholly unmusical sound of groaning in the atmosphere, the symphony of about a dozen or so male voices all sounding intermittently, all coming in and out. The sounds being made were suggestive of fatigue and exhaustion rather than anything painful, and they were being emitted from all around the room. When his feet touched the floor of the bar-room from the stairs, Dareios surveyed the place and understood why.

There were about twenty recumbent men dotted around the tavern, most groaning softly, all pushed past the point of exhaustion. Two were propped up against the flat of an overturned table, heads lolling together, supporting each other, with another head drooping over the side of it from the other side of the table. Four or five men were dotted about the room arranged in strange postures. Near the bar there was what was literally a pile of male bodies – Dareios could make out about six or seven men literally arranged in a heap, though it was difficult to tell precisely with all the arms and legs splayed everywhere on the mound. All in all it was a complete mess, with crockery on the floor, chairs strewn around, plates everywhere, and, most noticeably, twenty exhausted men, sweat-dappled bodies heaving with strenuous fatigue, none able to stand properly.

Quite calm and serene, off to the side and unconcerned by everything around her, was Faye. The monster-boobed acolyte was propped up on one of the tall bar stools, her gleaming, peachy, tanned rump sticking out far behind her, the morning sunlight glinting off the bronzed dual mounds of her spectacular booty. Her slender torso was curved upwards and she supported her chin on her arms that were folded on the bar in front of her, her gorgeous face a little bored, thick dicksucker lips pursed together. Almost absently, she twitched the glutes of her bombshell posterior independently, causing each of the smooth globes of jiggling flesh to twitch upwards. Entrenched between both of them, a thick wooden broom was entrenched, handle first, in her widely dilated asshole, the end with the brush rested against the floor.

Faye turned, and saw Dareios coming into the room. Instantly her expression changed into a sultry pout, her moist lips parting and her eyebrow curving up as she saw the behemoth cock swing into view.

‘Little help?’ she drawled huskily.

Dareios grinned, noting how the blonde slut was impaled on the broomstick. ‘What are you, stuck there, Faye?’

‘Nah, fuck that,’ said Faye, leering at the muscular warrior’s immense schlong, ‘I need a hard dick. Think some of the boys here are a little tired.’

There was a loud groan behind her. Dareios’ grin grew wider as Faye clicked her tongue against her cheek and threw her head back, jacking bot her glutes and her rectal muscles to both twerk her booty and smack the broom up and down against the floor.

Behind Dareios, Riolta and Galiana has made their way onto the ground floor, still arm in arm, and were surveying the mess.

‘Girvyn’s load, Faye, how long was I gone for?’ Galiana exclaimed.

Faye’s ass, back, hair and a semi-circle around her was clotted with cum. Thick gluey ribbons still roped off her humongous ass cheeks. Dareios, careful not to step in any, vaulted up onto the bar and walked on it up to Faye, where he stood above her, rigid cock pointing in her face.

‘Just asked the barman for a stiff one, boss,’ Faye explained, before opening her mouth and allowing Dareios to lodge his monstercock into her cheek.